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Harika looks thoughtfully at the corpses. "My goddess is not in the habit of returning the dead to life. They could still be of use to us, though." She looks at the others. "Leaving them here or incinerating them is wasteful, but I will not animate them if it offends your sensibilities. What say you?"
"Stand aside, guardian." Harika's voice takes on an otherworldly echo as she invokes the power of her goddess to calm the closest remaining death knight not under her control.
Sorry, guys. Trying to catch up after getting back from my trip did not go as smoothly or quickly as I had hoped. I should be back to regular posting now.
Harika nods at Kardav. "I can, but my Goddess is not one of healing or mercy. Her healing has a cost."
With Bug and Kardav taking control of the fight, Harika concentrates on keeping her other companions in the fight. She moves over to Ynthar and pulls a scroll down from her shield, murmuring the words to a spell to rid him of his affliction.
Sorry to hear that, DM. All the best to your girlfriend and her family.
Yeah, last two fights I have been less than useless... *Sad trombone* Best I can do is buff, since my muscle is stuck outside the fight zone. Even then it's not what she's built for. Oh, well.
Harika starts chanting out a prayer to her fell goddess, imploring her companions to triumph over these monsters.
Harika follows the others but pauses before going through the door. "Are there any traps you know of on this path down to your wizard's laboratory?"
Harika shakes her head, reminding the others without words she hadn't wanted to hunt down the berbalang. But a united front was needed here. She nodded at the woken crusader. "Are there any secure rooms or out of the way corners of this facility that would lend themselves to an undead making a lair for itself?"
Harika backs away from the pudding as it advances. "I have nothing prepared to fight this thing."
From her spot in the middle of the group, Harika simply observes for the moment.
Harika follows along, staying in the middle despite the demonstrated lack of safety there.
The chilly hand of the grave slices through her armor but Harika, inured to the presence of the undead, bravely resists its deadly touch. She pulls her morningstar from her belt and smashes it at the wraith's arms.
"I am not your enemy. Listen, and heed." The priestess's words thrum with the power of her goddess as she beckons to the wraiths.
Harika takes the full caster prerogative and is somewhere in the middle.
"If any enemy would engender this response in someone, it was the Whispering Tyrant. These crusaders likely saw any number of unspeakable terrors inflicted on soldiers and civilians alike."
Harika looks closely at a few of the sleeping knights.
Harika frowns at the hourglass. "The artifact's power is fading due to the damage. I wonder if that debris really fell accidentally."
Harika looks around critically at the graves and the broken hourglass. "Interesting."
Harika had watched in amusement as the others clambered up the rocks with difficulty, finally sighing and shaking her head when it comes to her turn. She traverses the scramble of fallen stones with uncanny ease, only grabbing the rope at the very last minute to pull herself through the gap. She smiles at Bug and Ynthar as she squeezes past the men assisting the others climb up. "Thank you for your help, boys."
Harika follows the others, letting the more athletic among them take the lead when it comes time to clamber up to the second story of the mausoleum.
Happy holidays, everybody.
Harika grunts. "Full retreat, Axe. Step out of the graveyard, do not retaliate."
Harika points at the gate. "Axe, take five steps into the graveyard."
Harika nods as she reads the sign and a few of the others enter the cemetary. For the moment she stays outside.
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Harika nods. "That would be prudent, so long as you can see and follow the seeker from above." She gestures at the floating eyeball.
Harika shakes her head, a rueful smile on her lips. "My Mistress has not given me that ability. I raise them, not track them."
Harika sighs. "I think this is a waste of our time and resources, but am not going to go on without you all. Let's find this thing and kill it."
After a moment's thought, Harika says "I think it may have been a berbalang." She goes on to describe the creature and its abilities .
"I'm sure I can think of it with a minute of thought, but I am willing to help." Harika took the wand and invoked its power several times until Kardav was fully healed.
"An incorporeal undead is likely to have a grave site nearby, or some other location associated with its death." Unless it was free-willed, which it very likely was, but Harika did not feel that added anything to the conversation. "We may also want to consider that this could just be a distraction from our goal, the cult trying to drain our resources and draw us away from our mission."
