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Hey everyone, I'm really sorry to have dropped off the face of the Earth without any warning! My partner was suddenly put in the ER for the last week, (they're doing much better now) but I was so frazzled between that and finals that I wasn't remembering to eat or sleep, let alone check the forums. I'm back now though, and I'll try to get something up ASAP! Thank you everyone for your patience!
"I'm fine, and healing's my game! Apology of flame, burns away your wounds, chosen of Atreia and all that. And good news! If you survive an enervation, which is no small feat in of itself, you should feel better by tomorrow! It's not a wound that I can heal myself I'm afraid."
"Well that was exciting! Who's hurt?"
"Yipe! This thing is immune to my fire!" Considering it's threatening glare, he takes a move action away from the creature.
Only the first ray strikes, but instead of doing damage, it heals Jorne for 6 points of damage.
"Ahhhhh! Scorching Ray! Scorching Ray!" Sindri fires off two blasts of fire at the horrifying darkness spriggan.
Sindri walks up, and considers his options. Web sounds pretty nice, and he drops one. DC 17 reflex save or be entangled, also moving is harder, and it's flammable.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't trying to hit a square AC 5? I'm just kind of curious where AC 24 came from :)
So my two cents on fireball:
"Well, if we're throwing fire, I'll get in on that!" Sindri hucks a fireball at the baddies.
Sindri's fireball is slightly staggered, waiting for the lead of his party leader. He aims for the same spot, hoping to hit before the crows all get away.
"Oh boy! I've felt so useless recently, I can't wait to show you what I can do, my Lord!"
"Ah, a fellow linguist! I speak both, actually! As well as Gnomish, Terran, Aquan, Auran, Ignin, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, Goblin, Orc, Infernal, Abyssal, Necril, and Aklo, although I'm still learning Aklo, and might not be able to translate as well as might be desired I'm afraid." Sindri says this all in one breath, first sounding proud, then apologetic at his perceived failure.
"Oh my! A wand of the 4th circle! I don't think I've ever seen such a thing before, let alone held one! I suspect I could do some serious damage with such a thing!" He pauses for a second. "Although I must admit, it will be strange wielding flames that I cannot make heal others. After all, the apology of fire runs strong within me." Then he grins. "Still! A wand of the 4th circle! Thank you my liege! And the activation phrase is in celestial, might I enquire into the creator of such an item?"
Let me know if Sindri's ever too goofy, and I can try and tone it down a little bit. Don't want to break the immersion for anyone!
A wand of fireball! How exciting your grace! I would love to see it sometime!" Although," he says slyly,
Sindri if you would fill us in on your capabilities besides a fireball. "Of course! I have cards printed up of every spell that I know!" The gnome pats himself down, looking in his many pockets for his business cards before deflating. "Oh. That's right. I left them all in Brevoy. Well no matter!" He promptly begins rattling off a list of spells, and their various effects.
Spells::
Cantrips: Detect Magic Ray of Frost Spark Ghost Sound Message Presti Level 1's(8/day) DC 16/18
Level 2's(6/day) DC 17/19
Level 3's (4/day) DC 18/20
"In the future, I hope to learn how to make myself shimmer like a heat haze, and to give my allies the speed and ferocity of a fire!"
Sindri loudly and energetically adds his voice to Quince's tune!
...Diggy diggy hole, Digging a hooooolee!"
I can't do anything more than echo St. John's sentiments, but my heart and sympathies goes out to you.
"Hey boss, you want a distraction, we gnomes know how to make a grade A genuine distraction. Just say the word and phoom!" Sindri pantomimes an explosion, putting his whole body into the effort of it. He is obviously very excited at the prospect of learning what happened here, but the allure of exploding things in the name of Ateria was calling to his very soul.
"You mind if I stick with you Quince? I'm not really cut out for sneaking or scouting really." Sindri sounds apologetic as he admits this failing on his part. Sindri casts see invisibility on himself, it will last for the next hour. "Burning my foes and healing my friends is more my game."
