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Scout meeting tonight, campout this weekend, might be Sunday before I con do it right.
Still giggling, the gnome almost breaks out int full laughter as he releases a burning ray at the still moving tree.
Obviously, he's enjoying himself too much to pay enough attention to what he's doing . . ..
"Wow! WOOD!" The gnome takes a moment and "lines up a shot" across his thumb before he begins casting.
"I think I'm good." The gnome turns and looks at the empty air next to him. "What do you think?" He nods like he's listening.
Adjusting position for maximum benefit, the gnome giggles as he draws forth the primal energies of the universe. If it puts him next to a target, he will cast Burning Hands defensively (auto-success) - or just cast if not.
As the fire is washing over his targets, he starts to dance a little jig . . ..
As everyone starts pouring through the doorway, the gnome's face falls. "But, I was gonna . . .." and then he waddles after them. Seeing that he can't get past all of them, he trows out the idea of using one of his cone spells, and targets one of the bandits in the back with a ray.
Eyes nearly as wide as the grin on his face, the gnome takes up a position with a good line of sight to the doorway, but out of reach, of course.
The gnome mumbles under his breath and kicks a chair leg.
As she steps out and makes a simple threat, the gnome's eyes sparkle and might be smouldering? He raises his hands and . . . drops them with a disappointed look on his face as the group seems intent on talking to her.
The gnome starts poking around, being overtly curious about what's in the room besides us.
Sorry, work went late yesterday, getting me home basically in time to leave for my Boy Scout Troop meeting, and then when I got home my wife had passed out and I had to be on formal grandchild watching duty until Mom got back from work, and by that time it was 2 hours after my bed time . . .. Today I'm just tired. Fortunately, I don't think it had much impact in this game.
The gnome jumps to his feet, and groans, realizing how stiff he's gotten while he was trying to build straw houses to keep himself entertained.
"'Observe' the house? Really? Do you have any idea how BORING that is? Houses don't do anything, really. They sit there, and slowly catch wood rot, that sort of thing. Now, a good fire is always moving, always changing, always reaching out for more fuel. Watching the house burn wouldn't be anywhere near as boring . . .."
The gnome crosses his arms and frowns, his lower lip protruding significantly, as he looks wistfully at the wooden structure and imagines it burning . . ..
"A building full of bad guys! Can I burn 'em out? Please?"
"But they could be really really warm for a minute or so . . .. Building things IS a way to make a living, silly!"
The gnome's face scrunches up, as his head begins moving back and forth, looking first at the snowman, then at Andor, then back, then . . ..
The gnome struggles to get to a spot where he might provide a less attractive target for the elk before casting another spell which wraps the atomie's head in a wreath of fire that was formed from sounds . . ..
The conversion ability is core rules for elemental sorcerers. "Bloodline Arcana: Whenever you cast a spell that deals energy damage, you can change the type of damage to match the type of your bloodline. This also changes the spell's type to match the type of your bloodline." The core of my interpretation is that a spell which does energy damage can have the type of damage changed to fire. Pretty simple and clear, I thought. Double-check the quote text, though, so that there's no concern I'm stacking the deck. Edit: Disrupt Undead "You direct a ray of positive energy. You must make a ranged touch attack to hit, and if the ray hits an undead creature, it deals 1d6 points of damage to it." A ray of positive energy that does damage. Spell is Necromantic with no subtype. Magic Missile "A missile of magical energy darts forth from your fingertip and strikes its target, dealing 1d4+1 points of force damage." Magical energy that does damage. Spell is Evocation with subtype [Force]
Even beyond that, JJ stopped answering these sorts of questions because of how frequently the rules team disagreed with him and the reality that basically none of his answers wer3 ever included in the actual FAQ or errata. Nope, I didn't follow your link until he indicated it was a JJ answer.
The gnome moves around the tree the other way, trying to get a line of sight to the disturbance.
The gnome is busy picking his nose and comparing the buggers to the "ornaments" in the tree, so he does not interfere with the stealth roll.
"Interesting ornaments. Almost fetish-like . . .. Hunh." And the gnome goes to move on. "Search? Search where? They are right in front of us!"
