Livain wasn't sure what to think on the news of her friends. She cleared her mind and tried her best to come up with all possibilities as to where they could be. Are they dead? Are they alive? Did someone kidnap them? Her heart began to swirl with panic and her mind was flooded with negative thoughts. "We have to go find them!" She couldn't help but feel hopeful that they might have lived. She touches Maiathreen's arm and spoke with urgency "Mi amor. We have to find them before they fall into the wrong hands. If we start looking now we may have a chance at locating them"
As quickly as it injured itself, it removed its claws from its arm and the wound started to close rapidly. Soon only the blood on its scales indicated that it had been injured at all. The blood though appeared to be darker than normal in the firelight, bearing a disturbingly similar appearance to harpy queen's.
As Livain's hand gently settles on its scales it looks down where she placed it and when it looked back at her it's easy to see it is unsure, confused as to how to respond. At her questions it answers simply once more. "I am Nothing... I have none. The Master call me things... But I do not know..." Its brow was furrowed as it tried to think and when it spoke it said two words in broken common. "Chia... Mera..."
At Livain's other words it shook its head before reaching out with its own claws to hold them on either side of her face. For its strength and size it was surprisingly gentle as it peered directly at her. "You are complete. Liv...ain and Mai..theen. Survivors and complete, not held in city of steam or by the Master." It had difficulty saying your names, its speech was more like that of a child's. It withdraws its hands, cloaking them back beneatj its wing cloak as it tilted its head. Much like a dog would when it didn't understand something. "Did Man own you?"
Livain peered deep into the creatures eyes and realized that she was in the presence of a fellow tortured soul. The words "Did man own you?" echoed through space and time sifting memories like wheat. The horrible things her master did for his own indulgence were too sinister to speak aloud. With a fragile voice she uttered in response, "Yes. I was no more than a tool at my master's disposal. I too believed I was nothing. You are not just "nothing". Her voice began to grow strength. "To me you are someone and you saved us. You are our hero, and our friend."
Silence fell on Livain temporarily as the words spoken by the creature slowly sunk into her bruised and foggy mind. For a moment she was swept away by the mesmerizing dance of the flames. So gracefully they danced and so treacherous the images they evoked of dreaded days long gone. The sting of anguish blushed across her heart as she watched the creature wallow in it's own reminiscence . The sight of the self inflicted wounds made Livain abandon all focus on her own physical discomfort; shifting her attention over to the creature. She extended a comforting hand, taking caution to land her palm as gently as she could to it's flesh. "I am so sorry for all the pain you endured. I can honestly say that I am sympathetic to your plight." She clears her throat and takes a deep breath, "what is your name? Mine is Livain and he is Maiathreen."
Livain gestures to her husband lovingly and smiles warmly. Even in her pummeled state she wanted desperately to see the creature smile. She let out a rough chuckle, "we must look like a pair of scabs with wings, but I promise that under the bruises and chunks missing we look a lot like you." She was in a jesting spirit regardless the situation. Was it delirium of a cheerful nature? Livain believed it was perhaps both. Her concentration wandered about awkwardly like a drunkard in an alley. What happened to the rest of our party?
Once the wing from the creature unfolded, Livain stood and stumbled around a moment. She stood with the graceless and unbalanced sway of a tree caught in a storm. Trembling violently from the pain, Livain struggled to focus her eyes. Seeing Maiathreen's face helped calm the unrelenting waves of shivering. She smiled weakly at her beloved and reached a hand to his arm. Seeing him stand protectively over her made her feel comforted. Livain turned her face at the creature and bowed as best as her battered body could.
"Thank you for saving us, I am not sure we ever met but I am grateful. Forgive me, my mind is so..."
Livain clutches her head in agony, "Your voice is so familiar."
She struck with the rage of a thousand hornets. Cursing her victim to bare the weight of her wrath. The cruelty of her inner dragon couldn't help but manifest in a vicious smile.
