Lasair draws the sword at her hip a flicker of silver flame passing over the length of the blade as it clears the scabbard.
Lunging forward she strikes as the spectre.
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Reeling from the viscious slash, Lasair steps back giving herself room as her voice bulids in a lilting chant, her body taking on a corona of light before unleashing a brilliant beam at the vile spirit.
Lasair moves to the wall as well, her smoky eyes studying the carvings and symbols hungrily. Knowledge Religion
Lasair smiles at Tika's questions, telling og her being guided to the outpost, the battle against the attackers and culmination in the indication of the need to join the group.
As Lyria and Atrival turn to Lasair she steps forward, taking in the group's resolve in the midst of their suffering. "It would be an honor and my duty to aid you,"she says solemnly, her voice carrying a lilting almost musical tone. Her next words however seem to possess an eerie echo, a finality that seems to make the very air shudder. "The one you have lost, he is very dear to the Sacred Flame. She will keep his soul fire burning until he walks amongst you again. I am honored to help you in your quest to restore him. I am Lasair"
Hey all, having a difficult time finding n entry point here. So far it seems no one has even noticed Lasair's presence.
Lasair stood in the background, barely noticed. She knew that her path lay with these people, at least for a time, yet they were all still caught up with grief for their fallen friend. So she listened in silence.
Lasair stands back for a moment, watching as the companions explode into action with all the fluidity of a group used to facing death at each others side. Absently she guestures at one of the oncoming undead, chanting in Ignan as a shimmering scimitar of golden light materializes to slash at it.
Lasair notices the newcomers leaving, a definite look of seasoned warriors to them. At the same time, every candle and lantern flame flickered, dancing as if blown by an unseen wind......towards the door....regardless of where they stood in the room. "Not very subtle are you?" she mutters, grinning ruefully to herself. As she walks out the door she sees the cleric being assaulted and hastens to come to his aid.
A strikingly beautiful flame-haired woman stands as he hefts a basket filled with broken glass off the floor. As she walks the debris over to the bar, she shakes her head, stopping to give the inn keeper a comforting pat on the shoulder as she sets it down. Dressed as she is a long flowing dress with a bodice of tooled leather, sleeveles with straps loosely hanging about alabaster shoulders, she is clearly not a barhand, a fact reinforced by the longsword belted across her hips.
Will post when I get home tonight.
Nice, even the visual oof being engulfed by a sphere of acid is pretty hard core.
That works, for me its a Mystery spell so not much I can change about it. Carpet bombing with Fireball can be good, also allows to cover a pretty goood area. Besides, making 2 saves for half damage, even on a good day that can kill you.
Hp rolls Max level 1
I hereby present Lasair |