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Essilor joins in the eye rolling. "Your logic if flawed Sakura. Kaghaze knew that he wasn't supposed to come here but he did anyway. The results would have been the same if the warning would have been written down in a book instead of being passed down from one person to another."

"I am glad you are better, now Kaghaze. I am sorry for what you were forced to do. I hope you can forgive yourself and that your kinsmen forgive you, as well."

Essilor sighs in relief as Ilarien stops the bleeding he started and it seems the elf isn't going to die on the altar.

He hustles up to that altar in preparation of pulling Kaghaze off (if he's still on) and adding his meager abilities to trying to destroy the altar.

"Oh no! What have I done? Don't die! Don't die!" Essilor says as his dark nature recedes.

He hurries toward the altar and reaches out with his mind to latch onto Kaghaze's soul and repair the fraying bonds between it and his body.

Just in range to cast Stabilize.

"You can have all his blood! And his soul, too!" Essilor calls out before flinging his last two mind bullets at the bat man.

Magic Missile: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6

And with that, his face and form change, resuming their normal appearance.

"You're not who I want. Away dead thing. I must have life," Essilor says to the zombie, stepping away from it as Sakura and Ash surround it.

He pumps more energy into his mind bullets and flings two more at Kaghaze.

Magic Missile with Phrenic Pool vs. Kaghaze: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 2 = 11

Ah...well...that would be the problem. Nothing good gets accomplished before 9AM, kids. It's a swift.

Unleashing my Dark Half is a Swift and using my Phrenic Pool to amplify the damage is part of casting the spell. So move (move), unleash (swift), fire/use phrenic pool (standard.)

Essilor moves up (likely foolishly) and taps into the darker side of his nature. His eyes become wider set and bulge noticeably. His nose sharpens and lengthens, his mouth grows wider and his teeth sharpen.

"You want blood? I'll give you blood!"

Then, he focuses up his psychic energy, channeling more of his mental power into his next spell.

Magic Missile against Batboy: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7

Unleashing my Dark Half as a move action so my target takes 1 point of bleed damage after being damaged by my attack. I'm also spending a point from my phrenic pool to increase the damage on Magic Missile from d4's to d6's and I have the gifted adept trait which lets me treat Magic Missile as though I were one caster level higher, which is why I'm throwing out two missiles instead of one.

"Well, there's writing, now," Essilor says, gesturing to Ilarien's paper.

He casts and maintains Detect Magic regularly as he wanders with the rest of the group down the tunnel.

"Looks like the good guys won the first time, but it seems like evil always wants another chance and is just waiting for people to stop paying attention."

Essilor also helps with getting the heads down, though being small and having no psychic abilities that can help him, the help he provides isn't very helpful.

"Is there some sort of funerary rights we can perform?" he asks.

Essilor waits a moment but hears only silence from above.

"Is everything ok up there?" he asks.

Assuming he gets a positive reply, he starts heading up the rope, taking his time and being careful not to fall.

Essilor has no desire to be one of the first ones up the rope. He waits for one of the more heavily armored and beefier folks to get up there. Maybe Bob or Devin.

"Go ahead, guys," he offers them.

Essilor has nothing more to do. He waits his turn (last) at the bottom of the rope. Or for one of the heads to appear.

Essilor is extremely annoyed that the heads moved so that he can't get to them. While he waits for his turn with the rope, he once more casts Mage Armor on himself.

Essilor looks at the top of the cliff, then at the rope, then back at the top of the cliff. Then, he looks at the floating heads and purses his lips.

"I'm not doing THAT," he says before gathering up his prodigious mental power and flinging it out as two missiles of pure force.

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 = 7

I'm sending them at the closest one to me.

"Assuming whatever you wrote it down on doesn't get destroyed," Essilor comments, examining the worn stone monoliths.

"And assuming the important information easily accessible and marked in a way that tells you that it is important...and that you trust the person who wrote the information to determine what is important. What if someone didn't have time to look at all these and only one of them held the secret formula for destroying the Dehu Inu?"