Livain ignores the taunts of the figure and narrows her eyes at him. She releases two arrows in quick succession; one going wide and the other set to pierce either an illusion or the true creature. Whichever it was, her arrows never discriminate.
Initiative:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 cast gravity bow from wand and use arcane pool +1
Power groans through he air as Livain uses her wand to strengthen Dreskel's Bane and then concentrates her innate gifts strengthen the bow even further.
Livain quickly pulls up her bow casting a quick spell poor groans through the air as the power her arrows can deliver is increased. She releases an arrow that slams into the body of one of the ghouls staggering it with the added magical weight of the arrow.
"What could have caused them to just die like this?" She says her voice nearly a whisper as thinks about her friend and mentor Bharrog Blackforge that rough dwarf would never lay down and just die.
Livain switches targets aiming for the sword wielding statue this time a quick incantation improving the strength and accuracy of her bow. Nocking two of her dragon bone arrows she releases them in quick succession. Both shots meet with the statues left knee shattering it and causing the whole thing to collapse and shatter.
Round , Init , ' AC 20, HP 36/36 Arcane Pool: 6/6 Magus (Eldritch Archer) Spells Prepared (CL 4th; concentration +8)
2nd—force anchor, scorching ray
1st—color spray (DC 15), gravity bow[APG], ray of enfeeblement (DC 15), snowball (DC 15)
0 (at will)—detect magic, light, ray of frost, read magic
fra: cast gravity bow and full attack
1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 - 2 + 2 = 12and miss
Livain casts a spell and a groaning sound fills the air for a moment as light shimmers along Dresskel's bane and she draws back with an arrow sending it towards one of the statues only to have it glance of harmlessly.
Maiathreen fixes his eyes on the open flames, his body seemingly absorbing the heat and storing it. He lifts one hand, shifting his eyes to his palm while flames flicker across it only to be extinguish with the closing of his hand. What did you do to me? He thinks as he glances down at the bladeless hilt, still in its scabbard.
His eyes flicker across both newcomers halting longer on the harpy wondering what her game is and when she's to reveal her hand. A warmth settles along his arm at this thought and he has to shake it before flames begin to form along it. He still has much to learn about this new "gift"
He feels the sensation of talons flexing in his shoulders almost as a reminder but this feeling dissipates as he feels a cold hand caress his shoulder and neck. He tilts his head and feels those fingers glide up to his face and into his hair. "Sia Itov." He says as he turns around to see the face of Livain; the only one capable of soothing his spirit. "What's happening? I still feel the fire inside begging for release." He whispers, his voice showing the hints of fear he dares not share with their comrades and friends.
She stands silently contemplating what to say. She stares at his face for a moment then looks at his hand. For the first time she didn't know what to say to comfort him. She too is confused about his new gift. The scent of scorched flesh, smoke and earth filled her nostrils while the crackle of the flames lulled her into almost a soothing trance. In a way standing next to him in front of burning bodies was oddly and surprisingly relaxing. She simply leans against his arm and wraps a wing around him while lacing her hand into his. "Everything will be alright. You did roast the miserable pigeon after all. That miserable chicken had it coming." She says with a small chuckle.
I'm still playing around with this class some a cool realization is that I can mostly ignore the normal archery feats and focus on my spells since spell strike works much like rapid shot then add in spells and manyshot's not needed so much either. I'm thinking craft arms and weapons along with something at 5th not sure what, but eldritch archer seems pretty cool so far.
Round 3, Init Party AC 20, HP 36/19 Arcane Pool: 4/6 Spells: arrow eruption, scorching ray, color spray, gravity bow, ray of enfeeblement, snowball, read magic,detect magic, ray of frost, light
Concentration:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 Ray of Enervation:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Ray of Enervation:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Ray of Enervation:1d6 ⇒ 2Not sure if it's +2 or 3
Livain blinks at the audacity that the feathered wretch had taken her bow. "Go back to playing with your bells and mirrors!" She says as she lashes out with a closed fist casting a strength sapping spell as she does so. With a quick flutter she clears the path drawing her dragonbone sword, signaling Maiathreen to burn the bird again.
