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Fatigued? That is the least bad, I think, for running away.
Sounds about right Fain. So +1 armor should be good so long as it isn't full plate but I can't think of a magic weapon less then 1500. Wondrous items I can think of a few. Might I suggest potions as an option? And I leveled Luk-Luk but haven't spent all of the 3000 GP cap, I just added the difference in starting wealth from Level 2 to 3 into her purse so to speak.
Cool, I've been playing Organized Play in person for years so chances are I've seen a few of these before but I will admit to having forgotten plenty of the scenarios I have played. Save for those that seem to need the Yakity Sax :p
"Yet Vard, I can nary set water ablaze yet." Luk-Luk had certain ambitions for explosive celebration. With a triumphant fist raised in the air she made for the beach, "I regret I've naught enough to light up the night friend Thrym. But I shall do by best." And then set of several star candles and fire crackers to celebrate their grand victory upon the sands of the beach.
Woo! Onward to more adventure!
"All yours boys," Luk-Luk had no interest in bows. The breakfast was interrupted by the simple fact that Luk-Luk had tried playing with and feeding the monkeys again. Because of course she would. She kept on talking about how cute the monkeys were as they left all the way to Ilsurian. Luk-Luk even tried the get Thrym involved by asking him about in in broken sometimes correctly accurate Skald. Other times the elf 's attempts were inaccurate, usually being self insulting too. At least the elf was trying. As they were approaching the boat Luk-Luk suddenly let out a curse in Goblin as she struck her forehead, "I should have set off celebratory fireworks to mark the end of our first adventure!" She looked around the area before pointing at the beach, "Friends! Do ye think I could set them off down there?!"
"If ye feel indebted for using the belt Fain," she waves a hand towards the defiled statue, "We could take some time to clean up Ragdya's visage. Prestidigitation is slow for large messes but quite possible." It wasn't exactly a time saver for disciplinary clean up back at Almas University, but it had saved Luk-Luk a few calluses.
"Ah ha, tis a Monkey Belt. It increases the wearer's agility, even whilst climbing, and I think allows for a monkey tail to aid ye for a few moments between sunsets," Luk-Luk shrugs as she picks up the belt to examine it, "I doubt you grow a tail, tis probably the belt. Any takers or do ye think the Pathfinders would want it?"
As the searching commences Luk-Luk takes the time cast Prestidigitation to clean up some of the statue. After it finishes the elf turns to Vard, "Nary a shovel but this spell tis a grand utility to clean aught," then the sorceress grimaces, "It will take a lot of casting to clean the statue though. Many more to clean the room." Alenka's interest in the academic discoveries draws a amused laugh from Luk-Luk, "I suppose this will save us the trouble of writing reports about the temple's history, for tis already done! Lo we still should write down details of the structure," she sighs loudly, "I never liked studying engineering. But another thought," the elf looks at the belt and casts Detect Magic.
Seems the blind guess of evil things defiling good temples was spot on. Luk-Luk makes a face as she pulls the fibrous scarf up from around her neck to cover her nose, "Ugh. Defiling with stench. Reminds me of my tribe's cooking. Blgh," and the elf seems to not care that the scarf is in the way as she sticks her tongue out. It doesn't help with the smell, causing Luk-Luk to ramble, "Lhon kelaan dhar maal't shuulec. Or hec hokaar, mar duun daach." If you speak Goblin:
Just like Flathead's cooking. Or Pig Puncher, hard to tell. The elf then departs the room to retrieve backpack she'd dropped and her quarter staff. Upon returning she uses the staff as a poking stick for the refuse heaps. "Anybody recognize aught about the statue? I hope we've not need to clean it. Alenka, ye can look for traps ye said prior, correct? Might be wise to do so."
See the local apothecary for a antiplague dose if your doctor has not given you one. And may you feel better soon.
"Ugly and unpleasant evil creatures friend Fain. Good fortune the monkeys helped us," Luk-Luk takes the chance to swipe the dead ones throat before her claws recede. She then picks up and reloads her crossbow. "I shalt feed monkeys again on the way out of here. Seems to be lucky. I am theorizing aught right now. Evil things enjoy defiling good temples do they not?" After finishing reloading Luk-Luk's head darts left and right, "Perhaps all are possible. Lo if a summoned twas the best time to attack when we were distracted by them. To know which we should check the area and be wary. They might not hath been alone." Luk-Luk starts looking around before pausing to add. After a second she adds, And I'd like the chance to set aught on fire if we find a threat.