He smiles in a way that is probably supposed to be reassuring but just stretches his face in an odd way.

"But in this case, yes, having it written down was the right way to go. Thank you for working this all out for us," he says.

"Ah...much better," Essilor says, giving a few experimental jumps and flexing his fingers. He touches his forehead, too. "I think I'm totally cured."

"The more the merrier," he says to Fola. "Just show us where we can bunk down and we'll leave first thing tomorrow."

"I could use some curing. I STILL have a fever and I'm feeling its effects," Essilor says as no one else speaks up about needing any magical healing.

Beyond that, he just listens quietly. Despite the longspear strapped to his back and the crossbow he's carrying, if it comes to a point where he has to wield a weapon something has gone drastically wrong...even more drastically wrong than usually happens in a Pathfinder mission.

"I'm not much one for weapons myself. I much prefer using my mind," Essilor says, literally speaking the truth. "But I'm sure my allies here could use some of them if they are effective against the threat."

He looks up at the sky, trying to judge how long it is until the sun goes down. It's hard for him to tell in the constant twilight created by the canopy of leaves.

"May we stay here for the night so that we can be freshly recovered in the morning? And do you have any healers? I'm not feeling my best."

Though Essilor is feeling under the weather, he is both respectful and curious about the elven village. It is a wondrous place but it is clear that the citizens neither want nor are accustomed to visitors.

He gladly sits on on of the smaller stones when they come to the clearing and listens intently as Kalwe speaks.

"As Bob has said, we owe you a debt but do not know the nature of it. We want to keep your people as allies so want to pay the debt but cannot do so if we don't know what it is," he adds to the conversation.

Diplomacy (aid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"I think there were six of us? There must have been. It's always six, isn't it, guys?" he asks his fellow Pathfinders.

"But Ash's story sounds much better. Beating a demon has to be as good as beating a dragon, doesn't it? Was it a little demon?"

"It was a white dragon. It's been my experience that's what you encounter most commonly up in the northern reaches," Essilor answers, not mentioning that the extent of his experience with dragons is that one.

"It was admittedly young and small, so not too impressive. But it WAS a dragon," he continues, eager to sound neither too humble nor too proud.

"No, it wasn't too long," Essilor answers, holding his hands out a little more than shoulder width apart.

"Most of my time has been spent up where it's cold and snowy, so it's been a nice change to be here where it's warm and there are plenty of plants. I did kill a dragon one time, though. Not a big one, but still..." Essilor chimes in with false modesty.

"It's why we're here! And it would be an honor," Essilor answers the half-elven emissary.

"We do what we can to honor our debts and especially do not want to lose the respect and friendship of such an important and wise people as yourselves," Essilor adds.

Diplomacy (aid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 2 = 23

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 + 7 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 5 + 2 = 30

"As my companion said. We escorted these elves home after helping them out of trouble with some scalawags and bounders. But we have come here to speak with your people to broker peace and to mend the relationship between the organization we work for and your people," Essilor chimes in.

Hey, guys, I'm going on a mini-vacation in a couple hours. I'll be back on Monday but wanted to let you know not to expect any posts from me in the next couple days. Bot me as needed.

Essilor tries to reign in his Dark Half.

Concentration Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

As his features shift back to their more normal, not quite so disturbing form, he shrugs. "We're not going to leave you within striking distance of these captives but I have no problem with you leaving. How about if we all stand still while you walk away. If we double cross you, you can still kill the elves and if you double cross us...well...I guarantee I won't miss."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Essilor curses in some ancient (or made up) language as his projectile goes astray. He more than makes up for comprehensibility with fervor.

Then, he tries again.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Blunt: 1d6 ⇒ 1

If that hits, he is also bleeding 1.

Essilor can't get any closer than being stuck behind a horse. He just hopes Asb isn't skittish and kicky. He can see the last guard through the horse's legs though and reaches out to the side, snatching a sharp stick off the ground with his mind and hurling it at the remaining guard.

"Oh, a tough, brave guy, huh? Let's see how you deal with bleeding."

