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It's not snowing enough.*knows nothing*
“I love you Quib Snow.”
Looses another arrow into Quib Snow…
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For Iron Gods you’ll be wanting adamantine weapon blanch for your arrows.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a situation where someone was shooting into melee at a range of 800 feet. Not saying it’s impossible, but ranges usually are way shorter. Often close enough where point blank shot is useable.
My switch-hitting fighter got a lot of use out of adamantine weapon blanch while playing the Iron Gods AP.
Not out of reach, just not worth the price you pay. I posted using this alias because she is a fighter (mostly) with a 12, not 13, but a 12 intelligence. As a fighter, starved for skill points, that bonus skill point is nice. The 13 wouldn’t help with that. Furthermore, spending the buy point on intelligence would have hurt badly in other areas. What can you afford to give up? Not strength. Not dexterity. Not constitution. Not wisdom. So that leaves charisma. It’s a personal thing, but I choose not to dump that one either. It’s nice to be able to have a speaking role in the game. You know, a reasonable shot at an “aid other” diplomacy roll. On a funny side note, I’ve had my “aid other” diplomat end up being the party “face” due to the “face” player dropping out of the game. More than once.Anyway…
the big, dumb Fighter… “Who you callin’ big and dumb?” ;)
Thanks for running it Demonmoose. It was fun while it lasted.
Yeah, sad to see you go.
Nyssa lets her elemental fire fade away, then moves to encircle the last metalighost.
Stung by the sharp metal fragments, that seem to find every chink in her armor, Nyssa slashes at the presented opening in the steel-shard ghost's defenses.
Nyssa attacks the small metallic haunt again, in a blur of adamantium. She grips the hilt of her sword with both hands to lend precision to her aim.
Nyssa studies the thing as it forms, learning the pattern of its movements. then she ignites her sword with fire, the gift of her jann heritage. She strikes at the strange horror with her magic longsword.
"Looks like it's been a long time since anyone lived here." Nyssa's face has a thoughtful look about it. "I wonder where they all went."
Nyssa notices Kharamell going off his own way, and decides to follow, just in case.
Moving with surprising stealth for a woman in armor, Nyssa enters the room with the trapped pillar. With so much attention placed on her own movement, she is less than observant, however...
Nyssa looks around noting the options. "We probably should explore this level, before we go up..."
Nyssa assumes her place on the point, sword in hand. She continues to try and be sneaky, while keeping alert for danger.
"I was sure this core room would be a lift." Nyssa grumbles. The suli flourishes with her sword, then heads for the base of the stairs. She settles into a high crouch and tries to move with quietness.
At the bottom of of the staircase she pauses to take stock.
The wildly swinging door slams into Nyssa, painfully, but it also knocks her out of the way of the flames. "No one is stopping Tessara from checking for traps." If the flames subside, Nyssa will investigate the small room full of pipes, to see what might be lying about.
Nyssa shrugs. There had been talk of trapfinding skill and such. But that was all it was, just talk.
Once it seems like everyone is done looking at the books and whatnot, Nyssa retrieves her spike, then heads back to the entrance passage, and the large door at the tower's core. She pauses to examine the portal, looking for signs of danger as well as looking for a mechanism to open it.
"Nice. A payout." Nyssa smiles. The gold will be welcome, adventuring is costly sometimes.
"That gas must have lost it's strength over time." Nyssa hammers her spike under the door to wedge it open. Once that is done she searches the room.
"Another trap!" Nyssa exclaims, furious. She slams her armored shoulder against the door, trying to burst it open.
Intrigued, Nyssa goes over to the door and opens it the rest of the way. Then the suli pauses to look around, before proceeding over to the table and book.
Nyssa keeps watch while the others rummage through the books.
"Thanks Alexis. That feels much better now." Nyssa peeks around the edge of the door. "What is wrong with that stove?"
Nyssa's suli blood protects her from some of the heat, but the fire is too strong.
"The stove is clicking." Nyssa give the appliance in question a closer look.
Nyssa moves cautiously into the room to see what may be found.
"More stairs, inviting us upwards." Nyssa heads back to the room with the schematics, then around the central core area to the next unexplored chamber.
Nyssa buckles her armor back on. "Well, I've learned my lesson. From now on, it's cut first, parley later."
"You should."Nyssa agrees with Alexis. Then she notes Kharamell settling in. "We should keep a watch rotation through the night."
Nyssa begins collecting dry tinder to bring the fire back to life.
Once the fire is burning again the suli rummages through her pack, finishing with a frown.
If Iadenveigh is closer we could go there.
"Maybe we should take a few minutes to rest." Nyssa looks at Tessara's scattered, broken arrows. "Now might be a good time to treat some of your arrows with adamantium blanch, elf." If Tessara wants to keep her name secret, Nyssa is willing to play along.
Orgar's voice wakes Nyssa from unconsciousness. Even as she listens her instinct guides her hand to the hilt of her sword. Using the tip of the blade against the floor for support, Nyssa rises to her feet. "Orgar, eh? I'm Nyssa. We're snooping around this tower, trying to meet someone who styles himself The Smoke Wizard. These metal men don't seem to like us very much...
Nyssa hops back from the robots. "We are not intruders. Here to see Master Xoud by appointment. Why don't you stand down and let him know we are here."
Cool you're back Xunal. I just noticed that we have GM Paladin's: The Penumbral Accords [PFS CORE] game in common as well.
"Check the ground floor first, eh?" Nyssa crosses the hall and checks the opposite door.
Nyssa stands guard while Alexis studies the schematics.
Nyssa glances at the schematics. "Hmm. Interesting." The bored tone of the suli's voice indicates that she does not really find the schematics of interest.
Nyssa steps into the hall. "Seems like Xoud's not home. We might as well snoop around, since the front door's open, and all."
"Guess I'll have to test my blade against giants another time." Nyssa draws the aforementioned weapon, and peers within the tower.
I totally thought you had a knock spell, Kharamell.
"Probably..." Nyssa agrees with Alexis. 'Did you have something you wanted to try, Kharamell?" Nyssa has no way to check the door for magic wards, of course.
"If they ripped it off, they probably took it with them." Nyssa dutifully searches around for an object that might have been fitted to the circular cavity.
Nyssa shrugs at Kharamell's comment. "If we don't want to be taken for thieves, or assassins, we announce ourselves politely. Sneaking about sends a message, and not the sort that says: 'We are friendly.'"
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