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Following behind, thumbing his ring as he did so, Petros said little but paid close attention to the conversation between Kaley and the other Jadwiga. "Do you get paid if you conquer a spire? Is that how things work in this country?" Petros asked, honestly curious as to the nature of Briar's ambition.
Whistling low, Petros clapped lightly to applaud Kaley's freeing of the man.
Leaving any explanation of what they were going to be doing to the others, Petros nodded at Briar and then began to keep an eye on the surroundings; he was keen on not getting caught off guard by anything wandering in the area.
Assuming Kaley can't break the lock, Petros might look for something to pick the lock with.
Pressing his ring to his side, Petros set to work healing himself before returning his attention to his comrades.
He immediately burst out laughing as he noticed Kaley swinging at the lock with her sword. "Wh-what are you even doing?!" he barked, still chuckling.
Once more forced back by the approach of the undead, Petros grit his teeth against the pain and whipped a vial from his pocket at the creature.
"How are these things so much better at this than me!?"
Grunting as the zombie slammed into his joints, Petros turned the energy into a stumbling back step. As soon as he regained his balance, he whipped a vial from his pocket at the undead, hoping to burn it from existence.
I'm really sorry for being late with my post; my keyboard is on the fritz. Certain keys are only working if I Capitalize tHem.
Rolling his eyes with exasperation, Petros rushed forwards, mind on his buzzing energy and the ring on his finger.
And with that, Petros stepped until he was beside Dorin and brought about the healing energy he commonly used before thrusting the ring at the undead monstrosity.
"Well, what's the plan? I'm not too keen on going to find him..."
Glancing from his ring to the goblin he had nailed with his spell, Petros whistled in appreciation.
Can we call it a day?"
Turning to face the goblin, Petros stepped over Dorin, paying no mind to what may happen as he did so. Turning to face the goblin, a slight smirk on his face and ring glowing, he muttered a series of gibberish and wiggled his fingers before an orb of packed snow and ice formed. The ball grew upon his ring before rocketing forth towards the ugly little creature.
Rolling his eyes at Kaley's response to his complaint, Petros said nothing and merely stepped past her, doing his best to ignore her now...imposing appearance. Stopping beside the now unconscious Coglen, Petros drew upon his resovoir of buzzing energy and pushed it through his ring and into Coglen's flesh.
You're playing a dual-cursed oracle, so I know you're cool already.
"Why is our battle plan always walk TOWARDS the danger?" Petros whispered furiously as he walked past Kaley to stand close to Dorin.
Hocking a glob of spit into the rubble, Petros stumbled towards the rest of the group. As he approached, he drew upon his buzzing center of arcane energy and pushed it towards his ring. This time, he was not attempting to knit flesh and bone back together, but to draw upon fate's favor. Stopping just as he drew even with Kaley, Petros pressed his ring to her side.
Feel free in Petros' case. He's rarely armed for melee anyhow.
Digging about in his pockets, Petros took out one of his explosive mixtures as he muttered to himself and stepped into the doorway. "I have to say, even as someone who comes from a nation with talking wolf-things, goblins are quickly becoming my most hated enemies." And with that, he flung a vial just behind the goblin facing Dorin.
Having finally finished readjusting his bags and other items, Petros hustled along after the others until he was standing beside Kaley. "What're we fighting? I can't see"
Running a finger over his heart in a spiral, Petros poorly drew a spiral of Pharasma before following after Coglen. As he walked he mumbled
Slipping his fist under his shirt, Petros pressed his ring to his side and let his arcane powers flow through it.
Immediately, Petros began coughing as his side twitched and flexed randomly. Shuddering as the sensations died down, Petros stood back up to his full height. Sighing with relief, Petros made his way over to Kaley. "What'd I miss?"
Bending at the knee rather than the waist, Petros doubled over his own wound whimpering in agony. "If it didn't feel like you'd stuck Rovagug's fist into my side, I'd compliment you on that shot" Blinking tears back, Petros pressed his ring against his own side, ready to cut loose with his magical healing. "Anyone need any healing before I treat myself?"
One moment Petros was standing in the dark, holding a glowing rod and feeling fairly confident about his group's chances of winning. The next, it felt like someone had rammed their thumb into his side and was twisting it about. [b]"Ah! Oh...oh wow" he whimpered as he felt his knees begin to shake. Drawing a dagger from it's sheath on his side, he stepped to stand beside Coglen and found himself face to face with his assailant. Wincing as the movement tugged on the shaft, sticking out of him, Petros thrust with the dagger.
