Wow, it's been some time, eh? That sounds awesome and I hope you'll have fun with that tabletop climax. We really did have a great thing and I'd love to be in touch too! :D
PMing here is an option, but I can give my contact details if you want them.
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See you all. It's been a great deal of fun and you lot have been simply amazing. Keep on being amazing, yeah? May you have a thousand good things. ** Sindran disappears in a burst of hellfire, planeshifting into Hell **
Sindran takes another step towards the wall, both to get a better view on the bowman on the northern part of the room and for a better defense against whoever could be behind the curtain. The half-orc chants a spell, the temperature rapidly increasing as a globe of fire appears over the bowman, threatening to inflict severe burns if he doesn't get out of the way.
The chain of force which tripped the guard that attacked Sindran winds its length around the man, dragging him away from the half-orc and closer towards Talon and the melee.
Actions: 5-foot step SW and cast Flaming Sphere on the bowman at P-2. Choosing +2 to attack rolls and +2 dodge bonus to AC and reflex saves from Blessing of Fevor. +2 HP and +1 to attack rolls until end of next turn from Glorious Heat. +1 HP from Fire God's Blessing if flaming sphere hits.
Chain of Perdition drags the guard towards Talon and the Babau. Move 5 feet towards them on success and for every 5 that attack exceeds victim's CMD, move additional 5 feet. Total: +2 HP (+3 HP if flaming sphere succeeds) and +2 dodge AC, +2 Reflex, +3 attack rolls until next turn. Counter:
Daaaang. Also, I went peeking at your character block because that is some fearsome one-hit KO right there and you forgot that you have both Hatred and Grave Robbery. The first get you a +1 racial bonus on attack rolls vs humanoid (human), and the second gets you +1 trait bonus on confirming critical hits. Not that you need the help.
I certainly would!
Also, also, I just discovered this great spell: Spellcasting Contract. Devil-flavored and exclusive to Asmodean divine clerics/oracles. I hope I can get it. :D It lets me give anyone I want the use of some of my spells in a contract. That is, they can cast the spells themselves as if I had cast them, limited to the level of spell and the creature's HD. And as the caster I gain "a profane bonus to your Armor Class, saving throws, and checks equal to the highest-level spell you have imbued". Which, awesome! So I can give, say, Grumblejack the ability to cast Obscuring Mist, Cure Light Wounds, and Silence once per day as if I had cast them myself and which refreshes every time I regain my spells. This reduces my spell slots, of course, but I have enough to go around. And it's worth it for the +2 profane bonus. The bonus to checks may be subject to GM fiat since a check is "a d20 roll" meaning I presumably get it to attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, etc. So I pretty much get a bonus to everything while I have a contract. That said: Would you like to make a contract?
Just popping in to share a devilishly excellent piece of temptation. It's from a transcribed story of someone's D&D campaign which I am currently enjoying: Tales of Wyre: Interlude with The Confuser. I take no responsibility for the hours of archive binging which may ensue. Do be warned that this particular post is a major spoiler for the story and includes info dumps which would not be particularly interesting to someone who hasn't read through the story. But on that note, I am taking much inspiration especially since Sindran will be dealing, summoning, and binding with other planes if he survives that far and if the GM allows it.
Sindran spares a moment to glance at the weapon sticking out of his stomach before looking up to glare at its owner, who has drawn back his sword with a handful of the half-orc's guts. "Unwise," Sindran says, the word holding a terrible power, before utterly ignoring the man as he steps around him with an unnatural grace to stand at the corner of the room behind Cole and his mirror images. He then casts a spell at his attacker, summoning a ghostly chain that weaves around the man's legs and attempts to bring him to the ground.
This early in the morning, Sindran has just woken and is eating the breakfast brought to him. Grumblejack is eating his own meal, well away from anything important and barely out of Sindran's sight. Close enough to see if anything should happen but not actually requiring him to look at the mess. He has just finished drinking a red liquid from his chalice which may or may not be blood and gives a small snort in satisfaction. He lifts a fork, something which may or may not be roasted pork impaled upon it, when the explosions sound and he shifts into action.
Sorry I've been quiet. I'll catch up when I can--been having an annoying prolonged headache. I'll thumbs up on any proposed plans for defense, but Sindran will likely advocate offense over defense.
Sindran hurries to the highest levels of the Horn, fearing the worst. When he arrives, he listens, making note of the area. "That is most unfortunate," Sindran says, extremely displeased at the situation. Now their defenses were even more depleted. He makes a note to attempt to sway Ezra into thinking that stopping these intruders from disrupting the ritual would be in her best interest. "Would there be anything we could do to hasten his return?"
