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Saroune gasps as the gnome collides with her, the book she was ignoring her surroundings for tumbling into the dust of the street. "Oh goddess, I'm so terribly sorry. Are you alright?" she asks, standing back up.
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Salsa - Just a heads up. I can't post until Monday. I'm away from the PC until then. -Posted with Wayfinder
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Once back in Sandpoint, Saroune will spend a little bit of time studying the items recovered from the floating room.
Saroune spends as much time as she can perusing, in her opinion, the two most interesting rooms: the room containing the three deformed skeletons and the room with floating objects. In particular, she'll look for some clues as to the nature of these things.
Change Log: +6 hp
"Спешите! Horatio и Ping нужна помощь!" Saroune cries, horrified by the mutant goblin standing over the bodies of her friends. Saroune reaches into her fear and forced it into a spell. A cacophony of swirling colors erupts from her outstretched hand and crashes into the goblin. She had to slow it down to buy Pavanna and Olivius more time. Infernal:
"Hurry! Horation and Ping need help!"
A Greek-themed campaign sounds mighty cool.
Saroune turns to face the goblin mutant when the screech hits her. Something in the sound turns her muscles into stone and all she can do is watch the fight swirl around her.
Saroune will follow behind Olivius and Pavanna, once they move.
Saroune places herself behind Asuriel, but is too lost in her own thoughts to notice anything.
When the dust clears, Saroune looks around and takes stock. "Is everyone alright?"
Upon further review, it is a spell-like ability. Salsa, I bow to your infinite wisdom.
Saroune steps between Olivius and Ping, launching another telekinetic fist at the dretch looming over Asuriel.
Saroune throws another bolt of force, trying to clear the monsters away from Noro's unconscious form.
Saroune doesn't relish being in a corner, but at least she's surrounded by her friends. She throws a telekinetic punch at the furthest sinspawn on the platform.
Saroune shrugs, offering Asuriel a hopeless look. "Drained, yes. Gone? I truly do not know. Runewells, even lesser ones such as that, are artifacts of no small power. It would require further study to determine the extent of its effects. This is pure conjecture, but I suspect that it is powered by proximity to its associated sin. If this is a pool of Wrath, then any punch thrown or angry word might recharge it, so to speak." The wizard leaves the rest unsaid. If it was powered by the proximity of sin, it was obvious how the pool had become activated. With all the recent problems in Sandpoint, the "Late Unpleasantness" as they called it, had certainly provided plenty of anger in the community. And then, there was an even darker thought. What if the events hadn't powered the runewell, but vice versa. Perhaps the wrath magic emanating from the relic had somehow corrupted and manipulated the events of Sandpoint's turbulent history. Saroune shuddered voluntarily. Perhaps it was best that such things were left to lie forgotten. Saroune steps into the room behind Olivius and Noro, trying not to dwell on the possible implications of their discovery.
Saroune follows Olivius silently, trying to keep an eye out for other Thassilonian oddities.
"We don't have to destroy it. We could alert Sandpoint and have Sheriff Hemlock send guards," Saroune protests, weakly. She felt sick. Destroying a piece of history felt wrong, but it presented a clear danger to the town. She steps back as Pavanna cuts herself.
Saroune feels her breath catch in her lungs. "This... this is a Runewell," she explains, her voice tremulous. "It is some kind of magical reservoir that the ancient Runelords would draw power from. Each Runewell was attuned to the sin magic of its creator. If this was place was in fact constructed by Alaznist, then this is wrath magic." The wizard frowns. "It is smaller than I anticipated. I doubt that this is the Runewell of Wrath." She looks to Thirzin. "You are right. It does seem less active now. A true Runewell would not be so quickly exhausted. Regardless, it is an amazing discovery." She felt her heart quickening at the thought. "Studying how this works could lead to a major breakthrough in understanding how the Runelord's crafted their magic."
Saroune follows Horatio to the pool, mentally undoing the bindings between Olivius and the iron powder. As she watches Olivius shrink back to his normal size, she gives him a hopeful look. "Did that spell help? I've been working on it for a while."
That's really cool! Are you going to release the artwork as we go through the module?
Saroune lets out a cheer when the demon hits the ground. "Well shot, Thirzin!"
Saroune watches Asuriel's charge with equal parts admiration and frustration. The oracle's attack struck home, but now she was fighting the demon itself. She was in danger and Saroune wasn't sure she could help. "Nethys's blackened body," the wizard curses, drawing energy from her body. She lets it build for a moment before unleashing it at the quasit.
Seeing how effective her last attack was, Saroune throws another solid ball of force at the quasit.
Thanks to the tight quarters of the room, many of Saroune's spells were dangerous to try and use. Instead, she balled up a piece of her will and sent it hurtling at the quasit.
Saroune reaches into her component pouch and produces a pinch of powdered iron. Working quickly, she begins her incantation. She didn't technically need the metal, but iron helped to make the arcane connection more solid. Once her calculations were finished, she tossed the pinch at Olivius and brought the bond between her will and the fighter's form together with an audible POP. It was a simple spell, and a clumsy one, since it would only work if he let it, but Saroune had been practicing her transmutation and was eager to see it in practice. "Think big thoughts, Olivius!" Saroune shouts over the din.
Saroune winces at the booming voice and snaps her will back into the protective enchantment she had cast earlier. "So much for curiosity." she mutters.
"I rather like it," Saroune adds. "They've really nailed the whole "demon cult" thing down." She pauses to look around the room, lingering on the jagged runes and the bubbling orange pool in the back. "Anybody want to back me up? I'm going to go take a look at that."
Saroune follows the others, examining her surroundings for other historical artifacts.
I am jumping in on WotR. :) I'm making a sorcerer... or an arcanist. I'm not sure right now.
Saroune gives the statue a long, admiring look. She turns to Asuriel. "The Runelords were wizards of immense power, each holding power over one of the facets of Thassilonian sin magic. As you can probably surmise," she gestures to the statue's twisted expression, "Alaznist was the embodiment of Wrath, a similar practice to modern evocation." As she speaks, a smile slowly grows on her lips. "A Thassilonian ruin beneath Sandpoint, untouched for aeons. I don't mean to be hyperbolic, but this could be a historic discovery."
I've got a concept for a sanctified rogue that I'll be posting once I get home. :) -Posted with Wayfinder
Saroune stumbles away from the collapse. Covering her mouth with the crook of her elbow to avoid breathing in rock dust, she mutters and incantation. One of the rocks begins to glow with soft light and she takes in her surroundings. "Everybody alright?"
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Come up to Michigan. We've got winter in spades!
You have time to breathe?? Better start that Iron Gods game. ;)
For S&S, I'm thinking about an oracle of Besmara. Possibly multiclassing into investigator.
I vote against Noro. Not that I don't like her, but I do see her a lot on the boards. :)
Ronnie, Lizardfolk are a 0-HD race. :) And for the record, I'd prefer to start with Book 1 of S&S, but if Gideon is burnt out on it, I'd be fine to start in Book 2.
I could do that too.
Okay. My initial impression for Iron Gods is a lizardfolk bloodrager going into dragon disciple. A big burly bruiser that only speaks Draconic. Like a Pathfinder Chewbacca. :D Maybe that's too hard to pull off in a game though...
Marvin the Martian ray guns, man! What more do you need? D:
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