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Tomas looks the sorcerer over before answering. "You are correct that we who study magic are leery of those who "feel their way" through it, but that does not mean we cannot learn from each other. I would look forward to speaking to you about the magical arts as I have deciphered them, and you can tell me about how your...umm..feel? about the magic within you."
Level-Up Summary: +1 Wizard (evoker) HP: +6 ( +4 for level (1/2HD+1), +1 Con, +1 Fav. Bonus)Total: 14 Favored Class Bonus: +1 Hit Point (added above) New class abilities: None
Tomas lands 2 magic missiles on one of the wounded wolves Damage:
Tomas, not wishing to make the same mistake twice, casts Mage Armor on himself.
Tomas wakes feeling stiff and sore from the battle with the kobolds. He goes through his head again the sequence of events that occured just before he was cut down. Stupid, stupid! Stupid!! Not have a protective spell up in combat! Sugua is right...I am dumb and weak!, he thinks as he dresses and cleans himself. He enters the main compound and checks to see where everyone is. He notices the 'angel' by Durielle, asking about getting the elven woman to clean his wings. "Alphonse, did you not learn the simple cantrip of cleaning during your apprenticeship? Here let me show you." With a wave of his hand, all the accumulated dirt and grime on the Aasimar's body and cloths falls to the ground, leaving him and his gear clean and smelling slightly of lemons. "There you are. Quick and simple.I can teach you this simple spell if you wish...I can only imagine how difficult cleaning those wings can be!"
Tomas slowly opens his eyes and looks up into Durielle eyes. "Well I cannot think of a better way to be awaken from a near fatal wound! I thank you My Lady for your healing, and you too good Sir Donovan!" The wizard gingerly gets up and surveys the scene of devastation.
He turns and offers his hand to Durielle to help her up.
No worries...if I had not been at work I would have cast Mage Armor while we were talking to the kobolds, but stuff like this happens and teaches us all to be more careful and thoughtful during encounters...and he is not dead yet!! lol
Con check:
Tomas is having a nice nap....at -2hp..what do I need to roll to stabilize??
"How far away is this place? I would hate to get there and have to fight our way back over several days!"
Seeing one use magic, Tomas hammers it down with his own magic missiles. Magic Missile:
Tomas does not have a horse...
"I agree! Wandering the wilds without a plan is courting death. A decisive search needs to be conducted or we are going to be saying good bye to more comrades."
"He is what he is Angor. He feels himself superior to all of us, and maybe he is, but he most certainly does not need to push everyone away. I do not even know why he decided to work with a group that he has no faith in." Tomas shakes his head and looks back at the solitary 1/2 orc. "I just dont know..."
Tomas gives the 1/2 orc a measured look, shakes his head, and walks away. As he leaves he adds, "I will not insult you Sugua, but maybe you should do the same?" He heads back to the rest of the group.
"That same bear could also kill you. You speak of nature Sugua, and I use little words so your small mind can understand what I am trying to say. Why did you come here, to the Greenbelt? To test yourself against nature? We all have strengths and weaknesses...it is playing to our strengths and limiting our weaknesses that help us survive. As finding those who complement our strengths, and cover our weaknesses...well then you have a useful party. Do you agree?"
"So having magic is a weakness to you is it. Why? Because it is not a weapon you understand? Can you truly say my methods are not effective? Why do you fight against everything Sugua? Must you seem a threat to be one, or is this all an act?"
Tomas ignores Sugua's comment and just watches the group. After awhile he asks
Tomas watches the angelic being walk away with a hard stare.
"Not all of us have forgotten Sugua, but thank you for the constant reminders." The mage leans against the barn at the moment, watching the approaching group.
Tomas keeps his eyes on the robed man. He keeps his distance, but ready to act if this 'stranger' makes any sort of 'casting' action.
A good archer would, indeed have easily replaced Tomas...his only bonus is that he can hit all the time..and he does moderate damage...a has limited number of spells...whereas an archer would have as many shots as he has arrows, but would need to overcome the creatures AC with each shot...so kinda balances out. As he goes up levels and adds meta magic to his spells...well then it will get interesting!!
Tomas walks towards the group that is carrying the dwarf. "I would suggest that we honour our fallen comrade by setting him up here as a statue to watch over us and the growth of civilization in this region, seeing as that is what he gave his life for. A comfort and reminder to all who come here! Let his story become a legend in this place...told and retold when others speak of the taming of this land. What do you all think?"