Petros, you need to take your turn. I apologize, I forgot to check the roll20 site and assumed my icon had been moved as my round, as per my previous post. My bad.
Eyes widening as Kaley grew large enough to block off most of his field of vision, Petros followed after Qot, hoping to provide light for those who might not be able to see....and himself.
Walking after Kaley, Petros tapped Coglen's arm as he walked past him "Let's find out, shall we?". Petros walked past Kaley and gave her a quick nod before stepping past the corner and setting himself up just behind it, he did his best to walk alongside Coglen as he did so.
Muttering his discontent, Petros follows after the others.
Nodding nervously as Dorin shook his hand, Petros hustles after the rest of the group, once his arm finally regains feeling. Choosing to remain farther back, Petros digs about in his pockets before taking out another vial of the burning fluids he'd thrown earlier.
Extending his ring towards Dorin, Petros pressed it to his side. Closing his eyes and sighing, Petros drew from the buzzing center of arcane power that burned within his chest. The energy flowed up his arm and into the ring, where it hummed against Dorin's flesh.
Blinking his eyes open and staring from Kaley to Coglen with a look of confusion, Petros waited for the buzzing that was leaving his arm numb to abide.
Choosing to step past most of the group, Petros made his way towards the goblin, kneeling in beside it he muttered "If you'd like, I can bring him back, though I do have to ask...does anyone here actually speak whatever it is these green buggers speak?" He inspected the creature's wounds, determining how, if in anyway, he might be able to treat it.
"Speaking of, I can probably heal you as well Dorin...though, fair warning, I've never actually used that ability on a dwarf before. I'm expecting a result somewhere between flesh mending itself and your beard turning into literal stone."
"I hear you ugly buggers like fire" Petros muttered as he took a step forwards while digging out a vial from one of his pockets. Hitting a sharp note as he whistled in warning, Petros lobbed the explosive fluids over the head of Qot, who he was hiding behind. As the vial made it's way towards the ground, the raven haired young man extracted his dagger from it's holster.
The bomb should do 4 damage to everyone who does not make the dc 14 Reflex save. Also, does throw anything's 'circumstance bonus' apply to Alchemist bombs since they use the 'Throw Splash Weapon' attack? If they do, please add the +1 to the attack roll result.
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Petros made his way over the ground of the spire, taking his time to be careful as the light he carried allowed. "Sorry I'm late folks; turns out the dark ISN'T one of my fears" Petros said as he sidled up within five feet or so of Qot...assuming he could reach through that doorway.
I apologize for any delays in my posting; I started a new job recently. Also, I am fine with the GM rolling my saves.
Petros stopped for a moment, rummaging through his backpack blindly. When finally he found what he was looking for, Petros lifted the sunrod from the depths of his bag and struck it against his thigh. The sunrod blazed into light and Petros whispered "In hindsight, we really should have done that BEFORE we entered"
At that point Dorin was still outside so his light wasn't illuminating anything. Ah. Nevermind then.
Totally waiting on you guys. So far Kaley has entered without a lightsource, and Petros has stepped in without a lightsource, and so can't see anything except the exit to back outside. I thought Dorin cast light on his own axe? Assuming he did then wouldn't Petros be able to see due to the spell increasing the light level to dim light at 40 feet and him having low-light vision?
Petros followed behind Qot, struggling with the temptation to simply leave the battle to the others. "I swear if I see ONE Jadwiga.."he muttered as he stumbled along behind.
Petros frowned at Kaley and thumbed his ring, only just managing to stop his voice from shaking as he spoke.
Running the fingers of his left hand over his signet ring, Petros followed behind his comrades thoughts elsewhere for the most part.
Making a noise like he'd forgotten something, Petros dug through his own belongings for his waterproof bag. From the smaller bag he extracted a tindertwig and set to work lighting the torch. With the torch lit, Petros shook the tindertwig until it was out and then began to hold the flame against the older rags. Once he was certain things would burn without his supervision he stepped away, jaw set and grim-faced. "May Pharasma be gentle with her judgment" he whispered
Grabbing the torch from Qot with a nod of thanks, Petros turned to appraise the medallion Coglen pointed out. "Well, aren't I embarassed for not noticing that" Shrugging at Dorin, Petros said "I don't know much about family crests from MY country let alone another"
Whistling appreciatively, Petros made his way over to the den, shaking his head in mock disbelief. It seemed his comrades were far more dangerous than he had assumed. "I don't know where that came from, but make sure to bring plenty more in case we get attacked again".
