Evanya retrieves a scroll of heal and casts it to restore Lucian's health.
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Evanya uses another charge of good hope.
Evanya flies to Sealman and taps him with her wand of bear's endurance. "Be fierce, Sealman! We're countin on you. Giants are your domain of expertise."
Lucian casts a restoration on Seal, then curative spells.
Evanya flies to Rissi and casts guidance on the ratfolk.
"Got it, Lucian!" smiles the little azata, producing a gnarled wand and activating it. A deathray emerges, aimed at the dragon.
"May Desna help us!" yells Evanya as she uses the wand to cast good hope on the party.[/b]
As for Evanya, she flies on her own and lands behind Miana's back, touching the monk with her diminutive hand. "May Desna grant you her grace and luck!"
Evanya keeps her wits about her, and bolsters the party's morale.
Evanya chants and waves her wand, bolstering the party's morale!
Evanya recasts good hope, bringing warmth to the heart of our heroes!
Thanks Rissi!
Evanya flies to Sealman's shoulder, and lays a soft hand on the nape of his neck. "Feel Desna's luck guide your arm!"
Evanya would love one of the magic missile wands, since she hardly does anything during fights nowadays. With +19 UMD she can safely use it every round, for instance to disrupt spellcasting. How many charges are in this wand?
Meanwhile, Evanya rushes to the dwarve's side and heals him with a wand.
Evanya brandishes her wand and bestows the party with good hope. "May Desna awaken the hero in you!"
"I'm on it!" The Azata touches the Suli's shoulderplate with the wand.
Meanwhile, Evanya inspires the party with good hope, hidden behind Lucian's back.
Evanya remains well-hidden in Lucian's ample clothes, but manages to draw her wand of good hope and bless the party with it.
Evanya raises her wand high and bestows Desna's good hope on the party.
Evanya, who was left behind, flies upwards to the edge of the fog and casts lesser confusion at Mokmurian.
Evanya returns and reports what she has seen. "A single kobold sentry, wielding a magic spear and bearing a black armor. Most unsusual, you would think that they'd use stronger sentries for a giant stronghold!"
"Don't worry Lucian, I'll go and check it out first. Since you all are a little tall for this passage, it's only fitting you should a girl go in first!" she giggles heartily before venturing inside the passage, using the rocks as hiding places along the way in the hope of remaining unnoticed.
Light-headed as she is, Evanya was flying around wondering whether wyverns are able to dance with the stars when she suddenly realized that she could help her companions. She grasps her newly-acquired wand and conjures its magic.
Evanya flies and catches up with Sealman, bestowing him a bit of Desnan luck.
In the long wait, Lucian asked Evanya to help predict the moment the giants will attack. Using commune, she asks six questions to the powers that be to time the invaders' attack: "When will the giants attack Sandpoint?" "What strategic points will they attack?" "Why are they attacking?" "What allies do the giants have?"
Following that, Evanya will fly above the town at the time the communing powers told her the onslaught would happen, to warn Lucian preemptively.
As for the Azata, she flies up to Sealman and lays a hand on the dwarf's shoulder. "May Desna smile upon you and guide your hand!"
Evanya joins in on the global assault by calling down a starlight blast.
Starlight blast: Starlight Blast (DC 12) (Su) As a standard action once every 1d4 rounds, a lyrakien can tap into the divine power of Elysium, unleashing a blast of holy starlight in a 5-foot burst. All creatures in this area take 1d4 points of holy damage, plus 1 point for each step their alignment deviates from chaotic good. For example, a chaotic neutral or neutral good creature would take 1d4+1 points of damage, a neutral creature would take 1d4+2 points of damage, and a lawful evil creature would take 1d4+4 points of damage. A DC 12 Reflex save negates this damage. Chaotic good creatures are unaffected by this ability. The save DC is Constitution-based.
Provided any of the enemies remain standing, Evanya casts confusion, lesser at one of the survivors.
Evanya remains within Lucian's clothing, trying to ward herself from the cold.
"That is an honorable sacrifice, Master Dwarf. Desna may shine upon your soul and make the pain go away swiftly."
Evanya takes the rod Lucian is carrying and brings it to Rissi, in hope of it being useful to her.
Meanwhile Evanya taps Lucian with her wand.
Evanya also remains strong against the perspective of death and loss. She then flies to Miana and touches her shoulder, casting guidance on the suli.
Revelling in the prayer to Desna, Evanya echoes it as she lays a soothing hand on Kufieno's shoulder.
"Once we're finished here, we'd better check out the dam, or what remains of it. There might be other Kreegs there working at bringing the dam down." suggests Evanya. "Black Maga said it was their fault, and the rain was the handiwork of the hags."
Evanya prefers not to go against Black Maga's will, and remains still.
Moreover, she translates the creature's harsh words: "She says the ogres destroyed the dam and the hags brought down the rain - it has all been orchestrated by the Kreegs!"
Evanya's gaze turns white as she's blinded by the sheer beauty of the nymph. She doesn't lose heart but speaks up, joining Rissi in her chorus of appeasement. "She speaks the truth, we have come to solve the situation in Fort Rannick, and have every intention of helping you. I'm a creature of good, an azata, please trust us."
"Alas, I'm only versed in the art of dancing. I'm really sorry. Regardless, music is sacred so we should hold on to it."
Evanya's spirit remains unaffected by the many horrors of Whitewillow.
As for Evanya, her inspired poetry fills the quiet air, trying to fortify the morale of Lucian and his companions by conjuring mental images of lost love found again, the impossible love story between a fey and a human.
"Hags?" The azata appears shocked beyond measure. "Oh Lucian, we have to help them! What a terrible fate."
The eerie forest doesn't appear to scare the azata, quite the contrary, she seems well at ease in this new environment, revelling in the sheer beauty of nature. "Indeed, Yap. You see that you and I are not so different, though I do not hail from the First World. You can trust Lucian with your life."
Lucian shares everyone's amazement when it comes to the lyrakien. He listens carefully as the azata explains a little bit more. From Desna's will I come, yet I am no stranger
As Lucian is speaking, a tiny figure silently shows up behind the Varisian, going through the window and into the room where everyone is having breakfast. As you look more closely, the figure isn't a bird, but rather looks like a tiny woman with a lithe form and delicate butterfly wings fluttering behind her back. She is surrounded by sparkling lights and gentle rainbow arcs. Her clear voice suddenly emerges from the silence, like clear water coming out of a mountain spring. It is a melody, an ode to hope. O Lucian, have you forgotten me already?
Lucian turns to see what manner of creature has such a wondrous voice, and in no time his smile returns to his lips, happier than ever! "Evanya, is this you? I cannot believe my eyes. This is truly a blessed day. Thank you Desna for putting her on my path." |