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Thalas moves to place himself more directly in the center of the room, taking cover from both the black dragon and the mad dwarf in order to cast Bless for both the Elves and Dwarves.
Thalas stands tall and well-built like all his Wood Elf kin, and is gird in excellent-quality if mundane armor. Allowing the better-spoken Wilaml to negotiate, he stands ready to defend himself.
Thalas stands tall and well-built like all his Wood Elf kin, and is gird in excellent-quality if mundane armor.
Real life happens, we understand. I'm sorry to see you go when we're so close to the end, but it's been a pleasure and best wishes for you!
"Your pardons for interrupting, my Ladies Ciedrel and Velma, but I think it a wiser course of action to avoid such a display of power. The human rulers of this area have been content to avoid taking sides either way, but a threat of force is sure to make them reconsider leaving us alone. Further, we should undertake to understand why the Dwarfs undertook their expedition into the Ironwood. I have found that understanding the 'why' of things has long been the key to unraveling the whole of a story. Last, while I have no love for the Dwarfs, destroying their keep entirely when it is sure to lodge many of their families is not a task I am willing to undertake."
"He is correct in saying that these are Dwarven lands, Wil - though I, too, am surprised at the manner in which the clan or clans are waging their counter-offensive," says Thalas.
Thalas stands in awe of the gift Wil has received. Such creatures were as rare as they were magnificent.
Unable to stop the wagon himself, Thalas tried to warn the checkpoint. "BEWARE THE WAGON!!!"
Thalas follows Wil, curious to see what was unfolding before them.
"Wil, do you recognize of any the sigils on the carriages?"
"That's what a real fight is, Velma. Magic can help avoid, prevent, or repair wounds - but that doesn't change the fundamental 'idea' of using force to achieve one's goals. Oh, and we'd like to purchase the wand of Summons as well," Thalas adds once they'd reached the magic shop.
"Seltyn, a wand with which to summon the aid of planar creatures would be very useful to us - do you concur? We should take advantage of this opportunity to acquire what aid we can. Speaking more callously, it would be better for Azlain and Wil to avoid taking injury at any cost," asks/says Thalas.
"Your pardon, Velma, but what city is this? This is clearly a large trade center, and I am curious to know if we've heard of or treated with its people before," Thalas asks, the desire for knowledge coming to the fore.
"A valid option, Elesandriel. No doubt the diggers-in-caves would never suspect our falling upon them from behind," he smiles in a sort of razor-sharp contemplation, completely misunderstanding her intent.
"Elder, do you need us to slay this other monster or have we your leave to depart? You have doubtless deduced as much, but the Wood Elves are our allies and we have a duty to warn them about any such factor as may shape the course of our peoples' fates."
Thalas looks inquisitively at the leader. "It must have been an important battle, for them to have turned their backs on such a treasure as you reward us. Have you learned anything about it since then?"
His strength sorely taxed by the encounter with the land shark, Thalas desired nothing more than to rest for the evening.
Thalas moves toward Eirel-being-dragged-by-Who, preparing a Cure spell for the fallen elf.
Status hp 33, AC 20, Haste (4 rounds), Prayer (4 rounds)
At the sound of attack, Thalas hustles forward as far as he dares and calls on Labelas Enorath to aid them. Moved 20', cast Prayer: allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while foes takes a –1 penalty on such rolls. Five round duration.
Status hp 33, AC 20, Prayer (5 rounds)
Just to give fair warning, I'm going on vacation August 8-18 and will probably not have internet access. Even after I get back, it may take a few days to get caught up with everything again.
As the group descended into the darkest bowels of the earth, Thalas couldn't help but mutter in sour irony, "This is Dwarf work... Labelas Enorath see me to the light of the sun once more."
Thalas looks questioningly to Seltyn and the others for a moment before speaking up, "It would be our honor to aid our new-found allies in this endeavor, Elder. I have no doubt that we will be able to depart for these mines in the morning."
