Myth stands up slowly and nods to the Cleric, "My thanks Warden".
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Myth stands until the ice storm barrage, while he is certainly not dead, he is absolutely injured and needs healing to get back on his feet!
Myth targets the female drow with one of his more deadly spells!
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Myth casts a spell at the aloft Drow female firing several force missiles at her. Magic Missile SR
Myth tries to escape the web.
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Initiative "Pull me back oaf, pull me back, attackers!"
Myth leaves the thieves to pilfer the bodies as he inspects the wall. He turns to Mareth, "Not a real wall, care to take a peek on the other side?"
"Just as well, I will find a solution after I rest". Myth searches the area, if this is an ambush site, maybe there's something hidden here as well.
The elf nods to the big fighter for the assistance and frowns at the state of himself covered in webs. "A sign of what is to come no doubt. I shall have to prepare something to counter these damned webs..." He approaches Chandi, "Warden, have you a spell in your repertoire which grants Freedom of Movement to multiple allies or in our case, to your prisoners?"
<<BLINKS>> as he's still covered in spider webs...
The elf remains silent a his fellow prisoners bandy about, unfortunately their jokes are better than their fighting skills, at least thus far. he Wizard needs to remember that spell to escape webs...
Storyteller Shadow submission.
"Indeed, none of us saw that coming at all... what's next? Pulling thorns out of hell hound paws?"
"I'm sure this woman is some damsel in distress..." states the elf rolling his eyes.
"Put it on warrior, it has magical properties. The Handler has already taken the haversack it seems".
"Some of the script I can read but not the foul Drow language, I'd need to use a spell for that. Handler, do you read Drow?" Myth reads aloud the Abyssal script. Knowledge Religion "The pendant is an Unholy Symbol of Nulgreth , orcish god of bloodlust and war". Perception Myth then casts detect magic on all of the items found.
--- Myth cocks his head at Eddin and grimaces, "What, what are? If you were not babbling so much we could have a conversation that got somewhere. Feel free to refer to me as Master or Sir". He cracks s small grin and then gestures for Eddin to go first, "Don't let the Rogue collect all of the treasure..." He trails off as Ash throws the torch.
"No. I think we see all the pay Hugh Maine will ever deign to offer us as it unfolds before our eyes"."Unfolds before our eyes, eh? I guess that means paper notes only. So... no gold. And here I was getting my hopes up. Dang." "I at least can take solace in that when this endeavor ends, I will be me and you will still be you. Remember the sounds that violin makes while you lay dying as you undoubtedly will be stabbed in the back by some human younger and quicker than you in oh ten or perhaps twenty years in some filthy back alley street of a hovel you humans call cities. In five hundred years I might remember you... but it's unlikely". Myth pauses as Ash turns about and stares at he and Eddin trading barbs and shrugs.
"No. I think we see all the pay Hugh Maine will ever deign to offer us as it unfolds before our eyes"."Unfolds before our eyes, eh? I guess that means paper notes only. So... no gold. And here I was getting my hopes up. Dang." "Paper notes would be welcome versus the nothing we are receiving".
Myth shrugs, "Tomorrow, after rest, I may be able to find a spell that can repair it via magic. Here in these halls without a proper smithy there is no other possible solution to repair it".
The elf asks glancing around at his new "companions" - mouths stitched shut, adorned in choke collars, or otherwise manacled. "An interesting study in the treatment of prisoners eh? Humane treatment is any treatment the victor deems appropriate. The word hypocritical comes to mind... one final lesson taught by this realm we are being asked to defend and then promptly depart." "No. I think we see all the pay Hugh Maine will ever deign to offer us as it unfolds before our eyes".
Myth fires magic missiles at the same creature that Mareth crushed. MM Damage
Myth's slender fingers make arcabe gestures as the words of magical power spill from his lips, he fires rays of fire at the spider clinging to the ceiling from each hand. Scorching Ray - Ranged Touch Attack #1 - Damage Scorching Ray - Ranged Touch Attack #2 - Damage
Myth readies himself to do battle against of all things, bugs. Initiative
Myth turns in fear thinking something snuck up upon on the group and then relief as it is one of "theirs", "Where the hell were you?"