Dropping the crossbow, Luk-Luk moves to Fain's left as her hands turn into draconic claws, which she uses to swipe at the creature.
Luk-Luk snarled a Goblin word, several times, as she sent forth another glob of acid. "Draal draal draal draal!"
If you speak Goblin:
Die die die die!
And then tried reloading her crossbow after missing once more.
"Move! I want to burn them!" Luk-Luk shouts as she stomps closer, waving her free hand forth to send a glob of acid towards the one closest to her, as the other is well out of the spells range.
And starts cursing in Goblin as she continues to miss.
"Why should they fight like moles?!" is all Luk-Luk can think to shout at Thrym. Skald was a tongue she'd not quite mastered. Having reloaded, the elf steps out from behind cover to fire at them. Which is much tougher with Vard right beside them. She needed more magic.
The bolt does some fantastic damage, to the stone surface of the temple at least. Luk-Luk really was starting to wish she'd sprung for a wand of Magic Missiles.
Luk-Luk takes a five foot step to the corner as she reloads her light crossbow, releasing a triumphant laugh as the monkeys give trouble to the mountain men.
Not liking where this was going, Luk-Luk pulls the scroll from her belt and uses it. A shimmer shield of magic appears on her left arm. If a swarm of adorable critters attacks, the elf would much prefer they not maul her to death.
Not liking where this was going, Luk-Luk pulls the scroll from her belt and uses it. A shimmer shield of magic appears on her left arm. If a swarm of adorable critters attacks, the elf would much prefer they not maul her to death.
"Indeed!" Luk-Luk replies to Fain as she steps in further to see the things and fires a shot at the nearest monkey statue man thing.
Being the curious sort, Luk-Luk follows to see what Fain meant. Oh dear, they were gone indeed. Luk-Luk looks around trying to see if she can spot the monkey statue things.
Luk-Luk moves back to away from the balcony to cast Mage Armor without giving anyone away from the noise. After the magic is done encasing her, the elf starts to make her way back towards Fain, her own crossbow at the ready as she creeps along the path towards the halfing.
Luk-Luk moves up to Fain's first balcony to examine the ledge to cross. It didn't look too difficult. Though the elf did put her pack done, leaving her with the random alchemicals items she kept in her pockets and her weapons. "I doubt I can sneak, as well as ye to take a peek," She was fairly certain of that, "Can you describe what you saw? Might be I've read of them in books. Or seen a stuffed one at a Almas museum."
As she says this, Luk-Luk retrieves a scroll from her pack to stuff into her belt for easier access if it came to a fight.
b]"Shame Thrym, though if thine ancestors give warning I think tis best we heed it."[/b] the elf walks further in as she scans the room.. Luk-Luk chuckles, "I nary expected a quick solution. And to be honest," and smiles a way that would do many a villain proud, "Mine laughter when I set off fireworks has been called spooky by those that liked me." She lowers her hand then walks in to stand beside Fain, looking into the room beyond, "Naught magic in here," thumb pointing over her shoulder into the first room, "I see no reason to fear, that this way you could come near." Luk-Luk turns to look at the others, "Shall I scan before we go into a room or do you wish to do the checking for traps first friend Alenka?" After a pause the elf looks to Fain with a sigh, "And I will be sure to light our way," then touches her tricorn and casts Light upon it.
"Something spooky in an old ruin she said?" Luk-Luk's tone didn't drip sarcasm. It oozed it out enough to fill a tub, "How unexpected that would be." The elf looks to Vard as she walks into the room, "I can cast to find magic, such as traps. But not for that which is spooky. I do not suppose thine powers divine can detect aught that is spooky?" Luk-Luk casts Detect Magic and sweeps the room as she does so.
She then looks to Thrym and the rest in turn. Sarcasm remains the main tone, "Can anyone here find the spooky? Friends Thrym, Alenka, or Fain? We would nary want to run into something spoo-oo-ooky." The elf shakes her head as she focuses upon scanning the room, "Spooky? How informative that was. Spooky." Luk-Luk clearly doesn't appreciate the concept and is being highly derisive of the human woman that had just left.
Luk-Luk sees no reason to stop them unless her comrades do so, she lets them leave unmolested.
Forewarning, I am in the path of some nasty winter weather this weekend so there is a chance I will be without power or Internet. If that comes to pass please do not wait on me and have fun.
