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Seeing the hammer that Elvombor has drawn, Liriel gives him an encouraging smile. "I'll see what I can do with your weapon in a moment, but first lets give you some protection against what it's going to try to do." She touchs his armor, casting an Armor Enhancement infusion to give his armor the property of Electrical Resistance 20.
Just in case you need an init roll for me
"Especially since they've gone to all the trouble of bringing their own defeat with them. Time for some skeet shooting! Let's get on the combat deck, I know the way!" As her opening move, Liriel is going to wait until the Harpies carrying barrels come into range and then lob a fireball into their ranks.
"Liriel Opaline, pleased to meet you." She takes the hand and shakes it vigorously. "You'd better learn to be light and fast on those twinkle toes if you're going to last under Liam." "Tell you what, Carenden. Get something to eat... get us both something to eat. And make it a good meal, we're going to be here awhile." Liriel starts unpacking her tools and sets them to order.
"Liriel Opaline, pleased to meet you." She takes the hand and shakes it vigorously. "You'd better learn to be light and fast on those twinkle toes if you're going to last under Liam."
First place that Liriel goes to is the engine room to refamilliarise herself with the engine and the repairs she made last time she was here.
Sorcery huh? Must be real handy not having to clunk around a spellbook! I'm Liriel Opaline, "Liriel" or "Opal" to my friends. Formerly Engineer First Standing on Ceran's Folly. I hear it's been raining burnt gargoyles lately." Liriel takes her hand and shakes it with great enthuisasm.
Taking over a secluded table nook, Liriel starts laying out the copies she made of the maps she found at Margrave. "This basically is the area we're going to practise some treasure hunting in. What I need for you to do is to take us there and if possible pick us back up in a week. I don't need you take us all the way back to Sharn, dropping us off at a lightning rail station would do nicely. And I'll look over your engines on the way up. Besides from the way things look, I'd warrantyou weren't planning on laying over in town that long anyway."
Liriel winces from her wounds but collects herself again. "More bad luck at the gambling tables, Liam? You really should be more selective about whom you put yourself in debt to. Perhaps one might take this as a sign from the Gods to make an early departure from town once we've worked out where you're going to take us then?"
will hold her next action depending how things further unfold.
If the gargoyles are still aloft, Liriel switches out her current wand for a ruby red one. If they're grounded, she'll move to a spot where she can catch two or more enemies in a line and use the lightning bolt wand instead. (dice are the same though) "Hey you overgrown, overly mobile excuses for stone statues! You look way to chilled out for my tastes!"
Yes.
"When you go crying to your cleric, or your god, remember that it was your choice that put yourself there." She pulls out her wand and fires (automatic unless she rolls a 1) UMD roll Magic missle attack
"Shush Lyre. It doesn't matter what his problem is we were here first!" "Hey Longears! Liam is with us. You've got your two buddies, and Liam has all of us. Settle your beef another time or face some really expensive consequences." She calls out as she puts her hand visibly on her wand.
"You know Liam, today is your lucky day. As it so happens, me and my fellows are planning a bit of an archeological expedition. In exchange for a bit of transportational assistance, I'll call it square between us and take a look at what abuse you've done to my engineworks."
Liriel returns Liam's greeting with her customary twinkle in her eye. "Been berthed here for awhile ever since Ceran ran out of dodges and his debts finally caught up to him and the courts seized his ship. So, I've got new companions now. We were doing some research at Margrave when I saw that flying accident you call a ship come in. And where have you been these days.? Keeping better distance from dragons I hope."
"Come along fellows, quit dragging your feet!"
"The Leaping Sphinx! Check your books now students. Our ride has arrived." Liriel starts in a mad dash off to the docking spire.
"That would have it's own problems, it'd raise up more questions about why anyone in their right minds would be entertaining thoughts of going to that area. I think we have what we need to start, we've got location, maps, lets just get supplies and go!"
"Great!. It looks like all we need to do is get the best map we need of the area, pack up our bags and buy ourselves tickets to the nearest lightning rail stop."
"Well, there are a bunch of maps and logs and stuff. We should probably go over as much of them as we can, particurlarly the records of the last battle recorded here to see if we have a likely suspect. Either the Egg we seek was left on the Field, or it was taken off by either a survivor or a later looter."
"My good lady elf," Liriel replies. "We wish to research an area of the Mournland known as the Field of Ruins. Particurlarly what history there might be of the last battle fought there."
