Eryzule, Lord of Tea's page

Yeah, I'm running several games through roll20 and trying to get a Living world of GURPS off the ground. This was fun, but I know imma start sipping even more so than I am with projects developing.

PFS: 160569-3
Name: Sovliss
Character: Eryzule, Lord of Tea
action: Dark Archive

Thank you DM!
Gents, I think that's it for me. Enjoy your time out there. Nostalgia has worked its magic

Ery helps to the best of his ability, offering to shoulder lift anyone he can (likely 1 person).
"So... did we win?" He asks, huffing by the lift and physical exertion.

Profession Escort for Day job: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

with a flick of his wrist, more magic missiles stream out toward the Xill.
Magic Missile for days: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 4) + 3 = 9
SR check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"What in the hells?" Ery says as his arms slack to his sides and he head lifts to stare upward. "I feel like a dolt."
With a heavy sigh he adjusts his posture and draws his bow and notches an arrow.
"Alright... lets try something else."
Arrow to Vested Xill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Piercing and Magic Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Ery considers a future placement, but fear of being killed keeps in place. "Hope it works, Melisande!"
Ultimately, he points his fingers at the vested-Xill and lets loose a scorching ray.
RTA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
SR is needed: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 1) = 9

"Alright... Fire it is."
Ery thrusts two fingers forward, streaming forth a scorching rays at the vested Xill.
RTA for Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Spell Penetration: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 1) = 7

"Whew, glad im on this side." Ery says, comforting himself by a twirl of his grassy hair.
Ery swipes a hand toward the vested Xill, sending magic missiles away!
Tried and True: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 3 = 10
SR if needed: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Oh, i just cast shield on myself then supplied random quip

Oh? ill check when im off work

"I appreciate a fiery entry...and volatile women."

Placing a hand to chis chest, Eryzule Casts shield on himself.
"Feel the tension in the air, gives me the chills."

"So...maybe we just break the crystal cage and gamble with the result?" Ery offered with a playful, jesting tone, smiling casually as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well...that was special..." Ery checks his body to make sure there wasn't any extra wounds he hadn't noticed beyond what he had.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Ery goes into full defensive stance for a turn to better grasp the situation.

Rnd 7
Ery enters the portal, blasting nearest foe with magic Missile
And casting defensively if needed.
Concentration check(DC17): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 1) + 3 = 7

Yeah, apologies. I kept seeing a doorway. Wasnt connecting Apologies GM. Im a bit scattered brain with this move i'm doing.

"And more missiles!"
Ery shifts 5ft north and fires at what i think is purple before Brallenera
God's gift to non-optimized mages: Magic Missile: 3d3 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 3) + 3 = 10

Oh, wow. I apologize, no. I'm sans internet until later today. If there is one within visual, ill target that. Your maps only half-load at work so I gambled.

"This brings back memories."
Ery keeps the tried true barrage of Magic Missiles sailing...
Magic Missile to Purple Xill: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) + 3 = 10

"I know, I know!"
Ery throws out another hand, Flinging Magic Missiles at the Ghostly Creature.
Magic Missiles: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) + 3 = 11

Whew, you are a trooper.

Fort vs Ghost doom affect: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Ery is drained...thoroughly... His frame thins, his face becomes more gaunt and his lush, grassy hair wilts. "This... is rough..."
Know Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Trying to guage the situation a bit more he finds no answers in his swirling head. "I have no Idea... its an enemy, that much is fair to assume."
---RND 2 Stuff---
Ery thrists a hand foreward at the ghost, lobbing 3 magic missiles in it's direction
Magic Missile vs Yellow (just below andor): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 3) + 3 = 11

Ery places a hand on the mid back of Melisande, Casting Guidance.
"Go forth, oh leash handler...go forth." He casts a narrow glace and puckered smirk at Locke.

Ery looks at the leash, then back to Locke.
"Really?" His eyebrow raises with a heavy sigh, looking to Melisande. "How did this happen?" his voice a little higher then genuine curiosity, like he missed something.

Looking to the door and eyeing the ship itself, he does a final check on things within view.
Perception for access panels on the deck: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

giving a knowing nod, Ery smirks with a shrug. He followed Melisande's glances to Tereze. He shook his head, chuckling quietly with a raised brow.
"I see what you mean. Our dear Varisian flower is a taste many seek."
He turns, looking toward Locke. He shouts, holding his hands to his mouth.
"Oi! Locke, Do I get try and seduce you like the others or will it be weird? Or maybe I could ask Andor to write 'mystery' notes and pretend they aren't from me?

"I've missed this." the elf says, twirling on heel before stopping to lean back on his staff.
"All of you are fantastic." He offers a playful wink to Tereze as she heals the wounded and offers a thumbs-up at Locke.
"The sheer power of our Brallenera bear-hugging a construct is simply astonishing. Andor, as well. I am pleased to be on your side of things." he offers a chuckle.
Hearing that Melisende barters body with coin, his head tilts, looking the woman over. "Do you accept bartering instead of coin?"

