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Sylvia follows by the prince and princess as they retreat into the kitchen, keeping Gwaihir close at hand as they make their hasty retreat.
Round 4: Double move as long and as far as needed to keep pace with the royals. I don't think I need to make any checks, as I'm part of one of the larger groups, but I'll roll if needed.
Seeing the prince and princess funneling out of the great hall, Sylvia follows, climbing over a table as she whistles for Gwaihir to join her, taking up position next to Winnie, facing the Devourers as they pour into the room. Round 3: Double moving 50 feet (including one square of difficult terrain) from R17 to X22
Sylvia, seeing the stone wall rise out of the ground, narrows her eyes. She notices a few stones out of place, and the 'reality' of the illusion kicked into place. Seeing the devourers behind the illusionary wall, she quickly makes a flicking motion with her wrist as she calls out, "Sidus!" and a cloud of glittering golden dust motes engulfs the oncoming horrors. The devourers won't be mist: Casting Glitterdust (DC 18) as indicated on the map.
Finally yanking her component pouch free, Sylvia suddenly vanishes, reappearing almost instantaneously on top of the table. Seeing what's in the other room, she panics for a moment, then closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, then starts running down the table towards the princess. Before she enters the fog cloud, she turns back, makes eye contact with Darivan, and quickly communicates, her panic showing through the motions. Not good… Lots of enemies, lots of dying. Dozens of devourers, too. Protect the king, we'll get the prince and princess to safety! It's lost here, just get away! There's some group that's performing a summoning, apparently. Someone here cast a divination to peek over. Stay safe. She sees Darivan nod, and turns back to the princess' mist.
I wish I had a scroll of teleport about now…: Swift action to Dimensional Shift (8 uses left) to the top of the table, standard action held off for now. Finally, move action to run along the table towards the obscuring mist. Out of curiosity, is there anyone in the room that might be considered a "non-combatant?" My story feat gives me a +1 to hit and skill checks if there are. Also, I'm assuming Sylvia can see at the very least there's a ton of enemies out there. Out of curiosity, what would happen if a cohort went with the leaders? This is apparently when we get mythic, so would the cohort also gain that power?
Sylvia reacts faster than Darivan, and swiftly, grabbing a dinner knife, severs the cord connecting her to Gwaihir, currently resting on her shoulder. As soon as the cord is cut, she drops the small blade and withdraws a feather from within her robe. She brandishes the wing feather, sweeping it like a conductor's baton, swish and flick. It glows brightly for a moment, and with a command of "Volante!", the light leaves, trailing down her arms, where a pair of glowing wings momentarily appeared, before dissolving into motes of glowing dust. Sylvia then passes her focus to her familiar, who takes it in his beak and starts flying towards Darivan. As the doors fly inward and Darvan successfully recalls what the threat is, the blue-haired girl calls out, "Devourers! Whatever you do, DON'T DIE!" rises into the air, coming to a stop quite a ways above the ground. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and visualizing the earth. Its power and might, rocks pounding down mountainsides, and Sylvia opens her eyes, a torrent of rocks and stone materializing in the air and pouring down over the incoming tide of enemies, covering the ground in earthen debris. At the same time, Gwaihir reaches Darivan and gives him the feather. Something Wicked This Way Comes: So, you didn't say what kind of action it would be to cut the cord connecting Sylvia and Gwaihir, but, given it's a move action with a dinner knife for the haversack, that seemed reasonable. If you doubt that Sylvia would reasonably have a 'wing feather,' the component for fly on her, I direct you to this post. I did say I had been thinking for a long time about spell components. If that doesn't satisfy, Sylvia would have instead simply pulled a small down feather from her familiar's wing right now. (to ID the devourers) Anyway, round actions:
Round 1:
Darivan's actions will be posted a bit later, I went with Sylvia first because A: Darivan's actions are way more complex and I'll need more time to write them up, and B: Sylvia has a higher Initiative modifier.
After Darivan speaks, Sylvia is quiet for a while, seeming to be thinking deeply on a topic, not so much listening to the others, "Something we could do for prisoners, assuming we have a strong enough priest, is give them a conditional curse of some sort. Something that would trigger if they broke any regulations or rules, and leave them disabled if they tried to run away." We better leave: As you may have noticed, Sylvia thinks more on the magical side, whereas Darivan is the spokesperson for more mundane issues. She's currently advocating for marks of justice on captured bandits, which isn't doable at the moment, as it's a 5th-level spell. However, she doesn't know how powerful some of the other spellcasters are that are coming along, and she only has a rough idea of spell levels, in any case. Something to keep in mind for in a few levels, at least. Might make a good rehab program. I like the idea of using downtime. It gives us something productive to do for those of us who don't want to invest all of our time into making magical items.
