I'm taking this as Ross' humor :)
Surely my father can best theirs.
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Lucius will tag along behind Ugh.
"My mission is to Kelmarane. If I can accomplish it sooner by helping capture the monastery, so be it." That a monastery specifically helps him goes unsaid.
"Are either of you healers? This faithful creature," Des indicates the limping and cat that has joined them, "Seems in dire need of assistance." "I have exhausted Asmodeus's gifts for today, I'm afraid."
A new Ray. Better rolls this time. "I don't know what you are, little freak, but you'd best hold still and face Hell's wrath."
Lucius notes that this little bugger is VERY hard to hit.
Lucius is going to try to clobber the little runt. (Not that he should be expected to pull it off, even without the bad luck.) Yeah...that's not gonna hit.
Lucius is down to 1 HP, so he's going to spend his last 1st level spell to cast infernal healing on himself. His move action will be to heft his mace.
Lucius summons another flickering ball of light and sends it off into the cactus behind him to reveal nothing but a section of cactus rocking gently as if something brushed it. Lucius is gonna give the goat a little infernal healing. One first level spell left for today.
Not being the most perceptive guy, especially in the dark, Lucius is going to float his dancing lights over to the goat and beyond. He'll also cast another set to float over his own head.
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Looks like a 13 acrobatics and 5 perception.
Lucius spreads his hand in the direction of the cactus patch. "Who goes there?"
Lucius will direct his constellation of lights toward the cluster of cactus to see what they reveal.
As the light dims, Lucius begins to mutter in Infernal. <I summon implight, to show my way in darkness.>
Lucius will inspect the tuft of hair.
Lucius follows Anala, not quite sure where he's being led.
Lucius is going to take a short while to take a dust bath and air out his vestments, then rejoin the investigators.
The Scion of Hell is ready.
Unless something interesting was on that clay shard, Lucius has nothing.
Lucius kicks through the ash and char a bit, not really finding anything of note. The fire destroyed everything. He leaves behind the few scraps of once-molten precious metals to be picked over by scavengers from the camp or, perhaps, reclaimed by the seer's next-of-kin. He does pick up one of the clay shards to examine.
"I will go check on my patients and see if they know anything," she tells the others as they investigate the wagon. "Once you're done here, perhaps we can question some of the others as to what they saw. Does anyone wish to accompany me?" She specifically does not look at Lucius as she asks the last question. "Yes. Your patients." Lucius just grins. He keeps sifting through the ruin of the wagon.
Under the soothing cool of night (even though his heatstroke still fatigues him), Lucius is going to pick through the remains of the wagon. Lucius's Perception is a whopping +0, so I'm going to roll Appraise instead, to figure out the most valuable item in it. 1d20 + 6 = 19
Under the soothing cool of night (even though his heatstroke still fatigues him), Lucius is going to pick through the remains of the wagon.
Lucius is out of folks to heal and isn't about to throw his strength penalty into the bucket brigade, so he's going to sit tight for a moment until the fire is extinguished and he can sift through the wagon remains.
Lucius reaches over to Aixa's patient, with something of a knowing smirk. He mutters briefly in Infernal.
"when I heard a bit of commotion from the charlatan's wagon." "The Charlatan?", asks Lucius. Lucius is going to examine the wounds on any remaining wounded. Mostly for show, since he has no real skill at mundane healing.
Lucius looks to the halfling and asks "What in the Hells is going on here?"
Lucius, like Aixa, makes a beeline for the wounded (shuffling, overburdened, through the sand.) Rather than introduce himself, however, he grips his iron pentagram in one hand, an Infernal prayer in his throat, and lays his other hand across one of the guard's wounds.
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Lucius walks alongside the caravan, a sinister figure with a reddish cast to his skin, tiny nubs of horns, and a well-trimmed, dark goatee, bundled up in a black-and-red cassock. He attempts to look unbothered by the heat, but it becomes clear to anyone watching him that he refills his waterskin more often than any other member of the group. During the day, he talks little, as he struggles against both the heat and the load supported by his frail frame. Once night falls, he becomes much more comfortable, falling into theological debates with Aixa (in which he tries to convince her how similar their respective deities really are), trying to embroil other in Chelish politics, or meditates. Like Aixa, it seems, he has been sent to open a temple. However, rather than reconsecrating a deserted building, he is to found a new one. (This he appears quite proud of. You see, while the cult of the dawnflower is seeking to merely reclaim past glories, Asmodeus's court expands its reach every day.)
Background is up, so I'm pretty much done. I still hemming and hawing over maybe swapping Bluff for another skill or Charm Person for Infernal Healing (from Gods and Magic), but I should be good to go as-is.
Gear and stats are done. Background later.
All character building choices (except gear) done. Number crunching later.
Character in progress. |