Solie scuttled over to see what the others had been going on about. She was still pretty wiped, but maybe she could avoid shooting her friends one more time.
Double moving, drawing her crossbow as she heads on over to get in range of the combat.
Solie looks to Biggun who appears to still be standing. "You're not dead again, are you?" she asked Biggun, giving him a gentle poke in the face. "Maybe a zombie?"
Solie snatches what Palo had been looking at. Clearly she was lacking manners. Probably because she was hungry and this chamber smelled awful. Not a good combo. "Gimme I will look," she says as she shakes it about.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
"Hmm.... Magical junk! The best kind!" she says, tossing the thing back at Palo, excepting her catch it.
Solie plunks down on the ground and watches as everyone does things. She was wiped; maybe one more spell left in her and even that was going to be a challenge to pull off.
Solie scuttles over to her fallen companion. How many times had he died today? She'd lost count. She gave him a shake and when he didn't stir she smacked him with a healing spell. Hopefully one big enough to get such a big fellow back on his feet!
Solie cackles as her flame finds its mark, relishing in the smell of singed... Well, she wasn't totally sure what that table was made of but it was singed and that's what's important here.
She drew her arm back again and whipped another flame at the table assaulting her meat shield.
Well, the first thing Solie would be interested in is the Sun, Suns, Lots-of-Suns here, or however many Suns there may be here. She'd definitely be interested in encountering some form of astronomy/astronomers/observatory and likely do just about anything to get them to teach her things about the solar bodies in the sky. The very idea that every star is a sun would sweep her off her feet.
I know the Cult of the Sun had come up before, and I'd love to see a few breadcrumbs there, even if they ultimately lead nowhere, just the very idea that there's a cult out there waiting for her TO TAKE OVER AND RULE THE WORLD(S) WITH would be extremely motivating for her to continue exploration.
I'd also love to have the party accidentally start a bar fight in a space bar. Hans Solo vs Greedo style, or, if you've seen Firefly, like Mal did on Unification Day. I mean, this is huge culture shock, I'm sure one of them is going to end up doing something offensive enough for that!
Solie, who had been busy trying to put out a fire she'd accidentally started on her own dress, looked up and blinked. She looked at the group, then looked at the table who was fighting the group.
"Why you all starting fights with the furniture?" she asked. "No, no, you stupid heads don't answer. Easiest way to break furniture is to burn it good."
She cupped her hands together and conjured a flame that danced in her hands, then immediately hurled it towards the table!
"This is level two... and level three has gate. Gate sounds like an out. So we climb up one more? Unless this scrap metal can show us a less difficult way up," Solie suggested, not wanting to be climbing the next time the whole place decided to rattle. "We can probably take on the Plant of Power without trouble. Solie never met a plant she couldn't burn up good."
Solie lowers her crossbow and pulls out the wand of fiery death the human had bestowed upon her. Truly, it was a gift worthy of the Sun God she'd someday be. She'd have to remember to give Palo a place of honor at her court for such a kingly gift.
Using it now would be death for her friends, so she moves into the room to try to get a good position.
Move action to draw wand, another to get into the room so she can find an angle to blas these things with next round
Solie draws her crossbow, but can't even get in to make a shot anyways. So she just holds the bolt and waits in case she gets a clear line of fire on something.
"Solie is not still crazy. Never was crazy. Might be crazy like grandma someday but that is only when my hair turns white and I get wrinkles. Wrinkles make you crazy," she lectured Ravboom as she crinkled her nose at all the researchy bits and bobs around the room. She had no real taste for this type of experimenting. Experimenting was better when someone could get hurt.
"Nothing exciting here. Maybe we can find another door?" she asks hopefully.
"Try to not be dead, everyone," Solie announced, seeing Palo looking a bit beat up and Biggun still looking worse for wear despite her healing.
Solie peeks over Ravboom's shoulder as he loots the corpses and nods. I see its time to open every door. You first. I will watch out for you from behind you.
Great full for her bulky minio-- companion, Solie uses one of her precious remaining spells for the day to give Biggun a bump in health. A bruised and battered meat-shield was less useful than a fresh one!
Cure Light Wounds:1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
I think Biggun was still in rough shape iirc. Also, where is that CLW wand I've heard talk about? ;p
Solie debates between staying on the rope and getting into the danger room. As it turns out, she'd rather face live danger than fall to her death. She scrambles up and off the rope and into the room, cringing at the creatures she can make out in the darkness. She pulls out the wand she'd been given before in hopes of really was a stick of fire.
Move action to get out of the shaft, another to draw the wand.
Woops, nope. Solie speaks Goblin. That was an error on my part when I was transferring info from my Mythweavers sheet into the stat block.
She has Common, Gnome, and Sylvan just because she's a gnome, Goblin from her +1 Int mod, and Ignan from her curse. While in the heat of combat she actually can't speak or understand any language but Ignan . That said, I don't think she's ever spoken or taken orders while in combat? I'll have to be more aware of that now that I remember what curse I took x.x;;
Solie has no knowledge of this wand as far as I can recall. So whoever has it should tap him with it. Solie's low on spells, but does have the wand of burning hands still.