Sylvia, speaks up shortly after Darivan finishes,
"A powerful enough one might be able to get any amount of people through in a matter of hours, rerouting us through a demiplane. Granted, it would cost a small fortune, though still affordable for a new kingdom, and it would be a nightmare finding such a powerful wizard… but the Technic League would have at least a few capable of such legendary magic, and that's not counting the possibilities of sending a message to an arcane school in Absalom, or even Nex. "What might take us months would instead take hours, and we need not fear banditry, foul weather, or sabotage. I suppose a high priest might also be capable of the epic spell-power required, and the church of Abadar might prove sympathetic to our cause." She gives a brief smirk, and Darivan's face plummets,
(To the side, Darivan breathes a sigh of relief. Sylvia ignores him.) We're off to see the wizard…: Basically, Sylvia is suggesting they hire a wizard (though a cleric would also work) to cast greater create demiplane a couple times, opening up a pair of permanent gates from Restov to the middle of the Stolen Lands. Granted, it would cost a pretty penny, but going off of the spellcasting costs in the CRB and assuming a 17th-level caster, it would be about 1,530 gp three times (once to create it, twice more for the gates), plus 50 for the 500 gp forked rod focus, for a total of 4,640 gp or 4,740. A cleric of Abadar might grant a sizeable discount, as well, given the goal of the expedition (to bring order to a lawless land and spread civilization) Another solution would be casting teleportation circle. It would cost 2,530 with the material cost, but wouldn't be able to transport the caravans (assuming 20 feet wide at the most, when they could fit in through a gate, but not through the 5-foot radius teleportation circle. Even a simple gate, cast twice (once to get people to a friendly plane, such as Axis, once to get them back to Golarion). Granted, it would only be open for 17 rounds at most, but with a 20-foot wide entrance, a lot of people could make it through. A summoner could also manage it. I realize this kind of defeats the spirit of the journey, but… It's a realistic question. It would cost 4,000 gp, or 1-2 BP. That's less than the cost to build a house. Considering the benefits, it's almost cheap.
Sylvia manages to avoid making a comment about how much she dislikes obligations from positions, but steps forward as the king discusses the duel.
OOC: Same reason I constantly mention Darivan's arm. It's one of the first things people notice about him, but it's really easy to miss or forget about in PBP.
::The Royals:: Sylvia, quickly taking in the reactions of those around her as the king approaches, drops into a quick half-bow, but quickly straightens up again afterwards.
::Lyda/Amavin:: "It would seem so. Not entirely sure how, though." Sylvia furrows her brow in puzzlement, "But I suppose that's not terribly important. I'm a wizard, I specialize in teleportation, am working on wind magic, and love a challenge. Attention is always fun, as well, I suppose." Her focus seems to drift for a second, but she snaps back into reality as soon as somebody says something to her. Where there's a Will...: I love that series. I actually drew on it a bit while making my characters, though how exactly may not be fully realized for a while. I will say, however, I did draw on Horace when making Darivan (though he's already passed his initial character growth period).
∷Lyda/Amavin/Alysandra∷ Sylvia gives the excited girl her biggest smile of the evening.
Oh! Shiny!: Spoken to Gwaihir: "Oh, shush. Look, if you want, I can let you out in the snow. But while we're inside, it's good to introduce yourself to your future ruler and get on their good side. Besides, what's gotten into you? You love showing off. Come on, be friendly." Yeah... My bad. It completely slipped my mind to list her falconry glove in what she had with her, but it would make sense she would keep a spare on her. These are the dangers of playing a character with higher mental scores than yourself, I suppose. Sorry again. I suppose it would be kept on a her belt, worn under her outer robes (Basically, she has her silk robes worn over a wool tunic and breeches, and a belt, which is where she was keeping her spell pouch before it was given as her primary weapon, and where her glove would have been. There would also be a couple of thin slits on the sides, just above her waist, that allow her to actually reach her belt without too much hassle (basically pockets that open to her belt). Also, did you mean to have Sarra forget to introduce her bodyguard, or was that just a GM-NPC disconnect? There is something to be learned about a person based off of how they treat their lessers.
