I understand. For whatever reason, this game just never seemed to fully get off the ground. It happens sometimes, and I bear no ill will. Thanks for running it!
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"After you" Tural gestures for the dwarf to take the lead.
Tural makes sure he stays well in the middle of the group, fully aware of his fragility.
Tural nods, "I believe that the Celestial blood within me manages to create a constant sub-magic aura that produces a unique form of illumination that only my eyes can detect. In other words, yes, I can see in the dark. So can elementals." he waves and the elemental rejoins them, thudding across the floor.
Tural, with a wave of his hand, motions for his elemental to move up to the doorway the survivor is fleeing towards, and it complies in silent compliance.
Eh.... third(?) time’s the charm?
Tural, consulting a flipped coin, reaches out into the Great Beyond, but not too far. Instead, he grabs onto the inner planes, and siphons off a miniscule amount of quintessence, fashioning it into an animate blob of elemental matter, and an earth elemental thuds onto the ground next to him.
Tural stays firmly in the middle, not wanting to be exposed to a potential ambush.
Tural stays firmly in the middle, not wanting to be exposed by a potential ambush.
Hey--I've got that trait, too! Too bad I never remember to actually use it!
Tural stays silent as his more vocal friends steal most of the spotlight, instead quietly working in his lab and making more concoctions, learning more about the outer planes in his spare time, and potentially even being persuaded into learning more about Calistra from his more religious friends. Truth be told, he's not sure if he could even say for sure where he spent most of the time, be it at the Gold Goblin or in the Calistran temple, or even the scattered libraries he could find and gain access to across the city. Or perhaps none of them. It just didn't really matter to him.
Ugh. So, travel and settling back into things was only slightly more time-intensive than I thought. On the bright side, I did manage to find enough time to level up. On the downside, I seem to have missed the chance to get a gift. If it's not too late, I wouldn't mind a Cloak of Resistance, a wand of Mage Armor and a wand of Magic Missile. Boring, maybe, but considering how badly I built Tural in hindsight (first PF character and all) I didn't really think about it at the time. And since then, I've taken basically no treasure.
Sorry for the lack of posting- Finals hit me like a brick wall, way more than I was expecting. I'm traveling all day today, which means there's a 50/50 chance that I will either get everything done today or absolutely nothing.
I'm around, it's mostly just that recently I haven't been super active in any of my campaigns (yay college), so my posting has dropped off pretty much universally.
After stalling for a moment to judge the tide of the battle, Tural commands his eagle to aid Amboy, and it does so with zeal, swooping in to savage the rat.
If the rat is still up, Tural fires off a third missile.
Tural directs his hawk to attack the rat behind Unbeugsam, providing a flank as well.
Ah! I definitely misread the situation there. I missed the fact the archer was on our side. I suppose that’s what I get for posting while tired. I don’t suppose I could ‘cancel’ my action as though Tural didn’t act at all? I imagine it doesn’t make that much of a difference, but there really is no reason for Tural to do what he did other than me being really tired and not reading the gameplay posts close enough.
Tural, slightly slower than his companions to react, spins planar energy into a shockingly machine-looking eagle, seeminly made of brass and with blue fire in its eyes. It appears just above and behind the green archer, ready to keep him from focusing. It cries a challenge and begins to tear into its foe.
Tural waits back with the others, preparing to strike when the time is right.
Tural merely nods in agreement, "So be it. How do we want to approach this? Quietly striking from the shadows and weakening them? Or rushing in and taking them all out at once?" he asks his coworkers.
Tural wanders the streets, attempting to persuade new faces to stop by the Gold Goblin and wager a gold piece or two. He doesn't join his fellow coworkers, though, instead preferring to work alone in the hopes of being more effective (though the time alone is also a bonus for him).
If the fire is yet to be extinguished, Tural merely glances at it, and the fledgling flame explodes into dazzling and blinding colors, "Cover your eyes!" Tural exclaims.
Tural directs his eagle to continue attacking its target, and loads and fires his crossbow at one of the bandits attacking Amboy.
Meanwhile, the eagle continues its energetic attacks.