5ft step
Standard: Ray of Enervation
Move: Draw sword
Round 3, Init Party AC 20, HP 36/36 Arcane Pool: 4/6 Spells: arrow eruption, scorching ray, color spray, gravity bow, ray of enfeeblement, snowball, read magic,detect magic, ray of frost, light
Livain blinks in disbelief after all the years she had been with her beloved. She had never seen anything like she had just witnessed. For a moment she noticed nothing else. Since when could he do this? She thinks, apparently I still have a lot to learn about him. She watches wide eyed while Maiathreen blasts the energy from his body. Perhaps after he roasts the bird we can all eat something... A deep painful growl echoes from her empty stomach. A hateful smile unfurls from her lips as she watches the harpy.
She nocks two more arrows draws them back and quickly releases them. One leaving a glittering trail of frost as it cuts through the air. "I will devour you" The dragon within was stepping forward and her prey driven nature began to emerge.
Round 2, Init Party, ' AC 20, HP 36/36 Arcane Pool: 6/6 Spells: arrow eruption, scorching ray, color spray, gravity bow, ray of enfeeblement, snowball, read magic, detect magic, ray of frost, light
Livain casts a quick spell causing ice to form along the edges of her arrow. Small crystals begin to grow encasing the arrow tip in frost. She whispers a word as soft as a breath and releases an arrow quickly soon to be followed by another; both of which lodge deep into the harpy she'd already damaged.
Livain's eyes seem to glow with an inner light as the falling snow begins to shift away leaving a tunnel of empty air straight towards the bear. "Wallace have you ever tried to catch a bucketful of water with nothing but a cup without getting wet? That's what this is like I have to catch each individual falling piece of snow. So would you kindly shut up and let me concentrate." She snaps he strain of moving so much snow causing her white dragon blood to push forward.
Living finishes handing out all her new weapons and armor "Here Wallace I know you prefer to stay out of combat but I can't leave you with such a shoddy human weapon." She says with a grin as she hands him a new morningstar fashioned of steel and dragon bone the head of the mace was shaped like a dragons head its horns and spikes formed of real dragon horn. She then turns to Rhavenna "I know you've got your own weapons already but, I couldn't help myself. This new bow will shoot farther than your old one and this lance using your original one as the template I was able to work a portion of the skull in as the shield.
The lance has scrimshaw of the battle etched into the bone detailing Rhavenna's charge. It's blade is made of the razor sharp bones located at the end of dresskal's tail, the shield which Bharrog helped set was formed from a portion of his skull allowing the horns to be shown making a fearsome weapon indeed. The bow had a stock of hardened steel and the the risers were bone giving the weapon a beautiful sculpted look.
Going to Maiathreen she unveils the armor she had been working on its weight was almost nonexistent and fit his style of combat perfectly and wouldn't hinder his spells or fighting at all. The scales were pure white which took on a reddish hue when set off from Maiathreen's own red scales. She the pulls out a single edged dagger with a folded steel core with the dragon bone forming the cutting edge. "Wear this armor to keep you safe my love for if your injured I am injured ten fold. " She tells him before wrapping her arms around his form and kissing him.
For herself she formed a thin but strong longsword with a sculpted hilt to look like a dragon's head, her own bow had a guard with small spines sticking up over the hand forming the arrow rest and delicate elvish script detailing the bows name Dresskal's Bane.
Livain grows cold seeing the man comes great towards them. Her demeanor shifts and once again the dragons become more prominent. Her eyes narrow pupils contracting into thin lines. She could care less what god this man proclaims to follow he threatened her friends and family no one touches a dragons treasure.
She pulls her bow up arrow knocked and ready as she quickly intones a spell. With cold efficiency she releases the arrow feeling the feathers pass through her fingertips not a hint of mercy in her heart.
