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So I have no idea how I didn't put two and two together here, but I just realized PatheticWretch and I have gamed together before on these boards! My halfling cavalier, Pooka, explored the halls of the Mwangi Museaum in Absalom alongside of Insidion. Good times... I knew the name PatheticWretch sounded familiar...
@DM Kludde - Since this is a Pre-gen, I would like to apply this credit to a new level 1 character. - Name: (please leave blank, this will turn into a GM Credit Baby)
Thanks again, as always! Looking forward to getting back into the Emerald Spire :) Hopefully getting back into our regular characters will help with the posting rate too...
"Can we move this along boys?" Shardra asks playfully as the brutes of the group finish off the remaining demons. "Now I wonder if there is anything else in this place?" Loading her crossbow, Shardra walks up to the unconcious drow woman, and aims the bolt at the space between her eyes. "Unless someone thinks this one should live, I can just make this quick. Never had any use for the dark elves anyways..."
Shardra continues to chant the demon's doom, while she casually takes a step forward and draws out her light crossbow. Her spells nearly spent, she had very little power left to do anything to the enemies other than continue their misfortunes and hexes.
The dwarf woman smiles grimly as the drow drops unceremoniously to the ground. She continues to chant, just to hold that hex of misfortune, in case the wicked woman gets back now. Now just to finish these demons off. She gives the closest demon a wicked look, distracting it from the attacks of her companions.
Shardra grumbles at the mess of enemies, hoping that her capable compaions can mop them up quickly. To help, she stares into the strands of fate, snapping the ones that bode the most good fortune for the drow woman who stands before her.
Shardra moves further into the room, pointing her finger at the blinded, cursing drow. "I shall make you wither before me. Cower, drow!" for [dice=Negative Levels]1d4[/dice]
This darkness is going to be a problem... Shardra chants and mumbles before yelling, "Haste!" infusing all of her companions with a sense of urgency, even if they don't quite know where to go yet.
Shardra takes Oloch's cue, and begins to look at the tracks, studying them closely.
"Good eye Oloch. Look here, there is a second set. We should follow these instead of the main ones. I suspect the main ones are a ruse to lead us into an ambush. Quietly, we must press our advantage of stealth and surprise. If we are able to get the drop on our enemies, I can cast haste on all of us like Enora did, and press our advantage even more."
The shaman waves her hands to clear the cloud from her vision, no phased by the spores in the least.
monstrous insight:
As a standard action 6 times per day, Shardra can attempt to identify a creature with a +7 bonus to her Knowledge check. Whether or not she succeeds, she gains a +2 insight bonus to attack rolls and AC against that creature for 1 minute. Shardra shuffles through the flip cards in her mind, trying to recall details about these plants, and does her best to stay out of the warrior's way.
It's always 4d20 somewhere
"Cut them down boys! We don't have time for these games." Shardra turns and winks at the arcanist. "Or burn them, if thats the way a lady prefers to play."
Shardra casts detect magic to scan the room just to see if the gear is hidden. "It is possible if your equipment was powerful enough, they have taken it to use themselves. Where are the rest of these evil creatures? We must not waste any time if we are to be sure we can catch them and cleanse this place." "And I thank you, Caldron, for your generosity. We seek to learn and explore, as well as cooperate. Do not think that the treasures you seek to protect will be raped of their value. In fact, there may be much that our organizations could gain from an alliance. But that is talk for another time." Shardra begins to move to the other door to see what evil hides within.
"Then to succeed in our cause, it seems we can help you with yours. What other creatures hide in these walls? We are here to learn and explore. If helping you allows us to do the things we came to do, then you can count on us. Do you require healing? I can offer some."
Shardra approaches the elf. "Look past my race, for I know we don't always agree with each other. I am Shardra, a pathfinder. Please tell me who you are, and know that we are here to help." The dwarf reaches down, ready to offer healing to the battered elf.
Shardra shrugs her shoulders as the creature ducks back into the room. Worried about her friends following in, she focuses her energy enough to call off the sickening entanglement spell. She then moves into the room to give another target to the evil creature, hoping to overwhelm him with numbers.
Shardra takes her humming and chanting in an awkward turn, as she chants out some important things to her companions. The wild and weird way in which she reveals these things makes the demonic man feel as though she is baring his evil soul, and he doesn't like it.