The gnome adjusts his position slightly while he points at the wyrmling and chastises it. "Bad wyrm thingie! No supper for you here." You see his mouth move, but the next words are taken by magic and delivered only to the Wyrmling, as a swirl of fire about its head.
"I bet someone wants to look in that instead of having me blow it up."
The psychic would lie to you to make you feel better anyway. As a grumpy old man, let me share with you one of the best pieces of advice I've heard about finding "the right" job. You won't. Don't follow your passion looking for a living. Look for a living and BRING your passion with you. In my case, I had the USAF train me as a computer programmer, and I spent DECADES working as a computer programmer. Honestly, 1986 through 2016 I was either programming or managing programmers. In 2016 the USAF gave me the option of accepting a new position or looking for a new job. I accepted the position. Now I manage the IT staff providing all communications services to all USAF medical personnel in my immediate area. Our network stretches across more than 50 buildings scattered across one of the largest cities in America. Because helping people get better seems like a really important task to me, I easily bring my passion to work with me, even though talking about how many telephones a new building will need is WAY down the list of tasks I ever thought I would care about. My job satisfaction is higher than it has been in over a decade. Not because of what I do, but because I care about the 3rd and 4th order impacts of what I do. Because I know it makes a real difference in the lives of other people. In case you don't recognize it, that advice is one of the nuggets regularly distributed by Mike Rowe.
Shuffling his feet in his excitement like he's dancing, the gnome mumbles a few key phrases and makes strange gestures with his hand, before lifting it up to his nose, holding a nostril shut, tilting his head back and . . . blowing his nose at one of the zombies in the back? The phlegm, which truly isn't phlegm, moves towards the zombie more like a ray spell effect, sparkling with the reds and oranges normally associated with fire.
"Ooooh! Those should burn nicely."
Emma? We're not in town anymore. We're all out at the ambush site, talking about the signs of the attack (or ignoring them).
Arriving at the scene, the gnome frowns. "Well, this doesn't look like that big a deal. Just some brigands robbing a carriage, right? Looks like they went that way." He points out the obvious trail leading away, and starts to follow his own pointing finger (unless somebody stops/distracts him).
"Ice and cold and shatters and stuff? Cold is bad. Seriously bad. I don't like to be cold, or get cold, or snow, or . . .. Anybody got a couple of good winter coats?"
I'm support staff for a large medical organization. I don't work on Thanksgiving, but I work both the day before and the day after.
--- Knocks on door. "Hey. So, I hear you've got the survivor in there. Can he talk? What's all this noise about him being both a bodyguard and the only survivor. Doesn't that mean he failed his duty?"
. Reused alias, completely different build. Still cleaning up the profile and need to do some writing.
I am man enough to admit that I play cross-gender poorly. Frequently, once I have a concept submitted and there is no required additional interaction, I won't post again without cause. I don't know the reality of the situation, here, but . . ..
As I said I was reusing the alias of an unused character, I went ahead and transferred what I have completed of the concept into that profile, and am now posting using it. I should continue filling out the holes through the day. Pretty much down to gear and advancement thoughts already. Yes, this was the closest gnome picture to the concept that wasn't the iconic female druid. Those are better only because of the hair color, honestly.
Mas'ud empowers his blade yet again. "Fall, you worthless dog! Why do you still stand?"
He attempts to put the pointy end of his rapier in the pugwampi, but things don't look promising right now . . ..
Smiling at the dancing display, Mas'ud empowers his blade and attempts to stick the remaining opponent.
Mas'ud draws his blade while attempting to maneuver into position to provide Taldor a flank on the larger Pugwampi.
Tolus examines the story on the wall and asks Finn, "Could this be that saint you mentioned earlier?" "It must be. That combines nicely with the story of the monastery and all."
"So, we're going deeper into the building, then? I really hope we've seen the last of those dog things. Pugwampees?"
"Malak and Jezebel? I am Mas'ud, a simple teller of tales. I agree, your assistance was quite timely! I add another thousand thank yous to the ones already offered."
Mas'ud starts cleaning up, gathering sling bullets and crossbow bolts which can be salvaged. "We have more to do before we can claim to have finished this task."
Mas'ud charges his blade while he moves to strike at the last thing in the rafters, should it fall.
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