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Falth grins. "I set a nasty mess in the warehouse... I can handle your greenhouse idea." "I'll show you then. Let's go." Rataji leads the way, allowing Faith to trail him either directly or indirectly as he pleases on their way to rig the greenhouse trap.
Still in his disguise, Rataji informs Shohiraj and the others. "I noticed a good place to set up a trap in the Greenhouses, but I wasn't able to rig it correctly." He shrugs, looking dismayed over his failure.
Rataji casts disguise self to appear like a paler, paunchy and forgettable visiting merchant and visits the Greenhouses to check out the plantation's herbal wares. Especially those of a medicinal variety...
Rataji glances at his boots when their patron mentions mercy. "Is any of the stolen property of an especially high priority to repossess?" He takes a moment to consider his past experience with the Korholm Agenda.
Sorry about that. I couldn't figure out how to make it display as landscape by default. No worries! Might not be possible with drive. I was just happy that these were pdf's as I much prefer them over image captures. ^_^ All ready to go here!
I play crazy $itches well, so 322 is my girl. ^_~ Maybe this time I can keep her conscious! XD
* <-- 322's dot
I'm interested as well! Looking forward to it. =)
So... are we not dead then? =D This character will have just reached level six but have not adjusted her sheet yet. Player name: Jamie Turney
322 fails to protect herself this time and falls from the air, unconscious and badly burned.
322 spins in the air, avoiding the worst of the electric blast. She then casts read magic and pulls out a scroll.
322 cannot understand whatever Zey is shouting, but she knows the feel of a spell rolling off her. She feels lightheaded and euphoric for a moment before she shakes it off, almost regretting the absence of the sensation once it is gone. She spins in the air and cocks her head to the side and makes a clucking sound, "Tsk, tsk..." She wags a finger back and forth in a chiding motion and then grins wickedly as she flies closer.
Interstellar Void: (Su): You call upon the frigid depths of outer space to bring a terrible chill to your enemies. As a standard action, one target within 30 feet is cloaked in the void and takes 1d6 points of cold damage for every oracle level you possess. A successful Fortitude save halves this damage.
322's eyes light up at Zey's appearance but then she pouts visibly at Gawzyr's words. She coats herself in dust of darkness and then summons her benighted wings again. She flies into the next room toward Zey's Image. She sings in the same dark language she spoke before. Aklo:
♫"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"♫
322 puts her hand to her mouth, pale skin blushing slightly for a moment as she murmurs something in Aklo.
Sprechen sie Aklo:
"Whoopsie-doodle! Man down!" The Experiment waits for the flames to clear and then swoops down low over the table and hovers near Marnarius' prone, smoldering form. She lays a hand upon him and funnels the life energy of the cosmos into him. Sprechen sie Aklo: She exclaims again in Aklo and resumes giggling madly.
"And the Great Old Ones said... Let there be LIIIGHT!"
Flying close to the ceiling, 322 avoids the flames but takes a heavy hit from the gunslinger. She casts hold person on him, hoping to negate his influence while she recovers, and then flies to take cover behind a pillar in case it does not work. Hold Person: School enchantment (compulsion) [mind-affecting]; Level antipaladin 2, bard 2, bloodrager 3, cleric/oracle 2, inquisitor 2, shaman 2, sorcerer/wizard 3, witch 2
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322 dodges the worst of the flames and manifests a set of inky, translucent wings that shimmer like the night sky and rises into the air. She raises an entropic shield of swirling colors to protect her from ranged attacks.
322 raises a hand to hold a moment and casts shield of faith on herself, Shohiraj and Zurnal.
She then makes ready to surprise the guards on the other side of the door with dust of twilight.
Shield of Faith:
School abjuration; Level cleric/oracle 1, inquisitor 1; Domain glory 1; Subdomain agathion 1
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Dust of Twilight: School conjuration [darkness]; Level bard 2, bloodrager 2, sorcerer/wizard 2
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The Experiment directs her focus some distance away, seeing with her mind's eye the cosmic energies of life flowing into the hexagonal panel, channeled into the great statue of Durvin Gest. "I've founded the founder... And now they will fall and flounder." She whispers with a wild, bubbling giggle.