Luk-Luk sighed at her failed diplomacy and upon the realization that they were guaranteed to be heading for the evil in the temple. Because that just made sense. "Does any of your loot have writing upon it? I shant threaten to take aught from ye but I would if they do I would be willing to pay ye in gold sails," that was Andoran gold coins, "to let us take recordings. Ye would be paid twice for the loot if aught of them has writing. Just an offer." When diplomacy failed bribery could work.
Luk-Luk recalls they are here to explore specifically and not just for loot. So writings should be their focus and trinkets not so much.
"I do not see one lest what you are taking has writing. We are commissioned to document and archive not loot. Though I question where you intend to sell? The Pathfinder Society is looking for aught from here and could be a good option. We are under their commission and our vouching for ye to them could help ye fetch a fair price from them. Just saying." After a moment she decided to ask, "Um," the elf side steps away from the door way, "Ye have checked the magical aura to ensure none of that is cursed, right? I would really suggest ye have done that."
"I would rather not be eaten by walking corpses, so let us avoid ghouls." Luk-Luk joked back to Fain.
That was how the stories always went for those exploring crumbling temples, ancient ruins, decrepit tombs, and evil lairs. Luk-Luk slings her crossbow to prepare to protect herself with magic once more. Hopefully it will stop some of the booby traps.
"Twas not like the liver I used to have as a child, but probably safer ingredients," she was sure of it. And it turns out the leucrotta was not that tasty. Like street meat quality. At Falroun's offer, Luk-Luk turns to Thrym, "Have you any skill with navigating wilderness? Not to belittle Fain's skill as a navigator but I feel that like weapons it is always good to have a backup."
Luk-Luk offers her assistance with the duo's grisly task, but her intent is much more primitive. The elf is curious as to how a Leucrotta tastes and wants to see if the liver is any good. "I think this could make a good breakfast." While it wasn't a guess of you eat the tiger or the tiger eats you, because it was a Leucrotta, she felt it still applied here. Plus liver was yummy! Luk-Luk finds Alenka at the gory display and finds it amusing. The elf at least had the courtesy to drape a blanket over the human. She also asks the perturbed chefs how the liver is coming along and if they have tea of coffee available. The elf is fairly certain the human woman is going to have need for such. She hoped the Count hadn't called dibs on the liver.
"Thank you Alenka," the elf staggers up from the fall, retrieving her hat from the ground as she does so. Light still shines off the tricorn. "Given how much shouting Falroun did after the spider, I think you have it right Thrym. It could have heard him then," it made sense to Luk-Luk at any rate. "Ah, they can and you have my thanks friend Vard. I feel better." the elf brushes the grass off her front with her hat before returning the glowing tricorn to her head. "Your point is valid Vard. We should check to see if the leycrotta is scarred whence you hit the tiger from your past," Luk-Luk is looking at the Baron as she says this. And Fain was learning from her mistake, "Leucrotta or something close to it, Fain. Doubtful there are many differences of note between them." The elf still takes the time to prepare her light crossbow and aim at the jungle, just in case there are more.
Luk-Luk looks down at Fain and shakes her head,
THUD. From face planting in the grass, Luk-Luk's head shoots up to spit out grass as she shouts to the baron and those near the leucrotta in Goblin
If you speak Goblin:
"Name writer that hurt! Stab it to dead bleed fun first, then follow sneak! Shaking her head, the elf switches to Common, "Make sure it is dead! While chance of Falroun coming here alone is rare, we should ensure it is dead before doing aught else."
With a fight in progress, Luk-Luk had difficulty hitting the beast. But she at least got a good look at it as she reloads her light crossbow.
Oh, Thrym was saying something about, hmm. She didn't get all of it but it sounded like Thrym would not fall to the beast and it was trying to. Uh. Lure out the night? She needed to study Skald more.
"Uh, Thrym is, uh, onto something? I think. It is a leucrotta! They parrot people. Though no idea why Thrym thinks it is luring the night."
"That's a tiger?" squinting Luk-Luk casts light on her tricorn to try and shine illumination onto the battle. While it might not help the Alenka or Fain much, but the elf can see a little better. So she takes aim towards the cat.
Since it was her hat if worst came to worst, she could throw that at the tiger to illuminate it better.
I did miss the PM memo (bonks self) but it could come off as a nice reflexive response while she thought of the fallacy of Falroun's forging forth from the fronds.
"Count?! Where are the others?!" Luk-Luk shouted down but did not seek to climb down herself. "Thrym is less fragile then you Baron! He can take survive a tiger better then you!"
