Lem moves quietly with his allies.
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"Channel the heroes! Go all demigodling on them!" pipes in Lem, looking with interest at the vases Tiger discovered.
Lem doesn't appreciate the proximity of the red naiad and Steps to amend the situation, before sending a spine of coral spinning from the seabed at the warrior.
Lem takes the gift of magic and moves to get a clearer shot. He fires his bow in the water again, while preparing yet another spell to assail Red's mind.
Lem opts to both strike at the menacing creature's mind and it's body. He casts Fear and then tries to fire a shot with his bow.
Lem tries to keep the friendly wolf in between him and the enemy as he casts a quick spell and launches debris from the floor.
Lem similarly casts Haste on Loong Laohu, then prepares for the naiads' approach with some battle music, drumming on his stomach in the absence of air to flute.
Lem watches the exchange quietly, taking notes for the Chronicles as the others engage with this aquatic informer.
Lem toots angrily on the flute. "Hey! This is custom-made!" he squawks indignantly
Lem gives a salute with his flute.
Lem nods in gratitude for Dorrance for saving him the second time. He too cheers on the crew, singing work songs to coordinate and motivate.
Lem looks up at the sky groaning for a moment. He brings his flute to his lips and plays a jaunty tune to get his own spirits up - and keep his allies spirits up as well.
sorry friends, got it posted now that we're done holiday traveling!
Lem rocks with the boat like he was born afloat, stepping away and hurling debris at his attacker.
Lem falls prone, which is quite a bit further from the rigging than it would have been from the deck.
He struggles to his feet, switching over to a simpler tune and firing one more arrow.
Yeah alright I'll take Sniper Lem out for a spin (this is my sign that my rolls will plummet next round)
Lem rocks uncomfortably in the rigging as the tentacle rocks the ship.
As much as he is not interested in getting into the fray, he's more than happy to fire some pot-shots as he rallies the troops on deck.
Lem grimaces as he sways with the ship. When something that big is under the boat, the rigging suddenly doesn't feel like such a wise place to be - not that the decks feel any safer.
Lem sits with some of the sailors in an out-of-the-way section of rigging about 15 feet off the deck and idly improvises on his flute in order to perfect the ruse. While his fingers flute, his eyes scan the waters.
Lem has been sitting quietly, missing introductions entirely as his mouth was stuffed with bread and olives, but the irascible halfling assumes that his reputation precedes him and doesn't bother to make his own greetings. He's been taking careful notes and nods appreciatively at everyone's questions, especially Maladistra's probing into the potential interspecies relations. |