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I must confess
I still believe
•As for Story Feats, do we get the completion bonus?
Will the setting still be the Earth in the 1880s? I'm starting to think about some concepts.
Is this a 3.5 game? PF1?
Spider Climb gives you a climb rate of 20'. The towers are only 40' high so you can scale them in 1 round. That sounds good enough - and cheap enough. I'm okay with climbing.
Jane throws a quick slash at the one who's trying to climb up to her, inspired by the song to unleash butchery and gore.
With eyes gleaming red she runs down one of the side stairs and towards the northern door in search of more enemies.
Yartak asks to hold the big sword for a second. "Let's see what secrets this little knife holds." GM only!:
"It's totally safe, don't worry" he says after a small while, handing the sword back to Arrius.
Uhm... Does the "weapons with 20 crit range now have 19-20" rule apply to spells?
Walking up and not being in the ship is weird enough, given she was there when she went to sleep in his hammock. But what she finds here... Out of pure instinct, she tries to reach her blade, and actually unsheathes it, but not knowing who's who and why - or even what - makes her ace a bit more cautiously. Opening her hand and pointing at one random opponent - probably one of those demonic things - she produced a splash of acid that travels to its face.
Jereru and Scran! Haven't seen you guys in a spell! I'm playing Turq! *flushes* Now you'll see me with a spell!
Ishta smiles to the old man and winks. "We're always ready for propositions, but let's talk it out over a glass of wine, shall we? It's on us!" Patting Retsn's back, she starts walking to the inn as the ending music resumes.
"Kill Jandark first! With faith!"
Pointing at the black smoke, Ishta shouts. "That's Jandark!"
Hey, Azarra! I'm applying to another FR game here in Paizo. I'm thinking my character there might use Azarra as the name of his contact, who might introduce him to the Harpers later on, in game, and as "quest giver" who's driven him to where he is now. I'll also acknowledge she's one of the Heroes of Phlan and a Watcer of Dawn. You know, my way of making your character "live" a bit longer in payment for all the good times we've had with you. I hope you don't mind! (and if you do, let me know and I'll just change the name). PS: Ser Armithia and Kardas might appear as well :P
When everybody is ready, Ishta calls for some magic to protect the Watchers from magical scrying.
"This will give us a small protection from some kinds of espionage. Not a guarantee, but it might help. Now, what do you want me to do? Teleport us?"
so let's put on our mean faces Private! Show me your war face! LOL
The sense that all is orchestrated to drive them here makes Ishta's mind freeze for a moment. The situation is hard to label, but a feeling of cosmic horror or fate mischief is what she would use if asked. Fighting the urge to run away or pee her knickers, she shakes her head. "Okay!" she says, out loud but more to herself than anything. "Okay, okay, we're gonna do this. We're gonna play against the odds. The dice are loaded, but nothing's over till it's over." She can feel the Flumefire run through her veins. This lich is going to burn. In the morning: Since they are resting in the fairy realm, I was wondering if Ishta could buy some incense for the casting of Visualization of the Mind.
Before anything, and once Azarra comes back, Ishta tried a protective invocation on the group. She's not sure if will work, but it's better to try than not.
"I think we could harm or even destroy that crystal chair with sonic magic" she ventures to say. "Azarra has some of that, I think." Then they discuss their next steps, but it all seems to driver then to the council building. "I can indeed teleport us there, if not from here, at least from a safe distance, I guess. But we need to decide when do we want to rest - I'm spending my magics way quicker than I would have liked to." With the other half of her brain, Ishta is trying to remember something particular that Cadorna always used to wear our carry. Maybe, she thinks, they can use it to locate him easier.
A potential new player! Congrats!
Ishta thinks Ser just had a good idea, so she pops all the group close to where they entered the sewers. That way they can go back to the street without the dangers of suddenly appearing near a patrol or worse. From there, be once they decide their way, they can teleport again.
"Well, we can always try to get away. If the golden follows, then we'll deal with it. Ready for teleport?"
"We're being observed." O'Shea can't help looking up, though she knows perfectly those spells don't work that way. "I could try to shield us against it, but I guess it would find a way anyway. We should either rest or keep going, as you all wish."
Immediately after dispelling the barrier, the golem starts to move. Ishta quickly followed her gestures with some more, another arcane phrase sprouts from her lips and some sweat drops fall from her brow. She runs forward and puts her hand on the stone and earth under the golem's feet, which start adapting and moving, forming a hole that adjusts and wraps around the construct's ankles. In an instant, the ground acts as some shackles that prevent any movement .
Kudos to you, Nuruk, for remembering Dirlagraun and Star.
Isha looks at each of her friends and checks for confirmation. When all are ready, she starts the party by dispelling the wall of force.
"Alright, off we go then!" she says, and with a gesture takes herself and her friends up to the secret room.
Ishta extends her passion, indicating caution. "First, let me check that the no-teleport area is off."
