Moving to get a clean line of fire Rivet sends one arrow flying at the snow-monster's face to distract it.
"I do hope I can persuade Master Gin to make some more of these," he mutters as goo showers over the snow-monster's nostrils.
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"One more time..." Rivet mutters, "after that I must conserve the energies at my disposal most carefully." Another blast of fire lashes out at the beast but hints of smoke mar the pure flame.
He sneezes at the cold but is quickly renewed by the vigor of his earlier defensive spell.
Rivet sends another blast of fire at the vast beast, aiming above Lwazi on the same leg. He gets to his feet again a moment later.
I'm back. Three might be easier to run a game for than two.
Roy, Gin and Luca. They need to make DC 20 Fort saves or be pulled in, then a couple of Ref saves (DC 15 I think) if they fail those to avoid being stung and to stay up. Then they need to do their actions of course.
if he's been pulled in:
Rivet shrieks and projects a stream of energy from his hand at the ground some distance off, which then contracts to pull him 30' away. He staggers to his feet a moment later. if not: Raising one hand off the ground he blasts the beasts' body with fire.
Wriggling away a short distance in the snow Rivet gets out his small crystal bow and spends a moment charging it with a faint red glow, then loosing an arrow aimed high on the leg Lwazi attacked.
Happy... Boxing Day? On the other side of the date line here.
Tumbled about and terrified by the great howl Rivet scrabbles for Fate's Shears to no effect. He then focuses on his defence calling up power to shield him from any incoming claws or bite. "I hope this beast would rather save what remains of its tail rather than use it as a weapon again" he mutters.
"We can talk about this..." Rivet calls out but without much hope.
Moments later he loses his balance on the shimmying snow. "I see." he comments with icy calm as he sends fire at the beast. So much fire.
Staggering to his feet a moment later he surveys the damage.
"Should we not attempt words first?" calls back Rivet, as he charges his own with magic.
"One day. Hmm. I can make some use of that." Rivet wanders over to Luca and examines his mantle carefully before deftly plucking two feathers from just beneath it. ... Some time later, after any recriminations, Rivet spends hours carefully folding and infusing the feathers together.
There's minor metamorphosis and animal affinity Rivet can use but only on himself, and only for 8 minutes at a time. I'm happy to wait for Luca's assistance but can't really prepare anything to help. Edit: well, there's making magic items. If I could pluck a couple of feathers off the nearest tengu I might be able to make a campsite feather token, or perhaps I could make a campfire bead (no feathers required).
"Nothing I might do with the powers at my disposal in this matter would last longer than a few minutes, or affect others than myself. Unless perhaps this weather is summoned, in which case it could be dispelled. But there are far too many other possible causes to rely on that." The boggle does study the weather carefully in the hope of identifying some sign that the snow is the result of a spell.
Once I have a pit in my pocket I'm good to go.
"Perhaps one day at our new, ah, home? It would assist in determining whether we were followed and I have one simple preparation I should like to make."
Mostly done. I think I need to correct a couple of earlier errors. Also how are we doing HP for this game again, is it half max, or rolled, or what? If you're looking for feat ideas Luca then you might consider improved unarmed strike as the feat tax needed to get a style feat later, or dodge as the prereq to wind stance, or a tengu racial feat like tengu wings or blood beak.
Rivet makes sure the flower is planted, watered, and (for now) concealed. That will of course change as it grows larger. "A most curious creature, this Valanna. One rather hopes she does prove an ally, or at least informative." He shakes his head and heads to the cave entrance to meditate there.
The swift combat where he felt no personal threat has left the boggle in a thoughtful mood. "Either our presence is drawing enemies here in which case we should move and Valanna might be best to hide, or they were coming here in any case and we should remain some time to fight them off. Can we tell the difference?" Given a moment to do so he reattunes his pattern disruption to the chaotic outsiders which must surely be most common given the location of this island.
Rivet waves his scissors...
He follows that (likely) success up with another blast aimed at the mad creature. Without time to brand its pattern this time however.
I'd been expecting Luca to step in and ask a question, or to translate. Luca, are you still around?
With a muttered "huh?" in Roulette's direction Rivet sends a quick blast of energy at the attacking shifting creature before getting Fate's Shears back out.
Midioto was the one I think. I wouldn't be too surprised to learn that Roulette has the skill tho'. Want to ask him/her/it/ze, Luca?
Not Rivet's thing either. It may seem like an omission considering where we were going, but I'm fairly sure we had someone covering it initially.
Rivet renews his protective magic in a hurry. "Gods and Demons, what is that?" he exclaims.
Rivet sniffs. Someone who can't be straightforward when her life depends on it is not someone he approves of. He makes notes about the maze and dragon in his journal but "Rivet" is all he says.
Yamyra was always saying things like that. What was a safe answer... Saying nothing wasn't safe. "The dark colour avoids that, Luca. It, ah, suits you." Moving on quickly, "If the lady of the maze is rooted in place here then that change at least must have occurred. Have you seen any forces which might control this island in your time here, Lady?"
"If I am not mistaken this bat-dragon's grave is, well, here. It seemed alive when it first struck, if barely. Perhaps it will return?" Rivet looks about at the remainng mist with some nervousness.
Staggering back a few paces Rivet throws another blast at the draconic monster. "What does it take to keep this pile of flesh down?"
With careful aim Rivet sends a blast of disruptive energy into the rotting and now injured dragon.
Just in time Rivet realises with a shock that the rotting dragon is not in fact dead. "It lives? How can this be?" he asks of the world before attuning his pattern to the majesty and grandeur of dragons instead.
Right, thanks.
Concentrating on the nature of this beast Rivet attunes his pattern to the dark energies of undeath.
"Ah! The smell of that breath!" Rivet covers his mouth and scuttles away. He seems undamaged by the assault however.
"Arrows travel further, but for all we know whatever is out there may charge in if it has hostile intent. Perhaps you can dissuade that Roy?" Rivet gets his own bow out anyway.
Alchemists need UMD for scrolls. You should be able to use your scrolls yourself though Luca?
"Quite. While I should like to observe elven mating rituals, this does not appear to be the time for them," Rivet adds.
"Very good. I do appreciate it when enemies choose to cluster together like this." Rivet holds forth his cognizance crystal and calls forth the remaining power in it, turning it into beams of fire which strike the shadows.
Though not planning to charge, Rivet has had time to think about this and is fullof nervous energy.
Similarly, Rivet covers himself with a slick of ectoplasm briefly, leaving him glowing with (temporary) health.
Lwazi, you're up.
"What a peculiar guard." remarks Rivet as he tries to slip by in Roy's shadow.
"Ah, I'm not sure-" Rivet is less ready than his companions.
Is that just a frown, or does Lwazi want to kill and eat something? It's so hard to tell now. Rivet swallows his first words and follows along. "It, ah, did seem to be trying to effect a nonlethal attack," he comments, "perhaps its master will be willing and perhaps more able to talk."
Rivet yelps and a beam of fire flashes out from his hand holding the crystal at the plant-creature.
"Is miffed truly the right word? I see no evidence that this being thinks, as such." Rivet backs up a few paces as he turns a crystal over in his hands - the one from the metal chamber underneath a hill.
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