Ery offers a smirk to Melisande followed by a nodding shrug.
"I suppose I can muster that."
Ery places a hand on Melisande's shoulder, casting Guidence
"Oh my, you have some firm shoulders."

Ha! Right. thank you.
Ery, who was overacting this entire time, shifts around Melisande into a new position... then casts MM as above.

Will save vs Slow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Ery feels himself slow terribly, able to see the world around him acting normally.Oh, the joys of being staggered
He reaches out his hand, casting magic missile , to slam into the turret, all three bolts sailing into it.
Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) + 3 = 8

It works for now, ill be able to place myself when im off work.
Roll20 is a delight. I enjoy the Dynamics shadows a lot. Easier to 'unnerve' my players, ha.

Ery'll take a bamf.
Ery arrives on deck with Melisande, gauging the situation briefly.
Quickly, ery places a hand to his chest and casts Shields.
"The hells are these?"
Know Arcana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
+4 Shield to AC

Yup. That my belief. I am a man devout of this faith.

"I was knees deep in supplying counsel to the world weary, Comfort to those brought low and companionship for the lonely."
He paused a moment, thinking to himself with a growing smirk. "I imagine my clerical duty is very much the same as those present." Motioning to Tereze and Melisande.
"I even mastered growing tea leaves from my hair during my brief, pitiable retirement."

"I am the master of cheese and charm."

"Well, with Tereze here... He gives a playful smirk to the Varisian flower, "I'd hate for her to think my eyes would wonder so quickly. I mean, I have She, Fiona, Gwen... Now you... Obviously Melisande, and our delightfully muscle bound Brallenera... I mean, Andor may have to help me keep up with all these wonderful people!" He chuckled, admiring everyone around.
"I can only dance with so many people at once."

"Oh." Ery uttered, looking over Locke with a analyzing stare.
"Well, if it helps, you're an attractive sort... but its going to take a moment." He offered a shrug before leaning foreword and placing a hand on Locke's shoulder."I'm glad a dragon didn't kill you. I hate to learn you female and not get you to answer for yourself. This way, you can take me out and buy me a fine evening." he offered a wink before leaning back into a seat.

That, sir, is a nasty friggin' gem of a spell.
After a moment Ery let out a throat clearing mumble of a cough.
"Locke...when did you remove the mask?"

Gonna have to agree with the rest, todays a wee more important than some nerd-posts. We're mostly adults, we understand priority...mostly...

"Ah, just like old time."
Once on the boat, Ery makes himself comfortable. "For the record, I'd never want any of you to explode. Just...watching alchemists guzzle so much magical elixir into their throats sends several images into my mind...one of which is explosions." He offered an innocent shrug.

"I'll have to get a boat." Ery says, rubbing the back of his neck making his toward a dock to get a boat.

Ery watches in a strange, raised-brow awe as Andor imbibes liquid after liquid, altering and enhancing his prowess.
"Hey Locke... can you do that?" he says passively, leaning in locke's direction. "...or would you explode?"

"Ghosts...Maybe even crystal servitors..." Ery gives a shiver.
After a quick check of his resources he quickly heads off to acquire some scrolls then returns to the group.
Just spend 2pp to nab 3 scrolls of shatter and 1 scroll of knock

After a moment, Eryzule looks toward the ship they intend to board and investigate. leanign on his staff almost lazily, he tilts his head back, speaking to the others.
"Anyone gather we'll be dealing with undead?"

"You want to share life energies...so soon... with all of us?"
Ery feigns a gasp, covering his mouth with a spread hand in pretend shock. "My how free spirited you've become, Lady Tereze"

Ery offers a shrug and agreeable nod to Andor. "Fair enough... as for my abilities. Talking. My powers are social and tea oriented." he offers a coy smirk. "I will my best to avoid inspiring your anger, however."
Raising a brow to Melisande. "Huh, Yes. I think I may." He looks about, not familiar with this deities clerical practices.

Turning to Tereze, the elf tucked his old journal away into a pack off the small of his back. He gave a simple nod before he realized they had official titles... "Damn it! Really? You're all titled lords and ladies?!" He let out a groaned sigh.
His hand slipped up to his face before leaning toward Melisandre where he shook he offered a shrug and relenting nod while eyeing her legs closely.
"Those are plesent." he admitted quietly to himself.

Looking to the new arrival, Ery gives a bow and holds out a hand in greeting. "Oh! Another new partner. Yup, that would be us. Going to explore a boat. He chuckled, trying his best to wash away the nine kinds of confused and awkward he felt by sudden realizations.

Looking curiously at cloth, Ery takes a moment to unwrap the item.
His eyes widen, the greener shimmer of eyes caught in the wider stare.
He looks up at the woman then back at the journal.

"Fine fine. Sure, I'd probably bet 200 gold your wager. Upping the stakes purely for selfish escalation." he offered a shrug.