Harika laughs, delighted by the contest of wills and being filled with her goddess's power. "I suspect it will be any living person nearby who isn't us, Bug."
Harika raises her voice so everyone can hear. "These aren't wild ghouls! Keep an eye out for the controller! She is our true opponent!" She holds up her holy symbol and wills Urgathoa's power through it to halt the wolves where they stand. "Let us see how strong she is!"
The two giant warriors lash out as the wolf dodges around them, while Harika moves to keep the heavily armored one in between her and the ghoul wolf. She holds up a hand in recognition as Kardav's starknife comes spinning in and then flashes away. "Thank you, Kardav!"
Harika pulls the skeleton mask down onto her face as she orders her thralls for battle. "Weapons out! Axe, charge!" The mail-clad giant unlimbers his greataxe and charges at the nearest concentration of wolves. "Shield, there. Ready attack." She points at a spot in between her and the closest undead wolf and the heavily armored knight dutifully moves into position, slamming his tower shield to the ground with a definitive thunk. He gripped his enormous mace ready in his other hand.
Kardav:
Harika smiles at the pale man. "I completely agree. My philosophy is to live your life while you have it. Let's go see what kind of swill the crusaders import." Harika was accompanied by a pair of enormous, armored figures swathed in black cloaks like hers. One of them wore plate and carried a tower shield as tall as a house and the other carried a greataxe nearly as tall and was armored in chain. They never spoke or moved without Harika's say-so and never lifted the visors of their full-face helms. On board the ship she revealed herself to be a pleasant, gregarious person who was friendly to the ship's crew and genuinely fun to be around. She was miles from the dour image many might have in their head of a necromancer. She looks up at Merius along with Ynthar. "Impressive wings. But I thought we were supposed to be trying to escape notice?"
Harika nods at the men as they ready themselves to make their preparations. "I am prepared to go whenever you gentlemen are ready." As he leaves he gives Harika a charming smile. "Feel free to come find me anytime before then." The beautiful Garundi woman chuckles, arching an eyebrow at Kardav. "Is that right? Well, I never turn down a free drink." She stands, her cloak concealing her from her shoulders to the floor. Her hand- slim fingers and delicate wrist- emerges for a moment as she gestures at the bar. "Shall we?"
Apologies, I don't mean to be a pain, but I would really like everyone to have Darkvision, if going underground. I'd like it if everyone could heal from Harika's negative energy channels, too, but without rebuilding everybody I don't think we're going to get a whole themed party for either group.
No leadership no I already have 12 pc to deal with lol Haha. Yeah, I figured. Okay, I'm going to drop two of my Reduce Person potions to pick up a Wand of Infernal Healing, but that will wipe out all my gold after that. I'm planning on picking up a wand of Infernal Healing even though her gold is running low. Harika's not much of a healer unless you're undead. We need to plan for resting in an infested area- are our arcane casters packing Rope Trick or Secure Shelter?
Harika nods at Keyron Saiville without addressing his comment about some people not wanting her there. "I have no objection."
Can I get permission for the Infinite Scrollcase from 3.5, please, DM? I'm finalizing spells and gear but this alias is ready to go otherwise. Hmm... unless you're allowing Leadership, DM? A friendly intelligent undead cohort could be helpful for her; intelligent undead are too much of a hassle otherwise.
A hooded figure had sat quietly in a corner since before the meeting started. From the embroidery on her dark cloak she is with the pair of enormous, similarly cloaked knights waiting outside. She reaches up and pulls down her hood, revealing a beautiful, dark skinned woman with the black hair and features of a Garundi. She nods at Kardav. "With all due respect, traversing these tunnels would require us to prepare for several types of threat rather than focusing on escaping the notice of or countering the single threat posed by the walking dead. There are spells to cloak us from their eyes and I am able to convince the more persistent to ignore us. We do not have that advantage with orcs and dragons," the woman looks around, dark eyes curious, "unless one of you has some unannounced abilities in that area?" "Neither I nor my companions are stealthy, but with my skills we should be able to reach the town without attracting undue attention from the hungry dead."
2 teams could be interesting. Would they be in their own instances of the dungeon or could they interact? I'll have this alias updated by the end of the weekend. I think she'll be a priestess of Urgathoa focusing on undead creation and control.
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