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Guys, we are standing in the fire here. This fight is going to seriously head south if we don't change tactics. A couple of important notes: 1. No one who is blinded should move AT ALL. Stand where you are. You can't take a withdraw action, so movement a) provokes, and b) risks you taking an epic faceplant and being prone the rest of this fight. It's not a worthwhile use of your time. 2. On that note, Quintus, get in the damn room, man. You can heal blind, and realistically, that's all we need you to do right now. Cowering in the hallway is asking the rest of us to take attacks of opportunity and/or faceplant to get to you. Neither of those are good options. Most of the people in the room will die from one attack of opportunity at the moment. 3. Staggering backwards and screaming is not an effective use of anyone's action. I don't care if it's in character. If we don't raise DPS on this guy, we're phuct. He's getting full-round attacks on us right now. We need to get our collective heads in the game and retaliate. 4. I am going to full-heal mode for the rest of the fight. I'm blowing through my spells per day and then dropping back to the wand for any further heal needs. We're outgunned and I would prefer not to see a TPK. Between Quintus and I we should be able to provide sufficient healing. Any of the rest of you using actions to try to heal yourselves is going to provoke and probably result in your deaths, so concentrate on pounding the snot out of Mr. Froggy. If we can collect ourselves and act appropriately to our situation, I think we can make it out of this with everyone alive and relatively healthy. If we keep dinking around, this thing stands a real chance of heading in a direction that results in the blindheim getting a five-course meal - us. Please let's not allow that to happen. Thanks guys, we can do this!
Irijaya, blind, but not helpless, is becoming acutely aware of the terrible state of her allies. If something isn't done soon, she realizes, all may be lost. Quintus, wely ic relnel! Fel vaccuy lelel zuo yu vusel yu zuo, act I vaccuy xelelq yrellel qeluqhel ahijel uc sz ufc! Translation:
<Quintus>, get in here! We cannot see you to come to you, and I cannot keep these people alive on my own! Irijaya lays her hands on Dasiji and chants a new incantation. Pz yrel hiwry ub Irori, pel relahelt! Translation:
By the light of Irori, be healed!
Irijaya purses her lips as Dasiji freezes in place. She mutters something imprecatory under her breath with regards to the monstrous ex-Pathfinder, then approaches the creature and lays hands on her, showering her with positive energy. This looks like it would feel wonderful... if used on the living. Natiacy hiwry yu vhelaclel isqoniyz, lricel bunyr! Vonel Hiwry Fuoctl! Translation:
Radiant light to cleanse impurity, shine forth! Cure Light Wounds!
Irijaya makes a rapid mental note about the possible trap on the door before turning to the problem at hand. Assessing the situation, and trying to keep her words to a minimum, she determines that Zedril could use the aid of the Master of Masters. Hiwry ub Irori, woitel Zedril's ans! Translation:
Light of Irori, guide Zedril's arm!
Ah, the entrance. Well, better safe than sorry, I suppose. Irijaya mutters the following in Celestial and gestures, tracing a line from her eyes to the door, then making some sort of runic mark in the air: Anvacel qufeln, neljelah zuonlelhb yu sz liwry. Telyelvy Sawiv! Translation:
Arcane power, reveal yourself to my sight. Detect Magic!
Irijaya watches, slightly open-mouthed, as Dasiji astutely handles the Qadiran Venture Captain. After shaking the Keleshite's hand and bidding him good even, she turns back to Dasiji. You certainly do have a way with words, my friend. You would do well in the Grand Chronicler's Circle of Niswan. I sense that we have much in common. She turns to the group as a whole. Feuding factions, a ruined keep, a mysterious artifact, undead, and trade agreements? I believe the Tian Xia would say that this promises to be a most interesting adventure. Unfortunately, among the Tian, "may you live in interesting times" is, in fact, a curse. We all seem capable enough, however. I'm almost looking forward to this. She waits until the others have finished mingling, then follows them back to the Pathfinder Society sleeping quarters. She seems to continue to take an interest in Dasiji, sticking closer to him throughout the remainder of the party than the others. I think I might actually fit in with this unusual group. Master Irori certainly has a plan for me. Who would've thought it would involve raiding ruins and battling the undead?
Irijaya has been quietly following behind her companions, taking further notes on her sheet of parchment as Venture Captain Amara Li instructs them on the upcoming mission. She appears quietly amused at Quintus and Kehl's banter, and intrigued by the far-from-home Mwangi, but says little. At the mention of the undead, her ears perk up slightly. Undead, you say? Foul creatures. They have failed in the struggle for perfection and purity that the Master of Masters calls each of us to endure. I can assure you that they will not outlast an encounter with me. As the Eagle Knight begins to expound on his life philosophy, Irijaya stays silent for a bit. She's not terribly philosophically minded, preferring fact and history to relatively esoteric notions like "freedom." Eventually, though, as it becomes clear that the man will not be silent, she turns to Dasiji. Irijaya Suchitra, scholar of ancient mysteries. It's a pleasure to meet you, and to get to some adventuring that doesn't involve rats and collapsing cargo holds. Do I detect an Ijo fisher's accent in your voice? It is always so interesting to meet someone else from... well, from not around here.
Irijaya listens carefully to Lady Amara's instructions. She removes a piece of parchment - one of her most valued possessions - from her backpack and makes a few notes in a tiny, precise hand at the top with a quill pen that, it becomes apparent, she was already holding in one hand. As a historian, I am interested in anything else you would be willing to share about this jade katana, Lady Amara. Does it have any legendary properties we should be aware of? I am also curious about the condition of the ruins reported to you by the Pathfinders. Are we to expect some sort of resistance in this mission, or do the ruins appear vacant? Having asked her questions, Irijaya waits patiently for the answers, pen and parchment ready.
Irijaya rushes into the palace a bit late. She is dressed well, but clearly a bit rumpled, and ink-stains mar her sleeves. She identifies Quintus and Kehl from their Society badges and rushes over. Ah, you must be my compatriots for this mission. Greetings, I am Irijaya Suchitra, scholar of ancient mysteries. I am deeply sorry for my tardy arrival and general appearance. I intended to arrive early, but the directions I received were sadly lacking. And then, on the way here, was a beautiful library dedicated to the histories of ancient Tian Xia. A library! Well, of course, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Her mouth twists. And that was yesterday. |
