It definitely was, and I'm sorry to see this campaign end. I was looking forward to seeing it develop. Thank you for the time GM'ing, Aumakua.
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Did I miss anything about a break coming up? Just wanting to make sure I'm on the same page about what's happening.
"Yes, 33 gold monarchs for the gems. I hope this Ulman is able to help the townspeople. We are all lucky that Odo was able to hold the defenses together." Mistra's tone becomes questioning at the end of her statement, inviting the dwarf to comment but not pressing for information the craftsman might consider sensitive.
Mistra looks at the gem merchant, and then back to the gems.
That would be acceptable, master Lapidary. Are they hoping the necromancy can revive the fallen? Mistra's questioning keep the focus on her; she has noticed Penance's attemps to stay in the background and is trying to do what she can to subtly assist.
Mistra smiles at the dwarf, doing her best to be charismatic with the dwarf. Yes, Master Lapidarist. I believe we were discussing the value of the gems we recovered in our travels. This is another of my companions. She gestures towards Penance, but it is a quick movement, designed to keep attention focused on herself. Mistra turns towards the counter, then pauses for a moment. Necromancer? While Mistra is not going to pass judgement, she is quite curious about how a necromancer could be involved.
Mistra watches the bustle around the gate, then flexes her very un-spectacular muscles. Yep, not much I can do to help here. I'll go back to the finish our business with the gem merchant, as Valghaz suggests. Does anyone else want to come along? She is relieved that the gate held and the attack was rebuffed, but has the feeling this town might not be healthy to stay in longer than the minimum necessary - and getting those gems turned into something more useful would be a fine first step to getting out of here and on their way again!
Mistra spins the staff widdershins, bringing it to rest in front of her and leaning on it. She catches her breath, looking around at the devastated gate and remains of the attacking force. Wow. That's an interesting experience. This happen often to you folk? Her question is not addressed to any specific creature; she's mostly just voicing out her reaction to the attack.
Mistra laughs as she diverts the incoming spear. Now this is more like it! For the ferry! She yells the last as she attacks the gnolls in front of her; going for the closest to follow up the dazing thumps she'd just delivered.
Mistra reverses course, seeing the gnolls rush into the town. She moves down the rope she had previously ascended, and goes after the closest gnoll.
Mistra targets the last gnoll on the ground, slamming her quarterstaff into it.
After the very satisfying crunch of wood hitting flesh, Mistra turns her attention to the gnoll still standing on the wall. She throws herself into climbing the rope still hanging down from the top, determined to take the battle to the gnoll.
Mistra reacts to the gnoll repelling down by attempting to give it a solid thwack with her quarterstaff. With two gnolls on the ground, she's starting to feel outnumbered! She redoubles her focus on attacking, believing the best defense is a good offense.
Mistra dodges to the side as the arrow flies by, and uses her momentum to swing around; she focuses on the gnoll whose bone cracked so loudly, determined to fend off this barbaric invasion.
Mistra takes the final steps closer to the gnolls, knowing that she cannot support the men at the gate with brawn or inspire them with words. She attacks the gnoll directly in front of her, trying to stay far enough back that the others must open themselves to an attack if they advance.
Mistra charges forward, but stops just short of the gnolls breaking through the defenses - she's going to make them come to her.
Hearing the alarm and seeing the rush, Mistra is grateful that she regularly carries her quarterstaff and takes off with Aladair. She hopes to find a position from which she can help defend; while she does have a light crossbow, it is not nearly as effective in her hands as a quarterstaff.
Mistra moves to stand beside Alastair, subtly placing Penance behind her and attempting to divert the attention of the shopkeeper. Please, answer a question for me. How often do visitors come through town? Are there ever any groups of men who might be... shall we say, of interest to the law?
Mistra walks up and down the shelves, perusing the contents. There isn't a whole lot that fits into "immediate needs', by her judgement, but... Aladair, if you could add some rope to the list? It came in handy getting here; another coil or two wouldn't hurt.
Mistra looks down at herself at Aladair's words. I suppose I am presentable enough for the trading post. Practical needs should be met before luxuries. Making sure to catch the innkeeper's attention, she waves towards the door. Master Odo, I will be returning shortly and will gladly take the offer of a wash basin. She heads towards the door, accompanying the elf and anyone else going to the trading post.
Mistra looks over at Penance at the Innkeeper's words. I don't mind bunking with you if you don't mind. It would certainly be nice to have a chance to sleep under a roof. Turning to Odo, she directs her next request to him. I would like cider as well, sir. Does your inn have any provision for washing? We've been through a bit, and I at least would appreciate cleaning up.
Mistra starts off after the elf. I'll take you up on that offer! Mistra worries what the prices at the inn will be... This whole adventure wrangled her in because she did not have enough coin to stay the night at an inn, after all.
Mistra edges away from the dwarf, moving closer to Aladair. What he said, exactly. We've had enough troubles because of bandits. Being mistaken for them after what we went through to get away from them? No thank you!
Understood and thank you. I hadn't considered that Elixir could be used multiple times - just that we went through a lot of healing and I could not contribute. So that's actually a power boost in my eyes!
