Wow - Flick is back! That could heal some emotional issues with Connor making astral constructs that look like the Elfavian.
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Connor, MDT: Selvan leans in close and speaks in a loud voice confident no one else could hear over the engines without being on top. "I told you that if I wanted to do it over the network I would ahve done so already."
As he says this Selvan presses something into his hand. A simple small journal book with a slightly larger sealed letter tucked inside it. "This goes to a certain s@#* head named Kalvant who likes to set up drunken men for the sole purpose of making them do his s%$! work. Tell him I said thank you for saving my life and I hope he burns in hell. I'm staying signed on with the Blade. The book goes to him personally and contains all my notes about the surface and our little misadventures. Don't bother trying to read it. I already know you can't."
"No. I need you down here in the engine room personally. If I wanted to do it over the network it would have already been done."
"Than they still wouldn' have guns, airships, air superiority, and a difficult to reach nation surrounded by an aura hostile to their native magic." Selvan says over the network. "Speaking of which I've come to a decision. Come to me when it's convenient Connor."
SElvan will mostly just keep his head down and take notes.
Int check.
"Artifact level? Oh no. I think our little ghost bug is attracting big spiders."
"And the mystery of the psionic capabilities is solved. Interbreeding plus a bit of trading of knowledge and you have all the foundations required to form a whole discipline. If I were a scholar instead of a soldier I'd be gushing at the possibilities of seeing how the disciplines have developed outside of their normal parameters. We don't have the formal authority to guarantee anything, she should already know that. So no promises. Still, finding a new trade partner is every bit as advantageous as we can ask for. She gets credit for opening, heh, warm negotiations with an exotic and advanced people. This journey becomes immediately profitable to the various investors of this trip. All in all a win for everyone. Though, I wonder what the catch is..." Selvan abstained form the wine but ate heartily. Good meals like this are rare these days.
Perception Selvan notes the crystals embedded into the ice and makes a mental note. "Temperature control? Security? Both? Comment on the crystals in the walls. Note the similiarities in us and play to vanity. Seriously, ego is overflowing out of this woman I may be wading in it soon. And avoid the second hand comments. That's my job."
"Feel free to refer to yourself as a target of paranoia to the magical demonic hyena if you like. I prefer looking the fool."
"New Pantheon?" Selvan laughed over the net which spilled over as a wry smile in meat space. "How reassuring." "Still." Selvan says aloud. "It's a healthy paranoia you have if a bit unfounded. We're not assassins or spies. We're disgraced, dishonored, disowned, and for at least one of us." Selvan's eyes flicked briefly towards Sam. "That's been true since birth. It's ironic to think the despite your birth and heritage you may have better chances where we're from than near all of us here. That is if your head didn't explode near the end of the journey. Our home is rather inhospitable to magical creatures."
"Interesting. So let's discuss for a moment what we can say and what we should avoid and, most important of all, what we should flat out deny or not give away."
Connor. We have cannons, air ships, and the only threat to us so far has been flying super intelligent sorcerers who rip apart ground based cities for fun. I think we're good.
Eh, Selvan doesn't see it as the disadvantage connor does obviously. What they have in magic we make up for in in air and firepower. It's exceedingly easy to blow up, say, this orc town from the sky.
Selvan listened and stayed as stalwart and alert as a stone gargoyle.
Selvan listens carefully and then asks his own question. "And should negotiations break down?"
"And he's smart enough to plug the eyesockets of that skull with jewels from his trove to drink the plundered wine without worry."
"Hmmmmm married or enslaved? Not that there's much distinction in some circles."
Selvan will go out at the next opportunity with one of the three able to go out (not Sam). Selvan's trip will be slightly more social/military. He's looking to try and derive the general politics of the place particularly paying attention to their relations to the ogre mages and dragons in the area. Also looking at things like aerial defenses. Oh, and he's looking for a good restaurant. Just let me know what rolls you need.
"Sam, Alys, you want to head out sometime and wait for the locals to attack us? Food's rather good here."
"Less"?
Selvan, playing the part of the good guard simply keeps his mouth shut unless spoken to nearly the entire trip. "Maybe. My range is limited to 140ft. Though in time I believe it's possible to exand that range night infinitely."
This is going to be weird coming from Selvan but while he's down here he doesn't see any reason why we shouldn't purchase magic items so long as they go away before we reach the islands. Going to do some reading. I have lots of reading to do. So much reading. And then writing. A lot of writing.
perception "Up to you since it seems he's going to magically bind you in some way regardless of the state of your soul. Check the eyes. One wonders if this isn't fulfilling some inner need of his driven by infernal blood. It's probably harmless. Probably."
