Zabeth swipes at one of the vile rats at her feet.
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Zabeth steps into the corner - away from the doorway, and prepares to strike as the rats approach.
Zabeth screws up her courage, and steps into the room.
Frank: >Minor Shape Change (Su): All changelings have the ability to transform themselves at will. This ability is similar to Alter Self with the following exceptions. This ability is a supernatural ability, akin to a lycanthrope's
Zabeth gently closes the second door, and moves to the last door on the right side of the hallway. Again, she opens the door while trying to stay out of sight, and waits before peering inside.
Zabeth points to the next door on the opposite side of the hallway before moving to it. She opens it - keeping herself out of view a moment before peering in again.
Zabeth opens the door to her right, and pauses a few seconds before peering inside.
Zabeth casts light on the vial containing Gauntlet's potion, and while keeping it somewhat shielded to reduce the amount of illumination.. steps into the hallway to the south. She waits a moment.. stands completely still, and listens.
Zabeth nods.
She pets her plump blue bird with a finger.
Pleased that her abilities are seen as useful rather than freakish - to which she had been more accustomed, Zabeth nods and smiles warmly at Gauntlet.
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Zabeth rushes up and past Frank to the fallen.
Having the man's face still fresh in her mind, Zabeth quickly morphs into his likeness.
After flashing a wink and grin at Frank...
Zabeth nods to Gauntlet... "Now this I can do...." After studying the corpse for a few seconds, her face and form morph into that of the dead fellow. A moment later, the color and material of her clothing seem to change as well... again matching the deceased.
"I do... I can think of one question to ask.. any other suggestions.. let me know." Zabeth props up the corpse, then sits cross-legged in front of it. She begins to chant and thrum while slowly rubbing her thumbs across her fingertips.
Zabeth - who'd been distracted poring over the decor and antiquities, snaps out of it and nods repeatedly as she moves to the corpse. "Yes, yes.. I will speak with him in a moment. First allow me take a look." As she inspects the body, "Did you see the thieves?"
Zabeth nods in agreement with Electric Eye.
Can now exorcise minor conditions without a roll (Fatigued, shaken, and sickened) adding Spirit Magic spell: Speak With Plants
+2 survival, +2 handle animal, +1 bluff (fco bonus) familiar upgrade +1 natural AC, +1 Int; Speak With Master
Zabeth repositions, then releases another wave of positive energy... in attempt to further wear down the undead foes.
Zabeth steps out and toward the fight. Her symbol of Desna in hand, she mouths a phrase and draws a sign in the air with a finger. A faint light radiates from her.
Feeling hope and vigor from Kana's presence, Zabeth fires her crossbow at the elemental engaged with Viorr.
Zabeth steps back to Pink-Eye, and taps his side after a few murmured words.
Zabeth advances.. moving up behind Viorr, she murmurs a few words and taps him.
Zabeth moves into the room... she points toward Viorr and mutters something low and unintelligible.. finishing with "Begone!"
Zabeth joins the discussion "I could as well... after a good sleep. I could be granted such an incantation. However, I can withstand this for a while if that is the decision."
Zabeth backs away, and her thrush Maury buries himself into her robes in attempt to avoid the waves of heat.
Zabeth dons gloves, wraps her scarf around to cover her nose and mouth, and begins to inspect the bodies for wounds or other signs of what led to the current condition of the unconscious diners.
Zabeth swears under her breath, and hangs back.
Zabeth nods to Frank before turning back to the wolves.
Zabeth gestures, and murmurs, then touches her lips. She then makes guttural and snarling sounds - a strange contrast to her soothing demeanor - seemingly speaking with the wolves.
Zabeth makes a few gestures, and grasps a charm on her necklace, then points down the hall. A diaphanous warhammer appears next to and above the stone wolf. It swings down to strike.
Zabeth watches the interaction while feeding her plump blue songbird, and continues to eye the wolves warily as the party prepares to move on.
hunch: Hunch: This use of the skill involves making a gut assessment of the social situation. You can get the feeling from another’s behavior that something is wrong, such as when you’re talking to an impostor. Alternatively, you can get the feeling that someone is trustworthy.
Seeing her attacks prove ineffective, Zabeth backs off to make room for the others.
Zabeth fires a bolt at the approaching ball of fire.
Zabeth enters the chamber. She waved her hand in front of her face until her eyes glow slightly. She then scans the room.
Zabeth opens her eyes, and stands.
Zabeth remains with Viorr near the top of the ladder.
Zabeth takes one last look around before entering.
Zabeth gathers everyone for some healing before resting. = 2 (1 for warforged)
Zabeth waves off the offer, and shows no interest in the loot.
"I will be able to help keep watch throughout the night. With a little preparation, I am able to maintain my awareness while I sleep." Wild Instinct: Casting Time: standard action Components: V, S, DF Range: personal Target: you Duration: 8 hours You become aware of sounds and smells you would normally overlook, and even retain the ability to detect threats when soundly asleep. For the duration of the spell, you gain a +5 bonus on Perception checks to act in a surprise round. Additionally, you don’t take a penalty on Perception checks while sleeping, and can choose to wake if you notice a threat while asleep.
Zabeth remains mounted, loads her crossbow and fires while trying to keep steady in the saddle.
Zabeth swings her ribbonweave cane again at the skeletal wolf harassing Sharon.
Zabeth quickly surveys the scene, then scrambles to assist Sharon.
Zabeth drops her crossbow, and draws her cane. With a little spin, she deftly slashes at the skeletal wolf biting at her.
Zabeth dismounts and readies her crossbow, then gives her horse a pat and a few soothing words.
Zabeth keeps her opinion to herself, and simply nods...
Zabeth eyes Viorr as he speaks, and realizes how little she knows about her companions. Now back here in the Mournlands, her desire to survive supplants her earlier yearning for adventure.
Riding alongside the wagon, she turns to Gauntlet...
Zabeth mutters an arcane phrase, then begins speaking to the horses.. reassuring them they are safe.. they will be protected by the powerful humanoids riding them.
I'm leveled up.. +6 hp
+2 diplomacy
Hex: Evil Eye
+1 1st level and +1 2nd level spell
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