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Chaos defeated. Balance restored.
Krakos will take 10 to auto-assist with Knowledge-Planes in the first round.
dice rolls: He is at +9 for Planes (+7, +2 for good hope) and +6 for Arcana or Spellcraft (+4, +2 for good hope).
Krakos will check the area thoroughly, including examining magical auras in the area. If the body of the creature is nearby, he will also examine it to make sure it had neither useful equipment, nor any sort of identifying sigils or markings which might provide additional information. rolls just in case:
Looking a bit puzzled at the burst of bolstering energy provided and then mostly removed, Krakos shurgs and continues to try to beat the chaotic beast into submission.
If the GM is ok with a bit of ret-con...
For balance.
Krakos looks towards Octaris.
Krakos sighs then recites with only a hint of earthen distaste.
Krakos sighs and sets the chair back where he found it before joining the others in entering the portal.
Krakos nods thoughtfully at Octaris' verbal lesson as he drags one of the chairs around the structure, sitting upon it at every opportunity enjoying the stable gravatic effect it offers. Ranginori is the air stilled by earth he says simply.
Krakos nods thoughtfully as he moves towards the next room.
Krakos stands, mace still extended for a few moments under the whirl of colors before dropping to his knees, a look of quiet awe on his craggy face.
He looks around for a moment as if just then remembering he is not alone.
He steps outside onto the ledge and screams into the whirling wind in Terran, exulting the supremacy of Ayrzul. He pauses, then sets the holy symbol of Ayrzul on one side of the doorway and a small pile of stones on the other before returning to the others. Apologies. What now? note for the GM: I set one of the sacred gems amongst the other stones
Surprise Round Action:
Djinn. Of course.
Krakos moves in and around the corner pausing for a long moment, enjoying the ability to NOT see open sky for a bit and meditatively running the dust and stones through his hands in a relaxed, rather than his normal frantic manner. Better he murmurs.
Krakos nods at the picture in recognition and continues in what is probably the longest speech he's given in weeks.
The oread takes in the chaotic cyclone and frowns. Maelstrom rift. Maybe breach.
Healing, yes. The dour oread nods in agreement.
spellcraft:
He is casting acid splash on himself As he does so, the wounds he sustained in the crash seem to fade as an acrid scent emanates from him, sharp to the nose.
Krakos nods encouragingly, not trusting is normally dour earthen nature to be as helpful as the very honest thoughts he continues to project. Want to help/repair wind then fly far far away
Krakos frowns in concentration.
Krakos focus own his own turbulent emotions, hoping that the fire which does not burn will help him communicate back. worry/helpfulness/curiosity/want home/strangeness yes
Krakos moves up to secure the food and water.
Krakos falls towards the seemingly solid structure and then tries to focus his mind on reversing his direction before he pancakes himself.
Krakos glances at the pebble island, wondering what the strange creature is trying to communicate.
He glances at the rest of his companions and the missing equipment, trying to figure out if there's anything that is not being retrieved yet. If not, he will try to orient himself towards to pebble island, otherwise he'll try to drop towards whatever isn't being retrieved. Rocks are down.
The taciturn oread reigns in his emotions with effort and focuses on the astrolabe being drug away by the weird.
I hate this Ayrzul-blighted place! he thinks to himself as the plane of air continues to spin around him.
Monster Questions: DR/Resistances/Special Attacks/SLAs/Movement Speed
Krakos takes one look into the endless expanse, then another down at the flimsy bit of solidity beneath him.
Definitely, NOT jolly he mutters to himself as he ties down.
Makes me visualize a rope linking airships and someone just corkscrewing around the rope as they cross it due to subjective gravity and the rope always being down... :)
Krakos looks back and forth between the tiny vessel and his traveling companions and then out over the vast emptiness of the plane of air.
As the airship progresses away from the floating city, Krakos looks around with some trepidation until he digs some bits of earth and rock from a belt pouch and rubs a bit of it through his hands in a calming manner. As they travel, he establishes several small caches of bits of dirt and small stones in out-of-the-way places where he won't be in the crew's way, but will have some vantage of the endless vistas of the plane. @ GM:
Krakos grunts, smiles, and nods in what he hopes is a positive manner.
We seek to understand about an imbalance which may be affecting the winds here in the Heart of All Wind... Krakos begins, before moving into the technical details in short concise details.
Concur on the "no worries" sentiment (and the congrats, of course) :)
Krakos sighs and says sourly with the disgust of smelling ten-thousand miles of sewer in his voice Gnomes
Sorry about that!
As they travel Krakos continues to say little, taking comfort with his small supply of dust and stones that he continually handles and sometimes sets down part of, as if trying to ensure that he'll have some stability upon his return to this alien plane.
Krakos will take the time before they go to acquire a bit more dirt and rocks in the marketplace so that he can create a slightly more familiar environment around him as he travels through the home of the element furthest from his elemental home environs. As part of this, he'll try to pick up a few rocks suitable for use with his magic stone SLA. While acquiring stones and dust, Krakos will also spend 2 gp on a pair of wooden holy symbols of Ayrzul as insurance against sunders or other misfortunes.
The stoic oread nods with a rumbling grunt before looking back at Ashasar. Anything else we should know?
Krakos, a solidly-built oread nods slowly. When he speaks it is with a calm and quiet rumble. He looks down at the floor of the inn, as if for reassurance as he quietly finger a handful of stones and dirt somewhat fretfully - the touch of the bits of earth seemingly comforting to him. Balance is important. Has an airship already been secured?
Confirming: handout received.
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