Once the shaking stops, Solie jumps up and down on the ground some to see if she can get it to shake again. When the ground fails to do her bidding, she snorts with discontentment.
"Biggun can go behind Solie to climb up. Give me push when I get stuck," she proposed to the group, patting Biggun on the back as he shouted about drinking. "There there, Biggun. Probably just giant lava worms crawling under the ground, don't be upset."
Solie rethinks her choice to try to go up and shuffles back instead. Apparently the excitement was coming to them, though she wasn't sure if she lived that as much.
"Maybe I stand back here... Palo looks strong probably good to hide behind... " she mumbled as she tried to scramble to put others on front of herself. She drew out her crossbow and ensured it was loaded and ready for action.
Solie scrambles back to peer up to where the screams were echoing from. If there was screaming, something exciting was probably happening and she should be around to witness. From a distance of course with a few meat shields between her and the thing causing all the screaming. Safety first!
"Biggun climb up so Solie can follow!" she encouraged the large goblin. "Or maybe you all climb up first so I can follow..." Solie gave a shrug then started to try to gesture everyone forward and up. "We gonna miss it all if we don't hurry!"
Solie will take 10 on a climb check assuming everyone else is willing to head up. She'll go as last as possible.
Solie lets everyone else down first, then carefully climbs her own way down. It wasn't easy or quick, but at least she wasn't killing herself like Biggun tried.
Taking 10 like everyone else for a result of 9
"Thing up above? Or maybe it already went back in," Solie said with a wicked grin. She peeked into the chewed up hole herself curiously. Danger hardly bothered her. She liked to watch Biggun smash things,it was a guaranteed good show.
Solie spares only a momentary thought for the hobgoblin she'd seen in the tank. Stupid hobgoblins. yup, that was the only thought before they turned back to wondering how flammable the inside of this shaft was.
Solie cackled wildly as an overenthusiastic Biggun made his swing at the pods. When he missed, she approached and smooshed her face against the clear hatch. "Maybe these ones gnomies. Or gobbies. OR SUN WORSHIPPERS?!"
She tapped on the glass before skittering away to head back towards the central door. Maybe that one would have even more pods. Maybe she could make an army of pod people! MAYBE THE POD PEOPLE HAD MORE SUNS LIKE ANDRETTA!! She'd find them. She'd find every sun. No one was going to hide theirs suns from Solie!
Solie stands right next to Palo, hands on hips and nodding along with the human's plan. "Yes, yes. Exactly as Solie figure herself. Must do it that way, yup yup!"
Solie saunters over to look at the humanoids that Andretta was looking over and frowned. "Probably not gnomes," she determined expertly. She lifted one of their arms and dropped it again. "Probably also not goblin. Maybe sun cultists?" she asked, looking up hopefully to Andretta.
As more join the fray, Solie continues her heroic streak of self preservation. She casts a spell, targeting only herself, and a barrier appears to help bolsters her own defences.
Solie does what Solies do best and stays back away from immediate danger. She waggles her fingers and scowls at their captors. Not that it's very scary scowling, bit the finger wiggling at least helps her spellcasting.
Solie casts bless for the party and any other unlikely allies they've gained!
"East? Can't see outside, how you figure east?" Solie asks, suspicious of the summon. "Go that way." Solie points off the same direction Relas had indicated. "Much less ambiguous, see? Someone, not me, go first."
"Temple of the Sun..." Solie repeats slowly,then her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. "YES YES I HARNESS THE POWER OF THE SUN! ALL THREE! WHERE ARE OTHER TWO?" Solie walks around the woman as if expecting her to be hiding the others somewhere. "Take me to your cult! Biggun! Take notes!"
Solie sizes up the new woman with a frown and pursed lips. Other people were doing things and they didn't involve Solie. Everything should involve Solie!
"Stand back!" she says out loud, though its doubtful anyone listens. "Witch-lady, talk now! Explain! Explain!"
Solie pokes and prods the door Palo had just tried, not satisfied that the human had done it right. Not that she had any better luck but it was better to check and not let the human mess everything up. She skipped after the others to see the next room, poking her head around Globlob with no attempt at stealth.
It was almost sad to find clothes,Solie had gotten used to naked freedom. Oh well, nothing good lasts forever. At least the goblins would be dressed now, they could use a little less freedom in her expert opinion.
"Crazy new gobby, you already have extra arm growing out your butt. Globlob dance-tell big mutts to get their stuff or we use it for them."
Solie follows Rav's example and grabs a bit of tube or anything else she can find loose and casts light on it. She holds it out in front of her like a torch. Of course she gets distracted and starts making shadow puppets as they move through the magic door, but at least she's helping brighten things up.
Solie scowls. She scowls at Ravboom, she scowls at the gnoll-dogs, she scowls at the thing she'd been kept in, then she scowled at everyone else except Biggun for good measure. She was not a morning person.
