Eloith takes a position by Rolando and slinks forward quietly, choosing his steps carefully.
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Yeah, I'm not bad. I suspect that the alchemist can buff himself up over my bonus, but my flat bonus is best.
Eloith joins the stealthy advanced group, taking up a position immediately behind Rolando.
Eloith understands the sometimes futile reaction to loss. if you've got a spare shovel, I can help.
Eloith looks over the body. I'm no tracker, but as I see it, predators dont eat weapons or armor. We may benefit from determining how he died. Maybe get some idea of what we may be facing. Eloith mumbles an incantation and shields himself in a translucent armor.
Eloith senses Gloria's continued discomfort, and makes an attempt at empathy, In true darkness, Gloria and I will be similarly blind. Although I can summon light at will. Thinking about the rope trick, Eloith suggests a work around. We could make a signal system. Tie a rope to the machine, take it into the space. Put a pile of bells up top. If it were tugged, we would hear it up there.
Eloith ponders Rolando's question for a moment. He elects to give a mostly true answer, eliding some parts of the question. "My family lost a great deal on the Day of Mourning. The Demesne of Shape was my home for decades. It was a place of beauty and art, with sculptures cast from steel and cut from stone that were so real they terrified guests. We also lost good people. I hope to recover some of the artifacts and see what's left of the people." He pulls back his cloak to reveal the hilt of of a thin blade. As to my skills, I have my blade and my wits. I use one when the other fails. And, it never hurts to have a member of the aristocracy around -- sometimes doors open to those who know which fork to use with the second salad course."
Eloith watches the two veterans swap stories and units. Northern Cyre was beautiful. I loved Metrol from the day I rode in. The smell of the lightning rail, the sounds of the arena.... His sentences doesn't stop as much as it dies off.
Eloith looks over the machine. I have heard of such contraptions, but never seen one myself. You must keep interesting company. And, I am dying to know how you captured that living spell. As Ry'klead dissects the apple, Eloith begins to take mental notes regarding his companions. The suspicious one...maybe just jumpy...the Cyrian heading home...Thrill seeker, or maybe just work-weary, or seen-it-all...not sure about that one.
Also checking in. All done in hero lab, although I can't make it correctly add saves or attack bonuses.
Here is my finalize submission. I can send the Herolab portfolio if accepted.
John Spalding here. Not completely done with backstory, gear, etc. But getting there. I am working up a Dragon-marked elf. Light-fighter with a nasty rapier and sharper wit.
Can't find a good avatar image, but the deets are inside. |