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I keep making little unfinished doodles in class... One of these days I'll finish something so bad it's silly enough to share. ;)
Artists in the group is nice; I've been enjoying everyone's work and crazy links too. =)
Sadron glances curiously down, then moves to join Gwyn. "I hope not all villagers attack us on sight. Perhaps it would be best to send Naali forward again, minus the instruments impeding her path."
Heh. I'm 6ft and afraid. Spoiler:
Not afraid. ;) Thanks Gwyn!
I'll be at DundraCon Friday through Monday as well! I will have my netbook with me as well.
Sadron looks over the loot on display. He mumbles a word to himself to see if any of the objects are more-than-mundane in nature.
Handling the potions, he swirls them about and tries to recall his training on the nature of such liquids, their colors, viscosity, and aroma.
Mumbling some more, he picks up each scroll individually, gives it a twirl in his hand and unfurls. He spends a moment glancing over each of them.
Sadron tries to recall the words and motions of the cultist's spell before Therrik's strange feelings.
"Well done, everyone!" the elf quietly cheers the team. "Do they have any information on them about the area? Perhaps a map or a note? I doubt we'd be lucky enough to find cultist accountants with numbers and figures in a tallybook of member records... but we should search the area anyway."
Level 2: HP Gained: 6.5 (d8=4.5 + con + favored) Skills:Appraise Know(Arcana) Know(Planes) Linguistics(Giant) Perception Perform(Percussionist) Profession(Soldier)x2 Spellcraft Class Features:BAB + 1 REF + 1 WILL + 1 Performances + 2 Pure Heart (+4 saves vs curses, hexes and charms) Silver Mastery (Silver is also cold iron for DR, no penalty for attacking/damage with alchemical silver, +1 bonus to attack rolls with mithral weapons) Spells per day: 1st: 1 Spells Known: 0th: 1 (Prestidgitation) 1st: 1 (Cure Light Wounds)
The elf lurches his arm out, stabbing at the cultist from around the corner of the door.
Heads up, I'm in Vegas tomorrow through Monday. I'm taking my netbook, I hope to have a connection to check in there. But just in case... GMPC me if necessary.
Ooooo.... level two! I now slightly regret not taking CLW. ;)
Round 1 "Then our help they shall have!" Sadron moves across the open room to the far adjacent corner and peers over his buckler into the room. The elf readies his sword, should anyone come to attack through the door. for
Sadron watches the sailor and the paladin move to the door. Don't let there be an axe-man at the door. He tightens his grip around this sword and waits to see what happens.
Noting the lack of urgency, and the party beginning to search rooms, the elf finds it prudent to stop making noise. Placing his cymbals in their straps, he then draws his longsword and buckler. "I have doubts that the creator of that idiom intended it to be used quite so literally Therrik." The elf pauses, "Koschei, perhaps a living one could tell us more about the cultists here, and how pervasive their persuasion is within the village."
As each blow lands, a triumphant clang rings out from the silver discs in the elf's hands. Victorious for the moment, the music stops until the door opens. The sound of the paladin's sword moving through the air is accompanied by a sonorous hum.
"A silly pun, Koschei..." the elf says with a smile as the paladin runs off to engage the mongrel men. ...but I suppose one good clang deserves another. Sadron produces his own percussion instruments, and attempts to soothe the banging assault on everyone's ears with his own metered metallic ringing.
Sadron watches as the tiefling sidles out of view. I wonder if all of this village is as villainous as our friends believe.
Boy, do I second that. Cocktail season is stress season.
Hope everyone's enjoying their holidays!
Congratulations!
"A bath indeed!. While I wait for my turn, however, I think I might go look around and see what's to be seen, so to speak."
Sadron returns later to the comfort of a warm bath, and lounges in a borrowed bathrobe, letting the knots of web-contorted discomfort soothe themselves out. Pulling out one of his cymbals, he begins to tap it along various points, playing a quiet metallic beat to while away the evening before everyone goes to sleep.
Last final taken, last presentation given, last assignment turned in. I'm FREEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee from the semester. So much work...
"Ahhh..." sighs Sadron, "A bath sounds mighty fine right now. I think I still have webbing clumped in my socks." He turns towards the Chieftain. "Thank you for your gifts and your hospitality. Once we are rested..." he turns to glance over at the paladin, "some of us will be more than glad to help clear out your heretical neighbors. And if we can learn anything more in doing so, the better off both cities shall be."
From beneath the mound of senior project and game architecture classes... I hear you. Good luck Gwyneth!
I hear you Naali, end of the semester rush! Is it the same for the DM too? Or am I missing a cue?
"But that still leaves us with the Templars. And with all the havoc going on up there...Well... I don't think the Inheritor's got time to burrow us a skylight, y'know?" "She has the right of it, Chief Sull. We would be more than happy to carry your message to anyone above who is there to hear it, but we are lost here. Can you guide us to the surface? Perhaps give us a map so that we can establish a communications route between your domain and the city above?"
"Ah... I can't seem to recount my descent into the chasm. I recall seeing Terendelev being slain before a few crusaders rushing by knocked me into the divide. I believe I had called on my limited arcane knowledge to survive the fall, but I must have been knocked unconscious by falling debris." Sadron tells his story with the air of a prideful person discussing their shortcomings. "I woke up wrapped in a shell, and was left there for some time, until these fellows came along. I'd be dead for sure without their timely intervention." He nods a head to the party in gratitude, and nods again at Lann and Sull as his story is completed.
