Gray of the UnderRoot's page

Question about the solidity of air, water and fire body for the druid.

Are these 3 form amorphous ? and if so what size of openings will they be able to penetrate.

Example : sneaky druid needs to get into house that is locked .. change into air elemental and slip in through keyhole. Turn into water and flow up drain pipes( ewww !)

Greetings all ..

I want to create a bow that can bypass DR of creatures.
Basically I want to create a bow that will be able to bypass DR on a round by round basis.
If I have to spend a round to match the bow to the creatures DR that seems easily acceptable.

So the question is this ... spells and material ... what will I need, and how expensive would it be you think ?

"I happen to do ALOT of fishing with live bait ...

My friends call me a Master !"

"Haha, living in one place like that does not impress me. I am one with nature as it were. The world calls to me and I have answered it. My travels have taken me to great and far places. The friends I have made are impressive . As can been seen by the new friends that have accumulated here !"

"Kyros, the White B*tch is my mother, that is her name and title. I come from a clan of half breeds from the borders of Ustalav and Belkzen. My mother is a witch and has great influence within the tribe."

"Gary, Grey ... honestly dont care what you call me, 'just dont call me late for Dinner' ! "
* a hearty earthy laugh erupts from Gray *

"Pontificator, your past history intrigues me. By chance were the tentacle thingies called Aboleth's( please excuse my pronunciation) ? Its fascinating ... peoples history I mean. If one looks at the past close enough, one can foresee his or her own future. At least that's what the White B*tch has told me."

"Sadly the only dancing I'm familiar with is on the battlefield ! "

"Err, Pointy, I think you may mean ...'where no GNOME has gone before'. Its a common mistake.
Also, I have been in the company of many gnomes, both surface and the long lost cousins, svirfneblin (please excuse my pronunciation). And have yet to find one lacking in courage, stature yes. By not in courage.
Elves on the other hand I will not speak about. After the Age of Darkness debacle. Leaving this world then comming back and having the nerve to fight off mankind to take back what they ran away from.
The mere thought of it gets me a bit rather .... upset !"
*One can notice that as he speaks his form shimmers a bit*
"Please excuse my ranting, I get a bit passionate about certain subjects."

Hunters guide. Take the nobles out for a day trip thing tracking and shooting elusive prey !

"Gnomsies arnt bad ... quite tasty in a soup with beets and rootabegas !"
earth rumbling laugh
"I joke of course, of all the gnomes i have met there isnt one i havent liked. Oh wait ... there was this one little fella, name of Quellan, from the jungle I think he was. Bothersome one he was, kept trying to steal everything from us. Not the borrowing kind of way either. So after the third time of beating him sensless he finally took the hint !"
" There was this one performer from Numeria, he studied in comedy. Good chap that one. Funny as they come. Got run out of town after one performance, seems the mayor had a heart attack from one of his jokes !"
"But overall, i do notice one thing about gnomes in general, what they lack for in size they make up in personallity !"

" Huh ?! , Who is farming cysts ? That's not right, one must farm some sort of beneficial vegetation of some sort, whether for consumption, ascetics or shiz and giggles !"
" This growing of unnatural cysts, I shall not let go unpunished ! It's a blasphemy to the land and all i hold dear !"

"Please excuse me Kyros, I couldn't help but overhear that you didn't appreciate 'The Barbarian of Seville'. I found it to be a delightful comedy. If a bit to predictable. Now having said that i do hope you take that in the sarcasm it was meant !"
" I'm not one for theater, I get my fill out on the open road having to deal with various sod's and ne'er do well's. The forests of Ustalav on the other hand are a delight, with their lycan's and dead things running about !"

*In perfect Tien*
"Greetings and well met fellow Lodgers"

A mottled grey humanoid saunters into the room.

"I have been newly recruited by our Lady's administrators. I am named Gray of the UnderRoot of Clan Red Claw from Broken Fang Tribe. But you may address me simply as Gray."
"While my title may be impressive it simply denotes my standing within my tribe back home.
Where is home you may wonder. The southern region of the Tusk Mountains near the Ustalav border. Yes , I am of orcish decent and while some are detracted by this fact it is that which I have been recruited. "

This young lad that speaks can be no more than 20 odd summers old. And still he has a commanding presence.

"Please excuse my long windedness, it is my heritage and skill with languages that has brought me here. Although I am not privy to my Lady's ambitions I do hope that my serivice brings Her, the lodge and its members much honour."

"Greetings and well met fellow Finders !"

A youngish humanoid of questionable birth swaggers in.

" I am new to the area and thought this a good a place as any to sit a spell and chat with the locals."

The apparent clothing definitely marks him as an adventurer.
Supple doeskin and silk make up an interesting sleeveless robe, matching hakama and woven grass/reed bracers complete the ensemble.

"I come from far off Ustalav, or i should say, the boarders of Ustalav and Belkzen,"

Now you are able to place the mottled grey skin and orcish features. Slight as they are, he's definitely half orc, and one might say the other half is Varisian.

"The traveling was a long one without a horse or wagon, that's a story to tell ! So pray tell, what brings you fine folk to this region ? Wine ? Women ? Song ? All of the above ? " His laugh reminds you of the rumbling earth.

Within a couple strides he makes it to the group and without so much as a nod he pulls up a seat.

"Dont mind if I join you fine folk do you ?" Not so much a question as it was a statement. " I'll, let me see what you guys have there ..."
Peering over at the fine selection of liqueurs. " Oh !, this one looks good ! Blue bottles, love them, always had good luck with their contents when we were running around the countryside and dark nether regions. Mind you the rest of the folk I was with never really thought so ! Oh well, to each their own."

For a half breed this one seems well spoken and quite mature for his age.

" So, what are we all talking about ?"

" Skweee !"
A rat runs out from the shadows and catches a 'roach. With two nibbles its head is devoured.
The rat starts to shimmer befor your eyes and grows larger, larger and more human in form. Once the transformation is complete a mottled grey humanoid stands befor you dressed in a suple doe hide and silk sleevless robe, barefoot and silk/hide hakama.
" Never underestimate that which goes unseen!"
With that being said the stranger pops the last morsel of bug in its mouth and sits in the nearest unoccupied table.