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Lynn bounced next to the others as they left though a bit unsure of what Zaarah was on about, "Don't worry, Master Zey is like that... I bet he's just hiding his excitement, he might also not be that impressed it's hard to tell." As they exited into the lodges grounds, "I suppose this is where we part ways for the time being, make sure to book passage on the Gilded Mast if you ever need to get anywhere Pathfinders get half-off on their travel expenses. I shall also continue my training and excel to catch up with all of your skills, so until the next we meet I wish you all safe travels."
I'm actually gonna be winding down on pbp's for a little while. Going on a week-long vacation in may and then moving to the other side of the states shortly after that. I hope to run more games with you guys down the road though that was crazy fun. Kind of wish retraining was a little cheaper so i could re-optimize Lynn a bit, had a bit of doubt for a few levels as to what to do so she's spread a bit thin in some areas, but loving how she barely manages to scrape through. Ya know between zombie dragons, deadly fireballs, and a glabrezu XD
"Don't mess with duergar 'kings' who have fire spells, it's important to remember that you can call upon the power of an angelic being you've aided before, and I really need to work on my breaststroke. That and I really need to work on my own spells and combat in order to protect myself and my allies going forward, i feel like you all would have had a much easier time through all that without me. Though I must learn and it was truly an honor to see you all in action."
Looking back at the duergar half implanted into the ground, "Honestly we had hoped it wouldn't have come down to killing him, or any of the others." She reloaded her weapon with blackpowder once again, but stowed it for the time with a piece of cotton shoved into the barrel once again, "I honestly hope not to need any further fighting. Swareti, if we may assist you however in any manner please let us know. Even if you all manage to escape, what stops them from coming after you again?"
"Th..thanks Flyn honestly thought I was a goner there." Though the magic of the wand had cured her ills she touched her face which was still very tender from the burns. "Echh.. ahh. well.. Assuming we want to look for the key in this room, and barring it being in a lead box or behind any thick walls I might be able to detect it's magical signature. My guess is all the shards will be similar at least." She would chant a small incantation and begin pacing about the room hands outheld in a cone. Looking both physically and Magically for any sign of the fragment.
Most of Lynn's clothing catches fire despite her ducking out of the way of the brunt of the attack. The smell of burning hair filling the room quickly as she screams and starts swatting the fire in her clothes out.
She took care of herself with the wand in her hand first.
The woman then pulls out the wand they received from the fey earlier and charge up to Ischell preparing to heal the giant man the white fire in her eyes slowly dimming. "You will not stand alone in this, not on my word as captain."
Paced behind the blade barrier unable to join her allies, "Be brave and stand tall, against all foes we shall prevail!" She glanced down at the table and wondered if she might be able to use it to push through the blade barrier safely. Looking back to Flyn she shook her head, "Flynn I can't provide much help from back here, any ideas?"
Taking the wand from antonella, "I can attempt to get this to work, but no guarentees. Also feel free to take the potion, you front-line fighters likely need them more than I."
After a few good shakes and attempts she finally gets the wand to work properly, "I suppose i should look into working magical devices a bit more, but that should keep you good for an hour or two right?" the attack she would take a look over the parties wounds and pull free the CLW wand from the smith. Going about tapping everyone in turn to heal their wounds.
"We should proceed with caution and pray that their leader is willing to listen to reason." She thinks back to their rather unceremonious and possibly hasty dispatch of the smith-priestess and frowns slightly. "I have magics that should at least open our odds assuming he doesn't resist."
Taken aback at how absolutely shortly lived that was, Lynn looks to the others. "That was... strangely easy, now... it may just be that you all are extremely skilled and have amazing gear. But i feel like the zombies were more difficult?" With that she holstered her pistol in her belt after clicking the hammer down slowly and stuffing a wad of cotton in the barrel. She then searched around the room for any indication of where the sky-key might be held.
Lynn moves forward pulling her weapon free and aiming at no one yet. "What Zaarah says is true from my knowledge." She then looks the dwarven woman in the eyes. "Honeyed words for one who's already decided to kill us, why would you have such a devious spell up otherwise. She already expects a fight, if possible keep your distance she will be resistant to spells and may drop her protection in favor of damage. Prepare yourselves, for the gale howls even in these dreary caverns!" [ooc]Going to start bardic inspiration remember those +1's folks[ooc]
Lynn stands by furiously taking notes, "I would hazard the notion of melding with a strange being like this without any real collateral. But if Kelmur says they've seen something similar to this before... Are you sure it will work with your um.. glasses?" She motioned to Flyn's face and his Lens of Detection.
