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Lyrian looks up the night sky and decides he's happier not knowing. He snorts in sudden amusement as Smart quotes him. "You know what I'd give a fistful of this gold for?" he said, "A real bath, with real water. Throw in a flagon of ale and a pretty girl and you can have the whole lot."
Thanks for a great game, skillfully beefed up, Dien! I particularly enjoyed the visuals you posted from time to time. They made a great addition to the game. I've now had the pleasure of playing alongside you and playing with you as a GM. I hope to do it again! Also, guys, it's been a lot of fun. If our lovely and talented GM ever decides to get the band back together, I'd love to run another one with this team! Scott / Tarondor / Lyrian
"And you'd be talking to that pharaoh-thing right now," says Lyrian, less light-hearted than usual. He shudders. "Let's go find those camels."
"Yes, agreed Lyrian. "It's time to leave this place...with our pockets stuffed with gold. Come on, let's first gather all we can and then go to the top and see if we can get Lonicera out that way."
Lyrian is studiously not looking at the ring. Or anything else. :-)
Lyrian moves in and fires into the midst of his allies.
Desperately aware that he is not equipped to deal with the present foe, Lyrian backs up slowly and fires at the largest chunks.
Heldar: Let me be clear. I, Scott, am not at all upset at you. Who wants only good things to happen to their characters? That would be boring! I recently played a PFS game where my high-level ranger picked a fight with an obvious bad guy when everyone else was trying to skirt the encounter with diplomacy. It was a near-TPK, but my ranger survived unscathed. The players of the dead PC's were pretty upset with me and I -acted- contrite to keep the peace, but I honestly think they were being big babies - bad stuff happens to heroes in any good story. And heck, yeah, I, Scott, also want to see what's up the Fiend Pharoah's sleeve. But Lyrian? He's not so fond of bad stuff happening to him and -he's- upset with Heldar. PC's have different views than players. :-) So as far as I'm concerned, I'm glad you did it! Even if it was really Dien doing it... And I'm also happy with this group. I hope Dien will consider a follow-on adventure for us.
I'd use a rock. On the laptop, not the toes. Good luck!
"Thanks, guys! If I see another encircled rune I'll be an enslaved undead for all eternity, but no matter, just bust things right open!" Knowing nothing of the characteristics of the internal organs, Lyrian just opens fire.
Stepping back and cursing foully, Lyrian drops the headdress. "Dammit, now I'm going to have to wear a blindfold the rest of my life that crazy old Raegos!" Later, Lyrian does his best to look at nothing written, keeping his gaze on Shaggar's back. When the team balks at moving forward with the last tomb he agrees with poorly-concealed relief. "Yep. Let's haul the loot out onto the sand and go home. We should have brought more camels!"
Lyrian examines the now-assembled "Exit Sign". Is it magical? He also hunts around the room for any other fabulous treasures laying about!
"I agree. We'll never see this pyramid again in our lifetimes. I want to see and record what's in that final tomb. So my thought is that we load up as much treasure as we can stagger out of here with, leave it near the entrance, check to see if Lonicera can leave in the presence of a Mask-Bearer, and then go raid us a tomb. If there's time and we're all still breathing, we come back here and haul as much out onto the sands as we can until just before Zero-Hour."
Without assembling anything, Lyrian considers whether it's going to form yet another of the Encircled Runes (not falling for -that!-)
Lyrian continues to examine the stone fragments.
Lyrian shifts his aim to the dragon mummy. "Dear gods, what is -that-?"
Lyrian continues to fire like a well-oiled machine.
Backing up, Lyrian continues to fire as he goes.
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Having no other preparations to make, Lyrian opens fire on the crocodiles.
Lyrian casts expeditious retreat.
"I see something over there!" says the archaeologist, tense and poised for action. It's...it's...under the gold. Crocodiles under the gold? Gold elementals? Who knows, but get ready!"[/b] Lyrian moves to interpose himself as much as possible between the site of motion and Rosalia and Lonicera. He also mumbles a brief incantation to his grandmother the Celestial.
"So....sky serpents?" asked Lyrian.
Lyrian emitted a low whistle. "I didn't bring enough sacks," he said.