"Very well..." he pauses for a moment to consider the paladin's continued use of his surname, "Koschei. I look forward to your tale."
Heh, games. It's where I learn things. Like night-blooming plants. Any geneticists in the house want to make Abrielle and Sadron's plant a real thing? Because that would be pretty sweet.
"I suggest trying to hybridize them with a nocturnal plant from the surface. I doubt the fungus will do well with so much natural sunlight without some help of crossbreeding." Sadron replies without turning his head, his voice slightly muffled as it echoes off the fungus covered wall from which he is removing his sample. "Well said," he considers for a silent couple moments. "Ah! Moon flowers! A fitting choice. A vase in front of a window that receives some amount of moon light in turn lights opens into a bloom that lights your room!" Sadron stops along the way to pick up a dagger and some more vials.
"This place is fascinating, " the elf quietly exclaims to no one. He takes a moment as they enter to closely inspect the fungi on the cavern siding. "Brilliant use of natural resources to provide a comfortable and defensible habitat. That's a small comfort to a forest dweller stuck beneath an indeterminable amount of earth." "Would anyone mind if I took a small sample? The aesthetics of some homes I could think of would be vastly improved by natural lighting such as this, as opposed to magic lamps and torches." Sadron pulls out a flask and pinches pieces of the fungi into it, along with some water from the lake. "This is the home of Chief Sull, our leader. I will need to inform him of what has transpired, but would certainly appreciate if you could lend your words to my account. I imagine you experienced much that we could not have." "We will do what we can." "Then we can all retire for tea and plan our way out of this mess, yeah?" "Cheers to that!"
That's like... 20 full rounds to activate. Unless one knows what they're doing... I suppose. ;)
"A village of these... vile beings to the south and east you say? We appreciate your taking us to a place of safety where we can regroup and find our way out. But I'd be curious..." he turns his head so that his hunch can be heard by the rest of the party, "if we might not find a clue to what happened above in the village of these Ivory Templars." A moment's thought and he adds in clarifying hindsight, "Sorry... by vile beings, I mean the templars. Your kind are as beautiful as your hearts."
Sadron follows after the more combative members of the party, turning the corner as they provide their analysis.
"A basidirond you say? I wonder if these might be cave dwellers. I've never come across one in the forests of Kyonin."
He turns to the mongrelmen after Naali, waiting the appropriate time for their response to her question before adding a rider. "Have you seen these Baphomet warriors before?"
Glad you're in the clear. I'll also be doing the homework disappearing act from friends and family during our Thanksgiving break [except for the actual dinner] (but I'll still check in for games). I like to think of it not as a "Procrastination" but "I work well under pressure.". But I am probably lying to myself, I'm a terrible procrastinator too, when it comes to the homework. Unless it's group-work, because I won't try and take anyone down with me...
After the party ascends the other side, the elf takes a moment to stretch out tired and sore arms. "Well done all." As Therrik points out the surroundings, his elven eyes scan the darkness.
He listens as Abrielle tries to gather information from the 'locals'. Good question. After they respond to the musetouched's request, Sadron asks them, "What kind of threats have you seen lately?" He pauses for a brief span and adds, "besides the quakes I suppose."
Sadron attempts to climb with the half-orc's guidance and gear.
"I'm glad I was found by people of such capacity." Sadron offers the party in praise. "And prepared." Sadron watches the party attempt to cross, ready to help should someone fall.
Sadron nods along to Abrielle's suggestions. "Good idea." Waiting until after the mongrelmen respond to Naali, Sadron turns to the them, "You two can help shore up the sides while Therrik and Gwyneth secure the rope and put the plan in motion." Pulling out one of his cymbals, he goes to sit with the injured and fatigued. He taps and rubs along different areas of the device with experienced fingers, playing it quietly as a makeshift drum to while away the time and distract those who aren't actively involved in the rescue process. Let's see how good he is at this really...:
That just seems... gross. I mean, awesome... and gross.
Sadron approaches behind the party, ready to follow the example of it's more burly of figures in fight or flight. Hearing their plight, he points at the tiefling's scarf and raises his hands in peace. "Is your comrade alright? It seems his situation is less grave than you might think." He pauses for a second, regarding his choice of words with a shake of the head. "Sorry, please excuse the unintended pun. I was merely thinking of how to dig your friend out from his stone coffin while I was speaking... nevermind. The point of it all is that if we can find enough rope, and someone can heave a different rock off a part of that decrepit tower, we might save our collective backs some pain." He turns to the party, "Or we can just dig him out." A moment later, "Not helping him wasn't a thought anyone else had, was it?
"Hmm... looks like there's a search underway. I wonder who they're answering to though." Sadron listens to the paladin's question and nods upon it's completion. "Let us hope these are more survivors and not more of your crazy dwarf apostates." "Perhaps one or two of us should approach and divine their intentions before alerting them to the size of your merry band?"
It seemed appropriate to me. I'm not sure how often cold iron or silver is actually used against demons but the performances seemed situation-ally amazing. Also, I like support characters, so the bard seemed a decent choice. Glad you approve. ;) Also: Dien has some amazing photos. I share your jealousy.
"Terrors to most people, and you seem to have come through it less than worse for wear. My confidence in your band seems to be well-founded. If there was a dwarf here, as you say, then there must be an exit to the surface connected to these caverns. Somewhere." "I shall do my best to help you find it. Gods know what we'll find has come to Kenabres."
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