Covering his mouth with a sleeve to prevent the smell from gagging him Petros began to root through the cave. "There's a bunch of hunting equipment in here, which I think should be re-purposed...by us"
Tracing his fingers along the tops of the blades of grass, Petros jerked his head up at the sound of the groans. "Who the hel-" he stopped short as a pair of zombies came shambling out of the den.
The night of resting having done wonders for his nerves and his repertoire of spells, Petros trudged along behind the rest of the group, shifting position when the rest of the group did so that he was walking behind Coglen.
Stooping, Petros looked from the ground to the animal den, trying to find tracks or some other kind of clue to guess what might be using it.
Not commenting on the prices or his relative wealth, Petros slipped his hand into his belt pouch and retrieved his real coin purse. The one he actually placed coins in. The one he wore on his hip, beside his belt pouch was just for show and contained little else besides sticks of chalk and lint. Grabbing the bottom quarter of the bag, Petros dumped out the rest in a heap beside Dorin's orderly stacks. Glancing into his purse, he was confident he had just left about fifty-six gold coins in that heap. Glancing sheepishly, he scraped five back, leaving fifty one behind.
Turning to face the rest of the group, Petros clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "You're thinking like Ulfen, and not the clever ones. The oils cost more and can't be used by some of us effectively. Some of us meaning, predominantly, me. But anyone can throw a bottle of priest piss at someone or something"
Wiping his now healed hand clean on his pants leg, Petros smiled behind his mask and nodded to show that he too was interested in finding an alchemy shop; he wasn't quite as keen to work on acquiring holy water, but he was definitely interested in seeing how the shops differed this far East. "Barring an alchemy shop, somewhere like a prominent church with an ample supply of holy water or perhaps some sort of private healer would also be helpful" Petros knew little of the undead and even less of how to deal with them, beyond what Dorin had just said. However, he did know how he would fight or prepare for combat normally, so he intended to do just that and leave the rest of the details to the others.
Nodding as the woman expressed her need for a showing of competence, Petros mentally commended her for her practicality. Frowning as Kaley prattled on, Petros set himself to the task of thinking up what he might showcase to impress the Avistani woman before him. Glancing at Kaley just as her features reached their peak of their transformation, Petros blinked in surprise before applauding lightly. Having made his choice as to what he would do, Petros removed his a dagger from it's place on his hip. Gritting his teeth and steeling his nerves, Petros grabbed hold of the blade, wincing as the blade cut flesh and he bled. Once he was confident in the amount of blood he had spilled, Petros let go of the blade and wiped it on his pants before sheathing it once more.
"She's not wrong about us having a few 'tricks', though mine are more focused on bold-faced arcane talents rather than subterfuge" With eyes closed, Petros took a single deep breath as he drew upon the odd, sort of fizzing sensation he had come to associate with the workings of his abilities.
"You have no idea how much I want to scratch the new skin on my palm off...."
Taking his keys with a whisper of "Thank you", Petros retreated upstairs. He was thankful for his mask as it hid his expression of guilt. He wanted to convey his thanks to Dorin for the offer and try to explain why he could not accept it, but, as far as he was concerned, he had simply come across as self-important. Still kicking himself after his complete lack of tact, Petros followed at the back of the group as they made their way out of the tavern and towards their destination. Though he slipped forwards, Petros did not speak, preferring to have Dorin or someone else take the lead in the conversation; he tended to do a lot better dropping comments than he did as a direct conversationalist.
Frowning behind his mask, Petros tapped at the coins he had left at the bar. "Thanks for the offer Dorin, but I'd prefer to pay my own way" he whispered. Leaning back in his seat, Petros reached for his backpack and took out his book of formulae.
Paying close attention to what was being said, Petros chose that moment to offer his opinion. After placing his backpack to the side of the seat he was planning to take, the one beside Dorin, Petros took out a pair of gold coins and placed them on the bar. Slipping into his seat Petros chose to chime in with Dorin "I'm not planning to go to the Worldwound, but I could use some breakfast and a bed. At least four nights, and you can keep any change." he spoke to the wall behind Embra, rather than directly to her, still just a bit too shaken after that encounter with the armored individuals at the city gate. "And any chance you could use the help of an unaccomplished, inexperienced caster?" Petros muttered to Dorin.
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