I hope the same for all of you.
Search Posts
I'm truly sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to take a leave of absence from the paizo forums for a while. This year hasn't been much fun for any of us, I'm sure. And just last week, two people at my job have been diagnosed with COVID-19.
I'm not sure when I'll be back. Of course I hope it'll be sooner, rather than later. Please bot my character as appropriate.
"Do we know we got all of their slaves out?" Molly asks, arms crossed and a pensive frown on her face. "And didn't they have ogres and trolls? Those might be stupid and aggressive, but they're strong and they can be bullied into doing an honest day's job."
Chwaer takes in all the details and ponders the possibilities. "I wonder if we could find a way to poison or affect Qupenarth's food. Making them sick might cause discord in the camp at the very least. And the Wickerman might be an easier target if we can figure out how to put it out. Skirklata and Rohkinirr sound like the most difficult challenges." "As for ruining their food... Just point me to the nearest rats or lemmings."
"I must be getting old, then," Molly says, dryly. "Us two-legged folks get short again when we age, unlike you dragons, who just keep getting bigger."
"Let's not swap the names of our birth towns just yet," Molly says in a dry tone. "If someone - anyone - gets captured and tortured - or enslaved by a magic orb - it'd be best if they can't mention anything that's going the families - or hoards - of the other party stomped by a bunch of angry Giants, am I right?"
Soaring is perfect! Little ones would get eaten. The big ones can circle on thermic and get a literal bird's eye view!All right, tell me what you want to do. I want to bribe some of those high-soaring birds to tell us what the giants' movements in the area are - with food, of course. The birds are supposed to be here, so they shouldn't be suspicious. Also, they won't actually be under a spell; they'll be doing their thing, just so long as we pay them. They'll be ideal for getting us a good idea where the enemy is, so we can ambush and hamstring them!
My condolences as well, Pyrrhus.
Soaring is perfect! Little ones would get eaten. The big ones can circle on thermic and get a literal bird's eye view!
Man, it's still weird to see that new avatar... ^^;
I'd really like to get some birds spying for us.
"No fear. Next time, I attack from cover," Molly replies in a dark tone. "One time drowning on my own blood was enough."
"I did die of a huge chest wound. Well, more of a huge everywhere wound. It's not much fun," Molly notes. She starts to walk and frowns at her slow pace. "Ugh. No offense, Sander, but how do you keep up so well with legs this short...?"
"How the actual flying flipping f~!~ do I honor someone whose name and and life I do not know?" Molly asks, her eyes wild, shocked and distraught. "Why would she go and do a thing like that for someone she didn't even know? What the hell, man? This is serious. This is a f~!!ing life debt, the bad kind. Anyone get her name? The name of her tribe? Her family? Ye GODS, guys! I'm a Kellid, this is serious stuff in my tribe!"
"Wait. She what?" Molly asks, horrified.
"My Mum never bought us clothes when we were little," Molly replies. "Dad went out and killed something, and then Mum made us clothes out of the hides and furs. So how'd I know?"
"I en't richer, 'cause I'm gonna needta have all me clothes altered," Molly grumbles at Pyrrhus. "Yeah? Which one is she? She hidin'-shy or summat?" Molly asks Storn.
"I can set things on fire, no worries," Molly grumbles. "That and conjure up a place to sleep for the most vulnerable. Now. Show me the Druid that brought me back; we'll talk about how to take care of your people. After that: please tell me there's a seamstrwss with your lot. These trousers were not fitted for a Gnome."
Thanks, DM Bigrin. ^_^
"Someone brought me back as a Gnome?" Molly asks Chwaer. "Why didn't they just bring me back as..."
Molly's voice goes flat. "Someone cast Reincarnate on me, didn't they. Sivanah's fourth veil! I've been reincarnated as... Ugh." The Witch crosses her arms and shakes her head -- then uncrosses them before her trousers can head south again. "Alright. I'll deal. I can deal with this. Just tell me one of these people knows how to alter clothes. And where's the Druid who turned me into a... who brought me back, anyway? Should at least shake 'em by the hand or summat." You notice the green-haired Witch is still glowering when she says this.
The Gnome staggers to her feet, swaying in place for a moment, and looks down on herself again. She barely manages to grab her belt before her trousers start to sag.
She looks up - and her jewel eyes widen as she discovers she is looking Sander directly in the eye. She utters a curse in Gnomish - then looks nonplussed.
