We love you, Shadow. Thanks for GMing so much and being great at it. As much as I am sad to hear your presence will diminish on the threads, I'm just as glad that you're setting healthy boundaries for yourself and growing as a person.
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Saban finally catches up with his companions and raises his own question, still breathing heavily. He addresses his party as much as their captive. "We should be able to dispel this alarm magic, no?"
Saban continues slowly, and loudly, jogging toward his much faster companions.
Saban curses under his breath at the elves in the canopy. He rushes forward to their destination as smatterings of elven blood fall on his armor.
That ability is actually what my archetype gives me in exchange for spellcasting. I suppose, if you're willing, I could reconfigure him without the archetype. I'm also fine playing him as is.
I just realized a large flaw in my character's design. Beacon of Evil imparts a morale bonus to AC, attack rolls, damage rolls, and saving throws against fear. The only thing you dead people get from it is fast healing 3 (does fast healing stack, though?). It does allow me to use my Touch of Corruption ability at range, so it's still useful, but I feel kinda stupid.
Frustrated by the distance between himself and the elves, Saban draws his longbow and once again releases an explosion of shadowy tentacles.
Saban pumps a fist into the air opens his mouth to shout again, but catches Lener's eyes and stops. "Uh, yes. To the city." He mumbles. His attempt at a stern face does little to hide his irritably childlike excitement.
"Oh Hell yeah!" Saban shouts when Kitara cleaves the sentry. As he stands, tendrils of pure darkness, noticeably darker than even the forest around them, burst from his body.
lol, I practically shouted.
Welcome aboard ^_^
Saban attempts to stay as still as possible while crouched in some underbrush.
Saban shrugs at Helt's suggestion. "Sounds like a solid plan. Keep in mind we don't have much time to spare"
So I think Zelic doesn't need to worry about a non-proficiency penalty.
Ah, gotcha. Thanks for helping out the stupid little brother of the group ;p
If you want 'em, take 'em! Really?! Thanks! 20 Gloomsticks, please :b I think that can at the very least mitigate our sun problems. Also, we're infiltrating a drow city, right? They'll already be out of the sun anyway, so I'm not sure how big of a deal it is to protect our eyes.
Hmm, I'm not sure what else I would use. Some Gloomsticks would be nice, but those are racial items made by Fetchlings, so that's probably a no go.
Saban follows Lener and Grym outside with no hesitation. What must it be like to live your entire life in fear of the sun? Saban muses as Lener basks in the daylight. The light is too bright, though, and Grym's words remind Saban that his new form is more sensitive to the light than he's used to. "You're Grym right?" Saban asks, still trying to match new faces to names. "Maybe we can get some hats." He suggests with a shrug.
"I've gained spell resistance? Sweet!" Saban looks at his hands as if the spell resistance carries some sort of physical identifier.
Saban rises to a sitting position and cradles his head before looking around the room. "Wait who's who, now?"
It takes every once of willpower Saban possesses to refrain from rolling his eyes at the impatient alchemist. "Alright, fine. Let's go, then."
Saban glances nervously at the scene around him. "Just to be clear, I'm not dead."
"So you lot can all fly, then?" Saban's cheeks flush as embarrassment washes over him. "I didn't realize that was a, uh, universal thing."
Saban raises an eyebrow, turning to Lener. "You can fly? Anyone else have some incredible magic talent that might prove useful?"
"We'll make our decision when we get there, but in my experience, letting people live leaves too many loose ends." Saban muses as he processes Ilnerik's information. "So we need to get in, grab this Shadow Key, and get out. You've already got a way to get in, but will we have to fight our way out?."
I think we have plenty as it stands, but I wouldn't oppose a movement to recruit.
The Dhampir ponders a moment. "By my reckoning, we should be able to get our hands on this key one way or another." He motions to Zelic. "We've got some stealthy types and plenty of bruisers. I vote for the Elfgate, but what do you lot think?"
Saban hesitates as anger flushes across his face. Quickly regaining his composure, the Dhampir replies. "I - Yes. I've much to learn, yet. I'll play along. After all, you lot have have been around for much longer than I."
Saban raises an eyebrow in Jair's direction. "Are we to simply ignore the power of this weapon? Surely there's something more useful we can do with it. I agree that we should tread carefully, but what benefit do we gain from maintaining the status quo?"
"You already have access to this disguising magic? Count me in. I won't waste an opportunity like this." Saban leans back in his chair and chuckles softly. "I suppose we have a competition on our hands, friends."
"I'll agree to your terms, though I've got even less of a clue what you want than when I got here." Saban replies with a slightly accusatory tone.
Saban's face expresses sincere confusion. "I'm not sure why he would choose to meet at an inn named after a narcissistic goddess with a stick up her @$$." He shrugs and turns to his associates. "But I'll follow your lead."
Any enemies within ten feet of me take a -4 on saves vs fear. C-c-combo!
I'll be honest, I'm not familiar with all the classes in this group. What roles does everyone fill? I've got 15/day touch of corruption for 6d6 and a conductive Earthbreaker. I do have a composite longbow, but it's not my focus. Since it looks like we've got plenty of melee power, I might rely on my Beacon of evil ability.
So I can passively buff the party while making ranged touch of corruption attacks. I've never played a campaign at this high of a level. I feel so powerful :b
Reporting for duty.
Saban listens intently to the conversation surrounding him, but continues his silence. He finally speaks when addressed by the Daughters of Urgathoa. "I will admit I am young and unsure of what should be done with this weapon, but I agree that it must be secured. I don't trust those Darkland dwellers farther than I can spit. My vote is yes." Having said his piece, Saban's eyes widen as he realizes the words he's just spoken. "I didn't- Master Veldrin, my apologies, I-I only meant the mortal races." He looks sheepishly between Veldrin and Murza.
Saban winces at Thuvia's outburst, but remains silent. For now, the wisest thing he can do is keep his mouth shut.
I have a swim speed thanks to my bloodline feats, but I'm alive anyways /shrug
I'm impressed you're able to keep up with all the attendees, much less post well written updates.
Saban clears his throat and steps forward when Lady Callistra questions them. "The Jerusen family has seen fit to send me as their representative." As if he didn't stick out enough being one of two mortals present, his rough accent confirms that he is severely out of his element.
Saban stands at attention when invited to join the council. He will respectfully wait for the vampires to enter before he move to do the same.
craftsdwarfship is my new favorite word.
Saban turns on his heels to face Audbrey. "Oh, thank you. I'm honored by your offer, though my family in the River Kingdoms treats me well. After all, they must have respect for me if they sent me as their representative here."
Hmm, well my only ability that requires a will save is channel energy, so that could prove useful should we be placed in the same group.
Saban notices Lener staring at a vampire across the room. He tries to remember his name, but he was introduced to so many people in such a short time. After a few moments thinking, he realizes Lener is still maintaining eye contact with the other vampire. Saban looks to each with confusion before shrugging his shoulders and walking backward from Lener. Something weird is going on, but hell if I know what..
Who has two thumbs and is scared of the vampires around him? This guy.
Apologies, I thought ghoul = dead. I guess I'm not the only one in the room with a pulse after all.
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