Feeling the burning wounds from the dragon, Oksana begins to back away towards the door. She flings a sleep hex at the beast, in hopes to slow it down some.
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Initiative: Ref Save: Resist cold: 5 Total Cold damage: 0 (1/2 damage for save=5-5 for Resist Cold)
Feeling the cold air brush past her, Oksana steps forward into the room with the halfling. "It's very cold in here Ner. You might want to stand back for a moment until it warms a bit. I am going to have a look at those runes." She walks in and studies the icy runes on the door.
Oksana helps to get the water and food to the poor prisoners. Her anger grows as she sees the conditions of these people. "This! This is why I left in the first place! Those with power do nothing but cause suffering for those beneath them!"
Seeing the goblin slip past the others, Oksana points a figure at the creature and summons up a ball of elemental ice. Snowball:
The ball of snow and ice sailed on a direct course for the goblin's head, and when it connected a loud 'crack' could be heard over the other sounds of combat. The goblin stood for a moment more, before it slowly toppled to the ground. Where its faces had once been, now only ruin and gore presented itself.
Seeing her ice spears did little damage to the cleric, Oksana instead calls upon the elements of ice and cold to form a ball that she hurls at the goblin shaman. Snowball:
Rime spell: Entangled if spell causes damage to the target. Snowball: Casting Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
DESCRIPTION You throw a ball of elemental ice and snow at a single target as a ranged touch attack. The snowball deals 1d6 points of cold damage per caster level you have (maximum 5d6).
Oksana takes aim at the goblin shaman and calls forth her wintery powers to skewer it!
Damage: piercing cold Ice Spear: Upon casting this spell, one or more giant spears of ice lance up out of the ground. Each stalagmite-like icicle affects a 5-foot square and tapers to a height of 10 feet. You may cause a number of ice spears equal to one spear for every four caster levels you possess to burst from the ground. A creature that occupies a square from which a spear extends (or that is within 10 feet of the ground below) takes 2d6 points of piercing damage and 2d6 points of cold damage per square—creatures that take up more than one square can be hit by multiple spears if the caster is high enough level. The explosive growth can also trip foes. When the spears erupt from the ground, they make a combat maneuver check against any targets that take damage from the spears, with a total bonus equal to your caster level plus your Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma modifier, whichever is highest. Each additional ice spear beyond the first that strikes a single foe grants a +10 bonus to this CMB check. If the check succeeds, the ice spears knock the foe prone. A successful Reflex save halves the damage and prevents the trip attempt.
Oksana concentrated and casts her sleep hex at the large goblin hiding behind the others.
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Oksana also enters the room, trying to be as quiet as she can. Stealth:
Oksana will help the halfling cut up the druids robes and tie the thug up. "I could call my familiar to watch over this fellow if you want."
Oksana attempts to drop one of the guards with her sleep hex.
Sleep Hex: Will save DC 17
Oksana moves into the room and move so she is not in anyone's way, but still has a clear view of all the enemy.
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Stealth:
"Ok then, let's go down and see if we can find this contact of yours!" Oksana heads to the stairs with the others but keeps an eye out behind them...just in case.
Getting to the door, she opens it and looks out onto an empty street. "Damn it! It got away!" She moves back into the room and looks over the poor halfling as he is helped out of the pile of barrels. "Are you ok small one? Do you need more healing?"
Oksana rushes to the door and opens the portal to see where the goblin has gone. If it is still visible, and within range, she tosses a sleep hex at the fleeing creature.
Oksana goes over to Petronia and heals the worst burns on the warrior. Cure Moderate Wounds:
Oksana moves over to where Ner has clobbered the wounded goblin, she waits to see if the creature goes down or not. If it is still moving, she casts an icy ray at the goblin. (Ray of frost)
Oksana once again waves her hand and a ball of snow suddenly appears. She takes aim and fires it at the goblin attempting to escape. Spell: Snowball Attack:
Oksana, feeling stupid for her last action, returns to trying to sleep the other goblins to drop them down to Petronia.
Oksana waves her hand and a ball of snow suddenly appears. She takes aim and fires it at the goblin now on the ground. Spell: Snowball Attack:
Oksana immediately targets one of the goblins with her sleep hex and attempts to bring it down. Sleep hex DC-17
Oksana is watching the room for any sign that their fight with the dogs had been heard.
Oksana stands back as the others take care of the vicious dogs. She does keep watch to make sure nothing else pops up while the others are dealing with the dogs.
Oksana tries to sleep another dog as they prepare to attack.
just wondering if my sleep on the closest dog succeeded??