Sindran is out the room and checking the situation as soon as the alarm sounded. "Grumblejack, take point! Head down. Send a group to the seal with immediate alert if anything happens." Waiting a few moments to gather some more minions to surround him, Sindran takes out the eye and begins attempting to scry out the situation below. When Grumblejack has assembled a good-enough protection detail, they begin heading down as Sindran assesses their options.
Sindran, meanwhile, is busy reading how his plans are coming along in his room.
"I've just checked the entire Horn," Sindran reveals to Caladwhen when she asks, "but it doesn't hurt to double-check. Perhaps by someone with better eyes than me. I've been working on establishing direct control over the goblins, but they're quite unstable at the moment. I'll personally see myself appraised of the situation, however. It would be a good opportunity to drop by on our new... allies."
The one sort-of convinced that we're the good guys and we need her help for a strengthening ritual on the seal of the Horn, if I recall correctly. I'm still uncertain if she counts as a 'true' follower. This may necessitate a religion check? For important named followers of Sarenrae, there's Abbess Temperance Avigail of the Abbey of Saint Cynthia-Celeste in Farholde. Oh, and we really should get started on the third sacrifice as well. Sindran is a bit busy with his pet projects though....
If there was something to be noticed, Sindran didn't notice it.
"Do tell me why a silver dragon is so important. I'm not familiar with their lore." Sindran minds the fort, using the time to scry their defenses as well as check on their new assets, namely the cat and the lizards. He drops by to see how Zikomo's withdrawal is progressing, weaning his dependence on the half-orc. He delegates most of the work once he's seen to things, using any remaining time to check on what Ezra is doing and how Hexor-and-Vexor's game is progressing! Oh, and bathing in the blood of innocents and engaging in ritualistic sacrifice, I guess.
Sindran nods to Talon, allowing him to use his own judgement. He pens a quick reply to the message. Reply to Heitr: Inform current attitude of Farholde against dragon and sway public against it. Continue monitoring situation. Send reports.
My next feat slot will be taken by Divine Interference but I'm posting this anyway since Caladwhen might be interested in it. Sacred Geometry is an interesting feat because it requires you, the player, to actively perform mathematical operations for it in exchange for a good chance of two metamagic feats on a spell of your choice for free. It's weird because this is one of the few instances where the player takes an active role in determining how it works out. And also because in a tabletop game it would horribly delay encounters as the guy with this feat furiously performs math while everyone else glares at him to hurry up. So basically every tabletop game ever with a player being glared at instead of the GM. This might not seem broken, but someone did the math, and when you have 12 ranks of Knowledge (engineering), the chance of coming out with a valid solution is 100% for every spell level. Even better if you have a program that does the math for you. Pretty much on par with the Divine Protection feat I took that gives me broken saving throws.
I'll take that reroll.
Praise be.
Sindran Level 9:
Favored Class Bonus: Bonus Spell Fort +1 Ref +1 3rd Level Spells +1
Feat: Divine Protection (this gives me crazy saving throws) Spells gained: Enthrall (2nd), Vision of Hell (3rd), Restoration (4th)
Language Learned: Signs of the 9th Knot, Read Lips Skill Ranks: 7+2
I've also invested in a linguistics rank for a secret 9th Knot sign language and also one for reading lips if that's okay. Also, does this mean Grumblejack levels? He should learn the sign language too.
Sindran already has said cloak, taken from the 7th. That's one less cost to worry about.
I'm cool with your purchases. Oh, and don't forget Cloak of Resistances +3 for everyone!
Scouts. Fodder. Sacrifices, Sindran mused, returning the lizadmen's pleading gaze with a blank look. Minions who have further knowledge outside of the territory of the goblins. Replacements for the goblins in case Zikomo does not work out and considering how fast the goblins disappear even with constant new additions. He could say he would help them and name a price, of course, but it was far more amusing to see them squirm. And too often did one in despair bargain away more than their worth. "We could help," he began, and then paused, letting Grumblejack fall in line behind him after he signaled him closer, "but we could not do so for free. We're in the middle of some trouble ourselves and cannot spare resources with nothing to gain."
"In a manner of speaking," Sindran says evasively. Cats aren't really the usual things he deals with. The half-orc sets to looking for the chief.
Sindran acts like he has an idea of what that means and heads to the Lizardmen village.
One-Eye: "We have business to take care of in the lizardmen village."
Sindran follows for the moment, waving for Grumblejack to stay close and do the same. He takes a moment to observe what happened to the lizardmen.
"Yes," Sindran says, then follows after One-Eye. purrs and yowls:
"Won't you be bringing your possessions?"
kitty:
"What will you do now?"