One might wish to get to the University before fall sets in. :)
A family of gnomes, witnesses to the violence, scurry past you without looking you in the face. Nearby a bugbear mercenary leans against a wall and drinks from a heavy flagon. "Just another day in Sharn." He mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in amusement. Liriel corrects him. "Actually from this height it's more like another day on top of Sharn." "Thank you Lyre I'm quite fit now."
"Just one injury which could use a modicum of attention."
"Just one injury which could use a modicum of attention."
Liriel allows herself a wicked smile as she sees her bolt strike home and the effectiveness of the mages lightning strike. Her smile grows broader at the ineffectiveness of the minion's retaliatory strike. "A word of advice." she offers. "Basically.... run." On her turn she will use her move action to load a crossbow bolt. She will ready an action to fire at a free target at whoever decides to ignore her advice.
"Enough. This Ends Now." Liriel pulls up her crossbow and fires.
"Glowing sword. Nice touch. Ouch!" Liriel yipes as the sword nicks her. "One should always give proper returns for what one receives. And three more magic missles zap the monk.
Lets not fall off the bridge then. :)
"Prepare? a craftsman from Zilargo is always prepared." The gnome replies. She steps backward as she pulls out a wand and aims it at the monk. 'You're not going to harm my friends."
Wand of Magic Missle
While we're waiting here's a piece of artwork from the folks at wizards. The second page of the guide has a view of the university.
Know of him? If it wasn't for his family, we wouldn't be graced with the company of Smiley here." Liriel pipes in, pointing to Harbinger. Word is he's one of the top figures of the family, perhaps aiming to be the top figure. It's said that he has a shop here in Sharn, but considering that he might up to the rather illegal buisness of making more warforged, it's probably not wise to inquire too closely about his activities. But ooh that would be something to see."
"Very well" Lyre responds to the suggestion "Tell me though what do yo two intend to do with the egg when we retrieve it?" "We've already accepted his money. As I see it we have two choices, barring unforseen developments. We either fulfill our contract or we flee to distant reaches of Khorvaire, never to show our faces in Sharn or any of the other places where he'd send bounty hunters after our worthless hides. Whether he deserves the Egg or not is irrelevant. By taking his money we've already signed up for the job. And who knows what we might pick up along the way?"
"I've spent some time here. But now that we have some funds it hardly matters. Once you know where you want to go, then it's just a matter of a bit of coin to hire a skycoach to take you there." She holds out a few coins from her advance and clinks them together. "And now that we've got some coin, I suggest our first stop to be the library at Margrave University, where we can do some tracing of a map of the Field of Ruins. Then settle any affairs, secure lodgings for the night and get ready to secure rail passage in the morning. The maps there should give us a clue which rail station we should purchase tickets for."
Midas waves a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes, all I am interested in is the Egg, anything else you discover on your journey is yours to keep." Liriel rolls her eyes and barely restrains herself from the sarcastic response that should follow. "Perhaps we should remove ourselves elsewhere and start planning the details of our trip? Perhaps we can go by lightning rail to a stop close to a chosen point of entry and secure mounts there?"
"I'd like to look over the accumulated lore and research that you've collected on the item if any. A professional arcanist might spot something that others would miss."
"The corpse of Cyre?" Liriel asked. "That's a big chunk of real estate, dead, poisoned, real estate. Outside of legend and myth, and the occaisional mutterings of a raving lunatic or three, do you have anything to narrow down the area we would be searching?"
Good to go
Unless someone has a weapon they want Quayne to have created, he'll currently not have Craft Magic Arms and Armor until next level. Of course any party with Liriel in it has that covered. :)
I have no issues with this configuration.
a passage from a book Review of "The Logs of Ceran's Folly" character review section. One of the more notable minor characters, Liriel Opaline, native of the gnome nation of Zilargo, she was apprenticed to Xorius Canatar, a master artificer affiliated with House Cannith. When the publicly known creation forges of Sharn were closed by treaty, the resulting cutbacks left Liriel on her own as an independent adventurer.
....making the character that is.
Windship engineer, well somewhat between jobs at the moment, checking in. "We're traveling a mile and a half off of the ground, moving faster than the wind. this levitational is a precision instrument. Should I be one bit off in this adjustment, we're going to probably fall to our deaths. This requires the most precise adjustment with no margin for error!" WHAM! -From "The Log of "Ceran's Folly", available at trendy bookstores throughout Khorvaire.
I think I'm done.
This is Liriel Opaline. I'm still updating her from first level but she's mostly done.
From your posts in the Midnight OOC thread, it looks like you're straining to run even that game as it is now. Last thing you need is a bunch of newbies to that thread, at least until you get stabilised a bit. Best of luck. Liriel.
It was fun while it lasted. Reiquescat in peace.
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