Oksana waves her hand towards the nearest dog and mutters, [b]"Go to sleep[/ooc] in her native tongue.
initiative:
Seeing the others prepare for battle, Oksanan does the same and readies a spell as well as having her dagger out. She motions to Снеговик to take up a space beside her. She nods that she is ready to the others.
Oksana watches as the druid creates the ice armour and nods in appreciation. "That is a very impressive trick. Here let me help you on with it." The touch of the frozen armour seems not to cause her any distress. Once finished she kneels down and seems to whisper to the floor...a few seconds later what looks like a miniature blizzard crops up before her, slowly forming into the shape of a snowman.
Good for roll20 too
"Ummm...mistress would do, but my title is Matron of Dalun", Oksana says as they mount the bridge and cross.
I would agree..but how many more stealth rolls will we need to make to go around?
Nodding in agreement, Oksana leaves the group briefly to enter a clothing store and purchases a variety of local garments and cloaks for the party. She returns to the group...or where they had planned to meet, hoping nothing had happened to them in the short time she was away.
[ooc]Well maybe she will do so if your punch does not take him out right away...and I think we will need to roll of Initiative first?[/b] As the group travels towards the palace, Oksana begins to panic. They cannot go there...once inside they will be taken and questioned...and few can resist a witch's questioning. Looking at their two guards, she comes up with a hasty plan. Muttering a curse under her breath, she releases a sleeping charm at the guard closest to her. As he falls under the spell she moves forward and gently lowers him to the ground. "Woah...careful there it is slippery!" Hoping the other man is taken off guard, she quickly repeats the spell in the hopes of catching him unaware and sleeping him along with his companion.
Guard Sleep VS DC 17:
Oksana drops back a little to speak with her friends...quietly. "We cannot go to the palace...I am sure I do not have to tell you that. I have been trying to make some sort of diversion so we can make a break for it, but nothing seems to be working. I can try and sleep our 'escort' but we need to break away...and soon!" She looks over the other and hopes that her fear and anxiety are noted.
Not willing to tolerate such disrespect by such commoners, Oksana calls out in Hallit. "Titta på din tunghund, så fryser jag den ur din mun! Ber om ursäkt till mina kamrater." Translation:
Watch your tongue dog, or I will freeze it out of your mouth! Now apologize to my companions. She stands defiantly staring at the guard...waiting for an apology to herself and her companions.
"Oksana, House Zhukov. Matron of Dalun in the province of Wintercrux"
Looking over the group and trying to think fast Oksana steps forward with he hands out. "Captain, captain..can you not see that this is plunder from some hideous Imodaeian temple brought here as spoils to offer to The Queen? Why else would we bring such contentious items into the heart of Irrisen? It's plunder to give to The Queen to do with as she will...as you can see it is valuable and would fetch much money for her coffers...or could be used in a ritual and perhaps turned to OUR usage. "
Diplomacy:
Oksana steps forward and speaks with the captain in Jistka. If the woman looks not to know the language, Oksana huffs in irritation and repeats it in Hallit. "I am Oksana of house Zhukov. We were attacked by giants a day or so just outside these gates! Our caravan master was killed and most of the others with him. All of these people had their papers with the caravan master. I will vouch for their conduct on the honour and fealty of my family...and might I suggest that you speak with the local garrison and send some troops out to remove the giant threat from your front door!" She hands the captain her information and waits to see what she has to say.
Seeing the sight of the walls of Whitethrone, Oksana gives out a soft sigh. It was here that she and her sisters were to be presented to the court, but that did not work out as she thought it should, and she had vowed that she would not return...but here she was, back again. She hoped that the others had taken her words to heart, as any sniff of something out of the normal would have them dragged into an interrogation cell for hours. She also hoped that she would not be recognized...just another lesser noble visiting the capital, if she were lucky. She hoped Снеговик was safe and could join her as soon as they were within the city.
"Yes, Ner. You have a question?"
As they sight the walls of the great city, Oksana calls the others to her. "Whitethrone will not be like any other city you have been in. Creatures you would normally call enemy, reside there and in many ways have more rights than you do! Also, please tell NO ONE about ANY affiliation with the accursed Pathfinders! Just their name will get you killed! Understand? Finally, even though I am a member of the ruling class as a White Witch, my word carries very little weight here in the capital. I was bone and raised elsewhere, so I am looked down on by the Witches of Whitethrone...be courteous and calm..and deferential to all above your status...which will mean almost everyone. Any questions?"
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