Oh, man - babies. They may need their diaper changed like twelve times a day, but at least they don't complain about it. My toddler HATES diaper-changing time and will not hesitate to twist around trying to get back up again when he's been laid down for it, often resulting in making the "mess" more... widely distributed, say. See what you have to look forward to? Enjoy the meconium, by the way. ;)
"Does that satisfy your curiosity, Wil? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind returning to solid land again," says Thalas, implying he saw no need to pause their nigh-completed journey.
Upon hearing of this peoples' magical power to destroy entire cities at once, Thalas maintains his outward expression of neutral observation - while inwardly deeply disturbed at the seeming willingness to engage in such wholesale destruction.
"In what way, sir? There is a necessity in many of the tasks you call drudgery and manual labor. The growing of plants for food, or spinning of thread with which to make clothes, the apprentice at the forge-bellows, or the cook in the kitchen are none of them comely - yet all are vital to a people's way of life if they would not be barbarian wanderers," Thalas asks, perplexed about the elder's comment.
Thalas stands at the gunwale of the ship, hoping he looked impressive in order to bolster Wil's diplomatic effort.
Thalas was among the last to board the Slipstream. Spending most of the voyage on deck feeling the sun, hearing the waves, and feeling the spray of the sea as they darted across its waters was a time of primal rejuvenation in which to contemplate knowledge the nature of wisdom. With the surveying of the island complete, he entered the discussion. "The harbor is the most natural place for us to go as visitors from across the sea; we will be expected there regardless of our intent. As such, we will present ourselves as less threatening to the inhabitant."
Out of town and AFK for a few days!
"I believe the island to be our best option at present. Our travel time with the Slipstream means the time necessary to commit to such a venture should be minimal and it offers the fastest method of return should Lady Ciedrel require it," Thalas states, having considered and judged their options.
"What of the desert nation to try and recruit? I recall mention of the possibilities that creature of air may have been a part of their culture," Thalas asks in turn.
Thalas' eyes widen when he sees the armor Lady Ciedrel presents. The material and craftsmanship were equal that of any of what he'd seen in his youth when the Elven people flourished across all the land and their craft was surpassed by none.
"I shall have to take your word for it, Master Windfavor, though I note you say 'mostly'. How quickly do you make our passage? Shall we make Elfhome on the morrow?"
Can't watch that right now, but for a Dwarf - axes are necessities, not accessories. ;)
Perhaps they should consider accessorizing in something beyond "beard" to receive a sorely-needed morale bonus!
Why do the Dwarfs have ta' be enemies...? Because they have no fashion sense. Also, they'll tell you to put and keep your clothes on! :O
"I see you are wounded, Elesandriel. Please allow me to tend to it," he asks.
BAB and saves unchanged, Channel goes up to 3d6, and I get 3rd level spells (Domain = Speak with Dead or Magic Vestments) and a feat (Improved Initiative).
Sadly, Dwarfs don't know a thing about either of those things.
Thalas likewise refuses a cloak when offered, but sighs in gratitude when the pain fades away with Wil's channeling.
Thalas stands back up with some effort. The pain effect from the alter seemed to have affected him strongly than most of the rest of his companions, as they carried on almost as normal. "I fear I shall not be of use; whatever is causing this has affected me greatly," he gasps. "I will await you in the courtyard, where I may at least watch for any guards to approach." Thalas then walks stiffly toward the doors and out into the yard.
Thalas screams as a wave of agony overwhelms him, falling to the floor in writhing agony.
Thalas complies with Seltyn's request and casts Detect Magic, looking around the room while Wil, Azlain, and maybe Elesandriel chase after the hell hounds.
He then begins quickly sorting through the more mundane items in the warehouse for anything "interesting".
"Of course, Wil," he thanked the paladin, casting Light on Wil's shield. "Now go, and I'll see to Eiril and Elesandriel."
Thalas strikes at the mastiff, eager to see to Eirel and Elesandriel.
Thalas strikes at the pesky mastiff that kept getting his legs tangled up and almost fall over.
Status hp 17, AC 20
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