Sindran knows the elf is dead and focuses more on the living tiger in front of them. The dead elf's respect for nature might be a problematic sign if the tiger would choose to oppose them, but perhaps her death could be used to move the tiger to them. Kittyspeak:
"I am sorry for your loss," Sindran says consolingly, even managing to sound like he means it. Though it's more on the loss of opportunities on his end. "What happened?"
Sindran approaches first but inclines his head towards the cave, signalling Talon and Cole to follow behind him.
purr:
"Yes." Sindran moves to follow One-eye, gesturing for Grumblejack to stay for now. The cat seems sincere, but Sindran knows not to trust displays. He also gauges One-eye's temperament to Cole and Talon, ready to gesture for them to join him if it would not offend the cat.
Kitty: "Whatever they offer their services for. They hunt and protect our base. You know the White Owl?"
That is a pretty good reference for Sindran. Not exactly his build and his mouth wouldn't be covered, but there's definitely some hoodoo going on there.
Sindran remains in the same position, not holding eye contact for long to show they didn't come to fight. He gauges One-Eye's response and finds him caught off-balance. He waits a few moments, letting the cat tense in the wait, considering his words and muses on using one of the lizards as an offering if they continue to get on Grumblejack's bad side. Reasonable doubt. Finally, he speaks. Kittyspeak: "You've already claimed something of mine. Two goblins more than seven suns ago. They were mine, and you took them. You did not know, but I will not give you more with nothing for me."
"We'll see," Sindran says to Cole noncommittally. "For now, stay beside me and do nothing. Grumblejack will do the same. Talon, be prepared to block off any escape routes should he flee." Sindran takes out a wand from his pouch and taps himself with it, muttering something to activate the magic. He then pockets the wand and starts another spell, fingertip trailing with fire as he burns a symbol in the air over his chest.
Done, he raises a hand, palm forward, signalling the others stay. He walks forward to One-Eye and then stands neutral, a distance long enough for neither to threaten another but short enough to speak. He waits for One-Eye to acknowledge his presence, hands crossed behind him, delaying his ability to raise them in front of him should the other attack. A sign of confidence. "Hello."
"Of course," Sindran agrees, stating it as fact. "I desire to share knowledge. We seek her for our own reasons, but if I hear why you desire to speak to her, perhaps we might work together."
"Her position is not known to us," Sindran acknowledges. "We seek her as well."
Sindran acknowledges the elder lizardman with a nod, returning the greeting with a probing question in Draconic. "I am Sindran. Do you know who we are?"
"Mhm, yes." Sindran muses on which approach to take. " This might speed our search as well; they would know the area and know what we're looking for. Let me do the talking." Sindran gestures for Grumblejack to stay close and then hunches forward, folding his arms in as fire suddenly bursts from his back, rising upward until they take the form of burning wings. The half-orc straightens then flaps his wings, sending a wave of heat outward and himself upward, rising into the sky. He hovers for a few moments, wings flapping around him, eyes seeking out the hut most likely to be their leader's and enters the village, intent on landing in front of it.
Sindran lands and waits for the lizardmen to make the first move, dragging out their fear and anticipation, ready to retaliate with excessive force to cement his position before speaking.
Sindran doesn't bother trying to make Grumblejack quieter. They were announcing their presence, after all. "Very stealthy," Sindran says, agreeing with Grumblejack's story. It reminds him of a few of his own work. Intimidation worked wonders. "You will be stealthy for this one too."
Stating again that Sindran took the following from the loot of the 7th: Potion of Gaseous Form
Talon, there's an Amulet of Natural Armor (+2) included in the 7th's loot. You might want it. There are also 4 potions of moderate wounds, which is again useful.
Item Purchases:
Total: 1150 GP Suggestions on what to craft/do with the money:
Upgrade Sindran's Headband of Alluring Charisma from (+2) to (+4) // Cost (craft): 6,000 GP Spellguard Bracers for casters // Buying is 5,000 gp, Caladwhen doesn't have the feat prerequisite Get a Wand of Cure Light Wounds for Talon/Caladwhen/etc. Someone needs to be able to heal if I'm not there. I have Wand of Cure Light Wounds [CL 5] (30 charges) if anyone wants it. I'll swap it for a CL 1 Wand of CLW. When we get to level 9, Caladwhen should start crafting everyone Cloak of Resistance (+3). We could do (+2) for now and upgrade it later, too, but we're close to leveling I think. Also, metamagic rods and Pearl of Power for you guys. And a Bookplate of Recall because your spellbook is important. Eyes of the Eagle for a Perception bonus.
On the edge of the Caer Bryr are those strange hills called the Karst. They say, somewhere in those hills is lost a great treasure!
I caught it! But I couldn't think of anything witty to reply to it with afterward.
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