Ryn takes a deep breath as she feels the spell settle on her mind. Rolling her shoulders she slips her shield over her back, drawing the cold iron punching dagger from her hip, the most effective weapon for this particular fight.
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"That sounds like...quite the challenge." Ryn says, considering what they had to face.
Sorry to hear that. Get well soon
Breathing a sigh of ease as Silviana's healing takes effect, Ryn nods, focusing her attention on the crawl ahead into the still-occupied chambers.
Ryn launches herself into a spectacular display of altheticism, somersaulting into the room, completely over both Bharak and the deaon, to land behind it, bringing her shield down on it's lower back.
At this level we encounter the biggest downside to specializing in a particular weapon... DR negating your most useful attacks (and associated feats)
I'm here
Once Koriah regains her senses, Ryn apologizes profusely for the brutal assault on Koriah. "Gods I hate those things and how they affect the mind!"
As the haze of confusion fades, Ryn is horrified to realize that the blood all over Koriah is due to her actions. Realizing that there is likely very little she could do to harm the Qlippoth, she instead focuses on restraining the other woman, who was still not in control of her senses, grabbing hold of her in a powerful restraining grip.
Yeah looks like standing there babbling was round 1, the beating was round 2 so I should be good now. DBH please confirm, and I'll post my action.
In her confused state, Ryn launches an unrelenting attack on her perceived enemy.
At the sight of the horrendous qlippoth, Ryn stands in one spot, babbling incoherently.
Also never seen the class in action, but was always curious. Should be interesting.
Her body beginning to shake with the exertion of will to overcome the paralysis, a low growl of rage builds in her throat. Througout the paralysis, her mind has been rapidly working, trying to figure out a way around the monster's horrifying appearance, settling on the simplest solution...close her eyes. Committing the details of the room's layout to memory as she always did in a fight, Falayna's champion closes her eyes, breaking into a run at the creature, letting out a powerful battle cry while hurtling unerringly into the unnatural entity, slamming her shield into it with a force that rings throughout the chamber.
As a wave of energy washes over the area, a stifled grunt emanates from Ryn as she feels a slight sting.
Thanks for having me join the TPK guys, it's been real! LOL
Ryn feels the presence of the creature before she sees it, a vile sensation that she easily shrugs off. Then she looks at the thing, a sheer twitching mass of utter....wrongness that leaves her frozen in place, even as he mind tries to react violently.
Rolling her shoulders and re-settling her shield on her arm, Ryn follows after the swarven warrior.
"Aye. And the sooner the better. Everything on this level handled?" Ryn asks.
I could definitely change the belt to Str and Dex to accommodate the ioun stone. The extra con and hit points would definitely benefit being on the front line. Ryn's always going to be where the melee is heaviest.
Arching an eyebrow at the mention of a pass phrase, Ryn Shrugs, shifting out of a defensive stance into a more relaxed position as she retrieves a letter from her pack. "By that logic I could have just blurted out anything couldn't I?" she replies to the mustachioed man, Axton. "Pleased to meet you all. I'm Ryn!" she says, presenting the letter from Sheila. Standing at six feet with a solid, powerful build, Ryn is the very image of an amazon. Her statuesque and somewhat imposing form is a perfect study of the blend of raw power and strength and a bold femininity, pronounced in little visual touches here and there. Her supple leather-skirted armor, dyed a deep blue and red, bears embellishments of gold, and accents that are purely aeastetic. Long raven black hair and piercing, almost crystalline blue eyes stare out of a naturally pretty, open face, quickly studying each of her new companions as they're introduced, and taking a moment to make solid eye contact in acknowledgement. Her tanned skin gives her something of an almost rustic charm, which is only enhanced by her full lips being set in a bit of a default smirk. Her posture and body language at once portray a certain confident ease and a constant readiness to spring into action.
