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"It's the staff making him better at influencing people, obviously."
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"No... I don't think my magic would help, sorry," Hothead says sheepishly to Beachhead. "It's more for... Like... Stuff. Can't really explain it in a simple way... Let's just say that it works for some things and doesn't for others. But I can try to fix your wounds at least."
After casting the spells, Hothead joins his fellow heads in digging the hole.
Wait, he's asking Hungry about it? I thought I was the healer around here! "Well, I might be able to help. Depends a bit on how your energy has been taken away," Hothead says, trying not to let his voice betray his annoyance. "Do you have any specific symptoms? Muscles aching? Stiff joints? Or do you just feel like, uh, just generally drained?"
Not feeling like changing tactics when the fight's going so good for him, Hothead keeps launching magical flame at the last remaining wight. Why fix what is not broken?
Hothead stays where he is and keeps breathing fire, this time at the wraith. A hypothetical onlooker versed in the theoretical aspects of magic would be able to tell that he's switched into casting spells instead of using his innate magical abilities, but to the general public it all looks about the same.
Hothead seems dismayed that the wight survived the blast. "Tough guy, aren't you?" he grumbles and breathes fire once again, wanting to get a bit of space for himself to be able to cast spells without getting stabbed.
"I should have known something like this would happen," Hothead says resignedly and proceeds to breath a gout of flames onto the undead horror attacking him.
Hey all, I'll be out of town for a few days, probably won't be able to post until Sunday.
Not seeing the big stone mentioned in the tablet anywhere, Hothead starts scanning the area around him for any magical auras. If nothing else, at least it'll make him feel like he's doing something useful.
"Time device? Pfft" Hothead snorts. "Just look the time from the sun! I'll show you how!"
"See? If you look at that shadow from the tree, you can cleary tell that it's Thursday!"
Hothead decides against fireballing the bear. After all, the point is to have something left to eat as well, isn't it? If the bear survives Hungry's and Zip's battering then he could just use his breath weapon once they're closer to the beast.
"I really hope Mo's going to find something..."
See you around, Dru!
"Allright, I think we're more than ready to do our dramatic exit into the sunset," Vote to get out of here before Tomorbataar embarrases us further.
Hothead thinks for a second that he has been able to decipher the mystery that is Torlgrith, but in the end the human remains just an unknowable as he has always been. "You're right Beachhead, we should get going," he says to the fellow head before turning back to Torlgrith. "We'll be doing our own things for some time, but we might drop by sometime if we happen to be near. See you around!"
Hothead groans and rolls his eyes. "That pun was so bad, you should be eggxecuted for it,"
Hothead looks at the wooden armours with a certain amount of distrust. "I don't know... They look a bit bulky, you know? And awfully flammable... You wouldn't happen to have anything a little less... restrictive?"
Hothead leans closer to Tomorbataar and whispers into his ear: "You liaaaaar..."
"Ugh. Potato elitists are the worst."
"Or maybe he's just telepathic," Hothead quips. "Tell him we're bringing good news so he won't have to worry so much."
Hothead frowns as the lizardfolk scurry away. "Go ahead, run away. Keep away from the big scary evil monsters. It's not like they have feelings or anything," he looks at Hungry for a second. "Well, most of them anyway."
Instead of contributing constructively to the conversation, Hothead is content to just fling occasional sarcastic comments. "So everyone has the right to live their lives as they please but Hungry can't animate a few corpses just because you think it's evil? Makes sense."
Finally decided to go with ability focus, beef up my breath weapon a bit. :P
"You know Hungry, you could try raising just the bones!" Hothead suggests. "That way we wouldn't need to worry about all the fleshy parts starting to smell after a while."
"Sure, Tom. I'll try to keep an eye out for a pool of acid. Got to be at least one lying around somewhere," Hothead snarks.
Hothead wakes up with a horrible taste in his mouth. "Sure, let's go tell the humans we did the job. Maybe they'll have something to freshen my breath up, it feels like I've swallowed a bunch of ash. Frozen ash. Bleh." What Zip said
Hothead is almost completely leveled up, only need to pick a feat. :P Any suggestions?
