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Ah, got it! No worries, take your time.
Well, if you weren't going to have him come, don't make him agree to coming, and then I won't waste my turn on it. lol. She's fine with him staying out of the fight if that's what he wants, then Pythia will use her turn to so something else. She'll give her guidance to someone else then, though. Giving it to Kael. Changed her first turn action in the gameplay thread, if that's alright.
Haha. She said she'd bring him in with them and park him someplace where he can help, not leave him alone on the stairs to be useless.
Pythia freezes as her eyes roll up into her head, showing only white pupils. Her lips move, but no wounds come out. The warnings and prophecies she mutters are unheard. With a gasp, her eyes return to normal and shouts, "Look out!" For once it's not too late... Remembering what she promised, Pythia takes Percival by the hand and guides him up the stairs, placing him in a space right at the top of the stairs and to the side. "Alright, Percy, there's some nastiness coming our way, but we've got this! It's going to come from over here," She grabs his hand and waves it around the proper directions, "And over here. Behind you are those marbles, remember? Don't go back there. I'm right here beside you, and on my other side is Chaetris. The others are behind us still, but I'm sure Kael will join us soon. Ready, hon?" "Here... we... GO!"
Whoever you make, Pythia would have seen you in her visions. She'll definitely notice something about you that makes her suddenly proclaim you're meant to go with them, and so on, waving her scribbled drawings in your face. It's destiny. lol
@ PaleDIm - Haha. Mine are an eclectic crew, aren't they? Honestly, if your looking for advice, my suggestion is something else capable of being in melee. We've already got two characters who want to be out of the fight, I don't think a third would be very helpful for us. Pythia'll always be up front, getting into trouble, but she's not exactly a solid warrior. Haha. Whatever class you decide to do that with will be fine, and if you've got decent defences and some healing magic, that's even better. If you want to focus on buffs, that's fine with me. I don't have any group buffs yet anyway. Most of mine go to healing the group. It'd be nice to share the load. Haha. Warpriest, inquisitor, cleric, bard? Whatever one you want, silly! Haha. I want you to play something that inspires you! We're in it for the long haul, after all. Make something you love, and rock it. @ Cerise - Ha! I adore bodyguard!
Right before we go up the stairs, and she's about to cast those prep spells I mentioned, Pythia's going to listen to see if she can hear the undead moving around, of it Phee is still fighting.
Pythia smiles at Percy. "Listen dear, I know you're scared. But, I need you to hear what I'm going to tell you, okay? YOU DON'T DIE HERE. And you'll soon have your vision back. But, right now, we need to take on that necromancer upstairs. Yeah?" She gives Percy a big hug. "If you aren't up to facing our destiny head on right now, it's alright. I can do it for both of us. But, at least come with us. I'll get you set up in a corner where you won't hurt us, and you can just swing if you hear something come close or we tell you to, alright?"
Well, hello, PaleDim! Welcome! Nice to see you!
You mean like suggesting he be a drunk, half-naked, delusional prostitute who suffers from useless prophetic visions and wastes the first round of combat every single battle? ...Oh wait...
Pythia nods. "You're right. Besides, we've got this! I can feel it!" She pats Percy on the shoulder. "I'll help you up the stairs and direct you, okay? Just swing when I tell you to!"
"Got it!" Pythia replies.
After fleeing to safety with the others, Pythia pulls out her potions and scroll and uses it to heal the group.
No. She'd take her attack as rolled. Instead of drawing a scroll she'll use a move action to follow Chaetris who's trying to drag her off. Can Percival even carry Cerise down a flight of stairs while blind and drunk? Cause if he can't or is having trouble, Pythia would protect him while he tries, even if it means her death.
Pythia steps forward, wobbling only slightly due to drunkenness, and swings her morningstar at the zombie right in front of Cerise.
Then she draws a scroll in her off hand.
Pythia swings her Morningstar at the zombie in front of her, fully expecting it to go down as easily as the first.
Unfortunately, being drunk has thrown her aim off. She swings right over the zombies head.
I think she's doing pretty damned well for a drunk prostitute/seer whose first brush with danger was yesterday! Haha.
Pythia lets out a grunt of pain as the zombie's axe cuts deep into her flesh. "Hey!" She complains. Remembering she has a weapon in hand she swings it at the big zombie's kneecap.