Lyrian watchedthe woman and then snapped his fingers, pointing at her. "You're someone we know!" he said. "You don't want to drop the illusion because we'll recognize you!" He laughed. "Sister, you just took part in nearly killing us. If that doesn't make us angry enough to cut your throat, whetever big reveal you have under there isn't going to change that. So, to satisfy my friend here, I suppose we shall have to see your face after all." "Wait! Let me guess! You're her, aren't you?" He snapped his fingers a few more times, trying to jog the memory. "You're the Mithral Scarab, I'm guessing."
"Smart!" said Lyrian. "Welcome back! I was afraid we'd not see you again. Well...you know what I mean." "The lady's been defeated, Shaggar. If it's not important to our survival, leave her her secrets. What, after all, is a lady without secrets?" "I want to bury the dead, but fear we don't have much more time. Make sure this guy is well tied, then let's go finish this."
It's always the rat bastards that live. S'a rule of nature or something.
Someone needs to stay and watch Scepter. That someone is Lyrian. He steps in close and whispers. Lyrian's whispers: "I'm going to let her go long before I let you go. Talk like that again and I'll break your ankle before I do. If you see her on the street somewhere, you cross the road to avoid her. If I hear that you so much as ruffled her skirts you'll wish I'd just let the gnoll have you. I come from a long-lived line and I can afford to spend one human lifetime making you repent your error."
I remember that dude!
"Alright. What secrets of this place do know that might help us.. And you... survive in here?"
"Yes you are," said Lyrian. "You're going out the door. The manner in which you go and whether you're breathing at the time is entirely up to you. I don't kill bound men, but I won't shed any tears over leaving you to die of thirst in the desert, either. Tell us what we want to know and I'll give you a flask of water and a horse and let you go. There's enough death here already." "Tell us what you were here for. What was the thing Julistar wanted and what did he know about how to get it? Don't lie, because you're not going to be released unless we succeed. Death of thirst may take longer in here, but it will come all the same. Your only shot at a life is for us to succeed."
Lyrian listens with interest to Javi's plea to the empty air, but says nothing. He thinks of Smart and misses the interesting fellow. "I think we're no longer in a hurry," said Lyrian. "And though they doubtless would have rolled our corpses out the door if they did not reanimate them with evil magic, I am not so disposed. I will bury them, if only in the sand." "But first, we should used that wand of cure light wounds to heal ourselves." Unless anyone objects, he'll do just that, using the wand to cure everyone, starting with the worst injuries first. He'll hold off healing the prisoner for the moment, but he will save one charge for that purpose. Once everyone is healed up, Lyrian says "I want to heal this man and ask him some questions. Any objections?"
Feel better, my friend!
Lyrian believes in allies first, enemies second. He rushes to Hatyah's side and casts cure light wounds to staunch the bleeding.
Sensing the end coming, Lyrian continues to fire, but now with a little less fervor.
Lyrian winced in pain as the cheetah claws him. Done with talking, he backed up to the wall and continued to fire at Scepter.
Heck yeah. The offer was to the team. Lyrian targets their leader and fires.
Meanwhile I haven't posted because I was laid up in bed with strep throat. Somewhat better (or at least less loopy) now.
Lyrian backed up a step and aimed his arrow squarely at Julistar's chest. "You have a chance to stop this," he said. "Leave your weapons, take your wounded and walk away. We won't come looking for revenge if you go now. But by the Heavens if you hurt one more of my companions, I will hunt you down with my last breath."
Readied attack:
Having realized that the wizard (for so he deems him) isn't actually casting a spell, Lyrian decides on Plan B: Shooting him.
"Rosalia, we need Javi, Hatyah and Shaggar. Anything you can do for them, do it now." "Smart, buddy, now would be a good time for a reapparance!"
Lyrian targets the now-revealed arcane caster and waits for him to try to cast a spell.
Readied Attack:
Lyrian steps out from behind Heldar and fires again at the lucky halfling enemy.
Lyrian dashes into the room, still firing.
..it's not every day you see a glittering hyena bite herself.
Lyrian fires at the nearby enemy.
Lyrian springs into action, firing a single shot at the nearby Halfling with his magic bow.
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