Thank you, Chwaer. ^_^
"That's what I'd like to kno- Wait. Why's my voice all squeaky?-" The Gnome looks down at herself, then notices a lock of her hair and grabs it, holding it up for scrutiny. "You lot don't just look tall because I'm lying down, do you," she says, her voice toneless and her eyebrows lowering in a threatening manner. "What happened."
I must apologize. I was working to beat a deadline, which I did. But it left me seriously wiped out... I am truly, humbly sorry for holding everything up for you guys.
Yeah, try to stay alive long enough so you can rez me. :p
Molly chants in an eldritch language - and blasts the lead giant with a bolt of lightning!
Molly activates her Flight Hex and moves to a point where she can draw a bead on multiple Giants.
Before combat begins, Molly activates her Flight Hex. When the bombs go off, the Witch breaks cover and flies into position, chanting as she goes. When she stops - she hurls a bolt of lightning that lashes the two leftmost Giants! Giantish:
"Good day and goodBYE, you too-tall cretins!"
Take your time!
"It's a straight line," Molly replies, shrugging. "I can aim over the slaves' heads, and with my Flight Hex I can make double sure they're not in the strike zone. That said, nothing's stopping a giant that spots me from picking someone up as a living shield. So I'd need invisibility... again." The Witch gives Sander a crooked smile. "Sorry to keep putting you on the spot, my friend. If I could cast that spell myself, I would. But I'm no Deception Witch."
"My strongest spell is still Lightning bolt," Molly notes. "That works best if they're lined up. Also, we need to keep in mind that as soon as something goes wrong, the giants blow their horns and then the whole camp comes charging out." The Witch scratches herself behind an ear, thoughtful. "I hate to say it, but I think we need to do more harm to the camp before we free the slaves. MUCH more harm. We need to weaken them so they won't react as quickly as they like... or desensitize them." Slowly, a nasty grin spreads across Molly's face. "Anyone here know how to cast ghost sound? If the sound of a horn blown keeps sounding from one of those towers when there's nothing wrong, well... I reckon that'll be a good start to begin breaking their security."
Take your time! Was the trip all you hoped it to be, or at least <60% thereof?
"I know they got at least one svathurim, teaching them how ta ride mammoths," Molly replies, shrugging. "I know there's a one-eyed mammoth by name of Willie. Honestly, if I'd been after doin' some espionage, I'da needed more time invisible. I got in, made a big mess, and I got out. And I can do it again; there's loads of stuff I can set on fire in there."
"It'll work as long as mammoths fear fire and I can get close enough," Molly replies, shrugging.
No fool, her, Molly gets going as soon as the mammoths run from her fire. She flies back to her original vantage point, then cautiously makes her way back to camp -- making sure no one and nothing is following her. "Heya, lads. What'd you get up to?"
"Alright, boys. Can't say I didn't try," Molly sighs -- and she chants a spell. Flame, crimson and baleful, blossoms out of nowhere and lances into the dry hay...!
Molly looks at the mammoths to make sure -- do they all have only one eye? If so, she uses Feral Speech Hex again. But this time, she mimics the voice of a creature even mammoths must fear: the Smilodon!
"They're going to eat the calves first. While their mothers are watching," Molly tries. "Come on, lads; you're big and strong! Why not break out? There's wide open plains full of grass out there. And no fat Giants to sit on top of you."
Molly makes a beeline for a cluster of mammoths if she can find one. Once she is within the beasts' hearing distance, she activates her Feral Speech Hex and whispers: "The Giants are plotting to eat you all for for dinner tonight! Spread the word!"
First off, from her place of hiding, Molly casts Detect magic and scans the scene below her. If she does not spot anyone with magical auras among the guards, she drinks the extract of Invisibility she got from Sander and activates her Flight Hex. Invisible, inaudible, and doing her damndest not to hit anything, the Witch flies into camp. At the first sign that she's been spotted, she activates Snake Style and makes ready to beat a swift retreat.
Meh. I'm sure the guys can survive me splitting off for a bit without too much trouble.
Sounds good to me! When sneaking into enemy territory with the intent to cause confusion, it's best to activate multiple plans at once. ^_^
Molly stares at Pyrrhus... and gives him a hearty clap on the shoulder. "Pyrrhus, I know we haven't known each other long, but I already like you. We're going to get along just fine."
Molly smiles at Pyrrhus, next. "Who knows? If we can cause a big enough mess, maybe we can pull a Storn and smash the whole operation in one go. You'd like that, wouldn't ya, big boy?"
|