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Prar, now clad in the invisible force armor, makes his way toward the light, staying at the edge in the darkness. He saw better in the dark anyway, and the enemies illuminated by the lights were easy targets.
Full action moving to W31.
Should I be level 3?
In the darkness of the back of the group, Prar casts mage armor on himself and shield of faith on two of his party members.
Prar sighed an annoyed sigh as he sat on the hard earth in the morning and prepared spells. He preferred a desk for this sort of work, in fact, he preferred a desk in general. Making the last dot for his list of components, he made extra sure that no dirt or leaves were in his pages, magic was not an exact science, but better no contaminants, to be as safe as possible. Wordlessly he prayed focusing on the beauty of the Dawnflower and how she gave his strength even though she was the archetypical antithesis to his people. Still she favored him, in spite of this, and for that he was ever grateful. He looked at his familiar. He doubted this breed of scorpion even existed now, it like him, was out of time. he communed with the link, drawing magical powers through the veil. Done with this he partook of some breakfast. "Nathan, I am hesitant to break up the group. It is an obvious danger. I will defer to democracy if my opinion is overruled, but I would suggest following them still and then attacking them as they slept."
"Yes." Prar states with disdainful aloofness. He taps a blue finger on the top of the child's head as it rides on the back of Nathan. "Fascinating." He sighs. "Well, I'm sure you'll be a wonderful father Nathan, blessings of the dawnflower on you and your adopted progeny."
"It was given to me, and one to each of my companions, by the lady trapped in the tower in the realm of shadows. As for where they are. We used the thinning of the planar boundaries to all travel to different groups of our sibling so that we may check on the progress of all."
*attends school of hard knocks as he is passed from foster home to foster home.
"I came here by way of the shadow realm. To my understanding I was able to find you in the reflection of this world and pass through. I doubt we could send a message back. Though, I have need to study this crystal shard." he shows his siblings the crystal the lady gave him. "Each of my party took one of these...I suspect it to be involved in some sort of blood magic ritual. I digress. Further research is required."
"A father lost to time, and a massive pain in my tentacles to find." Prar gurgles over what would be a smile, if he had lips... He glances around. "The forest, oh the love hate relationship I have with forests. On one hand, keeps the sun from eyes and skin, on the other, bugs, twigs and sap." he mutters.
Hello! Where are you guys? Tracking someone through the woods? great, I hate the woods!
Grasping his shard he nods at his siblings. "Go in peace my friends." he gurgles.
Understood
Prar looks at the catfolk that was his sibling. "That actually work? Champawat possesses the blood of Vanethis?" Prar scratched his head in thought.
Hope everyone had a good weekend! Question CT, could I use my tentacles for somatic casting? Nothing super OP I just want to be able to "point" with my tentacles for the spell, message.
Shuffling along behind his larger gargoyle sibling, Prar looks at his spellbook and checks the folds of his robe. His Blue little lizard that seemed just as displaced in time as him hopped along at his feet. Checking his notes he tries to determine the nature of the place they were in.
"It appears to be an endless plain of shadow and grass. I would wager that it is dangerous to go out of this gate and if we were to do so, even more dangerous to stray from the road." The tall, lithely muscular Ithillid turned back towards his brothers and sister. "Our most logical discourse is to enter the tower." As the group prepares, Prar fishes a piece of cure leather from his pack. Saying a brief cantation he moves his hand in a circle. The leather evaporates from his hand and for a moment an armored coat of force is visible around him. It fades from sight after a few seconds.
He steps towards the tower..
Prar walks up to the metallic gate and peers out away from the tower.
Turning back towards his siblings, he speaks, shattering the silence with a muffled whisper. "I suppose we should seek out the lady of the painting in the tower."
Could my sig item be the ring from my arcane bond? Eventually it could be like a green lantern ring, sentient and super smart.
"I am a wizard." Prar chimes in. "Not a powerful one by any means but a wizard nonetheless." The dark blue Ithilid played with a tentacle, seemingly lost in thought after that statement.
I am still here. I seriously want to play this game I just need to get my Sh*t together. I'm moving this week.
Fair enough, I really like this campaign, the book keeping(which I do enjoy) I just don't have time for right now.
Feel free to use my share towards group purchases. I am in the process of finding a new place to live. So my posting may be spotty as I don't have access to my PC right now. Please DMPC me as needed.
"It is cursed with a fel magic." Prar gurgles.