Livain passes her time studying the hide and bones of the slain dragon. She focused on the texture of the skin along with testing the strength of the bones. She wanted to make sure that the quality of the hide was not compromised due to the poor health before dying. Once she examined the material she planned on utilizing, she began the task of creating sketches. She intricately formed figures on parchment with quill and dark green ink. Each stroke gave life to the designs she planned to create. From the ink emerged images of armor, weapons, boots and even bracers. She carefully calculated the measurements and even the curvature of each piece. Once the muse took hold of her, she was possessed with the spirit of creativity and invention. Her eyes barely blinked and her hands moved wildly as she drew. Becoming immersed in her work, she barely took time away from it. It was something that she could focus on. On occasion while working, her mind wandered. Thoughts of Maiathreen, Bharrog and whether or not she was considered a cannibal for eating dragon meat all rose to the surface of her mind like bubbles in a cauldron. While designing Maiathreen's items, she couldn't help but lovingly linger on his armor sketches by adding countless details to accommodate his wings. She wanted to make him proud.
When asked what she was planning on creating by Wallace she responds with a smile and a glimmer of excitement dances across her eyes. She pulls out her sketches and hands them to him pointing at each diagram to explain. "I am hoping to create a dagger for each member in the group, several bone tipped arrows..." She carefully reaches over and flips the page for him "And I'm thinking some breastplates, greaves and pauldrons. I want to make the best armor I can for everyone." She lets out small laugh, "thankfully I have Bharrog as a teacher. Grouchy fellow but a great teacher nonetheless! Is there any specific request you would like to make? Is there something in particular you would like me to create? A weapon perhaps?"
Witnessing the smokey specter, she shook her head as if she had just woke from a dream. The scene was so surreal. There was something haunting and curious about the apparition. She steps a bit closer to Maiathreen and whispers, "what in the world was that about?" She reaches out her hand and takes hold of Maiathreen. She still felt shaken by the horrible dream.
So since their aren't any particular weapons being chosen. I'm thinking a dagger for each of us commemorating the death of Dresskel, as many arrow heads as I can make cause dragon bone arrows...how cool is that?!?!? And last but not least armor for each of us except the angry red scaly one but only because he can't wear armor but I'll try to make him something anyway.
Maiathreen's discovery of the electrum coin mystified her, leaving many questions. "Why would a coin like that be here?" She places a hand on his arm and leans her head back onto his shoulder as she looks at the coin. Something felt odd about it. Feeling his wings envelope her was comforting, like a warm cloak on a cold day. Although she was a seasoned warrior, some things still rattled her heart. As long as Miathreen was beside her, she could still take on the world. She studied the round metal disk on the table. She could feel a faint aura on it and this made her even more puzzled. Why would a coin have an aura? What was this used for?
later on
After witnessing that brutal display of cruelty on the prisoners, it was refreshing to hear the dwarf speak. Something about him made her feel more at ease, almost forgetting the harrowing nature of their journey, but the faces of those victims could not be shaken. In her mind she has collected a field of them, faces twisted in pain with empty eyes blooming all around. That field in her mind seemed to grow bigger and the blooms never lessen. Now the faces of the eviscerated man and the two Tengu children have joined the field to rest. At Least in her thoughts she will always give the fallen a place to rest and find peace, refusing to let them become angry wandering shades. Her mind was like a cemetery she visited often, tending each grave with the tenderness of a lost loved one. She herself was once a victim to experimentation. Livain tried her best to focus on the here and now, but focus is fickle like the moon. She dispels the dark images from her mind by looking at the grouchy dwarf. She shakes her head smiling and gently bumps him with her wing, "Thank you." Good friends are hard to find in the world. She always wanted to make sure to let the special people in her life know that they mattered. "So what do you plan on doing with the hide? I am eager to learn how to work with dragon for crafting weapons." Livain always loved to learn new things. Learning always helped keep her busy and her mind from wandering back into the past.