"I think going for the gluttony stuff first would be better," Hothead opines. "If there's many items there's probably at least one that we can use. The scepter might not have been designed with hydras in mind. It might require the user to hold it and speak at the same time or something ridiculous like that,"
I'd permit the 'you' for Fly revelations/abilities to be 'your hydra body', since 1) Otherwise those are useless and 2) I want to solve this problem. Also 3) It amuses me. So either of those would be viable solutions. Thanks, the Flame mystery is pretty short on anything that isn't "Burn Everything" as is. <.<
It gives yourself wings. Can't be shared at all. Air kineticist also has a chain that lets you fly(self only), but since we're all stuck 15 ft from our body, I didn't bother about it. Eh, if the Fly spell would work I see no reason why it would not, since Fly also only works on one creature at a time.
Actually, the Flame mystery has a revelation that gives wings for minute/level each day. (don't need to be consecutive) I could take that and save Hungry a spell slot. It's pretty much the best revelation for me this level anyway. :D
Hothead glances over the first two tablets without understanding a word, but the third one catches his eye. "Oh look, something that actually makes sense! At least a little bit," He spends a minute reading it over. "Oh, someone died and left some kind of rod hidden somewhere. Nothing very interesting."
Hungry doesn't have a clue what Hungry is talking about. "Well that's weird... Some kind of ancient food club?"
Hey guys, sorry for disappearing. :( I was stuck with a ton of studying and deadlines. Will hopefully be done with them in a few days. Also, I'll be voting for longer legs just to be unique. :P
Hothead is finally woken up by Hungry's clumsy attempt at biting. "___... _____ __________? ___ ___ ___ ___ __________ __ ____? __ ____, _____ ____ ________ _____ _____ __ ______ _______ ____, _____ __ ____ ___ __," Vote to go wake Mo up.
Hothead mutters something rather obscene, casts silence on himself, and resumes sleeping.
"Hngh... Just five more minutes..." Hothead votes to press snooze.
"How 'bout you clean it yourself?" Hothead mumbles half-asleep.
Poke,
Poke,
Hothead gives Dru a few positively energised pokes. "Here you go!"
Hothead, not being the most perspective Hydrahead, doesn't find anything very intresting as they rummage through the camp, expect for one very intersting arrow. Which would appear to be stuck in his neck.
After the arrow is out of his body and the hole it made mostly closed, Hothead generously offers: "Anyone else want a bit of healing? I've still got lots."
Hothead yells at the fleeing bugbears. "Well, now that that's done, I think we should go back to the lizards, tell them the job's done, don't you agree?"
Seeing an opportunity, Hothead tries to bite the bugbear leader, even though physical combat isn't really his thing, before going back to burning stuff.
Hothead shrieks in terror as the burning flas crashes into him... "Eeeeek!" ...and then realises that the horrible weapon was neutralized by his magical protections before it could do any damage. "I mean... Uh... Your puny weapons can't damage a mighty hydrahead like me! Eat frosty death!"
"Ow!" Getting hit by an arrow hurts, but not as much as getting burned by fire hurts. Given that the Bugbear leader is suggesting his subordinates to do exactly that, Hothead decides to make an example of him with an extraordinarily vicious fireball.
It's from his Oracle's Curse, always staggered on first round of combat but get uncanny dodge and +4 initiative in return.
I just noticed now and kinda find it funny that my Fireball literally one up'd Hothead's (My DC is one higher and it rolled one more damage). Only because I was staggered and couldn't use Focused Spell. :(
"Oh well, at least we tried to be nice," Hothead mutters and flings some fiery exploding death towards the bugbears.
Hothead doesn't seem that surprised by Beachhead appearing or Blockhead disappearing, mostly because it all happened way too quickly for his curse-affected reactions. "Hi, Beach... Oh, nevermind, he's gone again," Just in case the Bugbears aren't quite as friendly as Ziphora seems to believe, Hothead casts a few protective spells on himself. "Anyone else want a little bit of protection against fire? You know, if we end up having to burn everything around us or something like that," he says, "Especially if you aren't very good at dodging explosions," he adds, looking towards Hungry and Tomorbataar.
Vote to move closer.
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