I had a big emotional hit this week and im finding getting the energy to post few and far between. Its best i bow out of this game. Im sorry.
Ive got to pare down a few of my other games too.
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Getting frustrated that her abilities aren't effective, Phana resorts to a more direct means of ending the conflict. She casts Flaming Sphere, targeting the closest tower archer that shot at her.
Phana will move to be able to see the bulk of the guards inside and throw another Hypnotic pattern where she can hit all of them in its radius.
Phana decides to let her hypnotic pattern run its course, and instead moves close enough that she can take care of the guard that shot at her.
Burning Disarm:
This spell causes a metal object to instantly become red hot. A creature holding the item may attempt a Reflex save to drop it and take no damage (even if it is not their turn), otherwise the hot metal deals 1d4 points of fire damage per caster level (maximum 5d4). Circumstances that prevent the creature from dropping the item (such as a locked gauntlet) mean the creature gets no saving throw. The heat does not harm the item, and it does not get hot enough or last long enough to ignite flammable objects. The item cools to its previous temperature almost instantly. If cast underwater, burning disarm deals half damage and boils the surrounding water. fire damage
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"Those guards won't notice you approach." she says. "But take them out once you're in best range. I'll handle the Strix when she comes to investigate." Phana will wave her free hand and point at the space in between the two by the door. A pattern of swirling, hypnotic colors spins out from that location, enthralling the guards at the gate.
"Ready." Phana declares, pulling a wand out of her pack and holding it in her off hand.
"Sure." Phana says with a wink.
"if they're all within 20 feet of each other, potentially all of them." she says. "But it'll just keep them occupied till we can take them down."
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"I think I can disable the flyer, and anyone near her." Phana offers. "But it's going to be obvious as hell to anyone I don't catch with it."
"True. I haven't been here long enough to garner any other roses, other than you, of course." Phana adds. "I'm capable of providing a decent distraction since my pattern spells are second to none, but I can't really wield weapons."
"Night raid, of course." Phana replies. "The miners would all be in the same place, and easier to spring. Of course the guards are also all there, and if we take out or disable them, that deals a blow to thrune's reputation as well."
"Definitely going to want to wear gloves at the salt mine!" Phana declares. "Let's go."
"If we hit the opera house, will we find Thrune there?" Phana asks.
Phana stretches her legs and adjusts her breastplate. "I'm ready." she says. She holds up a wand. "Brought some fresh healing, just in case we get tapped out kicking Thrune's ass."
"That would work just fine for me!" She says with a smile.
Phana looks down at her hands. "Can I at least wear gloves?" She asks. "Grit really hurts to clean out."
Phana Hartsong recently joined the rebellion but has worked hard to be of use, even harder than some considering the damage to her hands. The woman's hands, wrists, and forearms are almost entirely covered in serpentine burn scars, and though they look long-healed, they seem painful. She has healing abilities, fire spells, and strong illusion magic. She is interested in helping out direct actions of the rebellion since she's a worshiper of Milani, and doesn't want others to let her injuries stop her from contributing. |