Tarinhil says, "Seeking the beast where we can ambush it, rather than have it attack and destroy those who can't defend themselves. "
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Thinking I'm going Stoneskin...
Tarinhil says, "Finding an animal to bait it might work. That seems safer than my thought of swimming up to it.. I'm amphibious thanks to my mutagen, I'd still displace water, even if I'm invisible. "
Tarinhil nods at the ranger in thanks, then says, "I guess it's time to prepare, then.", and begins to draw flasks, consuming extracts to ready himself.
Tarinhil adjusts his extract pouch and reagents, drinking his false life extract, then nods, "As ready as we can get... Though I'm rather hoping we can take a moment to prepare before we attract the beast's attention"
Tarinhil says, "One of the rangers at the first would be able to help... And it's not like they don't owe us."
Tarinhil shakes his head, "They know of it, so it's been here before... and it's too dangerous to allow it to live. We have to hunt it."
Tarinhil says, "I'd imagine something that big can be found relatively easily... but it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of magic to help with that." He says, "Might be worth looking for wands, scrolls or potions that might be useful."
Tarinhil shakes his head, "No. We hurt it enough that it didn't want to smash the temple anymore, but it wandered off. We debated getting all noble and avenging your death, but only some of us liked you enough to vote yes." He chuckles, clearly relieved that Darin is back, then says, "Actually, we were hoping to try to figure out what it was and how to kill it and avoid having a reprise of the it-killing-us thing."
Tarinhil cocks his head, "Death has a taste?", he then looks at the water Darin spits out, I wonder if there's any lingering properties to that.... what I could make out of it.... He shakes himself, then looks back at the cleric, "I'd hope it's at least a good sherry?"
Tarinhil pauses and checks Darin, then straightens and nods, "Yes, he's still alive, and should wake normally. So we can kick him for scaring us."
Tarinhil says, "We drove it off and saved the temple... But it's still out there... and I'd hate to see it come back."
Tarinhil nods, "He was a good man... though a mite eccentric. "
As a head's up -- I'll be out of town in a place where I'm not expecting to have any internet access from Friday, Sept 2 until Saturday the 10 (and will likely be unpacking and the like, such that Monday the 12th is probably the safest estimate of when I'll be able to catch up and post). I'll still be here to play this week, but given the chaos of packing, I wanted to make sure I posted a warning of my absence while I can (though I will try to post a reminder before I go..) While I'm gone, please feel free to bot Tarinhil as needed. False Life every morning, mutagen and heroism (heightened, via Alchemical Allocation) at first thought of danger, and use explosive fire bombs to blast baddies into ash (remembering dispelling bombs, tanglefoot bombs and force bombs as needed).
Tarinhil looks warily at the newcomer, distrust clear in his mullti-faceted eyes until he hears the word paladin. He smiles, his twisted fangs making it a far less friendly-looking gesture than he intends, then sighs. "Greetings. I am Tarinhilliberanavius. Most call me Tarinhil, and under the fangs, wings and scaly skin,as the name implies, I'm a gnome, originally from Brastlewark, but escaped Cheliax after helping the Bellflowers.". The gnome's voice trails off, as if the introduction was somehow exceeding his endurance, then sighs and says sadly, "Apologies, but that sack of meat there, Darin, was our companion and friend, and Unalaq and I have lost a number of friends these last few months... I'm usually far more cheery."
Tarinhil's head comes up, shocked out of his lamentation, "Phooka? I don't know. Maybe he could help.." He then looks around, his voice much more like himself, "Who's the gryphon-rider? ... And what do you know about this Black Maga?"
Tarinhil stops tearing at his face as the worms suddenly disappear. He looks around for the nasty beast for a moment, not noticing Darin's unmoving form, then throws back his extract of cure light wounds before flying down to the others, just in time to hear Elorin speak of resurrection. "Darin!", he shouts, anger filling his tiny mutated body, burning away and last remains of the magical confusion. Something shifts in his compound eyes, as if they begin to glow with an inner light, and he speaks in an inhuman, almost foreign tone as far from the gnome's cheery, mocking, upbeat voice as you have ever heard, "Make sure we go somewhere with a sage's guild or a library. I want to learn everything about that beast.. especially how to track and kill it."
Tarinhil doesn't notice the beast leave, too busy clawing at his face to remove the strange wriggling worms he's quite convinced are there..
Well, that's no good. Who taught a rogue to fly? :) Beyond the nasty failing of saves, the fact that of all of us "act normally" (which should happen 1 time in 4) came up exactly once -- which is also the opposite of helpful.
That would have been useful. Having half the party shut down by confusion sure didn't help -- a few rounds of rapid bombs and some smiting would have helped a great deal. So, we'll need to raise Darin, keep Vinny away from Darry until we can dispel/protection from evil, and recruit to replace Unalaq? At least they're on opposite sides of the river.
Protection from Evil would fix things -- at least for a while.
Tarinhil shouts, "They're all over my face! Trying to get inside my head!", and tears at his face again.
Tarinhil flies in circles, clawing at his own face.
Tarinhil shrugs, "Guess we'll just have to kill it...", and starts quickly mixing up Force Bombs, sighing wistfully at the thought of not burning the thing to ash. [i]Still, I've not really blasted anything tough with these yet.... Think of it as an experiment![/ooc]
Tarinhil looks at it and sighs, "In the water like that, it'd be hard to burn it."
Tarinhil eyes the distance then holds on, "Hurry? I need a hand to fight back with..."
Tarinhil looks at the snake and the child in each hand, "Anyone take one of these kids? Hands are full, which makes it hard to punish this snake..."
Also do not like. Will miss my fellow small person... |