Luk-Luk herself decides that if the tiger is coming, she might as well make herself safer if she has to run down to grab that fool Falroun. She casts a spell that encases her in a shimmering layer of magic before it fades away.
She then watches for Falroun to come out of the bush. To yell at him. Both for stupidity and guide him to a ladder.
"That does sound better then digging all day," Luk-Luk conceded, "Is there aught else to worry upon before we climb? Like, a animal call ta signal spotting the tiger?" After getting any answers the elf tries to climb up after Fain has already set up the machan.
It was fortunate that she waited, as otherwise she'd might have needed to break out her claws to do the climb. "Friend Fain? Any advice on where to aim at the large cat?"
"Are we to dig pits to catch the beast? Or hide in the trees? I no nought of how to do this I am afraid," Luk-Luk was honest about this question. She'd no idea how to stalk a tiger and really really wanted to be ambush not be ambushed. She hoped there was some kind of plan for all of this.
Luk-Luk was confused. Did Falroun not wish to impress his father in law or was this something they had agreed upon. Before Falroun leaves Luk-Luk will try to ask him, out of the Count's earshot, about this. "You do not wish to aid in his hunt? Would that not impress him somewhat if you were to do so? Or mayhaps this was his request?" She did not share Thrym's concern for the lodge's safety. Luk-Luk assumed it was secure enough a building to keep things out. Or if the lodge walls couldn't stop this tiger then they were probably all going to die anyway.
Luk-Luk guessed that if luck was for charlatans then the Count must be one or his watchmen training was very good. "Verily Fain. Ye will let me keep the heads? I think the venom is there and the little ones didn't get to bite so," the elf shrugs, "Mayhaps aught can be made from those two." Without waiting for a reply, the elf suddenly grows claws and lops the heads off the two, charred, corpses of the 'small' snakes. "Snake eyes taste horrid without proper pickling anyway."
It all depended on how much she could actually 'milk' from a pair of dead snakes.
Whatever the baron thought of luck, it was with Luk-Luk as she managed to eek out a enough to mix a dose. It just took quite a bit of time and probably upset some porters to watch her work with severed, burnt snake heads.
Luk-Luk pockets the potion for a future emergency, "Thank you Thrym. Vard," nodding to them as the wounds are taken care of with more renewable magic healing. "Good fortune that we have plenty of antitoxin," she cheerfully adds while standing aside for the healers to do their work. Luk-Luk will direct the wounder porters towards the healers as needed. The elf then checks on the snake corpses, collecting them as she walks to the two nobles, "Count? Baron? Are you both well? You took that tumble much better then did the Mahout. Luck seems to favor you." She then looks to the Baron, "Do you wish to collect the snakes as trophies? Lo, did you bring antidote for cobras? If nay these cadavers may have aught left for making such antidote." Luk-Luk looks towards Alenka curiously. She'd have to pull out her own alchemical kit to try but it would be better as a group effort.
"Well you are easier to swallow Fain," Luk-Luk jokes to the halflings. The elf finishes fishing the bottle out of her pocket as she walks over to Alenka. "It is as friend Alenka said! Kill threat first, second is loo, uh, see to wounded. I hold a antitoxin too. Please do use it Alenka to see others in good health," she passes the antitoxin over to Alenka. The sorceress has no medical skill so she looks the Thrym. And begins poking around in her pockets again. Partially to pocket the acid flask, partly to find something else. "Good Thrym? Are your abilities able to heal the mahout? If nay, I believe I've a healing potion as an alternative." She sticks her tongue out as she pulls out a bottle with a piece of paper on it and a drawing of fire. "Oh," If you speak Goblin:
"that is for later. The elf pockets the alchemical weapon before taking out the correct magical potion. She waits for a response from Thrym before just shoving it down the Mahout's throat.
Luk-Luk fished her hand into her pockets as she was trying to find something. In the mean time she pointed the Acid Flask at the snake to aim at it.
She grasped something in a pocket that she hoped would be useful. Provided she'd grabbed the correct glass bottle.
"What did you say?" Luk-Luk wasn't sure what Fain was saying. She kept her distance instead, pulling out a Acid Flask. Focusing upon the flask, Luk-Luk cast a spell from it at the big snake.
It would be easier if so many friendly bodies weren't between her and future snake steak.
Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and are enjoying the capitalist holiday known as discounted candy day.
If Luk-Luk is able to get a good angle, she will try to burn the snakes without hitting anyone. If not she will try for just the largest snake.
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