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Merisiel purses her lips as she looks over Amiri and the giant arrow she was holding. "You know," she says with a chuckle, "I bet that would've helped out. Erastil's holy weapon, something descerating Erastil's temple? I bet Old Deadeye would've done us a solid." She shrugs and then continues, "It's over now, anyway. Time to report in, I guess. They'll be wanting their spear back at home base, probably."
Merisiel pants at the end of the battle, taking a moment to recover. In the past minute or two, she had run laps nearly, while also jumping and striking. Her muscles ached, but she maintained a wary eye on the daemon's body. I've seen these things come back to life one too many times. Better make sure it's really dead. "Hey, Muscles" she said after a moment, "and Fists, good work. Thanks for, you know, not letting me die. You too, Eyebrows. You and your chicken dinner helped out. You really did. I'm happy to have been forged in battle with you."
Merisiel chargers forward, putting all the momentum into her blade, hoping that Padrig distracted the creature enough for hear to stab under-handed. "Keep going; I've chipping it down!"
Merisiel furrows her brow, looking over the fight. "I've got an idea," she says as she begins to move backward into the hallway, ducking to avoid the daemon's attack. "If we lure it into the hallways, it'll have to stop flying. It's simply too big." She directs her words to the daemon, adopting a childish taunt, "Aren't you, you little bugger. You should've laid off the all-you-can-eat soul buffet a little." With a glance at Amiri, Merisiel mutters under her breath, "Dear gods, whoever'll watch us, please let Amiri see past her anger."
"Hey!" Merisiel shouts at it, waving her sword. "No fair! Against the rules!" The creature now far out of her reach, she pulls out a small sack seeming to ooze with chemicals. She twists her arm back, throws forward and the sack flies gently through the air toward the daemon.
Merisiel yelps slightly as the creature materializes behind her. "Yeah, guess this'll do, teddy," she quips as she dodges the creature's claws, almost dancing past its arms. As she bounds toward it, she draws her rapier. It hisses slightly as the metal scrapes against its scabbard. She ends her tumble with a bounce, propelling her thrust forward into the beast's shaggy fur and glowering eyes. "Muscles, I'll need you over here," Merisiel calls out, seeing the magic disappate from her blade. Dear gods, this is going to hurt.
I'm working my way over, haha. Sorry it's been taking me some time to post. I agreed to GM this month more than I should have (seriously, it's been a lot - I've gotten over 15 table credits in the past three weeks), and it's been really draining me. I'm trying to keep up as I'm really loving this game and hope to do more PFS play-by-post after this experience.
Merisiel, unable to see but hearing the devastation this creature is causing, draws a small vial from a belt pouch and quickly uncorks it. Drinking deeply, her movements suddenly begin to blur, her outline wavers. "I can kill this thing," she shouts, "just, you know, get it in my reach."
Merisiel scowls at the ram bleating in her face as she tries to slide past it, then waits for Sajan to come forward and attack. "Sajan, distract it!" Merisiel cries out, then grimances. Let's hope that this thing hasn't learned how to speak Taldane yet.
I don't really have an answer to a flying foe, unless I can jump on top of Padrig and have him fly me up :P
Merisiel springs back toward the rams, ignoring the flying creature for now. She readies to strike out with her rapier if one of the rams comes within her reach. "When those rams come near," she says with ragged, panicked breath as she realizes there would be no way for her to reach the large beast, "flank them and I'll take them out."
"Ah, pity," Merisiel says, looking at her allies, "there's no creepy weeping demons on this wall. I guess we just have to keep going, eh? I'm sure Muscle will be more than happy with that, won't she? Go back into the big room, point her in the direction of whatever looks unfriendly and let her go?"
"Very well, Balazar," Merisiel says as she moves to the door, quickly checking it as well to see if it was trapped. "It seems safe enough."
"I would not be surprised if the same things that controlled the creatures that killed Enoras and Larya were responsible for this," Merisiel says. She strides forward to touch the seeping water on the wall, looking closer to see if it gave up any secrets.
The dead bodies in the pool cause Merisiel's face to fall, and she mumbles to herself, May Erastil judge your sacrifice meaningful" before she begins to drag their bodies from the water to lay into some semblance of peaceful rest. Then Merisiel nods at the holy symbol. "It is always worth a shot; keys come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes. Balazar, I will only need one coating, or else I will need," she pauses for a moment as she takes stock of her daggers, "at least 6, possibly more. It would likely be best to cover my rapier and leave the daggers alone." She draws her rapier and dips it into the pool.
