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I would like mine applied to Tsarra Arabilylth(153161-2002) She's a fresh character(level 1 - 0 XP) That said, Thank you for running this for us.
Merin dives for the hand holding the ring, maybe he can wretch it out of the creature's grasp....
Merin charges after the creature trying to gain some ground with it.
Merin immediately goes to keep people in the fight, or get them back into the fight at least.
Merin's eyes flit just a moment to Allania before he focuses on the sun's glory once more, launching a ray of fire at Vilree, before drawing a scroll from his bag.
Merin calls up the last healing blessing that he personally prepared, getting the Goblin Wizard back from near death, before scooting forward to see what he can do to help Allania up from the river,(If she needs it).
Merin sighs as the stitched horror bursts free from the water. With a quick prayer, he focuses on fouling aims and skills for now.
Merin holds back, both since he's the light source, as well as not that stealthy. He'll smile to Screech's offer, but shake his head. "Keep it," he whispers, as he watches the more silent slip forward.
"Because to her, they're opportunities to learn something,"Merin replies, looking over the remains of that beast. "What she was learning from that, however, I'm not sure I want to know." He pulls out one of the healing scrolls that the group purchased in Etran's Folly, and channels some energy through it, letting some positive energy settle on the party. "Hopefully, she doesn't have much left to deal with,"
Merin quickly pulls another javelin of light and wildly hurls it at the monster before them, before following Gobil down the tunnel.
"You have far too many things to swing...,"Merin mutters as he snaps his fingers, and calls a mote of flame, that lances out a ray of fire at the creature. Then, he digs into his pouch and quickly stanches some of Gobil's bleeding with a few quick poultices.
"I hate when I'm right...," Merin darts quickly into the room, unfurling the scroll in hand. He quickly chants the inscribed words, and as the scroll falls to pieces, He reaches forward and touches Allania's blade, pushing the temporary enchantment onto the blade.
"I have a bad feeling about this...." Merin mutters as he holds back a little, drawing one of the scrolls of Magic weapon out.
Being the light source at the moment, Merin follows Allania and Hulgur as well.
"As deep as she wants,"Merin answers Chewface's question, though mostly rhetorically. "If she's not in here, let's move though. We can search the room after the threats are dealt with."
After a moment's thought, Merin pauses and calls a small blessing from the Dawnflower, and after a moment, his shield begins to glow with a warm light. "Let's continue," he says afterward, going to follow whomever is in the lead.
"Feel free, Gobil,"Merin responds, as he looks over the notes. "I'm not sure if we're too late, or in the nick of time, but either way, we have to finish this now. Vilree's not up here, so she must be downstairs. Let's go find her."
"Let's check out upstairs quickly for threats before we had down stairs,"Merin says a bit dispassionately. "So long as there's noone or nothing up there, we can then move to clear out the basement, where I expect her to be."
"We've seen a lot of it used. The poisoned tree with the Wolves, the Orcs in the caves; she's used a lot of the reagents already."Merin responds after thinking about it a bit. "If she hadn't decided to off Bort so sloppily, she'd probably would have executed her plan with out anyone the wiser."
Merin goes into his bag and fishes out the healing elixir that he had, and hands it to Allania. "Think you can stomach this?" he asks as he does so.
Merin quickly sheathes his blade before calling another javelin of light, and hurls it at the injured drudge.
Seeing that Screech has done some healing on Allania, Merin continues to wail on the drudge that he's near, bringing up his shield up at the last to keep it at bay.
Merin takes a step out of the puddle, before continuing to attack the foe that he began to attack.
"Shouldn't be surprised...She probably made them, after all," Merin muses, as he moves into the room and draws his blade. With a quick swipe, he goes to strike at the one closest to this end of the room.
Merin returns the scroll he pulled out to his bag, and pulls out the heal scroll that they found in the throne cache. After a moment's thought, he looks at the others and nods. "I hope this is enough for now. I'd want to stop to better administer first aid, but we've already discussed pushing forward." he says,before begins to cast the spell from the scroll to wash over the whole group.