Tural steps back out of the doorway, allowing the last of his fluid magic to summon a final celestial eagle to block the thief as he tries to escape. The eagle cries a challenge as it attempts (and fails to) tear into the bandit.
"Hold on for a minute, Taton! I can help!" Tural calls out, skating into the kitchen, carefully avoiding the grease and the reach of the bandits.
As the bird vanishes, Tural quietly curses, using the majority of his remaining magical energy to call a final bird from the heavens. He also loads his crossbow, preparing for a more mundane form of attack. Meanwhile, the summoned eagle cries a challenge at its villainous foes and joins Taton in an attempt to dispatch his foe!
Tural quickly retreats, returning to the safety of his allies.
His eagle, blood trailing from its talons, flies forward ferociously at one of the attackers, swiping with a powerful claw at its target. However, its deadly skill seems to have died with the last robber.
Tural, considering the idea that all these attacks may be no more than a distraction, cuts through the middle of of the room, slipping past Taton into the kitchen to check the status in there.
Meanwhile, the eagle continues its enthusiastic assault on its bandit.
Tural pulls another bird from the heavens, unleashing it upon one of the bandits attacking Meghan.
While Tural siphons off some of his mana to recharge his reservoir, the bird, having easily dodged the robber before, continued its wild assault.
Tural runs to the kitchen, trying to figure out what the disturbance is. If he sees something there (and there's a source of flame available), he unleashed his inner control of fire to release a blinding flash of light.
Tural sighs with frustration as another eagle vanishes back into molded quintessence, and as the attacker draws a line of blood from his arm, Tural scrambles backwards, carefully climbing over the table behind him to get some space between himself and his attacker.
Tural winces as his eagle returns to the lower planes, but its fiendish glow hasn't even faded before a new, almost artificial-looking eagle takes its place.
Tural runs forward, staying in the darkness. However, as he runs, a glowing rune appears at the end of an outstretched hand, mirrored by one materializing in front of the closest attacker. It shapes itself into a black and red fiery hawk, which unleashes a flurry of claws and beak at its target. However, it's more enthusiastic than accurate, and barely even scratches its target.
Tural quickly spins around, withdrawing a small pat of butter from his belt pouch, and smears it between his fingers, "Glissendo." he whispers, and the area aroundthe door becomes slipperier than ice.
Tural gives a (small) smile back, "I must agree. It is indeed aggravating. I suppose the most we can do is watch and wait, biding our time until something new comes up that we can act on."
Tural joins Meghan in the card room cleaning.
Tural continues his work wandering the streets. He appreciates the solitude, but still manages to convince enough people to visit the Goblin to make his time worthwhile.
While Tural is quite sad that his friend is leaving, he thanks her for all her assistance in his studies, "And please do come stop by whenever you can, I would love to see you again. Best of luck with the Cyphermages." Tural enjoys Meghan's retelling of the events, interjecting towards the end, "I believe the proper term is a silence of ninjas, Meghan. "
I figured I shouldn't always force everyone into a fight like I did last time. Plus, not everyone was within a 15ft cone of me.
"Most excellent. I am quite appreciative of your willingness to see reason. We'll be taking the cargo now, if you don't mind." Tural walks over to the crates, tries to pick one up, fails, and looks at the group, "Ahh... Could I get some assistance here?"
Tural fidgets with the coin in his pocket, but upon spotting the three others in the background, decides against it, instead hoping nonmagical words might win the day, "Look, my friend. This doesn't need to end badly. I would advise you to leave the cargo alone and simply let us do our job. Please don't make this any harder on yourselves than it has to."
Tural raises an eyebrow at Unbegusam's latest question, "Ah.... we did. He slammed the door in our face. Literally. You're welcome to try on your own, though." ... Over the week, he spends extra time working- what else was there to do?- and wanders the streets, trying to convince passersby that the Gold Goblin is the place to spend their hard-earned coin. He's not very successful, though.
... "Of course. We'll head out right away. Just let me grab my kit."
A man, clad in gold-trimmed red robes steps up, "Greetings. I am Tural. Pleasure to meet you." While soft-spoken, he has a confidence behind his words and an unwavering gaze as he studies the newcomer's faces.
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