"Look out for the ghostly hand! It can deliver his spells with a touch!" Pythia exclaims, happy she's able to warn her friends of some of her visions before it was too late. She moves up to the nearest weird monster and swings her morningstar at it.
"He IS resisting! And stalling, besides!" Pythia exclaims. "His time has come!" Pointing her Morningstar at the creepy man, Pythia tells him, "Last chance! I'm tired of waiting! My head hurts!" Suddenly her eyes roll up into her head, and her whole body goes rigid. She whispers warnings under her breath.
"I've seen your death! In fact I've drawn it! Tell me who sent you here, and everything you know about the worms, before it's too late! Oh! And tell me about that cult thing! The one in the mines!" After a moment she looks a little confused. "Did I mention the worms? Hmmm... And tell me about the worms!" Clearly, Pythia's a little more scatter brained than usual...
Stumbling up the stairs drunkenly, Pythia shouts: "Tell me about the worms!"
Pythia suddenly realizes she's standing on her own papers. "Ah!" she exclaims. She throws herself on the ground and shoves all of her paperwork back into her bag while Chaetris checks the stairs. When she puts her backpack on it's a lumpy mess, with the corners of papers sticking out of the top, and the flap only half closed. Pythia looks frantic to get a move on.
Hahaha. I'm lucky you guys all seem to have a good attitude about her. I'm sure she'd drive some players crazy.
At the word 'destiny,' Pythia focuses on the stairs. "Yes... Up... That's it!" Pythia draws her morningstar and heads towards the stairs.
"Head?" Pythia asks curiously. "What head?" She squirms and stumbles her way past the others and into the strange room. She wanders up to the statue and looks at it. "Whoah! Fascinating!" Suddenly, she notices the strange little mummified butler. Stumbling over there she remarks, "That's even MORE interesting!" Half-way to the butler, Pythia stumbles, almost tripping over the carpet's big head. She bursts out laughing as she regains her balance, then tells the rug's head: "Sorry, didn't see you there! Oh, you poor guy! Why so DOWN?" She bursts out laughing again. Then notices the comfy looking bed. "Oh, perfect!" She stumbles over the bed and puts down Browl. She covers him with the comfy blankets and gives him a kiss on the head. "Sleep here, dearie. You're making Mommy clumsy!" Pythia stands up and stretches, then she wanders over to Chaetris. "Conspiracy? Do tell!" She takes the letter and reads it. Suddenly she smiles brightly, her eyes cleared and bright. "Green worms? Green worms?! I know this! This is important!" She suddenly tears off her backpack and empties the papers all over the floor, sifting through her drawings. After only a moment she pulls out a paper covered in odd squiggles--a writhing mass of worms covering the entire paper. But, she doesn't stop looking through her papers. She pulls out another, and another. Each covered with writhing worms. She gets more and more frantic as she removes each paper from her bag. "It's important! I know it's important! But I can't-- I don't--" She tears at her hair, and then grabs for the papers, spreading them out. Halfway through spreading them out she picks them back up again, holding them protectively against her chest. "I've tried to see... MORE! To understand! But, all I see is the worms!" She seems very upset about this, and keeps muttering about the worms from the floor. Suddenly remembering the worm that should be in this room, Pythia leaps up and frantically looks around, tearing everything off of shelves and out of its place, trying to find the worm mentioned in the letter. "Where is it? Where's the worm?!"
As Pythia walks at the back of the group, she cannot see into the room when Chaetris demands they not move. A good thing, for everyone who can see into the room is certain Pythia would be unable to contain herself from exploring the interesting, cluttered, crazy room...
Advanced Warning: Tomorrow is both of my kids birthdays, so I probably won't be able to make a post. Also, Saturday is their birthday party, so I probably won't be able to post that day either.
Pythia opens her mouth to speak back to the dead, when suddenly Cerise burns up her dinner guests! "I wasn't quite done that conversation." Pythia remarks. "Still, not unexpected." Flipping the paper over reveals the same scene, with the zombies all burnt to a crisp. Pythia gets up from her chair and puts her paper back in her bag, then she picks up Browl and cuddles him happily.
"Oh!" Pythia exclaims happily. "Here it is!" She waves around a picture of this scene, but the angles all wrong. It looks like it was drawn from the eyes of someone sitting at the head of the table. And the corpses are speaking. Pythia leaves her bag and Browl and hurries over to the empty seat at the head of the table. She sits down and smiles. "There! Perfect!" Looking around at the corpses, she asks them, "And who might you be?"