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Blunt: 1d6 ⇒ 4

If that hits, he is also bleeding 1.

Essilor moves forward as quickly as he can (which isn't actually quick at all.) He gets to a point where he can see their opponents through the underbrush and spots the man who is two men. He knows a spell when he sees one and knows that his psychobullets can hit him whether there's one of him, two of him or five of him.

He unleashes the alien creature that shares his consciousness, his eyes bulging further, his mouth growing wider, his teeth sharpening. Disturbing as his appearance was before he now looks like some sort of fiendish predatory toad.

magic missile at Waolu: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 2 = 6

He's also bleeding 1, thanks to my Unleash the Dark Half ability.

Fort Save (salve and med assistance): 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 13

"If it really is elves, maybe we can get some good will out of helping them," Essilor says, rather pragmatically.

He starts creeping up to the sounds of the conflict but pauses. He focuses his mental energy into a barrier of force that surrounds his entire body, providing him protection from attacks.

Casting Mage Armor.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 7

The bugs really get to Essilor even with the repellent and help.

He is just getting ready to try to cross the quicksand when the fight breaks out.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Stirges," he says. "Not so dangerous by themselves, but as Kridash is learning, the bloodsuckers get dangerous when there are lots of them."

He reaches deep into his mind, focusing his psychic force and flings it out as a pair of magical missiles.

Magic Missile vs. Green: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Magic Missile vs. Purple: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

He has the Gifted Adept (Magic Missile) trait so he casts Magic Missile as though he were a level higher (which is how he gets 2 missiles at 2nd level.

Essilor will take some of the insect repellent and will chip in for the guide.

"My vote is for Mitarat, as well. If he already has connections with he Ekujae we may be able to leverage them for our own benefit," he chimes in on the debate.

Essilor nods. "Sure, sure," he says taking the wand. He reaches out to it with his mind and finds the magical matrix in it. A little fiddling and he gets it to activate, tapping it on her arm then handing it back to her.

Knowing the importance of information and the briefing that occurs at the beginning of a mission, Essilor listens carefully as Allahe tells them why they've been gathered.

"It'll be good to sew up one of the debts we owe as an organization," he comments.

Of all the things Essilor knows about, nature is not one of them. His intellectual pursuits are generally more esoteric than physical.

He listens carefully to the others as they spill the information that they know. That information is often as useful as the briefing.

He stays at the lodge as others scatter to gather supplies.

"Ha! Size and strength have their place, Kridash, but don't underestimate the power of force of personality," Essilor replies as the half-orc returns.

"She was probably too tall for me, anyway."

"I'm Essilor," the wayang introduces himself all around, shaking hands or nodding acknowledgement to each person.

While he does not seem to be skulking around intentionally, it seems that his natural instinct is to lurk. He rests on the periphery of the group, sitting still and almost fading into the shadows. It is easy to forget he's even there until he speaks up again.

Although the sun likely won't do him any harm, the wayang who darts from shadow to shadow clearly avoids it as much as possible. He sidles into the shade next to the pair. There is something...strange about him. His eyes are too big and bulbous and too far apart, his mouth is too broad, his teeth too big. All-in-all he gives the appearance of an odd humanoid frog...a decidedly carnivorous one.

"I am," he replies to the question Devin addressed to Kridash. "And if you're asking, that probably means you are, as well.

"I'm Essilor."

I'm going to bring Essilor...I just realized I've never played him online so I'll have to do some updating.

I see Koruda and Chorlo as the first set of players, sorry Essilor.

Not quite quick enough on the draw. Thanks, anyway, GM! Y'all have fun!

Looks like you may have already filled all the slots, but if not, here's my Level 2 Psychic. I can get his profile worked up today. He's played the 1st 2 Shades of Ice in person.

1. Forum Name EbonFist
2. Character Name Essilor
3. PFS # 143928 - 11
4. Roll for Day Job Day Job (Craft: Alchemy): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
5. Initiative +2
6. Perception +7
7. Faction Dark Archives