Excellent! Jayse and I were discussing options for the future path of the Ravin' Ranger!
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Yeah, it looks like they rolled back to a previous model? No more related thread posts at the top... Boo.
Jofram nods agreement with his friends' sentiment. In the ranger's mind, there was never a doubt as to which side each of the heroes would support. "So, it's a propaganda battle? Convince the Islanders that an unseen celestial war has broken out? We'll need to stop Debtkeeper's minions, where we can find them, but how do we get the support of the people?" Punctuating his words, Vaelos lets out a visceral cry - though most likely in protest of his soaked feathers, than any words the groundlings mutter.
"Discretion is the better part of... something, something..." Jofram continues his flurry of arrows, attempting to distract the misty deity while his friends strategize. "Whatever we do, we better figure it out quickly!" More attacks!:
She did say that she's more powerful because of the islands, not necessarily because of the water. Something about the combo of water / land?
At the first sign of Naladoria's seemingly hostile movement, Jofram sends a quartet of missiles careening towards her. Rolls:
Status: Bardic Performance: 9/12
STR: 10/16 | CON: 7/14 - New Max HP: 51 Hp: 51
Jofram stands, slowly walking over to Orin and the others. "No, Debtkeeper. You may not have these people. You still have a choice - bless these island people instead of trying to dominate them, and you could earn their devotion. Even after your deception, I'd rather not be your enemy."
Still reading your post. 8)
Lame. I mean… that would be lame, if I were evil - which I'm not! I just, uh… *Starts firing arrows*
The cold and calculating part of Jofram's brain cannot help but weigh her words. His returned memories crash in his brain, clashing with those of recent weeks. The temptation of wealth and power is powerful, palpable. The memory of a betrayal, and a thousand cries of pain and death carries it's own great heft. "And what would you do with this world, if you win? What of the mortals, here?"
Continued; Perception DC 25: Jofram's words continue on. "We mustn't let on that we know her true identity - she could most likely finish us all off right here, in our current state.
"We've given much to help you, so please speak plainly and truthfully. Are you or those you work for or with responsible for the loss of our memories?" Upon hearing Jayse's words, Jofram's fists clench into the beach below him. Slowly relaxing them, five fingers dig into the sand, outstretched toward Ushari, Orin, Jayse, Straehan, and Isolde.
Heroes only! - Perception DC 25: Jofram's whispered words drift across the distance, but sound as clear as if he spoke directly into your ears.
"Yes! She did this to us! She is the Debtkeeper!"
Jayse- Jofram has an Arrow of Greater Slaying - Fey. The Golem one was fired, but I suppose there was chance to recover it.
"My... wounds - I fear the battle took a stronger toll than I realized." The ranger walks a bit away from the others, to sit on the sandy shore while he drains a waterskin. Same DC?: Jofram ever-so-slightly shakes his head. No...
Sense Motive DC 19, 17 for non-humans: Jofram's jaw clenches tight, trapping almost-spoken words. His calm visage is betrayed by a tightening around the eyes. A spot of blood glimmers at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I guess we'll find out once we get back to the camp. Orin, do you still have that flask of seawater?"
I think we should keep that +3 ring, stone, and wand. What about that Heal scroll? It sounds handy, but maybe we're covered in that department? Reading up on the Manual of Quickness of Action +2, It seems like a keeper. My max dex in mithral chain is already reached though, so I would have to find new gear in order to benefit. Jayse, would this benefit you?
Examining the door near Straehan, Jofram nods. "Could be worth a quick peek. Does anyone have a torch?"
Despite his weakened state, Jofram sets about decapitating and skinning the dragon. Slicing off a generous chunk of liver, he tosses it to Vaelos, who devours it greedily.
Jayse, still doing a visual sweep of the room, looks back down at the dragon, "Jofram, how long do you think it'd take to skin her? Surely theres some cash to be made carting out an umbral dragon's hide. Not to mention selling some teeth or claws as souvenirs. Who brought a loot cart?" Maybe an hour or so. I was thinking that her head could fit in that Bag of Holding we picked up. Maybe another 200 pounds of dragonskin. Couldn't hold much more, I think. Walking over to the damnable wyrm's-bane arrow, Jofram snatches it up and fits it into his quiver.
Jofram clambers over the wyrmkind to Straehan's fallen form. Arcane energy washes through the gnome, stemming his blood loss and closing torn flesh.
Maybe I should just avoid combat feats in the future, and lean towards strictly entertainment abilities. This whole hitting-the-broad-side-of-a-barn-sized-enemy thing doesn't seem to be working out...
I'd offer, but that would negate almost all of my offense, plus I was hoping this GAS would hit. Mwah wah waaaahhh...
Leaping back from the dragon's snapping maw, Jofram pulls a dragon-bane arrow and fires it with a volley towards the mighty beast. Rolls:
Status:
Jofram picots as the mighty drogon swoops over him to land between he and Strae. Peppering the creature with arrows, he searches for a weak spot. Rolls:
status: [ooc]AC:28
Stoneskin - 18 min - PTS 90
Jofram steps away from Orin, sending a stream of arrows which deflect off of the dragon's thick hide. He let's out a stream of curses in every language he knows. Damn, damn, triple damn:
Status: [ooc]AC=28
. No Longer Vanished, since previous attack[ooc]
A few choice curses run through Jofram's mind, as his allies fly between his arrowhead and dragonflesh. With the call from Straehan, the ranger changes tactics. He lets out a sharp whistle to Vaelos, then runs toward his gathering friends, he plants his feet and skids through the dust, managing a single shot at the wyrmkind. He slides to a stop next to Jayse and the gnome.
Jofram winces as the the gnome's magic strains under the force of the dragon's crushing maw. Slipping around the nearby pillar, he binds a healing spell around Vaelos. "Go - take this spell to Straehan." The eagle looks at him curiously, the sending in his mind telling of the bird's confusion. With a sigh, the ranger whispers again. "Short-round!" Almost smugly, the bird takes flight, arcing through the air and swooping down to the mage, delivering a small gift of healing energy. Across the room, a familiar song echoes off of the darkened walls, bolstering the heroes with confidence and determination.
Lost in the blackness, Jofram mutters a spellweaving, and vanishes in a blink. Flinching at the disembodied voice of the gauntlet in the dark, he finally relents. Fine, what other choice have I? I just hope this thing doesn't try to possess me...
"Spread out? We make an easy target, clustered together like this... Jofram shrugs off the pain and sends a flurry of arrows toward the reptilian menace, then looks for a more defensible position. Mwhaaaa????:
Jofram carefully sidles up next to Straehan. In a flash, he draws the glowing arrow, and sends it across the room into the shadows clinging to the corners/ceiling/nook.
Jofram smoothly sidesteps, keeping the Shaudran lined up for a shot. Ignoring his fatigue, he draws forth more enchanted arrows, sending more light streaks between the large statue and his friends, at the abomination beyond. All that rolling business...:
Jofram stares down the ghoul, frustrated but determined.
The ranger's sword clatters to the floor. With a grin, Jofram draws the glowing arrows even as the curved shape of a bow appears in his other hand. His war chant is joined to the brisk rhythm of nock - draw - release. The cadence is punctuated with brilliant threads of shining light as the missiles streak across the room toward the gruesome fiend. Roll$:
Jofram breathes heavily as the nightmarish form before him dissipates. Orin's eyes flicker toward the arrows enchanted with the sun's rays. Jofram nods agreement, eying the last remaining hulk.
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