"The plant creature will drain your blood if you let it grab you and resists acid, cold and electricity..." she chants in a monotone voice. "Hit the Incubus with cold iron or good weapons, but don't use energy, and pray it doesn't hit you in the sweet spot..." Shardra's inflection bounces to different tones, which makes her companions feel strange, and the incubus just awful. "The shadow demon is the true threat! Incorporeal and immune to almost all energy, only cold iron and good weapons can damage it. If you let it charge you, it will rend you with its claws and maw!"
Sunlight Powerlessness:
Sunlight Powerlessness (Ex) A shadow demon is utterly powerless in bright light or natural sunlight and flees from it. A shadow demon caught in such light cannot attack and can take only a single move or standard action. A shadow demon that is possessing a creature using magic jar is not harmed by sunlight, but if it is struck by a sunbeam or sunburst spell while possessing a creature, the shadow demon is driven out of its host automatically. Shardra turns her attention to the shadow demon, knowing the havoc it could cause. She casts a hex on the evil creature, unwinding its strands of good luck and weaving in a few of the bad kind.
DM Kludde:
always happy to do anything I can to make your life easier! As soon as I can get to my desk ill take care of it! -Posted with Wayfinder
Frustrated that her entangeling spell isn't working well, Shardra decides she will help twist the fate of one of the incubi to her favor. She glares at the demonic man and begins to hum and chant. Her wild eyebrows are quite unnerving.
DM Kludde:
what are their defenses (resistances/immunities)? What are their weaknesses? Any special attacks/poison we should be careful of?
Oh sh..... "Incubi! Shadow demon! Mandragora!" the shaman shouts. "don't let them get those spells off! Hit them hard!" For her part, Shardra waves her hands together, calling forth the entangling plants who do her bidding. -Posted with Wayfinder
Shardra presses her fingers against her temples, focusing her thoughts and calling on the spirits around her to help understand her foe. "Watch out, those are...." -Posted with Wayfinder
"Let us be done with this, Enora, cast your spell and then these beautiful brutes can knock this door down." Shardra whispers. She even flexes her eyebrows again, popping one up, then the other, appearing as though they are bouncing back and forth. The sight is rather unnerving, though her companions know the hard stare is meant for their enemies.
Shardra translates the conversation to the Drow, hoping he might be more helpful, but it doesn't appear he will.
"Keep him bound. Garox, do that thing with your sap again, make sure he doesn't wake up for a very long time. Let's go see about this prisoner." With that, Shardra moves towards the door where she knows more dark elves are waiting for her and her friends.
Prisoner? We thought this place was empty! Figures... typical Society intel... "Mwen te konnen ou te entelijan. Konbyen plis nan se la ou ye ? Ki sa yo ou ap fè la a?" Undercommon/elven:
"I knew you were smart. How many more of you are there? What are you doing here?" Hopefully I am not asking questions to clue him in that we are clueless... To the others, Shardra translates, "He says the prisoner is in the other room. Get your weapons ready, I don't think we are done fighting yet. Leave this one tied up so he can't do anything more. We will take him back as a prisoner." Just to make sure there are no tricks, Shardra casts detect undead and scans the rooms.
Shardra crinkles her nose at the dark elf's apparently derogatory reply. "Kill the other one. This one has one more opportunity to speak." The Shaman doesn't even flinch when Jelani crushes the dark elf like a bug, but keeps her stare locked on the remaining elf. "Ayeuna mah urang ngarti silih ? Gancang jeung jawaban Anjeun saencan kuring nyaritakeun Garox dieu pikeun motong tikoro Anjeun." Undercommon: "Now do we understand each other? Be quick with your answers before I tell Garox here to cut your throat."
"Yes, we should find out what he knows of this place and why he was here. He may be quite useful as we seek to understand what this site is. Bind him up, then wake him."
Shardra peers at the groggy dark elf as he begins to come around. "My name is Shardra. We are with the pathfinder society. It is unfortunate you attacked us before we had an opportunity to speak, and you should be grateful we didn't just kill you outright. Well, now is the chance to save your own life. Lets start by who you are, who you work for, and why you were here." Sharda gives the elf a very evil eye as she waits for his answer. Few can resist the unnerving stare, and the dwarf hopes it will break whatever willpower he has to resist answering her questions. Legend lore: Shardra finds out more about an important person, place, or thing. Since it takes 2d6 weeks to cast this spell from rumors or 1d10 days to cast it with detailed information, Shardra probably needs to have the subject present, in which case it takes 1d4 × 10 minutes to cast. Afterwards, Shardra learns legends about the subject, possibly facts that were forgotten or never generally known. If she casts without the subject present, this information is less complete.