Livain seeing Maiathreen move into combat follows behind him but stops just short of the hobgoblin ranks. She quickly rattles off the final words of a spell and a riot of colors and shapes explode from her outstretched hand engulfing the gobgoblin shield wall.
Livain glances down at Hawk to notice him signaling both herself and Maiathreen. Seeing the wall of hobgoblins she smiles to herself as a plan comes to mind and with that she drops to a lower altitude firing off an arrow as she does just to keep them preoccupied.
Gettin 50ft closer and firing an arrow attempting to get in close enough to cast color spray.
Livain gasps as she sees Maiathreen almost get bit in half the teeth just catching air and a bit of cloth. Even so she continues to release a barrage of arrows this time managing two sink two arrows halfway to the fletchings in Dresskel's hide. "Rhavenna calm yourself!!" She calls out as she sees the normally unshakable warrior turn tail and run.
Trying to ignore the horrific changes brought to Rhavenna by Wallace's magic Livain continues to send arrows streaking towards Dresskel now added by Yalanda's magic.
Round , Init , ' AC 19, HP 17/17 Arcane Pool: 1/5 Spells: color spray, read magic, detect magic, ray of frost, light
Buffs: shield, inspire courage, arcane accuracy
"At your service!"
She gives a nod at Wallace then winks at her husband with a small smile.
"Let me help you get that bed roll you wanted mi amor."
She steadies herself and locks eyes on the dragon. She nocks an arrow to her bow and swiftly draws back. With the images of those slain children in her mind she releases an arrow with a promise of revenge. As quickly as one was released another was nocked then fired right after. She continued to do this each time more furiously than the last. The color in her eyes gave way to the black and her once kind demeanor shifted into something primal and predatory. It was the look of an angry mother out for blood. Every time an arrow released her lips curled into a vicious smile. The white dragon in her was present and she did not hold it back anymore.
Livain drops from her perch and uses her wings to gently glide to the ground. Upon landing she fires her bow and smiles as the remaining goblin receives another present.
...so I was looking at the new Incendiary Arrows...and I was wondering what happens if i shot one of those a someone and then fired a raining arrow at them that happened to be filled with oil instead of holy water or raining arrow with a small amount of alchemical fire....Also Wallace you need to work with me and we need to make some alchemical arrows. I love the new version of the splintercloud arrows.
After watching the hobgoblins charge finds herself very happy to be up in the trees at the moment. She sends two arrows towards the brute and lets out a curse as the first meets with his armored shoulder and snaps away but the second finds a fleshy place to stay.
Round 3, Init 25, ' AC 23, HP 17/9 Arcane Pool: 3/5 Spells: color spray, read magic, detect magic, ray of frost, light
Buffs: Shield, Arcane Pool, Inspire Courage
Her once soft full lips curled up into a vicious snarl. As she rips out the arrow from her body and casts it aside. Blood soaks her side. Seeing Maiathreen finish off the gobgoblin that wounded her she turns her attention to their leader. She quickly casts her own shielding spell as an arrow leaves her bow streaking through the air slamming into the shoulder of their leader. She gives him a mock salute as it strikes him.
Round 2, Init 25, Altitude In Tree' AC 19, HP 17/17
Arcane Pool: 3/5
Spells: color spray, shield, read magic, detect magic, ray of frost, light
Buffs: Gravity Bow, Arcane Pool Swift: Arcane Pool +1 bow
Full: Rapid shot(aka whizzing sticks of death) Targeting wolf 1 and wolf 2
Her pupils that were once dialated contract to a dark line in her bright eyes as she quickly calculates her targets. As soon as one arrow escapes her finger tips another is soon to follow, before the first had struck the second had already been released. The feathers cut through the air screaming a warning that is received to late. The first arrow burying into flesh next to the original shot she'd made the second however sinks halfway to its fletchings in the empty eye socket of another wolf.
