Kelevan Nolorianoth's page

No need to redo mine.

Thanks, DM!

Ahh, thanks, that's precisely the memory bump I needed.

Kelevan glances around at his companions. "I believe that we found something belonging to this creature," he observes. "Would one of you happen to have brought them along?"

I don't feel like Kelevan would have, but maybe someone else can decide that their character brought 'em? :)

Kelevan reads through the notes twice, a thoughtful expression on his face.

DM, does Kelevan have any ideas as to how one might store another's memories in the creature's "fiendish essence"?

Explore the rest of the temple, of course!

Kelevan stows the gem away respectfully and studies the disembodied head for a moment before turning his attention to Mafisadi. "Well, Cousin, what do you think? Shall we release it on its word of honor to do us no harm?"

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Folio Reroll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Kelevan loosens his grip slightly as he listens to the creature's bargaining attempt and Teehax' impassioned response. Slowly he shakes his head, a faint smile on his lips. "It was unwise of Ilsandru to walk the Fael of Norvok, but it would be less wise to share secrets with one so recently counted 'foe'. And yet..." the elf trails off, the slight smile disappearing for a moment before returning as he continues, "Perhaps there is a way for you to gain the trust of those you have sought to harm..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Kelevan, seeing Mafisadi's brilliant plan, hurries over to assist!

CMB, Aid Mafisadi: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Probably provokes.

Kelevan throws a glob of acidic acid at the creature!

Ranged Touch (in melee): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 3 - 4 = 16
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Disarm the Door! (Trip the door? STEAL THE DOOR!!!): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Tanglevine?

Nothing here, unless you're one of those crazy DMs who run detect magic as detect invisibility... :P

Whoops, thanks. I neglected to check the map.

Kelevan continues to listen for the odd muttering, but decides he's better off attempting to disarm the last acolyte instead! Thorny vine time!

Disarm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

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Perform (oratory; cookie-making instructor): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Thanks for running, DM!

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Kelevan listens carefully, wondering if he'll be able to find the source of the muttering amidst the sounds of combat.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

If he can locate the muttering person, Kelevan casts grease beneath that person. If not, he summons a thorny vine to tangle itself around the leader's ankles (trip)!

Trip: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

The elf shakes his head sadly as he completes his examination. "I have no desire for such an object," he comments, taking a moment to wipe his hands slowly across the stone floor before straightening up from his kneeling position.

North door! (That's the one that's farthest from the locked chanting-door, right?)

Kelevan kneels beside the body and carefully, respectfully searches it, wondering if the killer left any items or information of interest on his handiwork.

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Kelevan nods slowly, fairly certain that the monkey-man's intuition is correct this time, but wondering if there's any more to the story. He slowly surveys the corpse, trying to determine how long ago the death happened as well as whether any other factors were involved.

Let's head to the patio!

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Kelevan shakes his head in silent bewilderment at the nature of the chanting, then motions south questioningly.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Kelevan stops to listen, then nods in agreement with the monk(ey)'s assessment. "Some inner voice warns me that it is likely not a meeting of the Chantmasters public speaking organization," he comments drily.

Consider yourself booped.

I'm sure nothing else has taken up residence there since the cleansing! I mean, who'd want to live in a dungeon, much less one with a name like that?

Kelevan nods in agreement, taking a few minutes to remove any dangerous implements from the room before the group departs. Kelevan will mage armor up before going in. Anyone else need a boop?

"We're just field agents, we have no actual authority to make promises like this..."

Kelevan was referring to the "time to act on the threat to the Jeweled Sages" as the "incident". I guess technically it'd be an event...

Kelevan watches the proceedings respectfully, nodding his understanding as the orc explains. Has such an oath ever been sworn between my kind and his?

The elf holds out one hand in quiet request for the blood-stained blade. Upon receiving it, he slowly wipes the remaining orcish blood onto his right forefinger. Handing the blade back to its owner, Kelevan reaches up with his left hand and takes hold of a small shock of white hair near the front of his head and begins to dye the small bundle in stripes with the orcish blood upon his finger. Finally, the elf's once-pristine white hair bears a small series of distinctly reddish-brown bands.

"We set no blade to our hair," he explains simply. Having completed the dyeing process, he intones solemnly, "I will do all within my power to fulfill this agreement."

Kelevan's eyes rove thoughtfully between the speakers add he considers the arguments being made. "It had been said," he begins slowly, in his elven fashion, "that the Grandmaster's price is often too high." Closing his eyes, he shakes his head slowly. "It does not seem so in this case, and yet..." The elf pauses again, and this time his eyes open to stare at the orc intently.