With the dark elf obviously unnerved by the dwarf's stare, she begins a hearty chuckle. "Doom Doom Doom! Do you see the fates, there, in the distance. 'Tis your strand they play with, don't you see?" With a wave of her hands the dark elf has a vision flash before his eyes. In a split second, he sees every decision he has ever made, and what would have happened had it been the wrong one. "Doom Doom Doom! Mwuaaahahahahah!"
Misfortune:
As a standard action, Shardra can force an enemy within 30 feet to roll twice on all ability checks, attack rolls, saving throws, and skill checks and take the lower roll for 1 round (Will DC 18 negates). She can’t use misfortune on the same target again for 24 hours. chant: As a move action, Shardra can chant aloud and extend her evil eye and misfortune hexes by 1 round for all targets within 30 feet.
"Vile Dark elf! Your doom approaches.." Shardra points at the drow not yet crushed by Jelani, and furrows her brow. She manages to raise one eyebrow, a feat very few can accomplish. The look she gives the dark elf is positively unnerving.
Evil Eye: As a standard action, Shardra can give an enemy with a mind within 30 feet a –2 penalty on attack rolls, AC, saving throws, or skill checks for 8 rounds (Will DC 18 reduces the duration to 1 round).
The dwarven shaman smirks as darkness falls into the room. Waving her hands, she touches her headpiece, causing it to glow with the light of the sun. She then walks into the room, using the spell of daylight to flood into the darkness. "The light shineth in the darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not!"
"Spellcaster in the room beyond, no time to wait! Prepare to defend yourselves!" Shardra moves forward, flexing her eyebrows in preparation for her most unnerving stare.
"Well done with that ward, Garox." Shardra nods to the man. Looking around the room, Shardra feels at home in the stone.
"We are still not alone... I can feel it."
"Can you dispell it Enora?" Shardra asks, curious about what the ward would be.
"This is interesting..." Shardra says, pursing her lips and opening a journal to begin making sketches and taking notes of the shapes, runes, and particularly of the fascinating tapestry on the wall. "Does anyone know anything about this? What little I know of history does not include anything in here." The dwarf casts detect magic to see if there are any magical clues about the runes and buttons. "I wonder what this does?" she says, inspecting the pedestal closely.
"We have met with the ancient welcoming committee. Shall we move on? While we gather ourselves here, allow me to send Kolo, my deep crag tautara to see what is in this room. While he does that, Jelani, I have something that should help you." The dwarven woman whispers to the lizard shaped stone, and it skitters off towards the door. Meanwhile, Shardra weaves her hands and the giant barbarian's skin takes a strange, rocky formation before fading away, appearing normal once again.
She weaves her hands again and a shimmering, dark light surrounds her, fading away momentarily.
The shaman opens the door for her familiar, and sends the rocky lizard in.
Shardra wastes no time as Jelani begins to cough hysterically. Stepping up to the giant man, she places a hand on his arm and channels divine magic.
"You ok big guy? I can restore whatever damage your body may have sustained. If you feel ok, I can conserve my resources." She looks at Jelani, allowing him to decide.
Shardra steps back to see if the giant warrior can repeat the performance on the second plant creature. She dismisses the entanglement to allow Jelani free access to the thing. This fight seemed well in hand already, just a minor annoyance as they begin to explore.
Shardra coughs and sputters, trying to keep the spores from entering her mouth and nose.
Her dwarven heritage helps keep her from succombing to the plant's attacks.
Shardra weaves her hands and calls to the plants in the room to rise up and protect them.
Shardra kneels down near the fungus, taking a closer look, even daring to reach out and touch it, if that would help her identify it. She reaches deep within the recesses of her mind to find clues as to what it is, and if it might be dangerous.
"Ahh yes. This seems to be more my style, and I do forgive your enthusiasm Venture Captain Heidmarch. Do you know if there are any guardians there at all? And what should we do, if we aren't the first ones there?" The squat dwarven female stands, immoving while she asks her questions. The complicated garb and headdress of the shaman add an imposing air to the figure as she speaks. While she listens, a small creature that reminds most of a pet lizard in shape, but looks to be made entirely of stone, curls up on the floor at her feet.
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