Aid Another Diplomacy for Connor. "It would be impressive to show up with a squad of winged bodyguards to your destination on top of the impression you assuredly already make wherever you go."
"Well isn't he just ridiculously huge."
Selvan goes along rolling his eyes at the drama. "Please, murder is the least thing an elven parent does to his wayward ilk. They're...patient."
"No one has parrots on the skyships. No one who knows better at least." Selvan mentions matter of factly. "No one wants a squawking creature that eats all the fruit and uncannily manages to learn the worst possible insults in order to express them at the most awkward times. And for what? A companion that will get roasted in the first dragon attack. Cats are welcome, but mostly because the rats are not and they've sense enough to hide when dragons are about. I've also seen sea hawks and monkeys. Monkeys can be trained and hawks scare the piss out of the ever present seagulls."
Selvan sighs. "Well that's coming out of the pay" Healing to Alys Healing to Sam
"Relax, no one's dead. Reminds me of a memory crystal I attuned once of a battle between tow families. When ammo and arrows were spent they each decided to settle the matter in a card game as neither wanted to stain their clothes in an opponents blood. Stranger things have happened." IF everyone could post their current hp totals I can go through the mathematical nonsense of getting everyone healed.
With Sam back at the wagonSelvan drops on deck and sucks the more fatal wounds off him. healed to sam and hurt. "If I can get some cover I can wreak havoc on the archers in their face but I need someone with me to help cover. I believe I have a way to get into and among them. How's the lizard looking is he regenerating? Sam use your tattoos. That goes for everyone. Conserve power if you can."
"Get the wounded back to the wagon and let them negotiate if they want. It will give us time to get everyone back up. More importantly if the fight starts again we won't have to put up with the same disadvantages."
TEchnically speaking it's up to the brothers. Selvan's backing up to recover and maybe spare a heal if someone can get to him fast enough before he ascends adn starts taking out more archers.
Selvan takes a parting shot at the wounded catfolk before backing out. Inevitable strike Attack
50ft. Flying back to the wagon.
"Connor calm down. Me and Reaghar are trying to win the fight here. And as you may have noticed I'm drawing a lot of fire and I intend to keep it that way. Just get Sam to cover. Try to move your constructs over to the archers. They are obviously not effective enough to take on the lizard."
Selvan curses over the network as his arrows shatter on the lizard's hide. "My arrows are unlikely to penetrate its skin. Il try to harass the archers." Selvan moves forward adn takes a shot at the catfolk between two gnolls. Swift: Inevitable strike. Attack Damage
swift: manifest in evitable strike Bow attack Bow damage Move: ascend higher 25ft.
Have to say after 3 levels of this I am not a fan of the tactician. All my options are exceedingly limited.
Selvan takes off straight up as well puling his bow. .
Easier to focus him down and mitigate the damage from the arrows with the tanlge+constructs. The longer he's up the more damage he can do. IDeally I'd want the lizard down with the brothers still up so they can wreak a terrible vengeance on the archers. I deeply suspect MDT got his copy of the ACG. :P
"The plan is to act like our kind and piss on the roaches from above. 50ft. above the ground at all times. If the archers start to tag you fly up and away from their range. All fire on the lizard. Even with his long stick he can't fight a swarm of hornets."
"Great work Sam. Now get out of there. Shoot the big lizard down. See if the constructs can harass the loose furbags.
PErception.
Selvan more or less keeps to himself with occasional complaints about dragging the network hacked in living bomb with them.
Selvan shrugs as the screamers leave. "Charming." Then turning to the one that got them the armor he adds. "When they calm down be sure to inform them there's a dragon who would have been happy to eat him if he decides to go back. Next time he may be coming back in a sack weighing slightly less than him."
Selvan shrugs his shoulders as he adjusts his grip on the everburning torch and picks up his pack completely unsurprised. "And he hates us. We'll talk about it more when we reach the surface. My inner Reaghar demands this."
Selvan shrugs and rifles carefully through his pack in the darkness suddenly his eyes blink as something brilliant emerges from the pack. GM: "Forgot I had one of these. I can't speak for my ancestors nor the grudges of dragons." The last three words are a long guttural single word in draconic. "My only concern are the lives and me and mine."
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