@GM - thank you for everything on this game. Be well, and thanks for giving us some fun. See you around!
Search Posts
Ithariel switches to his shield and scimitar moving forward, scanning for additional threats. He spies the Mandragora and wracks his brain for the best way to handle the little plant thing... and immediately shares what he knows with his companions!
Ithariel agrees with Nox, Maybe these Hex Nails will come in handy today, we'll see. But we should be careful indeed.
Ithariel grips his staff, and motions for Stel to join him on the teleporter. He'll wait for the others to join him before speaking the passphrase to enter the dining hall.
Ithariel looks at the others, Does anyone else need the healing potions? I think I am set for now. Shall we proceed, if it is true that the mirror provides a link to a far-away place, we are known now, and should likely move with haste before this 'boss' can summon reinforcements to our enemies' aid. he gestures meaningfully to the party to perhaps move forward.
Can anyone tell what these magical potions are? Might be handy if they are healing moving forward. Ithariel asks the crowd. He carefully gathers what he can from her before moving to the other deceased guards and repeating the process.
Stelmaria begins cleaning the mess off his paws, waiting for the man's answers idly. Meanwhile, Ithariel gives some space to the questioners, knowing he's as likely to much up the questions as he is to help. He surveys the carnage, and decides to check the commander for anything interesting on her person.
Ithariel grimaces at the lone remaining guard, entering the room and swinging his hands together on his quarterstaff, aiming it high on the man's shoulder, attempting to drive him to his knees... But missing wildly...
Ithariel ducks the man's sword slash and swings his staff in a vicious uppercutting motion.
Ithariel will spin, focusing on the woman who just entered the fray, and cause a spark to ignite in front of her eyes. Should have stayed in bed there captain!
Ithariel advances to support Dok and Stel, focusing again on the guardsman closest to where Stelmaria ended his advance. A bright light erupts in the guardsman's face, threating to dazzle him.
While I've wanted to do that AP for a while, I think I'm maxed out with the semester starting on campus...
Ithariel will focus a moment, before a cascade of light sparks before the elemental, attempting to dazzle it.
The druid looks hard at the surface of the water, and stops moving forward, Hatch, does something live in this water? Because I clearly saw something move in there... he cautions the others to the presence of something below the water.
Very well, if they have been causing problems for the innocents, then we must deal with them harshly... the druid nods in agreement with the others holding his stick upon his shoulder.
Ithariel nods at the newcomer's advice for lacking bloodshed and leaving the guards alive. Could we merely lock them within the barracks, they cannot threaten us then, and they would be neutralized? Or am I overthinking things? Are you certain you can convince them? He asks, not knowing the strengths of his new companions, and goes along with what they propose.
Ithariel watches judgement fall upon the duplicitous guard, knowing he'd threatened the men with much the same fate and they didn't listen to him. But if you do cause trouble, we'll know where to find you, and what fate will befall you if you do. The celestial flexes his arms, the ichorous feeling from the wand finally fading from his body, at least his wounds were closed now.
The druid laughs, He's with us, and he's a Fey. A good one. If you've traveled through the same portal as we did, then we're of one purpose. This whole place is odd though. He turns back to the captured guards, If you don't start getting more knowledgeable, we're going to start getting curious in a more physical way. Who's the boss? How many more guards are there? Is there a number two person? We're curious folks. and leave the implicit threat hanging in the air.
Ithariel breathes a sigh of relief when the guards surrender, turning to the newcomers, he nods his head in appreciation, I'm Ithariel, and that's Stelmaria.he says, indicating the limping tiger, Thank you for coming to our aid, strangers. What might we call you? The shrunken leonine Aisimar thanks them. Pardon my appearance, the dog shrunk me. Turning back to the guards, he questions them, Gentlemen, we are seeking a magical source within this fort, any ideas where we might find such a thing? Also, you can divest yourselves of your valuables at this point. he adds, figuring it would be a good idea.
Ithariel still dazed from his accident, cowers in the tunnel from the arrows. Trying not to get seen or hit. Stelmaria, still limping, stays with the druid to protect him from any harm.
yes, 15 HP is post infernal healing round 1
Ithariel, dazed from his horrible miss, stands there in confusion, unable to really act effectively.
Did we just get reinforcements? The druid wonders out loud, swinging his now small staff at the guard next to him. Despite his small size, he puts everything he's got into that shot. But misses horribly... hitting himself in the head, dazing himself....
Ithariel, reeling from the Troll's assault, steps backwards and immediately casts a healing spell on himself, wincing with pain.
Ithariel, hoping the Troll is distracted by Ote, follows Stelmaria forward, and attempts to bludgeon the troll with his little stick, now magically enhanced, and he calls out Ques, can you get to Stel and help heal him?
Welcome, we're currently in quite a pickle, but making the best of our terrible plan and with our two front-liners on autopilot... And hi!
Its a really fun group, we've got a Druid, Alchemist (Gun Chemist), and an Unchained Summoner (Shadow Caller) in the party.
Ithariel casts a spell intently upon his staff, imbuing it with magical energies! He steps forward, tiny in ferocity with his staff held before him, menacing the guard...
I thought Ote has posted 'recently'? but yeah, if we're down to three we could probably use two more...
Ithariel spins in place, now small, and unleashes a hail of stones and pebbles outside the fort!
I’ll pm you!
Ithariel waits patiently, either to be shrunk by the house fey to slip his bonds - or for his companions to start something.
I haven't done enough 2E I don't think to jump in, or I'd be down.
Oh this should be good! Lol
Ithariel nods under his breath, Smaller works, I think? I can throw a couple spells around, but we need to get Nox and Ote free and armed quick. Ques, any bright ideas?
If you get me free, I've got a good spell for this... the druid adds
Play along?The druid asks, wondering aloud what the plan it, Or get 'em?
Ithariel tries to hide, badly, from the guards. Meanwhile Stelmaria continues to show his skills at not being seen. From his terrible hiding spot, the druid will ask the dog is bad skald, Is there a better way into the fort?
Ithariel looks at the others, Should we withdraw and see if they come out to meet us? Then we could maybe engage them where we're not at the bottom of a giant ice wall? he looks at the small dog for confirmation of his 'plan'. If everyone agrees, the druid will break away from the group and attempt to get some space from the door - creating an invitation for the inhabitants to come out and look.
Ote? Nox? Thoughts?
What if we just roll with it, and let them open the door first to arrest us?
Welcome back! Hope you had fun
Ithariel adjusts Ques' outfit to look more guardly...
|