"We may need to buy items with any proceeds from the recovered items. If the items are deemed culturally insignificant, we may trade them based on their component value." The Bluish wizard droned.
"I have a tendency for reason and shrewdness. I can also communicate with efficiency." Prar quips. After finishing the discussion. Prar rolls over for a deep sleep before rising to prepare his spells and say his prayers.
"Very well. Perhaps the dwarves have casters capable of lifting the curse from the painting, and they may send a force to clear the tower."
Prar nods. "Qahnaarin is right. We may be ill equipped to handle whatever is down there, but we are more than likely better equipped than the average traveler. The tower is remote." Prar raised a hairless eyebrow as he contemplated. "Perhaps we leave a warning at the entrance of the tower to dissuade other travelers from exploration." he suggested.
Tapping his chin, Prar begins the incantation to identify the magical properties of the painting. A low humming chant and a few stoic motions of hand.
Harumphing and dusting off the rubble of his enemies, Prar ascends the stairs and casts detect magic on the chest. "Let's take a look my sister."
Just coming off a major depression bout. Sorry for the absence. If this is still going, I'll get rolling again.
Prar shifts back and lifts a hand at the wight.
Calling upon Saranrae's light, Prar channels to harm the undead.
I need a new strategy for this fight as I realized that hex is a mind affecting ability and these are undead
I plan on using evil eye this coming round. For our group what helps you guys the most, lowering AC, attack rolls, or saves?
As a wizard, Prar had an innate interest in abandoned towers in the middle of nowhere. "Hmm, perhaps, after we find Father, I can live here." he mutters. "Arcane sanctum location good as any."
Prar puts away his book and anything else perishable in water and settles in. He would actually enjoy the rain as an Ophidian his skin was actually most comfortable when wet.
As Prar stumbles through the woods to avoid the human woman, his irateness is apparent on his face. He says nothing though and continues to attempt to keep his clothes clean and sap free as possible. He might be grumbling buy it comes out as a low hissing gurgle.
Prar, who has grown increasingly frustrated with trying to read and walk the trail at the same time. Snapping his spellbook shut he looks at Qahnaarin. "Yes let us see what charming denizen of this land we've encountered now." he says, seeming fairly irate.
I can watch last so that I can prep spells and pray in that last hour before everyone wakes up.
Prar speaks in common "Thank you, Kind Thain. Your welcome of our family has been most appreciated. I must enquire as to which of my kin have agreed to this already as well as if any have refused. I for one would be inclined to help, though of course we would need to be outfitted for battle." He says in his flowing rustle.
Prar walked along with the group as Govian and the woman chatted in an unfamiliar tongue. Govian briefly pointed at each of them and when the got to him he looked as non-evil as possible considering he was incapable of smiling. He hoped Govian remembered to refer to him as an Ithilid, and not the much less flattering "Mindflayer" He expressed his observation to his siblings. "It is odd how much humans and like races rely on facial expressions and tonal ques. I find it puts me at a conversational disadvantage." he whispers in his customary monotonal hushed whine.
"I for one, am not much for stealth, and if we seek the diplomatic route, broad daylight maybe less threatening." Prar chimes in.
Nodding Prar moves to follow his siblings and see what the messengers have to say of their trip.
"You are both correct. We must at least make a stop at the dwarves for equipment and food. If they will not give it to us, we may need to steal it. In service of the greater good I believe. Fan shaped exploration with respite at the citadel followed by a long excursion into the lands beyond. Yes this is well and good." Prar whisper/rambles to himself.
"Far roaming may be better. I am confident that our siblings can handle the Thain. If we sojourn beyond the lands of the dwarfs before we get permission to traverse them, it may be better in case the dwarves reject us. Better to ask forgiveness than permission as they say."
Prar listened to Tolheimia with interest. He thought of her questions. He had never really considered himself a leader, although he had taken the lead in communication with Golden Ram. We waited for his siblings to input their opinions and spoke his own in a rasping whisper. "Are some of us still establishing an outpost? Trade with the goatlings and dwarves would be beneficial. It is good that messengers are have arrived. I would like to be present when our people are granted audience."
Prar walked along with his kin. He thought about Qahnaarin's remark to Gunther and worried slightly as a member of an also underground dwelling race, traditionally enemies of the dwarves, and everyone else for that matter.
I don't know if the staying group already asked about this kind of trade. Thought it couldn't hurt since they are already friendly. It also would speed the production of a strong fort to have the goatling provide food and furs and wood and tools. Although I did kind of volunteer them for side quests lol
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