Ishta notices the spell preventing planar travel and attempts to dispel it.
All they did was snuff out the light sources you guys had. You see what happens when you read through 21 posts of combat and wait a pair of hours to post yourself? You mess things up. Now Sammy could have just turned on a light had I processed the info properly, but it seems I'm so dumb... Now, please, someone let there be light :p
It's fine for the Chain Lighting, as I always wanted to use that spell. But my CL is not that good. Fireball is capped at 10 dice since it can't be meta'ed (that was mostly the point of my question). But it's a back up in case I spend all my spell slots and Mythic points (though I doubt I'll be alive by then :p). Just wanted to check, that's all :)
Italia takes the staff and weighs it on her hands.
"Eaberhard!" she exclaims, shedding a small tear when she remembers the old counselor. "But how...? Thank you very much, Your Majesty. As much as a powerful artifact this may be, its sentimental value is, at least, equally appreciated by me." She quickly bows to the King before whispering to Azarra. "It throws Fireballs!" she says, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the quiet giggle.
I'm on a holiday trip to Vienna until Sunday and thus my posting will suffer. Sorry all.
I'm on a holiday trip to Vienna until Sunday and thus my posting will suffer. Sorry all.
Ishta responds to the King's greeting with a gracious salute. She doesn't say anything, leaving the chance for Azarra to tell the story. "Before we go, we must remember to inform the King's alchemists of the recipe for the antidote. It could be useful to them in the future."
Ishta stands with Kardas. "Yes" she says to Azarra. "You're the most skilled one, the one able to make your way to our meeting point. While we wait for you, we'll have the Wagon ready. But before we go, here, this could be helpful." She makes some gestures and whispers a few words in Draconic, putting an enchantment on the strange Varney that she knows is her friend.
Before executing the teleport, she also magically blesses Princess Tiamartha.
Ishta gets the whole picture - if they manage to remove the collar and get the dragon out of the cage, all should be fine. Easier said than done, though. Fortunately, she somehow glimpses the sheep carcasses, and then thinks out loud "Maybe we can spread the sauce on one of those" and she points to the ovine corpses with her chin. She looks around, thinking a bucket from where the dragon could drink would be perfect, but there doesn't seem to be one nearby.
Ishta looks towards Kards until he returns her gaze, then she makes a sign of following her. She capitalizes from the chaos to sneak backstage and join Azarra and Ser. Knowing that the enchantment is around there, Ishta uses one of her tricks on her and then on Kardas, so they're not forced to turn back.
Before going further inside, she throws a las look around in case she sees the girl with the illusion spells again, commenting what she saw to Azarra.
Right, so here's Nioku. I know, it was Uriah, but then I remembered one of my favourite heroes of all time, coming from the Earthdawn RPG, and changed it all over. Still the same - Half orc ranged Warpriest, special member of the local militia with the Lawbringer trait. I know Warpriest don't pack much in a 4-man game - they lack skills, their divine casting is secondary and focused towards self buffs, not very tanky, not very anything. What can I say? I love the character and that was the perfect game for her. I promise with a few more levels she can deal tremendous damage, and we'll work towards balancing her weak points a bit. About me, well, I won't say anything, because I might unintentionaly lie. I'm sure you have your methods, so you're encouraged to go check. If you don't like what you see, we'll give you your money back :)
From her position in the crowd, and waiting for the right moment when everybody's distracted - such as when Azarra is hurled by the dragon - Ishta quickly gestures and murmurs some incantation. "Varney must have some magicians under payroll. It would be helpful to know who they are."
Sammy claps at Willow's words and smiles happily, thumbs up. When she comes down, he taps her in the back. See. Easy. Feel. Good. Now.
When the bodies are in the holes and properly covered in their sheets, Sam climbs on top of a box so as to be seen. He waits for everyone to stop and look at him. With a serious face, he rises one of his papers. On it, it can be read: "WE'RE HERE TO SAY GOODBYE TO THESE LOVELY PEOPLE" He holds it high for long enough for everyone to read. Then he picks the next one. "THEY WERE APPRECIATED BY THEIR BEES AND THAT'S HOW WE KNOW THEY WERE GOOD FOLKS" A third one. "SO ALL WE CAN DO TO HONOUR THEM IS GRANT THEM A PROPER BURIAL AND WISH THEM GOOD AFTERLIFE TOGETHER" And a fourth one. "TO BE REMEMBERED AND LOVED AFTER DEATH IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST GIFTS LIFE CAN GIVE YOU" After the fourth, he comes down from the box and gives the papers to Willow, gently pushing her and pointing at the improvised altar. His mouth keeps moving, forming the words Easy. You. Try.
You all knew Grom; I now present you Ndeke, his brand new parrot familiar. A terrible choice mechanically wise but the best one according to the rule of cool.
From a diabetic point of view, this must be the closest thing to suicide.
So it seems they do want to interact. Sighing, Sam follows the others into their potential doom. |