Seeing the first shark go down, Merin calls another lance of light to hurl at the remaining one. ◆◆ Cast Divine Lance on blue
Noting the lack of damage from Chewface's flames, Merin pauses for a moment before sheathing his scimitar. With the free hand, he forms what could best be described as a javelin of light and hurls it at the brine shark fighting Allania.
Merin is only slightly surprised when the trap is sprung, after all, it only made sense that something like that would be protected. With a quick step forward, he swiftly patches up Chewface, and draws out one of the scrolls they purchased from the caravan.
Noting the group's opinion, Just keeps his mouth shut. However, the homonculus is another story. With a wordless rush, he draws his scimitar and takes a wild swing at the familiar.
"South," Marin adds to the conversation as he steps up behind Allania and Hulgur. As he tucks the scroll of heal and restoration into his back, he adds, "So, Are we going to try to subdue her and take her back to Etran's Folly, if it's possible?"
Merin's eyes fall onto the canvases. Walking over to the one on the right, he half-asks, "Do you think this is an image of Vilree? If that's the case, then she's the one that taught, or at least funded, these orcs in whatever alchemical disasters they're causing. and it's also likely that she's a spellcaster of some sort."
"We're in, we're though. that's all that matters," Merin says as he walks to the cave as well. "Of course, my question is: Is this Spite's cradle, or just an outpost that was setup on the way?"
Merin grunts in pain as the attacks land. While he'd prefer to focus on defeating the orcs, keeping himself up and getting Hulgur up is a greater priority. So, with another prayer to Sarenrae to mend his fallen friend, the cleric turns to his training as a medic to heal himself.
Merin follows Chewface's flame with a strike of his own, before noticing that Hulgur is being held up practically by his bluster alone. With a quick prayer to the Dawnflower, he gestures to him and unleashes a burst of healing on him.
Merin draws his blade and makes 2 wild and inaccurate swings at the orc in front of him.
With a little bit of a heady rush, Merin decides to do something foolish. He slips toward the massing of Orcs, raises his hands and throws out a spray of fire over the group, hoping to thin the group out.
"Well, we're in at least," Merin says with a chagrined look on his face. As the gate creaks open, he quickly enchants Huglur's staff then bounds through the gate.
After spending a moment ensuring that the knot is tight, Merin creeps forward a bit. "Here goes nothing," he says as he tosses his hook and rope to the top of the palisade and goes to begin to scale the wall.
Merin reaches into his bag and withdraws a grappling hook and rope, to begin to tie the two together. "I think I agree with you. Mount the wall and see if we can spring the gate for anyone that's uncomfortable with the climb?"
+1 striking is 100gp, and that's if we can get a striking rune. Is that possible, Worg? If not, We could drop some funds into several scrolls of Magic Weapon. Likewise, I would want a scroll of Dispel Magic in the group, as well as a couple 1st level Heal scrolls, Just in case.
Okay, not botching first aid checks any more. That's been driving me crazy. Skill increase: Medicine --> Expert
Merin breathes a sigh of relief when Allania recovers enough to get back up. "That was too close," he says, as he turns his attention to Hulgur, in an attempt to patch him up as well. "Hopefully, this 'Spite's Cradle is wherever Vilree is holed up.' He takes a look at the map briefly, before asking, "Can anyone estimate how far from the stump this is? I'm awful with directions."
Merin barely registers the defeat of the ooze, as focused as he is on Allania.
"No!," Merin cries out. In a panic, he dives around behind the leopard and Hulgur and futilely tries to get her back up. Failing that, he glances at Hulgur and has more success healing him. ◆ Stride
Seeing that this creature is effectively immune to his blade, Merin still slips into the room, and calls the last blessing that he asked for today. With the final word of that chant, he sprays the fan of fire and cries out"We might want to go heavy on all those bombs we found earlier!"
Merin sighs faintly as the fighting continues. "Very well," he whispers before calling his last blessing of mending onto Hulgur and draws his blade.
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