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"Good thing we have a priest..." as she looks at Grayson.
"G-G-G-G-G-GHOST!!!!"
Casts Detect Magick (to see what's up with hair raising door)
Please don't go. The drones need you. They look up to you.
Ah, good catch! See, I knew I needed practice... fixing it now while I still can. Ooh. Looks like my Firebolt hit. But iffy on that Orb.
Spell casting format practice!
So, I'm bored and just want to try out formats for combat. I figure quote is nice because it contains everything in a shaded block... I like listing how many things I have left for my own records.I put the slot level in parentheses in case it's benefiting from a higher level... I guess Cantrips cannot be cast at a higher level so it's redundant... but I'm doing it anyway. I don't know... what do you guys do?
"Ah, I see. Thank you, Drucilla. Everything does seem to move at a faster pace outside the forests of Mystera... and certainly much faster than its libraries. I shall admit it's all a little overwhelming, but highly stimulating nonetheless!" Ingodra touches her finger to her nose. These Human customs are so bizarre. What am I even doing? The Dwarf seems to have the right idea. She clears her throat in anticipation of producing the difficult and guttural Dwarven accent. "Ahem... Du indeholder modet hos alle dine forfædre! Må vore fjender omkomme på dine fødder, og du kan indynde sig gudernes!" With a deep breath, she speaks in common once more: "I'll cover you from afar, my brave new friend!" Turning her attention to Cecil, who has appeared catatonic since he blasted the Troll to smitherines, Ingodra prods the Warlock for a response. "How do you fare, Cecil?"
Ingodra isn't familiar with this custom, and does not seem to understand what's transpiring. "Nose goes where? Or Knows what?"
Ingodra surveys the carnage wrought by the party. The maimed corpse of a Hill Giant is strewn about the woods and large pool of blood is slowly expanding outward from ground zero. Meanwhile, Seanalon seems to be enjoying his trip to the Hill Giant Heart Buffet. She feels a wave of nausea overcome her. Ugh... I knew I shouldn't have had one of those damned biscuits.
"Blaughhh!!! Ingodra is reacquainted with her biscuit, though like the Hill Giant, it is no longer recognizable. Get yourself together, girl! Casts Prestidigitation
"Ahem. Excuse me... I'll gladly hold on to those teeth, fellas." Adds Hill Giant Teeth and Troll Teeth to inventory I can't let them think I don't have the stomach for this life... besides, I don't know if that drunkard detective should hold on to them, and gods know Seanalon might just eat them! "Should we see what they were arguing over or should we just get the hell out of here?" Ingodra is curious about that mysterious figure. She's not opposed to the prudent choice, but she'd betray her learned background if she left any stone unturned.
"I've spent the better part of the last century amongst the dusty tomes and ancient scrolls in the Great Libraries of Mystera, absorbing all the knowledge I could get my hands on. But one cannot contribute to the pool of knowledge merely by reading the works of others. It's high time I experience this world first hand." Ingodra persuading her Foster Father to allow her to undertake his mission of utmost importance.
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