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Tibal takes a moment to focus as she again forms a rune from clouds and fires off two bolts of electricity at the unwashed man and his companion in red. "Sadly I didn't prepare any water based spells. I didn't expect to encounter some adverse to soap of all things. Which is disgusting, might I add."
She then forms another barrier around herself from the thin remaining mists of the clouds.
Tibal's nose curls at the smell of the man, but gives a scoff and a look that could cut steel. "I do believe you are the one physically unwashed, at least. As for metaphorically unwashed and being a savage, despite what your severely limited mind might think is true, the elves from before Earthfall were highly sophisticated. If you ever want proof, please see about making a trip to Castrovel where many of the distant descendants of my relatives are living in conditions that would make this place look like a badly kept pigstye."
Tibal raises a hand and draws in moisture around her hand before drawing an elvish adjacent sigil with the cloud that forms. The sigil hangs there for a moment as she chants a short spell before it starts to spark with electricity shooting two bolts of power out at the man in red and Baltram himself.
She then takes the remaining mist and uses it to create a small barrier between her and anyone who might attack her.
Tibal follows the group and gnome around the displays, not entirely certain what to make of this place and the drastically different art styles from what she grew up with She pauses in the painting room, curious about the painting everyone clearly claims isn't a 'Baltaram.'
She takes her time in the statues room, listening to the whispers on the wind.
She then takes a moment to actually examine the statue closer...
Standing next the building, looking severe and unassailable with a cold wind blowing around her hinting at her distaste for the place, Tibal pauses her brooding at the sight of a piranha speaking from a taped up fish bowl... on legs. "Right, I've seen awakened animals before but never known one that tried to build themselves a body like this. Good grief the future is a strange place." She watches X-23 get pulled into the calls of the halfling in front of the tavern and approaches with interest, before recognizing a few new faces in the area. "Oh, you again. I take it you're going to be taking this halfling up on his plea? I guess I could help a few familiar faces. I loathe what has happened to this area, especially as a good friend of my was buried near here... About 10 millennia ago, though. But helping a wrongly accused man would be a start at fixing this place, I guess."
Tibal pulls up the magic bait and points at a small point where two of the magic circles arc to each other through the water. "Oh, I'm positive that Demed didn't mean to have this happen. Any basic magic user knows these two spells should not touch as they can cause shorts in the spell structure and have nearly random results from the spell fizziling, ramping up in intensity or power, or, worse, exploding! It looks like a genuine accident where the water acted as a conduit. Because this was in the water, there should have been some insulation on one of them, however, normally, in the air there's no need."
Tibal steps back from the splash zone of the two guns, having taken more cuts from them than she has since she came to this timeline. She then whips up another magically charged gesture of air, creating but uses the air to create massive amounts of friction at the atomic level and fires it at the two crabs standing next to the gun wielders.
"Huh, Still don't know why this is called a 'cantrip.' I swear, back in my day, a 'Cantrip' was only useful for cleaning or entertaining children!"
Tibal takes a moment to grab the strands of magic around her takes a deep breath, sucking in more air than her slim form would seem to be able to hold. With a few magical gestures, she expels the air with melodical and truly ancient elvish as her words and winds form a magic encasement of compressed air around Jaariko's dragon pistol helping fuel it's shots. "May your shots aim true, Jaariko!" She then uses what little is left of her magically charged air to from a thin barrier around herself.
Tibal first starts with trying to craft a proper trap to trap the fish. "Right, simple net ought get us some good fish."
Smiling a her mighty haul, she takes her masterpiece of a fishing net and tries to stealthily place it where the most fish are.
She fails to account for the refraction of light on water and misses, accidenatlly hitting a fish and failing to get much luck with that at all. She scowls and instead, decides to lean into her two fortes, magic and especially time magic. She first tries to use arcana and modified light spell to create a lure for the fishes.
She then takes the lure and her amazing whizzile-woo-daddled net and takes a moment to watch how the fish move before rewinding time for a few seconds and placing the net right in their path.