After the battle Lynn walks over to the now deflated dwarves kneeling down and examining them a bit. Rejoining the group she receives healing from Flynn. "Thank you Flyn, though my wounds were not too dire. Best not to use your own wand, we did find that other wand of healing remember." When approached by the floating face creature she cocked her head and pulls out her journal taking a quick sketch down. "Well you certainly are an odd creature... No offense, just never met a whatever you are before. Though i must agree with my companions that any help right now is better than none."
Lynn started her hymn and thought to herself 'Why must it always be fighting... also why did master Zey send us here knowing none of us were fluent in the dwarven tongue' She pulled a wand free and slid over towards the now dropped and greasy Zaarah "Tadpole!" was all that slipped from her lips before she went back to her song. She remained behind her cover certain that the others could handle this for the time being.
Well we... may have made a mistake.... none of us know dwarven... why were we picked for a diplomatic mission with dwarves? *stares at Master Zey intently* Actually could i roll a linguistics to try and cobble together some dwarven given lynn has deciphered ancient dwarven texts?
Lynn notices the stubby defenders at the top with weapons already ready and primed, "I don't think we're going to get an immediately warm response. Behind cover quick!" The woman dashes forward and slides behind one of the objects pulling her pistol free as she comes to a stop and praying they might be able to charm the deep-dwarves. "Hey! I don't know if any of you understand common... But we really don't want to fight! We just want to make a trade deal with your leader! I don't know if the Aspis Consortium has already whispered poison into your ears, even if they have at least give us a chance to talk maybe?" She took the time to double check the load on her weapon in case things went south.
Thankful that some of the others agree with her she assists in making camp. "A fire to dry our clothes and gear... Makeshift tent... and a watch schedule, good." Lynn hastily swaps to her colorful dress while she waits for her adventuring gear dries and warms by the fire, taking some time to dry off her new chainshirt so it didn't rust. Got a bite to eat and then packed her things away until the next day curling deep into her sleeping bag for the night's rest.
Back in her adventuring attire, the bard struts proudly, "Let us venture forth and tend to those that hold the sky-key shard. And hope they are still willing to barter and not attempt to make slaves of us."
After the travel from Brahlim's territory towards the steep towering stairs, the woman shivered a bit in her drenched outfit. Having reloaded her weapons with standard shots once again. "Achoo! Ugh.. could we have stopped to rest and dry our clothes at least? It's all good and well to know we've got a wand of healing, which i could utilize on you all, but i very much doubt it will cure hypothermia or the common cold... a shame we haven't the spells for that yet." Glancing up at the giant stone faces she pondered between bone-rattling cold "Why do i have a bad feeling about this... we should all stick together. I'll take that wand if no one else wants it.. i'm afraid i won't be the best fighter among us. Much more suited to a supporting role."
Once lowered onto the ground Lynn gives a firm tug at her rope and re-coils it before approaching and conversing with the Fey.
"I'm glad to see that even the more unruly fae-kin are true to their word." She gives a subtle bow of the head, though keeping gaze with the Fossegrim. "I'm afraid I'd be no use in identifying what these objects do... despite being a practitioner of the arcane arts.. i've no real talent in discerning magical effects." She then gave a weary smile towards the being, "Business before pleasure i'm afraid."
Still perched in the tree she'd voice her own concern, "I must agree with Master Flynn lower the waters and we shall speak as equals!" The tree top swayed as she bobbed on the top -most branches. Shoving her pistol back into her belt as well as the bullet into it's pouch. She grabbed the rope on the side of her pack and tied a knot into the tree in such a way that it would release when pulled a certain way.(drawing a blank on the actual name of the knot type DX) And prepared herself to descend should the Fossegrim comply.
Climbing to the top of the tree Lynn wraps her legs around the limber lumber one hand to keep her steady as she peers out to the open waters. "Beware the Fossegrim's touch, it'll drown you in an instant!" While perched she began clearing her main firearm. If she managed to see the deadly water fey she'd point it out.
