"You may find that your thoughts on elves is less than accurate." Sylvianna adds."I have no qualms with humans simply because of race."
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Sylviana holds her bow ready as they move toward the building, still quite wary of what they might find here.
As Cynara addresses the man, Sylvianna studies him intently.
Drawing both her blades, Sylvianna wordlessly leaps through the flickering portal.
"Something is very wrong here. There's no sign of the other two teams at all." the elven ranger says looking troubled. "If we go through, can you use the portal to bring us back?" she asks Zane.
Sylvianna spits on the paintaster's corpse, flicking the blood off her blades before re-sheathing them.
Responding to the hated enemy's frenzy of violence with her own, Sylrianna unleashes a flurry of vicious attacks, seeking to put the vile drow down.
"Nothing major, only slight injuries." Sylvianna responds.
Sylvianna studies the blood trail.
As the twisted aberration emerges, attacking them, Sylvianna fluidly side-steps the flailing tentacle, droping her bow at her feet and drawing her swords in a single blur of movement, before uleashing a pattern of attacks against the aboleth.
Sylvianna sends two more shots into the water at the creature.
Snapping out of the entrancement, Sylvianna swiftly fires a pair of arrows into the water.
"There's no dust...or any other sings of degradation in this room. Preservation magic perhaps?" Sylvianna whispers. "Would that free you?" she asks Ixilano.
Noting the unfamiliar eleven woman looking toward the doorway as she lounges in the pool, Sylvianna strides into the room as the others finish up, warily observing the woman's actions.
Sylvianna sties the elven maiden from a distance seeking anything that might identify her.
Downing a potion, Sylvianna's sharp eyes study the hallway, narrowing as she focuses intently on something.
"There's a trap on the doors....magic." she says pointing to the East
With a frown and a silet nod, Sylvianna leads the party, following the trail, as she keeps her eyes open for any sign of enemies.
Interesting, with a +1 bonus but a +5 strength rating, I'd be at -1 to use it but +2 to damage since my strength mod is +2. We're not a very strength based party are we? Also aren't Longbows x3?
Noting the quality of the bow, Sylvianna picks it up, noting the amount of pull required, she slings it across her back.
Nodding, Sylvianna presses the attack on the vile construct of her people's dead flesh.
Stepping up alongside Zephram, Sylvianna attacks the flesh golem relentlessly.
Sylvianna chants another spell in elven, one of her blades beginning to glow with the light of the morning sun as she stalks toward the creature.
Readying herself to engage, Sylvianna casts another spell as she draws her swords, the balance and weight of both blades shifting.
Staggering back from the massive arrow striking her, Sylvianna lets out a pained curse. Seeing the need for better defense, she utters the words to a spell in elvish, an iron black metallic cast spreading over her skin leaving her countenance metallic.
Twisting and turning to avoid the worst of the fire, Sylvianna's wordless response comes in the form of a pair of arrows streaing towards one of the drow
"Thinking you have an advantage over drowning in the shadows is suicide." Sylvania chimes in. "The shadows are their home, darkness and subterfuge like the very air to them. Their side passages are likely to be lightless mazes, where the faintest illumination will make us easy targets. It plays to their strengths."
+1 FCB =+4HP
"Absolutely!" Sylvianna says enthusiastically, without a moment's hesitation.
Sylvianna turns to face her queen as well, curious as to the answer.
Sylvianna cleans her blades with a grim satisfaction as she begins to search the bodies of the Drow. "I am unharmed."
As Nakoda vacates her previous spot, Sylvianna charges in, thrusting with her drowbane blade.
Flicking the blood off of her blades, Sylvianna stalks her way up the stairs.
Taking a single step forward, Sylvianna's movements are a blur as her swords flash out at the drow behind Nakoda
Sylvianna races into the enclosure.
Same here for me.
Accustomed to such tactics, Sylvianna fires as the drow does.
"Prepare for an attack" Sylvianna whispers, drawing her bow.
Sylvianna avails herself of the opportunity to eat and rest. Thsi group was definitely effective despite what might be unorthodox methods and she had no doubt the following day would at some point find them once again in the thick of things.
Shaking her head slightly, Sylvianna gives the wizard a sidelong glance. [b]"You are extremely luck, considering how utterly reckless that was."[b]
"Yes everyone should be.....actually at some point in the fight Zane pulled his vanishing trick and I haven't seen him since." Sylvianna replies looking around with a touch of concern.
"Sylvianna...and yes it's sort of my specialty." the Ranger replies cleaning her blades.
Her enchanted armor and practiced skill easily turning aside the frenzied attacks Sylvianna grins as she sees panic in the monster's eyes. With the deadly efficiency of one who has devoted their life to hunting the prey before her, she ruthlessly evicerates her foe.
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