"Oh that's gross. That's really really gross. I think I'm going to throw up." Sindri gags in a corner, and comes back a couple of minutes later. "Yeah, mind-twisters are the worst. And wow! This cloak is way higher end than the one that I had commissioned for myself! There is some sentimental value there, but practicality must come first. The irony of the city gnome in his fancy silk ceremonial armor saying such a thing is completely lost on him. "So... is it fireball time?"
Sindri continues to squint his eyes at the smoke. It seemed somewhat odd to him, but he couldn't quite his finger on it. And with so many people preparing themselves to fight the boar surely they didn't need his help, right? He kept an ear out if it sounded like anyone got maimed, but continued to stare in the direction of the town
"Oh smoke is my forte!"
Sindri on the other hand doesn't quite seem to grasp even the most basic concepts of riding, falling off the elk repeatedly, although each time with a grin on his face.
"Do you think I could maybe ride on the back of someone else's elk? I really don't add that much weight. Oh! Also I don't know how to ride."
Sindri oohs and ahs his way through the kingdom, excitedly taking in the sights! An Elk might be a little too big for him though!
Very nicely done!
"Oh!" Sindri switches over to celestial. "I hope you don't mind, I so rarely get a chance to practice! I'm a bit of a linguaphile, after all. I suppose I'm obliged to try and find out as much about myself as possible. After all, I owe it to my god, Atreia! I am the apology of flame for burning the living, or at least I think that's what I am! The more I learn of my god, the more I grow certain of it!"
"I've never seen an elf with blue hair before!" Sindri blurts out, before covering his mouth with his hands. "I'm sorry, was that insensitive? I can be insensitive some times. At least that's what my friends used to say. But that's what this headband is for, it's supposed to help with that, but sometimes I talk too fast and it can't catch up and now I'm flustered and rambling, I should probably stop now!" The gnome sticks out his hand. "Sindri's my name. Sorry about that."
I'm actually really happy with the profile picture I chose for Sindri, and have no real corrections to make there! Will get the knowledge local thing up ASAP. EDIT: Well, I added in some knowledge local anyway! Hopefully it works for you Quince!
Sindri had been sitting quietly and watching the goings on. It was uncharacteristic of him to not be rubbing elbows with whoever would listen to him, but he was trying to make a good first impression. When the dragonkin smashed his way into the room, his eyes began to glow slightly, and as he moved his hands about sparks began to fly. At the explanation of the situation however, he relaxes back into his chair and the sparks fade. At the mention of house Rogarvia, his eyes are glued to Ike. His finger that bore a ring with the Rogarvian crest on it began to tap slightly. "In addition to all that was mentioned, would it stop any of us from going to Varnhold even if we weren't given a mandate by Greenwatch? From the sound of it, we all have our own reasons for looking into The Vanishing. Friends, family, lovers? You couldn't keep me away from Varnhold if you tried!" He pauses for a second. "Still, I feel confident knowing that there are such qualified people who are so similarly motivated! If we travel together, not even the strangeness of the Stolen Lands will be able to thwart us!"
I mean. If I get to crit someone's face off with scorching ray I'm happy :) That being said, I also prefer to avoid fumbles.
I'm happy to do some revamping too, my first though was to run an arcane trickster building towards Kirin style, but then it started getting to be too much paperwork for not enough cool reward, and then I swapped over to the ever-cool(hot) phoenix sorcerer instead. I'm enjoying being rather happy-go-lucky for once instead of being all grim and serious, but I can revamp to whatever we need!
"Happy to be of service! Sindri Cindermage at your service! Ateria's flame flows through me, letting me heal my allies and burn my foes!" The gnome polishes his glasses. "I've already promised to help find Varnhold, you've got my services at your disposal!"
About average height for a gnome, Sindri is still quite small, even in comparison to Layla. His hair is a vibrant orange, and he smells not unpleasantly of woodsmoke. He wears rather proudly livery of house Rogarvia, and has a mithril buckler on his back. Aside from that however, he seems to have no weapons or armor. He walks with a constant bounce in his step, and a slightly lopsided smile. He waves to the people he recognizes from the tavern, and takes a seat on the ground.