Tibal, a very small, very isolated wind storm raging around her, seethes at her inability to communicate well and instead turns her attentions to the compitetion and getting a good spot to fish from.
She badgers, berates, rages and screams, but most of her words are battered out of her mouth and flung up into the air by the winds whipped up by her, making them mostly useless. Her attempts to squeeze through the crowd are also likewise stymied by her winds of fury.
Tibal watches the paltry attempts at displays of strength and dexterity that her assembled 'team' of compatriots tries to accomplish. While he might stink, at least the bird had some ability to craft. She steps in front of the rest of her crew between them and Deka with a strained smile. "I'm sure that some of my friends are just joking here. I assure you they're more capable than that." ... I hope. She does try to show off her own skills in that department.
"I do hear the waters here teem with multitudes of different species and some of the biggest and best specimens of rare species tend to come from here!" She gives Marcus a bow, "It's a pleasure Marcus. You can be on the team I'm putting together if you'd like. Be good to have your strength on our side!" She then gives the two arguing people a look, smiling some at their bickering, "Sorry to hear you two are at a tie with wins, as surely our team will be taking home the prize this year... but I would love to hear more about your inventions Demed! You should hear about the time I stopped a ritual from collapsing with string, a single power word spell and a rock...."
"... and thus the balrog, Bastion Archon and psychopomp usher all went back to their respective planes. I'd show you but it seems someone CHANGED how magic works since pre-earthfall and I can't cast those spells anymore! I mean what the heck is a 10th level spell? Back in my day we only had 9 AND had to use memories to cast most of them!"
From a different table there's suddenly a breeze that weaves through the air as a statuesque elf with cloud white, cloud-like hair stands up from her table with an interested look on her face. She positively floats over to where everyone is gathered, her deep blue robes trimmed in gold billow with her movements. She looks down at the flyer and everyone gathered before commenting with an accented Taldane that resembles the accents most ancient elven have, but even moreso. "I'd heard about this supposedly famous fishing event and was thinking about participating myself. I'd certainly be interested in teaming up, Zarisha and, um, Jaariko if you are interested as well." She lightly extends a hand to Zarisha in greeting, and gives a small bow, the light catching a rather ornate golden neck piece she has on. "The name is Tibal Šega, and it's a pleasure."
You wrote the Arclord that never was? Oh, I am SO down for playing that. I really want to play that with my summoner from Nex who has a bone to pick with Sebnet for sending him out on all of these month long missions to set up new lodges! Thank you for running this and I hope we can play together again.
Tibal watches the exploding leech with a look of fascination on her face. "That was almost a miniature fireball in and of itself! This new 'technology' thing is intriguing but also a bit worrisome that just about anyone can pick up how to use it with minimal practice. I'm glad most people don't have access to them." She actaully rolls up her sleeves and help with cooking the meal, curious as to what the Grippli and Dwarf make up, and her personal breeze proves helpful in keeping the fire going or building it up when they need to add more fuel to it. After a while she sits down and tries to stay dry under her tarp. "On the whole not the worst mission... discounting the rain of course. That was absolutely horrid. So uh, when are we heading back to someplace dry?"
Tibal has a momentary shudder at the mention of giant leeches. "I don't know about present day, but back in my time they were a real threat to the livilihood of a person. Their saliva contained an anticoagulant property that left wounds bleeding for hours afterwards. Not a problem when the wound is as small as a regular leech's tiny mouth, but if you scale it up tenfold, it becomes a real risk of bleeding out. Didn't help that most of them were arcanely empowered due to the wizard who accidentally made them and thus could fly at you extremely fast." ====== Tibal tries her best to blend into the shadows, the prevalent constantly swirling around her trying to push her scent away from the monsters.
Tibal just keeps to herself for most of the morning, prepping her usual spells and hoping to stay away from any more bugs or water.