"Oh!" Pythia exclaims! I've seen this before!" She puts down Browl--with much less care than before--and starts rifling through the papers in her backpack frantically. "It's here... It's here... I know it's here!" she mutters to herself.
"Well, it's a good thing we found them, isn't it, Browl?" Pythia coos at the sleeping owl bear. "We have a friend who wants to rest beside them, don't we? Don't we?" Pythia drunkenly weaves her way through the room and waits for someone to lead the way through the door.
Pythia moves to draw her morningstar, but realizes the battle is over already. With a shrug she bends over and picks little Browl back up again, accidentally showing off her exotic 'work' underwear. Slowly, she picks her way through the debris, managing to stay standing despite being drunk.
When she eventually reaches the skeletons she examines them curiously.
Pythia's cooing at cuddling at the owl bear stops suddenly. Her eyes roll up into her head, showing only white. Her eyelids flutter rapidly, and her lips move but no sound can be heard. Suddenly she returns to normal. "Look out for the skeletons!" she cries, but it's much too late. With narrowed eyes, Pythia puts baby browl down on the wooden landing.
Pythia happily hooks her morningstar onto her belt and picks up Browl, carrying him in her arms like a big, feathery, murderous baby. Then she follows Chaetris up to the door.
Pythia sits down and cuddles Browl while Cerise and the 'cute-but-not-nearly-as-cute-as-a-baby-owlbear' undead speak.
"Nice to meet you, Phee," Pythia replies. Then she looks at Cerise with excitement, waiting to see how she handles this...
Pythia smiles and waves hello to the little undead creature.
"Auw, it looks so sad." Pythia remarks. Still, she draws her morningstar, just in case.
Pythia nods. "Wonderful idea." To the little owlbear, she remarks, "Come on, Browl. Let's go get into trouble!" Then she faces the door they were arrayed around and waits for them to open the door.
Pythia laughs, and offers Percival a curtsy. "Why, thank you for noticing!" she remarks, clearly taking his faith in her professional skills as a compliment. "But clearly, you don't know the going rate for whores in this town." Standing outside the observatory, Pythia pulls her armour out of her bag and straps it on over her trampy minidress. She slips her cestus back on and walks towards the door. "No time like the present!"
Pythia tosses her backpack over her shoulder, straps on her shield, and puts a hand on the half-orcs shoulder. "You would have been better off with the lap dance, hon." With a wink, Pythia strides out of the tavern with baby Browl at her heels. Once outside she takes a deep breath of 'fresh' air. ...And nearly falls over. She lets out a little shriek and then laughs. "I am drunk! Percy, why'd you get me drunk?" Suddenly remembering it wasn't Percy who was buying her booze, but the other way around, Pythia laughs again. She looks up at the sky, and notices the stars. "You can read the future in the sky. Did you know that?" she announces calmly. "Of course, you can see the future in most anything if you look long enough." "Come on, Browl. Mommy has business at the observatory." Pythia then heads off that direction, much steadier on her feet than she was a moment ago, strengthened by her sense of purpose.
With a shrug, Pythia saunters back over to her companions. "I've already offered all I have," she chuckles.
Noticing the ruckus, Pythia stumbles over to the group, still dressed in her work uniform. "Oh, are we making friends?" she asks drunkenly. Noticing the tall half-orc she wanders up to him. "Am I making friends with you?" "Oh! That mark! We found that mark, you know, and THAT means they want to ask you about... that!" She scrunches up her nose. "I can't remember. Someone got me drunk." Assessing the half-orc she says, "You don't look like you want to talk. You look like you want to fight. Will you talk for a lap-dance?"
Pythia is--at the moment--oblivious to her companions conversation with the half-orc, so enthralled is she with speaking to her feathered baby.
Those are both adorable. Haha. Good luck making Pythia get rid of him if he looks like that!
Pythia giggles, cheeks rosy from liquor. "I don't remember." She puts an arm around Percival and whispers loudly into his ear: "Do you remember?" Suddenly Pythia gasps and swats Percival's hand away from Browl. "Hey, you... troublemaker! I'm trying to get him off human meat, not onto you!" Pythia makes a kissy face at Browl and says in a silly voice, "Don't you nibble on that silly, little, man! Don't you do it! Don't eat Percy!" She tosses him some rations. "Mmmmm!" she says to Browl.
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