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Still need to finalize gear and spells.... As for her role, her main goal will to be making life hell for the opposition with her hexes and spells....She's an expert on many subjects , especially ancient Thassilon!
Indeed...I understand when you can't find the time. Take care, hope to game with you again sometime....
Glad you're still ticking, JB. Still healthy, safe and busy! Gotta ask though....what happens after the vacation time :)
I'm good. Very busy, hope you all are doing well as well...
M'ara slaps another bolt into her crossbow and fires at the sin-creature...
As the creature launches itself at Zomeraand, Shivi squeaks in alarm, but M'ara merely shoots the bird a sarcastic look, then her hand raised in a warding gesture , utters a single gutteral syllable.
As Anton 'Hups' forward, M'ara aims at one of the things and fires...
"Let us take them unawares.... M'ara advises, raising her crossbow...
"And I and Shivi will follow the two of you, make sure you don't get into trouble..." M'ara quips, nodding at Shivi to keep her sharp eyes about.
M'ara steps out onto the platform, looking out at the cells, "A prison...have any of you heard of Sandpoint ever having a prison?"
Glad to be back!!
Still here as well!
M'ara waits for the results of the Magician's spell, though not too sure why he's doing so in this case....
M'ara looks at the 'artifact' , amazed something so obviously old could be in such fine condition, but as Zomeraan says, it's something they can look at later. She looks down the stairs, "Perhaps we should finish investigating this level before descending?"
M'ara having given the statue a once over, tried to avoid looking at it. Her companion, Shivi, on the other hand notices something amiss...giving a meek squeak to attract M'ara's attention. "What did you see, Shivi?" she asks her friend, turning back to the statue, seeing now what she'd missed, "The weapon...it is of a different material...I wonder if it..." she reaches up to see if the ranseur can move...
M'ara edges forward , eyeing the large statue warily, "I don't know , but she certainly seems angry enough."
M'ara nods at Zomeraand's assessment, "You may be right...I for one do not want to know what is behind that door until we need to. I suggest we explore the rest of the catacombs...we can always return...to this..." she says, indicating the altar and door with a sweep of her arm and a disturbed look on her face.
M'ara emters the chamber warily, noting the altar and finally the forbidding doors, "I do not like this place..." , she mutters, Shivi gives out a little squeak of agreement. She inches closer to the altar, trying to divine it's purpose....
M'ara looks down the new passageway revealed, "Well, that was certainly exciting...Let us continue" she says, holding the door open for Anton...
"Yes, the door , I think..." M'ara says, looking to make sure the others are ready, grabs the door and either pulls or pushes, depending on which way the hinges go...
"Hmm, this pottery is very old...I wonder what this place was, long ago..." M'ara muses, as she advances to check out the door.
Here too.... sorry, sometimes I'm sure I've posted when I haven't....
Shivi makes a small sound, not particularly enjoying the undergound exploration , and M'ara shushes him gently, "Very intentional, we should not leave any of the side passages unexamined..."
M'ara smiles, "You gave us the time to act, Anton..." She looks over Zomeraand's shoulder as he reflects on the creature's nature, "Any idea what it is, Zomeraand?" she asks.
M'ara frowns as her hex fails to sway the creatures fortunes, but gets to work, firing her crossbow...
M'ara extends a claw-like hand towards the thing, uttering a gutteral ,"Cha!"
Yeah, Lief and Anton.. I checked they've posted in their other games recently ... GM, maybe send them a PM to let them know we've continued...
M'ara looks between the broken brick wall to the west and the main tunnel to the North East, suggesting, "I agree, this is probably where the goblins entered..." She then takes the time to mutters a few arcane syllables, a number of ghostly bird appear around her, fluttering about until the settle upon every part of her body...
M'ara gathers her deck and places it back in her pouch. Glancing at Anton , she says, "Thank you again, Madam Svashti. May I visit with you again?" She then meets back up with the others...
M'ara watches the interplay between Anton and Madame Mvashti, trying to feel out the 'power' that allows the woman to do what she does. Then her eyebrow raises at something Madame Mvashti says, Mortals..., what is this woman? She peers sidelong at Shivi, a question in her eyes, but as usual he's inscrutable.
Taking another deep breath, M'ara tries to calm her nerves. She's done this many times before on the streets of Varisia, but , in truth, this is the first time she's 'really' read the cards. She respectfully stacks Madame Vishti's cards to the side, and brings out her own tattered deck. She slides them over to Anton, "Shuffle and draw 9 cards, placing the face down in three rows of three..."
M'ara takes a deep breath and looks at Anton, "If you're willing, Anton..."
M'ara frowns down at the cards, then looks up at Madame Mvashti's sightless eyes, "The Theatre...means prophesy, puppet of the gods...Nualia is the puppet, or am I? What do I have? I have me, my friends and Shivi..." she trails off, unsure.
Lost a bit in her reverie considering a drawing, Shivi pokes her in the ear, "Ow, what was that...oh, yes..." M'ara says, remembering that the reading with Madame Mvashti wasn't finished. Clearing her throat to gain the attention of the others, "My reading with Madame Mvashti was not finished...I would visit her again to gain some insight into what is to come...you are welcome to join me if you wish."
M'ara nods, acknowledging Zomeraand's logic, "And don't forget the bugbear and army of goblins...but yes, the tunnel I think is our first priority!" M'ara's fingers itch to draw her battered Harrow deck and throw down a drawing, but refrains knowing she doesn't have time...
M'ara's hand clenches as she reads the damnable journal, her brow furrowing, The cards...the hand!". She leaves Ameiko in Delin's capable hands, checking if any of her friends needed her aid. When Anton declares he knew the troubled lass from the journal, M'ara turns to him with interest to see what he might remember of her....
M'ara stands ready to assist Delin, should her healing magicks not be enough to revive the exotic restauranteur. Nodding, seeing Delin's success, "You are at the Glassworks, it appears your brother is in league with the goblins and kidnapped you...I regret to tell you, your father has been killed."
M'ara jogs out of the door and sees that the others have captured the fugitive, "Ah, good! I'd hoped he came this way!" She helps the carry the half-elf back into the glassworks...
As Lief's arrow extinguishes the last goblins pathetic life, M'ara does a quick scan to make sure no-others threaten her or her friends. Calling up to Lief, "The half-elf is escaping!" She then sprints after the half-elf...
M'ara stabs out at the goblin with her shortspear, narrowly avoiding it's dirty mouth full of teeth...
When M'ara settled to the ground, she attempts to avoid as much glass as possible, quickly moving out of the sharded area...
As she floats serenely down into the glass works, M'ara brings her crossbow to bear upon on of the mayhem-ing goblins...
Nodding with satisfaction as some of the goblins slump over in slumber, M'ara joins the others in jumping through the broken skylight. She begins to plummet, but with a cutting motion of her hand, M'ara descent slows to a more comfortable velocity.
once Lief breaks through the window, the dark witch casts sleep down on the rampaging goblins...
Having Shivi return, M'ara relates the news of danger and revulsion to the others. When the rope becomes available, she climbs up with the others, looking down into the scene below. Shocked, she frowns but also nods at the power of the harrow cards to show her what comes. speaking lowly to the others, "I will attempt to put as many as I can to sleep... but first how do these windows open?"
"No need, Anton. M'ara says , sending Shivi flying up to look into the skylights.
Yeah...that was really neat! |
