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"Alice!" Ellena shouts, driven almost to her own knees by the golem's wail.
Stumbling, almost falling, Ellena can't even hear Miselle over the sounds of spirits screaming.
Glad you're liking it! I also just started Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse; I'm not too far in but it's pretty great so far. Also, am I bad person for being disappointed that Alice didn't teleport with the technician?
Ellena cries out as the light explodes from the golem, almost dropping Fabian in her haste to cover her ears. She stumbles back, not able to mount anything close to an effective defense while she's getting her wits together.
Sigh... Dammit.
"Hey, ugly!" Ellena shouts, trying to draw the automaton's attention and give Alice a chance to catch her breath. "Over here!" Spotting what she hopes is a hole in the things defenses, she leaps neatly through and around, dancing under its outstretched arms and almost collapsing bodily into one of the fleeing... technicians? Scientists? Wizards? Enemies. Rolls: [roll=Acrobatics]1d20+9[/roll]
[roll=Attack]1d20+9[/roll]
Youch. Alright, maybe sundering isn't the best option. Post incoming.
About how thick is it? Thinking about trying to sunder it (or getting our resident grease monkey to do the same).
@YBD - Could you describe the ring on the floor a little more?
Holding Fabian out in front of her, Ellena just focuses on not falling behind or tripping as they close the distance.
Then charging in while Madame Poltergeist does her thing seems like a great idea.
How fast is the golem moving?
"Erm, yes? Unless Alice picked up another trick, at least."
While Miselle worked Ellena drew Fabian, swishing him nervously through the air. "Explosives... no guns then, yeah?"
Do the thing, Corynne!
"Worth a try." Ellena says.
"Any change we can go back and double-check them before the ceremony?"
The new Blood Sphere from Drop Dead is purdy. I may have to give Fabian some of it.
"Machinery?" Ellena mutters. "What kind of machine would casue this? And was this the point, or a byproduct? Miselle?" She asks, looking to the one person among them with any kind of mechanical experience.
"Well, I suppose we'll want to know what happened last night." Grabbing one of the more senior constables, Ellena goes to a few nearby doors and, after introducing herself, asks if they remember anything strange from last night.
On the train ride back from the holidays I picked up Three Parts Dead, by Max Gladstone. It's been an excellent read so far, and strikes me as very Zeitgeist-ey. I highly recommend it.
"Worth a try. Az, did Aryanna say how long this had been happening?" Ellena asks.
"Whatever it is, I doubt it is good." Ellena says in between mouthfuls of danish. "Anyone else in the RHC have anything to say?"
Ready. @Az - Congratulations to your wife!
Alright... (Man I hate buying items. Least favorite part of Pfinder) +2500gp
Remainder: 525gp
@YBD - I'm torn between feeding Fabian 2000gp worth of magic items, or letting that come up naturally during play. On one hand, it makes for a nice bit of characterization. On the other, I'm not sure we'll have access to all that much magical loot that the government will accept as broken-in-battle, and I can always bank what we do find (and no-one wants) for later. Thoughts? Otherwise, will be picking up a cold iron dagger (8gp) and a pistol if I can afford it. Were we using Commonplace or Emerging Firearms? The player's guide doesn't specify.
"That, um, that sounds fun." Ellena says. "I would have probably gone anyway, he was interesting."
"Um, there is also one other thing..." Ellena says. "Do we maybe have someone who's really good at magic on staff? I have some questions."
"So... back to Delft?"
Efrem is Ellena's nineteen year-old younger brother; I don't think I've named him before. Also, just realized I never actually threw anything about Ellena's grandfather in her backstory, I'll see about fixing that this weekend. (Could've sword I had....)
Ellena was getting... tired. Yeah, tired was the word. Or maybe there was a better word for spending a full five minutes trying to read a financials broadsheet upside-down, but if there was she was too tired to think of it. Face down on the hardwood table, she murmurs "Deeps, where's Efrem when you need him..." She raises her head to stare blearily at Miselle. "Money? Oh... that's who's hurt by the factories burning, but who does it help?"
"Ah, where is your home? Because I may have a good way to travel. And, Doctor, does this sound all right with you?" Ellena asks.
"I, um-um-" Ellena stammers, not sure at all how to phrase this without it sounding like... well, treason. "If... if we give the documents back... I mean, we're - the government, that is, not us personally - but we're trying to be nice to Danor right now, right? So we might have to give the documents back, without reading them I mean? To avoid an incident? But..." She swallows. "Something really bad is happening with this. Bad enough for Gale to offer her help. Bad enough for someone to try to kill Nevard. So... maybe we should read them first? Just, you know, to not make the Chief Inspector have to choose between solutions and politics?" "...and I really want to know what they say."
(Which is here)
"Back to headquarters?" Ellena asks. "Please?" She gestures to her bandaged arm, "I want to make sure this isn't going to get any worse, and I imagine the Doctor would appreciate being surrounded by RHCP. Plus I really want to start reading through those papers."
Huh, I've always just rolled perception checks for my players by default. In other news, Ellena has leveled. Figured the poor girl is level three, she should probably put some points into Sense Motive. Otherwise, picked up Whirling Defense as her Sword Art and used her feat to pick up the Daunting Gladiator Sphere talent - it was that or Bloodied Skeptic, which I may wind up picking up at level 7 anyway. Edit: Oh, and Fabian can talk now - telepathically, to his wielder. He also eats magic items. And he's hungry.
Y'know, that talent never really made sense to me. Do you not ordinarily get a check?
Have you seen the new Wraith class?
Torn between wanting to help Miselle and not wanting to leave the Doctor's side, Ellena settles for crying out "Breathe out and hold it! You'll buy a few inches!"
Ellena drops to her stomach and squeezes under a fallen hardwood beam, exhaling deeply and giving silent thanks to all the old spirits who'd turned their heads when teenaged Ellena had wished for a more, erm, 'prominent' figure. Once she's through, she turns and guides the Doctor down through the splinters. Rolls:
Whups, I'll post some rolls when I'm home.
Ellena nods quickly, staying close to the Doctor as she starts walking.
"Time to run, Mr. Doctor!" Ellena shouts, giving Dr. Wolfgang a hopefully not too hard shove in the direction of town before following quick on his heels. Rolls: Pass or fail, Ellena will stay with the doctor if that's alright.
Oddly, despite having all the points in acrobatics and being dex based Ellena is better off with Fort as well.
Towards town, and thus help, seems like a good option. Splitting up less so; he wants the doctor, not us.
Another question might be how far out of town are we? Because we are the police, and something tells me they don't want this to be too public.
Ellena takes a moment, looking over the doctor with a critical eye. She fastens a few loose buckles and tucks scraps of cloth (torn from a hankerchief - a gift from a boy who turned out not to like losing) in between bits of medal and the doctor's equipment. That done, she sends him out ahead before going herself. Rolls:
I can agree with that
Ellena shimmied back from the tunnel's exit and whispered at the others, "Um, okay, there's that. I... yeah, I think it's worth it to try that climb - all it would take is one wrong look, and we'd be out in the open. And they have mages. So... I guess I'll go first, if no-one objects?"
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