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If it doesn't matter, I'll put it back on my main. 182235-1, Liberty's Edge. And as I'm not scheduled for 7-09 for quite a while, there's no rush on chronicles. Thanks again! Out of curiosity, once chronicles are finalized, could you tell us what the various missions were? They seem like they'd be super interesting.
322 draws her scroll of heal, flies down to the lower floor, and casts it on Marnarius if he yet lives.
"You assume much if you think I know how to search for such," she says, replying to the green one. "At most I can tell you how many magical auras are on the thing, and maybe the school and power. But first..." She flies back up, draws an ornate trumpet from her pack, and presses it to Zey's lips. "If there are answers to be had in a spiritless form, then give them, Aram Zey. How have you warded the sky key? What treasures, whether magical or academic, have you secreted away in this room?" With a sneer she asks her third. "When I drifted off to sleep last night, I dreamed that I would kill you. Did you dream that you would die?" Regardless of how the corpse answers, she addresses the green dragon. "Gazwyr, go eat Zey. Tell me how the flesh tastes when the soul's been ripped out."
I'm playing Trouble in Tamran tomorrow, and it advises bringing along the chronicle sheet from this scenario. Are we close enough to the end to start handing those out?
322, a manic look upon her face, plunges her dagger into Zey's chest.
Aklo:
"Taste Oblivion!" 322 curses in a dark, shifting tongue as she casts the spell on the scroll in her hand and lunges forward, blade in the other hand, before pressing her palm into Zey.
Aklo: "Leader, don't you have something to get our heavy-hitters up to him faster?"
322 flies up to the balcony and wraps Zey in the unforgiving coldness one finds between worlds.
322 enters the room and attempts to dispel Zey's images.
Edit: Actually, I can do something. "Prove yourself worth your title, 'Leader,' and do something about Zey's blasted invisibility," 322 hisses in Aklo, drawing her scroll of Slay Living, activating her wings, and casting Guidance on herself.
322 pipes up just a bit. "Are any of you perhaps going to be stomping around the grounds of the lodge?"
322 will consume the second and set about triaging everyone else.
322 slinks behind the mage and tries to throw her off balance.
Aklo: "This hag's no longer the closest target for the 'slinger. If you've got some card to play, lay it down soon!"
322 touches Marnarius, causing inky black tentacles to sprout from his flesh and knit his wounds together, before darting around the pillar. She rises a little with each movement of the dark wings bursting from her back, floats over the mage, and lands behind her.
322 tightens her focus, draws necromantic energies into her hand, and presses it against the paladin's back before shifting to put the column and her foe between her and the gunman.
Aklo: "Move further away from him. Keep his allies closer to him than he is to you."
322 sprouts her wings again, moves behind the paladin while drawing her best dagger, and tries to cloud the gunslinger's mind.
"I don't know about you, but I'm thinking... disappear the thief, kick open the door, confuse the 'slinger or deprive him of his weapon, gang up on the mage to prevent casting... thief wallops the shining one, one of the other spooks moves to double-team with her. We should decide fast. If the paladin looks at this door the wrong way, some of you will glow brighter than the bonfire we're apparently planning to set."
"I can stitch my own flesh without help. You cannot. Keep the vial and pay your debt by doing your job more carefully the next time around."
Unable to make out the conversation behind the doors, 322 addresses those who seem to have some idea of what's going on. "Leader, Orc. What's going on? What's the plan?"
322 pulls out a slender black wand and makes the rounds tending to her allies' injuries.
322 continues babbling and wills that the creature before her share in her dreamed madness.
Afterwards, she shifts to touch ground behind the cover of the bookcase.
Borne on wings of shadow, 322 flies casts Inflict Light Wounds, flies over Rataji, along the wall and over the pews, and then drops five feet as she swoops in the last fifteen to flank the rightmost lizard with Joliryn, cackling nonsense in Aklo all the way.
With a flourish, she'll attempt to deliver her spell.
Seeing the great lizard fall, 322 decides to draw some heat off of the Leader, shift left, and take flight. She gives voice to the madness between stars, cursing at the lizard on the other side of the enchanter in a strange tongue.
Aklo: "If the would-be fright instead seems cowed, try your magic against it."
322 understands the shock, if not the actual words.
The oracle tries to sort out what these creatures are before weighing her options.
Aklo:
Special quirk about working with me, Leader - you're going to need to play translator! 322 shifts away from the lizard in front of her and casts a spell, concentrating to avoid opening herself to attack in case these things can flail at her with reach.
Finally, 322 draws her masterwork dagger and spends a swift action to activate her wings of darkness ability for one minute. She very much wants to be above the fray right about now.
322 steps in and sees if her nigh-forgotten heritage avails her.
The elf keeps her dark armor up a second hour and wraps herself in whatever shadow she can find.
322 whispers to Rataji in a foreign, hissing tongue. Aklo: "Our mission runs deeper still, wizard. We are not going to be able to avoid Zey. We are not allowed to avoid Zey. He is the only one who can repair the Tapestry, once unraveled. We must cut him from this picture permanently. I don't know if one among us is charged with effecting his end, but the heavy burden falls to me to make sure his soul can never answer the healer's call. Emptiest oblivion awaits him, by sword, spell, or skill."
322 addresses the leader and the thief. "I must admit that I am ill-equipped to navigate places such as this. Though I've done what I need to do, I'd rather not wander aimlessly for the time before things kick off. Any clever ideas, or should we lay low for a while?"
A little frustrated, 322 backs off out of earshot, casts Guidance upon herself, and returns to try once more.
The elf whispers her thanks to the Leader and returns to the statue. If such is feasible, she tries her best to disguise the hexagonal device she was charged to carry to resemble the stone she would to which she would attach it, and then places it upon the statue before clambering off.
Seeing the enchanter arrive, 322 approaches him. Walking alongside him and handing him a scroll, she whispers in Aklo, "I need a favor. Help me disappear for a bit. What I need to do will take at most a minute. If there's anything to be done with the remaining two, state it."
Follow-up question for GM: Does the storytelling contest pose enough of a distraction to justify some sort of stealth check, i.e. for placing the device surreptitiously?
322, unable to figure out the Grand Lodge's layout on her own or convince anyone to navigate for her, heads to the statue. Purchases:
1 scroll of invisibility, 1 scroll of magic weapon, 1 scroll obscuring mist, 1 disguise kit, 1 shard gel, 1 alchemist's fire. 295 gold exactly Question for GM: Would the statue count as a "suitable host" per the dream I had, or am I seeking out something fleshier?
in case such would help me sort it out.
"Maybe he'll be our agent of chaos," the elf says, nodding her head towards the half-orc. She turns towards the self-styled leader. "This mess too big for you yet?"
"Disorder will be one's enemy as easily as one's friend," the dark-clad elf notes to her new-found orc associate. "I am not opposed to your notion, but rather your confidence. Create a big enough mess and it'll regard you less as cause than as coincidence." She turns to the dark human and asks, "As for you, are we your mess? Did you choose this role and throw us together, or did you chance upon it as I have? Do you know more than what you've said? I've long learned the danger of inquiry, but I believe strongly now that unlocking the tapestry is more means than end." "It seems each of us has arrived burdened with outside purpose. Are we to lay them bare, plan for them? Or are we to embrace the orc's vaunted chaos as both bane and boon and take our chances whenever it deigns to offer them? I'm amenable to both. I'm amenable to not even sharing our names. I've none to give, and I feel that we'll all be glad to remain anonymous once what we intend to accomplish here is done." |