She isn't a happy camper when the bugs come, and the air of the jungle seems to be spun around by her displeasure but it doesn't really keep the ants off of her. She does notice the parrots, but fails to know how to avoid getting enraptured by them instead focusing on making sure that their charge doesn't get stuck or hurt.
Tibal spends some time in town looking for a good tent as soon as she finds out that the group will be roughing it in the wild for a while, she also grabs a large oilskin cloth to set up a covered area.
In the camp, Tibal sets up her tent, trying to keep it as dry as possible, and sets up a light on a log before prestidigitating her (and anyone who asks) rations nice and toasty warm. She listens to the stories everyone else tells with an interest, glad she is out of the rain and warmed from her food. When it comes to her turn to talk, she introduces the first time she enchanted something, way back before Earthfall in what is now known as the Fangwood forest. "... and after my first attempt blew up the leprcahun who was teaching me decided that I shouldn't be messing with fire magics until I had more experience. It did take a few more tries but I did make a stone that constantly gave off sparks in the end." Tibal agrees to take last watch as it makes a great time to rest and set up spells.
Stepping out on the deck of the ship, Tibal gives a momentary frown and steps back into the cabin. "I'll be a few minutes!" 10 minutes later, she steps back out and starts casting her shield cantrip to try deflecting the rain. It proves to be fairly ineffective. Her face is an expressionless mask but the swirling winds around her imply she's exceedingly unhappy about the weather and getting wet. She stiffly walks up to the dwarf and his gear. "And why might we be near this sodden hell-hole that is a never ending tempest in the first place?" She takes a moment to dry her nearly sopping wet hair and clothes with a towel before starting to cast prestidigitation over and over, drying off the rest of herself. The personal windstorm dies down as she relaxes some. "Tibal Šega, wizard in training who wishes she had a spell to keep herself dry. As long as we don't have to go back out in that weather for a few hours, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ecmund. Now what exactly are you wanting to do out here and why will it have people singing our praises? "
Tibal pulls out an intricately carved and painted wooden dagger with a finely honed edge as well as a book with a similar design an motif to it. "These are my weapons, Mr. Gnavy. The dagger is only in emergencies, but the spells in this book are more dangerous and deadly than I will ever be with a weapon. I suppose if one wanted to be somewhat poetic about it, my 'mind' is my best 'weapon.' She then nods at W@NullD3R3R, "That's partly WHY I joined the Pathfinders after I got to this time. That and they are more generally accepting of my... idiosyncrasies extending from my past in the past than any given wizard collage." She pauses and notes them fingering their Wayfinder. "There must be a story behind why such an usual person as yourself joined the Pathfinders?"
Tibal raises a hand with a bit of grace. "I was meant to be here in the first place. I was just excited about detecting Taychionatical Particles in the area indicating someone had been time traveling... Though a fey party in the First World wouldn't be the worst idea I've heard today." She then gives Illnore a smile. "A temporal distortion, little one, is when something or someone messes with time. Have to be careful of the Hounds, but for the most part not too dangerous if you know what you are doing. Shyka the Many is a demigoddess of time and one of the Eldest of the First World."
Oh that is cool! It'd love to be a fly on the wall for that game and how the witchwarper interacts with the scenario and world in general. Well, fun thing is, Tibal is also from a distant time, pre-earthfall. I'm assuming that she was able to learn Taldane common now from Auran and her very old Elvish.
An elf woman bursts into the room with a faint gust of wind that ruffles papers for a moment. Her cloud white hair billows behind her. "I felt a temporal distortion in here! What happened?" Her accent is distinctly different from the typical accent elves can have. Scanning the room, her dark blue robes with accents done in gold gently whips in the wind her rush us creating. A small golden neck piece glints in the light of the room. "None of you seem to be from a different time. It wasn't Shyka was it? I wanted to meet them again." After a few moments her emotions calm and so does the slight breeze that came with her. She takes a few notes and measurements shaking her head. "What ever that was it came from a very very distant time. Anyways I believe I was supposed to be here for my first mission as a Pathfinder. Tibal Šega, it's a pleasure." |