Watching the others begin to surface Lynn joins Flynn bobbing at the surface of the trees, "Flyn, Flyn! There's a Fossegrim around I don't know a whole lot but i know we can't let it grab anyone or they'll be drown just like those Aspis!" She gripped at the tree for safety and started to pull herself up and through the thick tree branches. Once she pulled herself up she stood on the branches and held on above the tide looking miserably soaked. She gazed around for the now silent assailant. If she sees it:
She would point it out"There it is! We have to stop it quick!"
Lynn continues her floating dance away from the terrifying and dangerous aquatic undead, slowly spinning and kicking up a bit of the now loose and soggy dirt as she moves with her unseen partner. The light rays from the sun above the water adding quite well to the underwater forest scene she thought, perhaps this should become a sort of regular routine.
Lynn surfaces to hear the most beautiful melody, searching for the source she curses. "Even here they've got creatures akin to sirens" With another deep breath she dives back down again letting the armor and other gear drag her more than she actively swam herself. As she floated down she began a slow dance with an unseen partner, it was mostly shifting too and fro until she sank to the floor once again but it was oddly inspiring. Once she hit the bottom she sprang and sprang over her companions and their underwater fight to the death, twirling overhead as gently as an otter.
Caught mid backstep as the water in the river suddenly churns over the edge in a massive standstill tidal wave Lynn takes a deep breath expecting to get swept away by the obvious magical nature of the event, only to find herself simply floating in place. Rope in hand she quickly pulls herself closer to the bottom of the water and uses the soft dirt and tufts of grass to pull herself across the watery floor towards the tree's. Planting her feet near the base and kicking up about ten feet towards the surface pulling her rapier free as she did so. She would turn back to the others and give a hand signal, simply pointing up. Although she was born and raised on a ship she was not one for swimming as her lack of deep water skill would show, but she knew what to do when one was in the water and shouldn't be.
Uhhh welp... we're all underwater... so both of my guns are f'd(yay 20ish gold well spent on.... swimming i guess?), i cant sing, i doubt i can dance, and all i've got otherwise is a rapier..which based on the dont use piercing thing i'm guessing they have DR.. so uh... good luck guys? Also i think control water would raise a hump of so much water from the main source, as the spell reads boats lifted in this way will slide down the sides. I dont believe it is a held sphere outside of the source. Neat way to rule it but idk.
I think flying the rope over once we deal with the aspis is the best idea. Lynn is easily strong enough to support one end while the others go across. So we only need to anchor the recieving end. Then it's as simple as tying herself and swimming/jumping across. I'll try to get a combat post out tonight during lunch, but no piercing attacks is gonna be hard. If they stay underwater
Gazing across the rapids Lynn tried to judge the gap of the rocks and the thought of jumping across.
She produced the said coil of rope.
Lynn stands after the creature starts talking to them, replacing her hat. "We thank you Grodel for your kindness and assistance. If you are able, could you tell us how it is you came you be here alone? Is there anything we can do to help you?" She shakes her head with a shrug at the magical nature of the items, "Afraid identification of magical wares isnt my forte. I may be able to assist however."
Lynn spins taking in the view once they appear in the new lands, "Woah, this place is exotic to say the least, let's hope the local fauna arent as deadly as those found in Mag'wani." As the beast emerges and almost immediately identified by the quirky woman who then tries to reason with it. She joins the act really not wanting the first ten minutes of their time here, after being told not to murder anything was to do exactly that.
She removed her hat to make herself look a bit smaller and then bowed deeply splaying her hands, palms down to her sides showing the back of her neck openly in a sign of submission to try and keep the creature calm. "Please we wish to pass and speak to the children of Naldak."
Probably to account for the fact that silver doesn't hold an edge for poo. But yeah incorporeal targets are gonna be the bigger threat 'if' they show up and you don't have any heavy firepower casters. So i think i'd keep that one over the adamantine, even if adamantine daggers would make pretty great wall scaling tools.
Lynn ponders her reading and various tales she's heard from various traveling merchants, explorers, and adventurers over the years. "The dwarves of Jormurdun." She pulls out a thin journal booklet from a side pouch of her pack, unwinds the woven tether keeping it shut and begins reading some of her own notes. "I believe that is all I have to ask for the moment as well. I hope we don't have to resort to stealing the artifact, but the society will get it even if we must momentarily stoop to tricks."
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