"There will be an additional requirement. If you agree on the Grandmaster's behalf, we will accept your word as his own, and it will bind him as though he has spoken the words himself. It is this: when that time comes, he will follow the orders of the commander designated at the time of the incident, to the best of his ability and in all good faith. What say you?"

Let's do it.

Kelevan shares a few more apt words with the young man, though he appears troubled as the group finally makes its way back to Obahar.

The elf subdues his mirth at Hansee's suggestion, stepping into the room and taking a moment to look around before remarking gently, "An empty room makes poor company for discussion. Perhaps we would serve better."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Yer kiddin' me...

Kelevan nods slowly. "Anything else you can tell us about this creature would be helpful. Where were you when you met it, and was there anything that particularly stood out to you about it?"

The elf raises one eyebrow slightly and allows a dry smile to touch his visage. "... apart from its promises of great power, that is."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Kelevan steps smoothly in front of his companions, one hand raised in the Elven gesture of goodwill. "Your pardon, friend," he offers quietly, "it seems we have fallen prey to faulty information. And yet..." He pauses as if in hesitation. "Is it possible, perhaps, that a friend of yours might have encountered such a thing and told you of it?"

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Kelevan moves quietly to the woman's bedside, standing over her with eyes closed as he listens intently to her ramblings. A few minutes later, he places one hand softly upon her sweaty brow and speaks a few words to her in the Elven tongue. "Sídh na cin, firen hén. Sídh."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Unfortunately, it appears the woman doesn't speak Elven...

Leaving tomorrow for a much-needed, long-overdue vacation. Will be back Monday.

Appraise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"Some of these items are as old as the reign of the Pharaoh of Forgotten Plagues." observes Kelevan with interest, adding wryly, "I cannot, unfortunately, recall the specifics of said plagues at the moment..."

1. Are caryatid columns cheaters?
2. What are their vulnerabilities?
3. What are their special attacks?
4. What are their special defenses?

Kelevan prepares to fling a bit more goo, but his newfound awareness of his allies' proximity to the enemy completely throws off his aim, and the acid flies harmlessly backwards to splatter against the wall behind him.

Ranged Touch (not a cheater, not a cheater): 1d20 + 3 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 4 - 4 = -3

Kelevan pauses to review the situation, then flings a tiny glob of acid at the statue-thing.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Acidy Splash!: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Interesting," remarks the elf, studying the fallen columns. "See here, and here? These runes would introduce a weakness into this system, and might even cause the magical control to be lost... as if you were to intentionally use poor-quality flour or leaven in your grandmother's cranberry walnut cookie recipe."

He proceeds to explain the meaning of this to the others, trying to make it understandable even for Hansee and Emmylou. Feel free to read the spoilers above.

Perform (oratory: cookie-making instructor): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Kelevan isn't sure exactly what the group is facing, but is fairly certain that a walking skeleton is likely some form of undead. Drawing, therefore, upon his experience with such creatures, he forms a glob of ether and flings it at the thing! Disrupt undead.

Fling (ranged touch, in melee): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 4 = 13
Disruption: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Kelevan nods in agreement with Mafisadi's assessment, cracking a momentary polite smile in response to the other's reference to the elven lifespan. "They are surely deserving of a final courtesy," he adds, as Mafisadi finishes.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"This appears to be Osiriani — Ancient, if I were to hazard a guess, as you humans are fond of saying." The elf cracks a slight smile, with a polite inclination of his head toward the humans in the group.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

The tall elf approaches the motley assortment of stones, his face thoughtful. Reaching down, he selects three of them and picks them up, handling them gingerly as he turns them over and over in front of him.

After a few such turns, he shakes his head slightly and speaks in a serious tone. "Dark magic was worked upon these stones; they were once bright and valuable. I do not believe the necromancy was successful; if so, that is fortunate for us."

I'm leaving for Europe tomorrow on a business trip; will be there for a little over a week. Should be able to post at least once a day, but likely on European hours.

A tall, slender elf turns from his examination of a nearby rosebush, one white eyebrow raised attentively. "Pardon me," he begins, gesturing questioningly with one hand toward the wine. "May I?"

Hi, all!

Kelevan is a big fan of green things (verdant bloodline), so playing with a leshy should be fun... :)

Elfy dot.

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Perform (oratory, cookie-making instructor): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Thanks for running, DM!

Kelevan raises his hand and chants ancient elven, willing the archer-turned-stabber to be still. Cast daze; DC 13 Will.

Another magical vine snakes out and threatens to entwine itself around the archer's bow!

Disarm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Kelevan summons another ethereal vine to pull the halfling's weapon from his hands!

Disarm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

HP: 10/16

Kelevan moves forward and conjures a vine to trip the last foe.

Trip: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

No.