Quazel Karn's page

I'm going to have to bow out. Work has prevented me from actively being on this site for a while now, and it's not fair to keep the slot.

I think I've got my character leveled, sans equipment. I do need to choose one more language I know, however. Any suggestions?

Continuing, normal track.

"I'm quite certain the purple goo does affect minds. We've met with creatures who were uncharacteristically hostile before. Remember the homunculus?"

I am back!

Work has swamped me this week, and next week I'm traveling on business (but will still check in as I can). Please bot me as necessary, and I'll go along with whatever people choose.

Quazel draws a flask and throws it.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Oh boy.

Quazel steps close to his companions and opens his pack.

"Alchemist's Fire is here! Take and throw!"

Now that I'm aware I have the flasks, may I change my move during the surprise round?

I completely forgot, thank you! Tossing will commence as soon as you move out.

Quazel runs a quick inventory of his paltry belongings, nevertheless draws his sword free action by trait and moves along the wall, looking for the swarm's next move.

"Hasmed, do you have any fire for the spiders?"

Quazel follows, ready to spring into action as necessary.

Quazel starts gathering the flasks, and adds, "It appears this... corruption is vulnerable to cold iron."

He smirks with inward pride and adds, "As all things do eventually yield to iron."

While the others tend to freeing the figures on the bed, Quazel examines the metal free of interference. What is it? Why is it untouched?

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"None of this makes any sense," Quazel replies. He barely seems able to keep up with the chaos.

Nursing his wounds, Quazel prays, "Gorum, give me sight,".

Casting heightened awareness.

He follows Ingrge, carefully looking around.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

Having noted the odd result with the stabilization, Quazel looks askance at the dissolving creature in Hasmed's hands, and offers a rag.

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Quazel snaps his fingers. "I can help, by Gorum."

Cast stabilize.

Quazel draws his greatsword and moves to corner the figure. "You've tried enough, now stand down."

He is positive that the maddening effect of the purple goop is going to prevent what he says from mattering.

Aren't I inside the house?

With a nearly reflexive drive, Quazel rushes over to the books to examine them. "I hope they aren't too damaged," he mutters as he starts gathering them up.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Quazel nods. "I can cover the rear."

And yes, I can cast cures with a wand.

I'm back.

Quazel calls up to the familiar, "Hello, do you require any assistance?"

I'm going to be out of the country on business next week. I'll have internet connectivity, but I don't know what my schedule will be like. Bot me as necessary.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Quazel cocks his head at the bird. He takes a moment to copy its vocalizations and call them back at the bird. The sounds dawn on him.

"Yellow feet. Get yellow feet."

Looking around, he adds, "Is there any yellow in among the wax?"

Quazel shifts his position and attacks.

If Blue is still up, 5' step, attack blue, study green. If Blue is down, 5' step, study green, attack green.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5, 6) + 4 + 1 = 16

Sorry, I'm back. Didn't expect to have all free time taken from me for a couple days.

Apologies, travel to a conference sucked away all my free time.

Quazel takes a moment to focus himself, studying the ant before him, then swinging.

Attack+Studied Target: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 4 + 1 = 15

Quazel, with a burst of fury, charges the blue ant.

Charge attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 = 10

Quazel draws his greatsword and advances.

I must not forget to cast Heightened Awareness more often.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"The crows know something we don't about this place... Why do they not want to be here?"

"At this point, I'm more curious to why the mayor wanted us to investigate. Her behavior is unlike the rest of town. How is she different and not privy to the people's apathy?"

"Cemetery. We were at the orchards earlier and did not see the parents, but the beetles instead."

"Come, let us follow the tracks. It is clear these people would rather let their children be lost than speak with strangers."

"I may be a scholar of sorts, but in the end, steel wins over books. But no, I do not dabble with the arcane."

"Feel free. I, for one, use different tools."

Quazel looks over Hasmed. "You'll be all right? Not too feverish?"

Kneeling to examine the tracks, he muses, "So now we need to choose whether to follow these tracks, or to remain in town until evening. I suspect that whatever information we gather in town will pale to what we find at the end of this trail. Shall we off?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Taking 10 on Knowledge(Nature) and (Planes) for an untrained 13 for each.

It costs me all my turn's actions, but since I'd only be able to draw and advance, I figured, let someone else have it.

Then again, if I did attack, that would have been my 12/100.

I should know that. But still, you were in great position for use of an extra attack.

Quazel looks the situation over, and replies, "Truddig, would a flurry be possible?"

Using Tactics domain to forgo actions and give Truddig haste for one round.

"We'll want to visit the orchards during the day while the workers are there. The tavern can wait for the evening."

Nodding to Truddig, Quazel replies, "Yes, I noticed that, too. It's as if no one cares what their youth does. Do we know which families these apprentices came from? If a master cares not, surely a mother must."

"He's not telling everything, clearly, but it's also going to take a lot of effort to pull it out of him. With all the customers there, the only way we would be able to give him the time necessary to talk is to cause a scene, and we still need the goodwill of the village. Therefore, now is not the time to ask."

Pacing back and forth, he adds, "But beyond that, everyone we've spoken to so far is too busy to speak when we first meet them. It's as if they don't actually care what has happened to their apprentices. It's possible sorcery is involved, or perhaps there's another conspiracy in town, or we're just having bad timing. There isn't enough to tell yet. Either way, there are other places we can search now, other sources of information, and we can come back in the evening after the customers have died down. Undoubtedly he or one of his assistants would be more than happy to say more, over a pint."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Quazel says nothing, but watches the flow of people into and out of the bakery.

Working on some mental math, counting on his fingers, he replies, "Then we mustn't bother you further. Good day."

He looks toward the exit.

"I'm satisfied to let you lead the way. You do have a workable theory."

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Quazel stands back a little, more baffled by the disease than anything. "Surely if they've been bitten by an insect, there should be a wound. Have they been bitten?"

"Maladies? What sort of maladies?"

Quazel enters the infirmary to see what can be done.

Quazel steps forward. "Good to speak with you. We understand that, among all the youths to go missing in Saringallow, one Nolaria Wintren, an apprentice here, was among them. We are tasked with locating these missing people, and bring them home safely, gods willing. Would you be willing to spare some time for us, so that we may learn the particulars of Wintren's disappearance?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17