"No, you see! My friend got vanished years ago, during the Rostland Vanishing! I'm trying to find out what's causing these vanishings so I can bring everyone back, or at least stop it from happening again! I have to believe these people can be saved. Of course I sympathize with the families, I've felt the same pain for a decade." The gnome rises, and although initially he sounded like he was trying to explain a misunderstanding, his ire seems to have been raised. "So don't you assume to know the reasons behind my motivations before you speak to me like that again, got it?" For a minute, you can see echos of the first world in the gnome's eyes, and echoes of the pain of having outlived many humans that he knew many times over. Then he blinks, and the look fades away.
"Fascinating!" Sindri seems completely oblivious to the fact that Lykan is quite obviously deranged, and is instead taking careful notes of everything said. "And you said that they just vanished, with no sign of a struggle? I've seen an unexplained vanishing before, but never on this scale! This could be the solution that I need to crack this thing right open! Please, you must take me with you so that I can study this phenomenon more closely, and learn how to undo it!" The gnome springs up from his stool, and falls to his knees, overcome by extreme emotion.
Sindri jumps at hearing a voice in his head. He tries thinking something extra hard. You're telepathic? That's an amazing ability! Not being particularly observant, he doesn't notice the bartender talking about them, instead looking at Sulvanli wide eyed, as well as admiringly.
"See, I study magical phenomena, with a special interest in disappearing people! So this sounds like it could be right up my alley! Mostly I study different languages though! Did you know that orcish has 36 different words for axe?" "Do you know anything about that loud elf over at the bar? He seems kind of... wild, but I'll probably need others if I want to go to Varnhold! The Stolen Lands can be pretty dangerous."
Sindri approaches the assimar , hundreds of potential greetings already racing through his mind. He rubs his head, a habit that occurs when his headband is telling him what not to say at an alarming rate. Eventually, he hops up on a stool, dragging it over to be near this assimar.
Did it on my profile, here is another link for convivence! I'll be right over.
Captain Generica here, with a completely different direction! I noticed that we could be a little light on healing, so I pulled out my pocket pick for favorite healing build, the phoenix blooded sorcerer! Room to someday get gestalted into some divine class to indicate his god's approval, and if it doesn't happen? Well we've always got big fireballs :) Crunch:
Sindri the Cindermage
LG Phoenix Bloodline Sorcerer 6 Gnome [Favored class sorcerer hpx6] HP: 38 BaB 3 AC 18 T: 14 FF: 14 Fort: 5 Ref: 5 Will: 5(10 vs charm/compulsion) Str: 14(-2) 12 Dex: 14 14 Con: 10(+2) 12 Int: 17 17 Wis: 9 9 Cha: 15(+2+1+2) 20 Gnomish Features:
Skills: Ranks Stat Class Misc Total
Sorcererous Features:
Traits:
Feats:
Languages: Common, Gnome, Sylvan, Terran, Aquan, Auran, Ignin, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, Goblin, Orc, Celestial, Infernal, Abyssal, Necril, Aklo Stuff: 11000
Spells:
Level 1's(8/day) DC 16/18
Level 2's(6/day) DC 17/19
Level 3's (4/day) DC 18/20
Background:
Fire is Sindri's second favorite thing in the world, the first being the acquisition of new languages. Gnomes are not particularly common in the Rostland area, and as such, Sindri became a bit of a local celebrity. Always feeling a closeness to fire, instead of his gnomish ancestry for illusion, and having no interest in tinkering, his parents had no real idea what to do with him. Still, they cared for this strange gnome as best they could, and as his power over flame grew, so did his local fame. An apology from fire for burning so hot. That was the way that Sindri described his flames. They burned wounds away, almost as if they were fueled by the pain that they destroyed. In researching the origin of his power, Sindri came across Atreia, the Lambent King, benevolent elemental lord of fire. His tenants of healing through burning away corruption spoke to Sindri, and it was then that he believed himself to be the chosen of Ateria. He took on the name Cindermage, and decided then to make it his lifes work to live up to the edicts of the Lambent King, to provide warmth to those who do not possess it, and to provide flame to those who deserve it. He offered his services to the local lords, House Rogarvia, as a combination healer and translator. His knowledge of other languages was greatly