@ DM: Do you have any thoughts on my two questions? Should I go for something else? Just wanting to make sure I'm on the same page.
Simple level up: 2 Eldritch Invocations, HP, two spells slots instead of one, and one more spell known. Eldritch Invocations Selected: Fiendish Vigor and Devil's Sight
Question for the spell known: can I take the Healing Elixir spell from the Starter Spells Unearthed Arcana? Question on the Fiendish Vigor: if we have more than a minute uninterrupted can I be assumed to have cast it with max effect, or should I roll it out every time?
After having the direction helpfully pointed out by Aric, Mistra does a quick check of the surrounding area to make sure everyone is ready, and then suggests the group head in the direction of the river. If the group can reach the river, they will know roughly where they are.
Mistra looks around, then shrugs. I don’t know where we are, but with good light and no enemies around I say we keep moving while conditions favor us.
Mistra jumps out of the way as the hook comes clanging back down, almost knocking into her head. She watches as Valghaz takes the rope, straightens it out, and proceeds to make a much more impressive attempt at the process. That was very well done, Master Valghaz. Thank you - I do not want to be in these tunnels any longer than necessary!
Mistra nods in thanks to Penance, threads the rope through the eye of the grappling hook and knots it securely together, and then takes a step away. She swings the grapple, slowly playing out enough line. Here we go! With short grunt she lets the hook fly up the shaft.
Mistra rummages through her pack when they notice the ceiling shaft. Its got to be here somewhere... She pulls a grappling hook from the pack and sets it aside, then looks to the rest of the group with a frustrated sigh. Looks like I forgot to replace my rope after I used it to tie up... well, never mind that. Doesn’t matter now. The point is, does anyone else have some rope?
Mistra nods in appreciation at Aladair's actions. With my luck, I wouldn't be upright long enough to use one.
Mistra looks on as Aladair walks towards the main cavern, shrugs and responds. I'm game. Let's find our way out of here. She grabs the shield off the ground, and motions towards the cloak and vials while looking at Conner. Do you want to grab those? We definitely don't want to leave them behind.
Mistra shares the information with the rest of the group. I do not think there are any curses on these items... It seems they are designed for protection. The vials, I do not recognize.
When Mistra sees that no one is well-equipped to study the items, she leans forward to see if her limited knowledge of the arcane can find any clues.
She also uses her quarterstaff to nudge open the satchel, curious what might be inside it.
Mistra peers over Aladair's shoulders as he shows the items he had found to the rest of the group. We ought to be careful with those.. Lost in a place like this, they may be cursed. I wonder if anyone has any familiarity with curses? I'm afraid I am not the one to break a curse if it's present...
Mistra stretches as she recovers from her nap, feeling like she's managed to actually get some rest.
Seeing that Aladair is not with the main group, Mistra lights a torch and walks over to the Elf. It's not the best idea to wander caves alone at the best of time - we shouldn't tempt fate to teach us a lesson. have you found anything to suggest a way out?
Mistra shakes her head in a negative to Penance's question. To be honest, I'm still woozy from that bite... I think I'll just sit and rest a moment until we have to move again.
Hearing the sounds of battle grow quiet, Mistra speaks. Ummm... Guys? Penance? A bit of help here? I don't feel so good... Mistra is still stuck in the spider webbing, and not liking her chances of breaking free anytime soon...
Taken by surprise when the creature snarls her in webbing, Mistra fights against the sticky filaments.
Mistra moves to follow Penance after crushing the spider-skull, but she slows as she nears the edge of the light. Does anyone have a light?! It's too dark for me to follow further! She yells to the rest of the party.
Mistra takes heart from the successful attacks and steps forward to attack the spider, spinning her staff about to gain momentum.
As the brown spider scurries into view, Mistra makes one last attack at the spider...thing... as it drags Penance out of the light.
She's being dragged left! Come on, everyone! Mistra does not want to lose the Tiefling. Quite aside from the assistance in combat, she seems to be an interesting person. Plus, there's no telling what Aric's reaction would be to losing his boss... Let's not go there. We'll get her back.
Mistra shouts in triumph as the beetle falls, and starts limping towards Penance. Hold on! I'm on my way! Mistra has the inane thought - possibly a side effect of being poisoned - that Penance cannot really hold on to anything since she is not in control of her movement at the moment.
Mistra attacks the beetle once again, trying to free Aric.
She hears Penance's cry for help, but cannot reach her while the beetle is pinning Aric.
Mistra stumbles towards the spiderlike figure, swinging her staff wildly.
Mistra's face tightens with a grimace as the giant beetle hangs on to her leg. She twists and flails, trying to get away from the insect.
Mistra sees the beetle moving forward from the edge of the light and readies herself to be in it's way. She limps slightly but moves on nonetheless.
Mistra shakes off the paralysis with the administration of the potion. Ugh... My head hurts.. What happened? I see we lost our escort... She stands and moves towards the middle of the group, leaning a little more heavily on her quarterstaff than usual.
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