As Sylvia makes her way through the crowd, Gwaihir nudges her, prompting her to look around. She sees something that catches her eye.
Thoughts of a blue-haired girl: If anything, Gwaihir, rather than Sylvia, would be the one to recognize the potential implications of the princess in the middle of the crowd, (6 more points of wisdom, after all), but the nice thing about an 8 Wis character is that they can be distracted by any-oh look, shiny! Still, she does sometime pretend to be more airheaded than she actually is. It never hurts to have your enemies underestimate you. Besides, it gives her almost as much attention as showing off her intelligence. Also, is there any more information on the group? Does Sara look nervous? The Aldori look intimidating? What kind of sword does the bodyguard have? Does Sylvia recognize any of the Aldori or the cleric? Are they mixed in with other people, or is the crowd staying away from them? Should Sara even be in the crowd, or should she be at the 'head table'?
Sylvia says something incomprehensible to the falcon on her shoulder.: If it's not sight-based, take 3 off of that. Also, if Gwaihir is allowed:
::Lyda::
Also, thanks! It's kind of tricky.
::Lyda:: Sylvia moves through the crowd, headed towards the drinking contest. Then, almost as an afterthought, she turns back to Lyda, "I'm sorry," Then turns away again, continuing through the mass of people.
::Lyda:: OOC:
Pretty sure that's enough. Sylvia has no concept of subtlety. And is easily distracted.
Sylvia blinks when Lyda pulls her hood back and pulls out her tail.
::Lyda "A sword? Maybe not. But maybe a spell, or a scroll of some sort. The fact is, they don't really know, nor do they care. All they know is that books can be so, so dangerous. They took away basically everything I tried to bring in- even my healing potions. Fortunately-" She's interrupted by a loud cheer coming from the back of the room, "What is that, anyway? You want to check it out? Anyway, you could just tell me. I remember everything, and you can then write it down later if you're worried about forgetting anything."
::Lyda::
OOC: Sylvia is just out of the crowd, but staying as close to the edge as she can, and doing her best to make it clear that she's not trying to mess with any of the gear.
Sylvia sighs and tentatively approaches the woman as she is warned to step away from the mannequins. Taking a deep breath, she puts a hand on Lyda's shoulder to get her attention, "I don't think this is the wisest idea at the moment. What do you need from your gear? I might be able to help you somehow. I'm Sylvia, by the way. What's your name?" Sylvia is shaking with borderline social terror, though she's doing her best to not let it show and hopes her robes hide the rest.
"Oh, shush. Just be glad they let you in at all. If you really hate it, I'll go out on a balcony or something and let you fly off into the cold, snowy winterland out there. Of course, in here, there's all kinds of tasty meat for you to have." Sylvia tells Gwaihir. She steps into the hall, away from the wall that she had been standing by, watching the influx of notable adventurers from across Brevoy.
OOC: Sylvia currently has mage armor active, which she cast right before The Party started, while she still had her component pouch with her. Also: Also, does Gwaihir get a perception check? If so,
"Oh, would you like some help? I've got some spells that might be able to give you a hand." Sylvia asks the server, [b]"Here. hokkabazlık." She casts prestidigitation, cleaning up a recently-spilled drink.
"Darvan and Darivan? This will be fun." Sylvia grins. The bird on her shoulder nods sagely.
As the sun begins to set and the air chills to a frigid temperature, Sylvia casts a quick spell on each of them, and they warm appreciably. After dinner, they separate. Sylvia also mutters a quick incantation, coating her entire body with an invisible layer of force, giving her added protection should anyone be unfortunate enough to try and attack her. She calls Gwaihir, as well, and the falcon rests on her shoulder as they do a little bit of last-minute shopping. She had recently misplaced her miniature shovel, so she stopped by a magic shop to pick up a replacement one. She also stopped by a butcher, and paid a few coppers for some scraps for Gwaihir. Before she met with Darivan, she recolored her hair to be pure white, a new color for her.
Block 2: So, Sylvia casts endure elements and mage armor on herself, giving her added protection as she does her shopping. She picks up a miniature shovel, the focus for create pit, for 10 gp, and gives Gwaihir a snack for a few coppers (How much would it really cost to grab some discarded scraps from a butcher shop at the end of the day, really?). Afterwards, she uses prestidigitation to recolor her hair from the vivid green it had been that day, and meets with Darivan in Red Table Square.
Oops. Messed up Sylvia's Honor roll. Too late for an edit, so:
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