Merisiel nonds and joins the group gathering at the door. It seems reasonable, after, examining that. Stone on stone could be many things, and nothing good. Best to leave that until nothing else could come around a corner.
"Ah, Sajan, but what if I find a small vegetable garden and am overcome with excitement? In that case, I guess that you'll want to see it anyway, so it's likely a moot point," Merisiel says with a laugh. She looks down at the creatures and examines it, attempting to find any possible note or marker from its master, maybe even an indication of the true Enoras and Larya's fate. These humans have such short lives. If only I could give part of my life to lengthen theirs. If only Kyra was here; she would know what to do. Face still, Merisel straightens to her full height and says, "Yes, let us go through the front doors. Let me examine it for traps first, though." Taking a lantern, she strides forward toward the door, moving her feet slower and quieter as she passes through the arch. She quickly runs her fingers over the door, looking for any sigils or switches likely to trigger a trap, then leans down with her ear to it. Placing the lantern at her feet, she gestures to the group, indicating they should come forward.
Merisiel looks at the foul beast in anger and calls out to her allies, "Let's take these creatures down. Perhaps the priests still live." She moves forward over the broken column yet again, her rapier pointing at the featureless creature. However, the column shifts under her weight, and the rapier barely nicks the creature before her.
Meriseil glares at the woman and says, "Who are you? What have you done with Larya?" She steps next to her and draws her rapier. The steel glints sharply in the rapidly darkening courtyard as Merisel thrusts foward, hoping to catch the woman impersonating Larya off guard.
As a note, I'm EST and go to bed pretty early (though last night I was making a truly terrible life choice re: my thesis). I likely won't update after 8 or 9 PM EST, and will make my first post of the day around 9 AM EST.
Merisiel furrows her brow at the strange markings, but turns away from them without being able to decipher their meaning. She looks over to Enoras and Larya with suspicion, taking in the whole of them rather than the part. Something does not seem right about this at all. She gives a curt nod to Sajan and motions to the figure with a jutting thumb.
That makes sense. Sorry for moving too quickly! Also, your map looks beautiful. I think I'm going to adapt that style of map for my Second Darkness game.
Merisiel steps over to examine the broken column, a thoughtful look clouding her face as she pokes through the rubble for anything notable. Why can't vandals ever accidentially drop their coin purses? Would be good for them to do that on occassion, but noooo. "Well, these do seem to be former columns. But staring at them won't get things moving, will it?" Merisiel kicks a bit of loose rubble before glancing over the room for any other signs of the vandals.
I don't seem to be able to move the minis.
Merisiel comes slinking back from the temple, breaking into a stride once safely out of the building. "I think we're overreacting, guys," she says with a smirk. "The only person in their is that priest with the abs. Enoras, if the name comes back to me. There seems to have been some sort of damange done to the building, though. Perhaps there was a scuffle earlier? In any case, Muscles can lead that way if she wants."
Merisiel shrugs and says, "I'm not sure, muscles. Let me go ahead and scout it out." Merisiel moves towards the shadows of the building, hoping to gain some sort of cover in order to sneak through the door and peer into the room beyond. GM:
Merisiel slinks along the side of the building until she either sees something or gets more than 100 feet away from the party.
The elf rolls her eyes almost audibly, a clever trick for an elf with no whites of her eyes. "Look, muscles, don't damage the goods. We don't deliver the arrow-thing, we don't get paid. Besides, who knows if you can even break it." Merisiel looks her companions over before saying, "But I do think that she'll be the best weild it. Muscles is a good name as any for you."
I am spending 100 gp on a set of masterwork thieves' tools. I will have 3 gp remaining.
A tall, black-eyed elf stares out over the small group gathering as she mentally assesses her preparations. Her hands fly over the pouches and bandoliers she keeps her supplies in, light touches to count each item carefully packed for quick retrieval. 12 knives, 1 rapier, a couple potions... should be enough. What have I gotten myself into this time? Pay's better be good to bring me to this godsforsaken backwater. Her face pales slightly and she lets out a groan. "Ah, sting me," she says as she rechecks her bags. "I forgot my lockpicks.
I've set up Merisiel's page. Please let me know if you need any changes made to my formating. I know each GM has their own preferred style. |