augmented by his ability to naturally pick up on accents and his general likability. As such, he was offered a small retainer, and lodgings to call his own. Quickly, he became friends with one of the Rogvarian children, Chesti, who shared the gnome's penchant for burning things. Sindri attempted to temper the child's lust for arson, and turn it to more productive uses, to mild success. Although Cindri was no wizard, he was quite familiar with the theory surrounding it, and taught Chesti some skills to manipulate flame. Still, as the years went by, and Chesti grew to a young man of 20 years, Sindri and Chesti remained close friends, often discussing their future plans together, where Chesti would be head of house Rogarvia and Sindri would be a trusted advisor. Chesti even went as far as to take a red rock from the treasury, and gift it to Sindri. It radiated magic, but neither Sindri's studies, nor Chesti's records could determine what it was meant to do. Nevertheless, the red gem spoke to them, calling to both of the flame-touched youths. When the vanishing happened, no one was more upset about it than Sindri. His best friend had been seeming stolen by forces beyond his control. Sindri refused to entertain the notion that Chesti would have left without telling him, and so the only reasonable alternative left was that he must have been kidnapped. Sindri increased his already borderline feverish daily devotions to Atreia, but to no avail, his god had no answers for him. Rostland moved on from the vanishing, but Sindri never did. While Sindri has no particular loyalty to house Surtova, he appreciates what they have done to maintain peace in Brevoy. However, he can never accept the new king as being his own. Perhaps the stolen lands would hold information on what happened to his old friend. 10 long years have passed since that day, and Sindri grows all the more determined to not let his determination burn out. Already he has worn out what welcome he might have had back in Rostland. He will burn a path through the stolen lands if it means finding the answers that he seeks. Armed with flame, and total certainty in his mission and his deity, Sindri is a powerful mage, made all the more dangerous by his deeply rooted devotions. Still, he knows in his heart of hearts that there are some lines he is unwilling to ever cross.
Sindri's stuff's background!: Sindri's loot: All of Sindri's items have a story behind them Sindri's mithril buckler: His mother was an enchanter of some skill, and his father made impressive shields. Sindri asked his parents to make for him a shield that could withstand the savagery of the stolen lands, although he did not have much coin at the time. He hopes that the love of his mother and father will be enough to see him through this adventure. Sindri's charisma band: To talk to others was one of Sindri's great joys in life. However, in his enthusiasm for meeting new people, he would often overshare, and say something that would turn his prospective friends away. As such, he comissioned for himself a headband that would augment and supliment his ablity to speak to others, warning him before he made a social faux pas. This turned out to be invaluable, for although Sindri speaks over 15 languages, he has not studied cultural mannerisims quite as rigourously... Sindri's silk armor: The story behind Sindri's silken armor is very simple: he was granted a set of Rogvarian livery, and was so proud of it that he had it enchanted to protect against rips and dirt. Sindri's cloak of resistance: Sindri and Chesti used to go out on adventures together. Once, while venturing into the stolen lands slightly further than may have been advised, both boys fell prey to a plant, that mesmerized the both of them with swirling hypnotic patterss. Sindri came to his senses after a day had passed, and realized that both he and his friend were covered with vines. Enraged, he blasted the plant with flames, and dragged his delerious friend back to safety. Afterwards, they decided that bolstering their mental defenses might be a good idea... Sindri's ring of deflection: Sindri was very briefly married once, to a lesser Rogarvian noble-woman. She had never met Sindri before the ceremony, instead hearing of him exclusively through Chesti's recountings. What Chesti had forgotten to mention however, was that Sindri was a gnome, which caused the wedding to be called off. Still, Chesti's wedding present to Sindri had been a ring engraved with the Rogarvian crest, which Sindri held onto, and had enchanted once the vanishing had occured, to protect the ring from tarnishing.
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