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"Damn you, you little hellspawn! Take this!" Leven steps up next to Jack and reaches for the imp with a hand crackling with energy.
Leven looks around the room, disgusted at its contents. Killing was one thing, he was prepared to end another person's life if it meant saving his or someone else. Torture was the antithesis of what strength stood for. [i]This is horrible. Who would consign their soul to this kind of work.[i] As he glances around, his eyes set on the chairs. This whole day was making him weary. Maybe if he just sat down for a few minutes and got some rest. "Just gotta sit for a moment. I'm feeling awfully weak from that monster's bite. Let me rest for a bit before we continue searching." Leven chooses the second chair close to him, ever the thoughtful person, in case someone else needs to relax as well.
So, first, sorry about the not posting guys. I've had a really rough week. My dad has a brain disease and this week he had a major delusion and instance. Long story short, he's in the Hospital right now. But it's good because they can take care of some of his problems there that we couldn't address at home. I'm still here and will be back to posting normally.
[b]Well, let's get going."[b] Leven walks back the way they came in here, looking for the effect that the lever had.
"Gaaaahhhhhh!" Leven says in a sizzled tone. "To the abyss with that! Time to die, Sparky! Leven swings his staff with all the might he can muster.
This is taking us too long and I want that gold! Leven pulls the lever.
Leven checks around once more to see if anyone missed anything in this room.
"Maybe we should just pull it?"
Leven walks to the iron door and takes a look. checking to see if it's locked. Or if there is anything unusual about it.
As everyone traverses the new path, Leven focuses on the new possibility of danger. He keeps his eye out and glances to see if there's anything of import to note about the new set of cells the come across.
"This place is much bigger than I would have expected based on the size of the collapse we saw outside."
Shaking off the distracting thoughts that might get him killed, Leven joins the others where they are gathered. But a few feet (10 feet) away. A deceitful little burglar taught him that once.
Man, can't stop thinking about those curves. Or that neck. Those luscious lips...Man, why can't I focus right now. I really need to focus. But those eyes... His mind is buzzing around while the heroes traipsed around the dungeon. Leven moves back to the others follows Jack down the remaining passage.
Leven follows soon after Jack, still keeping his eyes open to the signs of danger.
"sure. I think you should go first, Jack"
Following the others he wonders why this had to be the part of the tower to survive. "Such a warm and welcoming place... At the apparent fork, he looks each way. Um, right or left? I vote left."
"I won't be running any foot races for a few days, but I should be okay. I'm just going to be a bit stiff and a little more vulnerable." Leven kicks the corpse of the Centipede that bit him again for good measure. Then raising his staff again, he peers around the room.
Leven shudders with pain from the poison and catches himself on Jack's shoulder. "Mphf! Sorry friend. Thanks for the help though."
After thinking twice, Leven pushes aside his fantasy of blasting the Giant Centipedes with his color spray. Instead he focuses his magical power through his staff (swift action to activate arcane pool; +1 enhancement on his staff) and swings it forcefully at the creature near him with both hands gripping it tightly.
He then steps back next to Jack, taking a simple 5-foot step (again, to G9).
"Ahh! Damned think bit me! Colorum Espes!" Leven takes a 5-foot step to G9 and blows multicolored dust from his hand, casting Color Spray (DC13 Will) which should catch both Centipedes in a 15-foot cone, but not Jack. He then thinks back to his studies and tries to remember if he's read anything about creatures like this.
"We can talk about Magic and Theory et all later. Let's just find out what's going on so we can buy a nice round of drinks when we get back." Leven climbs down through the hole. Waving his light-enhanced staff around he prepares for trouble in the form of little reptilian hellions.
Leven's eyes strain a bit as they adjust to the dark. He attempts to make the best of it and then thinks the better of it. He is just about to cast light when Jack does that very thing. "That's a very good idea! I was about to do that myself. Well, no reason not to do it anyway. Here we go!" Leven casts light on the end of his staff. He moves to the other trap door and opens it. He squats st the edge and lowers his staff down into the aperture, looking down for trouble. "Someone grab that stuff, will ya?"
"Hurry up and get up here if you want part of that 500 gold!" Leven calls down to the others. He turns and moves closer to the trap door. Wedging his staff under the timber he attempts to lever it off.
"I don't, but you should be able to easily walk up the ramp. It's rubble but it was pretty sturdy," he calls down to RAU. Having noticed the trap door and the timber upon it he thinks, I'll probably need some help with that, I'm strong but not that strong. "I found a door. It may be a way down but there's some debris across it. Come on up, everyone. We'll need to work together to get it cleared up."
Leven starts his way up the ramp, using his staff for added balance. He tries to keep alert of what is going on around him.
Leven watches the chaos around him unfold. The tower fallen, the ruined pile. The shocked crowd and the frightened deputies. He said nothing when they knocked on the Wizard's door. Well this will be interesting, I guess. When the Baroness propositions the party he just smiles. Turning toward the rubble and looking for a path through he says, "Where do we pick up the money once we have your information?"
"You know, I thought the pay for this job seemed a bit too good." Says Leven in grumpy tone. He wasn't too thrilled about the recent turn of events upon arriving in Belhaim. "But that might not do you any good, girl. I don't think they'll be letting just anyone in to see someone expected of treason." Leven runs a hand through his bushy auburn hair. He bunched it up in the back and then ties it with a thin leather thong. Famished from the trip he swigs some mead and bites into the bread. He looks to Talia and speaks. "Again, thank you for the meal and room. That is more than we could have asked for. I myself was just planning on finishing this trip and then looking for another job or perhaps somewhere to study. And I grew up in a town larger than this, but not too different, so no, I wasn't planning on staying specifically."
So, updated some background info in my profile. Also, I made a mistake and just fixed it. Leven's Diety is in fact Nethys.
I'll post some of that when i get home tonight.
Hey there!
Very cool and thanks for the selection! Let's have some fun! Headed to work right now but I'll be checking in multiple times a day.
Here's a Staff Magus I wrote up for submission. Think he's kinda cool and would be interested in trying out. |