"Handler shall I dispel that magic or do you prefer we leave the illusion be as to not alert whoever may have created it in the first place? I'd hate to make a decision without getting input from someone whose ways are always right", he states giving a slight nod of deference to Chandi.
Myth chuckles at Eddin's stories, "Your knack for attracting the gullible is truly astounding Costayne. However did they catch and imprison you?"
Myth regards Eddin and nods, "Greater risk, greater rewards, the wisest thing you've yet stated. Still. Most of our so called "front liners" went poor so much greater risk".
"I fear I too have limits Handler, I've no spells that could aid in the detection of such magic except the most rudimentary of spells which I doubt would reveal much. I suppose if our heads were going to explode, they would have by now. You are correct though, we waste time bickering, we'll never see eye to eye. You set in your ways, I in mine. Let's complete this mission and go where fate takes us next".
"Your concern for the health and well being of your charges warms my dead black heart Handler. I fear I am not familiar with Irori, is a tenet of her faith callousness? Your devotion to that virtue is clearly abundant".
Myth frowns as she bonks Geygar, "Well, if we all die then I suppose you'll be fine down here all alone Handler. Lead on Eddie, we've done well so far, only lost some of our most powerful allies to mysterious circumstances. I am sure this endeavor will only get better". Myth remains near the Handler in the back where a Wizard should be.
"Handler, I do hope these disappearances do not trigger our collars. Perhaps you should remove them just to be safe, hate to not complete our mission..."
"I am well and ready to move forward once the Handler finished metaphysically touching Eddin with the taint of her God".
OK, Patrick's break and my RL madness have ended at seemingly the same time, if it's ok with you Pat, I'll keep Myth around to continue to be dour :-)
As it turns out, I will need to withdraw. RL will begin to keep me too busy to play in the number of games I am currently playing in. Thanks for the opportunity DM.
Myth stands and smiles, "Are we ready to move forward once more?"
Fortitude - Strength Myth gasps and sags to his knees. "Stupid creature..." He begins to call out the words to a spell, his chanting taking an almost ritualistic quality.
Myth stands and breathes, "Ah, much better". The wizard then stalks over to the Roper and uses his dagger to cut pieces off for use in spells or for future sales of components to others who may need it.
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Myth sighs, "Talking the drow to death won't kill them either..." Myth raises his hands and casts a spell at the creature.
Myth sees and studies what he can see of the beast.
Perception Myth pauses as Ash "disappears". "Something is wrong or our sneak thief is looking to make an escape. Either is a I suppose a possibility".
If we are as good at cracking skulls as we are cracking jokes, we should be done in no time!
I love how Atma so totally "gets" me. ;-)
"Looks real enough to pass off to a fool shopkeeper so keep them coming if such is your desire. Certainly, your magics inspire great awe within us all..."
Myth shakes his head as the Dhampir points at him, "By all means human, throw your silver at me, you'll find I am not so quick to throw it back. I've a use for it. No doubt the good time girls in the low rent district will suit your fancy as much as those at the classy high end establishments so all you'll need are your copper pieces for a good time. Speaking of a good time, can we move along and complete this mission? I've a slave collar to remove and a world waiting for me to subjugate it thereafter. Not this one of course Handler, I've seen the errors of my ways blah, blah, blah".
Myth sighs at Atma and states wistfully, "Indeed boring is what I am. Some call me calculating, I suppose it depends on the expansiveness of ones vocabulary. Regardless, I'll miss you when you are gone. Keep on with the caution Geygar, it's one of your few admirable traits".
"I have to disagree with the sentiment here my dear. A minor deity or it's agent would easily ascertain the energies that connect us to our dear Handler and slay her thereby slaying us all. Let's stick to finding and killing Drow. After all, isn't that the next blood type on your bucket list to taste?"
"Jergal, a minor deity of tombs, and the dead. He guarded the faithful from the forces of darkness. Regardless, sometimes a statue is just a statue. Carry on oh brave finder of traps".
"Jergal? Not a God I know of..." Knowledge Religion
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