322's interest is consumed by the text with Aram Zey's writings. She looks especially delighted at reading the personal advice at the end.
"Well, that was diverting..." 322 yawns, working her jaw strangely for a moment before humming an eerie tune, using the spectral hand to conduct the orchestra in her head.
She casts cure serious wounds on herself as an afterthought.
The Experiment directs her spectral hand to touch the rogue, healing her.
322 sees that others beyond her reach are badly hurt, she steps back into the hallway and conjures a spectral hand. The magic does not come naturally and takes a toll on her to do this, but she manages the casting through force of will.
Spectral Hand: School necromancy; Level sorcerer/wizard 2, witch 2
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The hand is incorporeal and thus cannot be harmed by normal weapons. It has improved evasion (half damage on a failed Reflex save and no damage on a successful save), your save bonuses, and an AC of 22 (+8 size, +4 natural armor). Your Intelligence modifier applies to the hand's AC as if it were the hand's Dexterity modifier. The hand has 1 to 4 hit points, the same number that you lost in creating it.
322 steps toward the Slayer and lays her hand on him casting cure serious wounds.
322 points her finger at the Chameleon attacking Joliryn. The voices in her head become louder and almost become audible on the outside.
Gift of Madness (Su): You tap into the unthinkable void between the stars and cause a single living creature within 30 feet to become confused for 1 round. A successful Will save negates the effect. This is a mind-affecting compulsion effect. At 7th level, the confusion lasts for a number of rounds equal to your oracle level. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier.
The Experiment takes a step away from the now disfigured lizard and steels herself to cast without provoking an attack from the creature. She focuses on sending one beast against another since there are so many.
Murderous Command: Casting Time 1 standard action
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322 thinks carefully about her options and concentrates as she prepares to cast on the large lizard. She pictures a slime-covered hagfish in her mind as she lays a hand on the chameleon's sticky tongue. The lizard takes on an almost aquatic appearance, it's limbs now resembling tentacles and it's tongue covered now in a slippery slime.
322 is considering her options, given this large creature with grab, this could lead into a vicious cycle of breaking the grapple, trying to move away from it's reach and getting AOO's, getting drug back, rinse, repeat. Could the tongue be sundered to eliminate or at least diminish the grab ability? Can this grapple be reversed to become the controlling grappler like a traditional grapple? The description of disfiguring touch gives a little wiggle room with what is possible with it. Could she focus on disabling the grab attack by altering it's tongue? Make it slippery instead of sticky or maybe shorten it's length to reduce the reach?
Under cover of her conjured darkness, 322 plants the device on the statue's ankle. Once installed, a sentence in Aklo appears on its surface: “The Stars command you, Durvin Gest.” 322 commits the words to memory and says softly to herself, "But not just yet." The music she hums changes in quality to that of a funeral dirge as she traces the cool weight of an item in her pocket. As the speech is about to begin, she begins to slip her way to Skyreach, taking advantage of her shadowy cloak again. She keeps her eyes open for the others of her group and the elusive Master of Scrolls.
The elf listens to the cheery voice of the halfling storyteller as she admires the statue of Durvin Gest. She roams around the area with a dreamy smile on her face, waiting for an opportune moment when no eyes are upon her. She summons up her cloak of darkness, and moves in to leave a little something behind, concealed upon the statue.
That completed, she drifts away to look for her comrades, humming along to the music of the spheres that only she can hear.
Not hearing word of a certain someone, she tries to find out what might be occupying him. "But where is the illustrious Master of Scrolls? Surely he must not be hiding under a rock during such an important event!"
All the while she listens to the hum beneath the hubbub listening for a certain resonance.
An elf clad in dark trappings sits in the shadows, her eyes scanning over the same missive the others possess. Her haunted gaze roves around the room, her head moving with quick, jerking movements sometimes as she turns to listen to some sound or another that you do not detect. She stills for a moment as her gaze seems to turn inward and her expression fluctuates between dread and elation. "Yes, the skyyy keeey. Three-twenty-two at your service!" She bursts into mad giggling and then resumes her quick bird-like movements as she listens to the soundtrack inside her head. |