Wait, just saw Pirate GM's PM. I guess I'm out since I was gone for the week?
No worries guys, good luck on the rest of the campaign!
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Back, sorry... funeral and stuff.
Arayas screams in pain as the wight's claw tears along her flesh. Gritting her teeth she tries to get away from the foul beast...
Pushing the beast back she notches an arrow aiming at it...
Sorry, some real life stuff (friend in the hospital, home renovations, work) have kept me from the computer, and is going to make it impossible to get back to regular posting till Tuesday.
Arayas squats down, picking up a rock and tossing it into the room. She smiles as it hits a tile and is immediately engulfed in flame. "Well then..."she mutters with a smile. As the group discusses how best to identify the tiles and possible clues that may be around, Arayas stares out across the room. Without warning she leaps forward onto one tile, then the next, and the next till she's across the room. "Look for the tiles without any dust on them!" she calls from across the room, the rest of the party just noticing she's across the tiles. She smiles smugly, as the rest of the group makes their way across. "Come on, try and keep up!" she says with a tone reserved only for overconfident youth. She follows the group down a twisting hall until they reach an area with a series of spike pits filled with skeletons and a wall with a series of glyphs that flash and seemingly random intervals. "Er... this one might be a bit out of my league..."
"Well we're not going to figure anything out waiting here. Whatever or whoever is running this is probably going to send someone or something to stop us." Arayas says looking around at everyone else. "I say we track down the undead beast that fled. Something's responsible for the cold, attacking the village and the Lady's disappearance. And I say we kill it, before it kills us." She says bluntly.
Just got back into town. Currently reviewing the posts I've missed, thanks Rob for covering for me while I was gone!
Sorry, sudden personal/work stuff has made it so I can't post for a bit. I'll try to get on, but I doubt I can get back into the swing of things till Wednesday, or possibly Tuesday.
Arayas runs after Dante and Henrick, catching up quickly and passing the dwarf due to her longer stride. "We're going into the 'Chicken Hut?'" Arayas says with a puzzled look. A sudden urge takes over her and she feels her mouth moving, "I hope we don't run a fowl of anything..."
Arayas breathes deep, still recovering from the pain. Shaking her head, she takes an arrow from her quiver, taking aim at the opposing ranger...
..quickly following up with another shot.
The first shot finds it's mark, while the second misses.
Arayas clenches her teeth, falling back a few steps, the arrow sticking out of her like some sick flag. Reaching into her pouch she grabs a healing potion, thirstily drinking it down.
Feeling some of the strength to return to her, she takes the demonic arrow stuck in her, pulling it out with a painful scream. The arrow slowly pulls free with a sickening sound. She tosses it away holding her arm.
Arayas nods, stepping beside Denaras, pulling up her bow and aiming at the ranger.
Arayas nods at Dernaras with a hint of respect, mumbling under her breath "Well... maybe there's hope for you yet." Turning her attention to the elf assassin. "And what of me?" You have no authority over me...She thinks to herself, It's been too long since I've seen the pretentiousness that made the elven kingdom famous. Only spending time with Dernaras has softened you... remember the elvish kingdom is not your domain or allies. But despite her attitude towards them, they still are her comrades...
Arayas smiles, "Ah, it's always a pleasure to see the hospitality and respect the elvish kingdoms are known across the land for at work..." she says in her father's native elvish tongue.
Arayas looks towards the direction of the sounds of battle. Then back at the priest... "Any help is appreciated now, and we can share our knowledge of the undead and unnatural winter as soon as we secure the town." Arayas continues filling her quiver with arrows retrieved from the ground and corpses.
What's wrong on my banner? Arayas sits on the ground exhausted... taking a few deep breaths she looks towards the Dwarf... "Thanks!" she says in a sincere, but out of breath voice. "As much as I hate to admit it, it would have ended badly if not for your arrival." After a moment she stands up, moving towards the rest of the group, "Is everyone alright?"
Arayas continues her attack against the Imp, pulling free an arrow and firing it in one quick move.
Her attack misses, a sharp pain immediately caused by the cursed Imp...
Grinning as the first arrow hits, her confidence regained she follows up with another arrow at the imp.
"Damn you vile beast!" Arayas yells as the imp's blast nearly hits her. Turning quickly she pulls back an arrow firing at the imp...
Arayas yells in triumph as one of her arrows finds it's mark, Perhaps my fortunes have turned she thinks to herself.
Arayas feels her wounds healing, her entire body feeling refreshed. Smiling, she calls out to the dwarf, "Whoever you are, I thank you!" Again trying to break away from the massive bird...
She jumps back, taking out her bow in one move and firing at her gigantic foe...
Arayas tries again to get out of the range of the massive chicken...
But she barely manages a step back before the bird is on her again, Here goes nothing... she thinks to herself, taking her spear and ramming it into the chest of the giant bird.
Arayas tries to pull back from the massive chicken... thing. But dazed she's unable to disengage. In desperation she takes her spear, thrusting it at the beast's chest.
But in her weakend state she can't penetrate it's skin.
Oh heads up everyone. I'm away Friday/Saturday (and possibly Sunday). If that's going to throw off the game, someone can take over my character those days?
Shaking her head in a daze, Arayas tries to focus. Pulling back an arrow she aims and fires at the imp directly in front of her.
Hey, brought everything up to date with my character for level three. Take a look if you want to double check that I didn't screw anything up!
Welcome Branding! BTW - Just looking over the leveling stuff now, should have that all cleared up and set before the next encounter.
Arayas walks along her patrol route while the others rest in lodge. Heading to a small clearing she finds the messenger raven she's been expecting. Checking to see if anyone's nearby she moves to the branch it's perched on, removing the small scroll before letting the raven fly away. "Arayas, it's obvious that there's a faction within the elves who are sabotaging these talks. Only the elves would use such powerful magic to for such a foolish task. Continue your observations and working with the group you've found. You've brought honor upon the Sentries of the North despite your heritage." She nods, pleased that the Oryias Sentries know that she's not involved with whatever foul magic corrupts this land. But she can't help but be somewhat angry over the reminder of her heritage. Burning the note she continues her patrol.
Ah thanks! So we're going to hold off till Monday to try and sort out if anyone else is joining? BTW I don't have a PFS number, don't really play outside of my group of friends. Do you need me to register for a PFS?
Arayas shakes her head, as she regains control of herself. in a fog she tries to move away from the hound...
But in her weakened state she's not able to pull away. Instead she drops her bow, taking her spear and attempts to ram it into the hound.
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