The sounds of battle had died down to near silence, other than the sounds of shifting with armor and weapons, almost impossible to completely keep silent underground in an echoing stone chamber like this. Smells like blood too. Well if this group is half as good as they sound, it's likely some poor bastard who crossed them. Aware of just how on edge anyone who just finished a life and death battle was likely to be, Ryn makes her way down the last few steps, taking the risk to call out, rather than walk into an ambush. "Hello...I'm looking for a group working for the Pathfinders... Shiela sent me." she says cautiously, stepping around the corner, her shield raised defensively...just in case.
Almost done, just gear, and I should be good to go.
Hey everybody, still a work in progress (leveling the character up from 8th). Should be done in another day or so.
Looking forward to it!
"Agreed, this time we bypass anything that'll make it think we don't belong though." Ryn replies. While the few days spent allowing her companions to recuperate were relaxing, and pretty enjoyable, given the downtime with Azura, she was definitely ready to resume their foray into the depths.
"Alright. Exploring or trying to get anywhere is pointless if one of us can barely walk, and our strongest fighter is severely weakened. We need to head back to get our hands on magic to restore the boys, before we head back down here." Ryn says resolutely, looking to the others.
"Well that seemed to work. Nicely done, Searsha!" Ryn says, taking a moment to study the now seemingly inert orb. "Ulfr, Trendon, do you feel up to heading below now or should we find a way to recover your strength first?"
"So Searsha, think you can...I don't know switch that thing off, or would it be safe to just ignore it?" she asks the sorceress, their expert on weird Runelord magic. "We have no idea what we're going to run into down there, so it might not be a great idea walking in with a few of us already weakened."
Ryn frowns as the blob shifts to form some kind of rune, feeling...something...that she manages to shrug off. "I think you just triggered the defense system. You alright Ulfr? How's everyone else feeling?"
"Anyone want to check out the door before we just open it?" Ryn asks, moving in the direction of the closed door while giving the weird pulsing blob of condensed purple fluid a sidelong glance. "And does anyone have the faintest idea what that thing is?"
The effort of moving the multiple bits of furniture arranged to block the subterranean entrance, completely distracts Ryn from the details of her suroundings.
Once they're through, she reaches into a pouch on her belt, taking out a tiny ioun stone with a continual flame emanating from it, tossining it into the air where it joins the pearl white spindle already orbiting her head. ”Soooo…I’m assuming that thing somehow acts as a portal to this Dark Forest place?”
"Maybe pick up a few things to help with illunination, for those of us not blessed with the ability to see in the dark..." Ryn suggests, giving Azura a wink. "...and rations. Food...or at least what we think of as food, might be scarce."
Does Anybody have Knowledge Geography?
"That sounds very promising," Ryn chimes in. "Looks like we might be making a trip below the city."
"Alright, anyone have any ideas on what we should be researching first?"" Ryn says quietly to those more likely to track down the information they seek.
It's been....a while. What exactly are we trying to find out again?
Looking ominously behind Trendon, Ryn is quite visible to the person peering through the opening. "If you value having a job...or a roof over your head...you'll do what he says."
"If we can get into the Thorassic Spire, they're likely to have at least some type of information that could be useful...and if we can help them with whatever issue they have going on, they might be generous with information." Ryn suggests, considering their limited options.
Awesome!
Happy New Year!
Ryn chuckles as Trendon complains. "You should know by now not to stand in blood spatter range." "Yeah let's get moving before whoever sent them can scrounge up another batch of goons to take a beating."
Heh, that definitely fits.
Even as Trendon makes a grandiose gesture, enveloping the goons in a cloud of glittering particles, Ryn's body is in motion, spinning to gather momentum as she sends her shield spinning past her retreating companion, the courtyard ringing with the sound of metal hitting bone, accompanied by a sickening crack as the shield bounces off the leader's skull, ricocheting into the ribcage of the thug beside him, off the ground to rattle back and forth between the two men behind them, before skipping off the flagstones in its unerring path back to the gladiatrix' hand.
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