Ulf!!! Hey man..how are you!! I made Tomas for fighting demons and such with resistance to almost everything...but force spells!! As he goes up he will gain things like spell penetration and such, and even more missiles that do max damage!!
Tomas move over to the swooning Durielle and moves her over into the shade. He hands her some mint-flavored water and with a wave, cleans the blood from her clothes. "Rest. I will go and see Sugua." Tomas moves over to there the 1/2-Orc warrior is yelling and hacking at the dead plant creature. Waiting until the slayer had finished, Tomas says, "I think we need to get out of here. Fast! No telling what might be attracted by this battle. "
Tomas walks over to where Durielle was still mounted on her horse. "You might wish to dismount. I know horses can become skittish around blood unless trained".
Another round of force missiles leave the wizards hands. Magic Missile:
Tomas fires another 2 darts of force at the plant. Magic Missile:
Tomas mutters a few arcane words and with a out thrust hand, sends two balls of force at the plant creature. Magic Missile:
Tomas will examine the potions as the group packs them away. He will keep all the good potions together. Perception: "Again thank you Bokken, and if you ever need anything, you just need to ask and I shall try to my best ability to do your bidding. We leave you now, but may return when we harvest some of those ingredients you have told us about."
If Tomas was surprised to find a naked old man sitting in a chair, he does not show it. He lets the others talk and smiles at the oddity that is Bokken.
Tomas watches the exchange between the oracle and the half Orc without comment. Once they had finished he will approach the cabin. "Bokken, we are going to come in. Please do not attack! We mean you no harm".
"I suggest just a few of us enter the cottage, just in case. I do not want to threaten the old man into doing something foolish, and would not wish to risk all of us in such a volatile situation. I shall go. Who else?"
Tomas waits to see how Bokken reacts to the dwarf before he speaks further.
Tomas steps out and calls to the man in the hut. "Greetings Bokken the Alchemist. I am Tomas von Achiel of Silverhall. We are not bandits, but wish to speak with you. I am unarmed and wear no armour, but am a wizard. We have been sent from Restov and are staying with Oleg and Svetlana at the Trading Post. May I come forward and speak with you?"
Tomas follows the dwarf out to meet the new comer.
Tomas rises and studies his tome before joining the others for breakfast. "I plan to visit the alchemist today if any wish to join me.", he announces simply, then heads off to prepare. He will walk, as his skill with horses is near nil. He waits 1/2 hour then heads off in the direction of Bokken's hut.
Tomas addresses the hunter Trent. "The old man, Bokken is it? You said he is some sort of alchemist? I should very much like to meet him. How far is it to his home?"
Tomas looks over to the Oracle and is silent while he ponders her question. "Magic is all around us. It is a type of energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the world together. Some of us are special and we can shape magic to do our bidding, but never for one moment think we command it. It is power, and it is a burden, as my father discovered. It can create beauty, or drive a man to madness. It is neither good, nor evil, but rather like a force of nature, uncaring. Magic is...magical." He stares off into the distance, then looks back at the old fort and the people there. He smiles and pats her on the arm. "I know so very little about magic, but I am learning. Ask me again some day once this land is tame and we are more experienced. Maybe then I will have a better answer."
I do not think I have a horse, unless one was given to me at some point... Tomas is going to cast mage armor on himself
Tomas follows the others out and shows them where he came across the tracks. He remains cool and apart from the 1/2 orcs, but not rude. He lets them boast and brag and generally act as they do without any comment or, indeed any outward signs at all. He stands and watches them as they go about casing for the trail and talking.
Tomas heads back in to the fort. He listens to Sugua talk to the group, but does not comment. "No horses. Maybe you can backtrack to see where they came from."
As the dwarf comes over to speak with Durielle, Tomas gets up and gives the two some privacy. He watches the posturing of the half-orcs for awhile, but soon tires of it. Walking outside the compound, he decides to look for the mounts these bandits must have arrived on. Perception:
Tomas takes his canteen and swishes it around. Using his magic he cools the water and gives it a slightly mint flavor. (prestidigitation) "Here, drink this", he says to Durielle. "A kingdom you say. Well I suppose that is what we are here for, right? I mean, that is what the charter says, or so I have been told." He sits silently beside the oracle until she feels better. |
