I'm fine with waiting. A weekend is coming up anyway and I'm preparing for an in person Pathfinder night anyway.
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Were they bait? Ussaile hisses under her breath about Jassminder's current crisis of faith but says nothing about it and turns to Xanther's question "They are begging for help from Daghishat." Her hair whips about her and she prepares to maintain the strategy they committed to.
Ussaile readies to cast the spell to light up the possible foe.
I have no Stealth score so that seems like a bad option.
I'll defer to the other folks but that is where she stands currently.
"Fiendish Fey? I have a hard time believing that..." She recasts the message spell, pointing to each of her allies.
Ussaile looks toward Jassminder. "Always impressive." She turns to the others and the pointed curve of her lips drops back down, "I would need 10 minutes if you want another one of those starlights."
Pulling some light from the stars, Ussaile tries to engulf the hound with magic that should make it easier to track.
The violet light swirls around...
Current Effects: Remove Fear (from Xanther) Mage Armour
I'm fine with it as well.
I'm good with it.
"Do we need to engage it? Do you think it is with the target?"
I agree. I would like to move forward before we lose all momentum.
I posted in gameplay a while back. I've been waiting to roll.
The witch gives a chuckle, "Very well Xanther. I can do that. Hopefully we can resolve this without too much issue." She doesn't really worry about the fey, she certainly knows her party can handle it, but she has a suspicion that there was something else they were missing. Whether it was paranoia or not, she would eventually find out later.
I won't be around until tomorrow night.
Grappled creatures are also easier to see... Kind of.
But yeah Faerie Fire is not as good as Glitterdust. Darn Wizards getting all the good stuff! @Xanther: I can prepare 2 See Invisibility spells, and a 3rd if I drop Cat's Grace but I feel like that one may be useful for raw numbers.
Ussaile already starts to consider what spells she would need. See invisibility, faerie fire, possibly something else... She was worried that the fae had plenty of strength and was going to cause them problems so she mentally checked off what she needs. "I can ensure that I can see it, and reveal it for you all but I have no way of dealing with the darkness myself." Spells Prepared before we head over: 0th - Detect Magic, Message, Light, Arcane Mark 1st - Mage Armour, Mage Armour, Faerie Fire, <> 2nd - Cat's Grace, See Invisibility, <>
"Jassminder. Sweet Jassminder." The tone wasn't quite mocking but she knew the paladin was anything but, "I don't speak until I know everything. Making a fool of oneself is a heinous crime, when it involves my Patron as well... It is a little more complex." She lets Noctifer resolve the minor quibble. --- Entering the witch's house, Ussaile senses the empathic link. She doesn't bow to the witch, that wouldn't be proper. Instead she meets her gaze directly, a fiery one counterbalanced by Ussaile's cold space.
She wasn't going to speak up, but her body language said enough.
Ussaile raises an eyebrow, "A few things. I think that her nephew may have utilized the Mirror to get hands on with Iozif and Henric."
Noctifer: Ussaile looks in the direction Anya went, A Desnan? My this has become even more interesting. Perhaps we can learn more about those nightmares if her devotion is true. She keeps that information in her pocket for now. "We should reconvene. I believe that was most enlightening."
Eugenia: Ussaile listens intently. "Unfortunately stopping Tallowthroat may be more difficult than we would like. This witch though, I do wish to meet her and perhaps we should rendezvous with our party before doing so." Witches had many names, and she wasn't sure what that meant for the phantom. "Noctifer, I think we should thank our host and take our leave." She wasn't willing to burn a town down to stop this disease, that would cause far too much attention... Assuming the overzealous woman was even thinking straight. "Thank you for all of your help."
Before heading to see the ghost, Ussaile speaks up to Xanther, "Well, if we were able to restore his wisdom, he would have an easy time as well. Perhaps if we could provide that it may prove to be an easier solution for the time being, but temporary." --- Aunt Eugenia: Ussaile knew very little about the rites of the Zon-Kutonites, but she was intrigued to find out more. A torturous spell that someone would be willing to undergo? It gave her sinister ideas though for the time being she would have to hold them back, she did not want to disrespect. Seeing the specter's resting place, Ussaile bows deeply. "It is unfortunate we must meet under such a situation. I am Ussaile, and I am hoping we can solve the problem that has been plaguing this area." She knew they were treading on dangerous ground. "What Noctifer says is true based on our knowledge. It is also true that we are mercenaries so our reputation is all we have. We do wish to help this line continue."
The witch grabs the holy symbol after a moment of silent consultation with her patron. "I can do this. Noctifer should come with me though, I refuse to travel there alone." She swears that the holy symbol bites at her skin when she puts it on. "I think the leak is a real problem but we should not be biasing ourselves until we speak with the ghost. Allow me 10 minutes to prepare, I don't wish to go in there without a force shield ready."
Ussaile spends an hour at night looking toward the sky and communing with her patron for magical power for the next morning. It was a strange thing being up in the dead of night, but an hour was a small price for what she was granted. Cleaning up her candles in the morning, she noticed Jassminder and assumed the woman had a similar feeling toward ritual as she did. She never actually saw the paladin cast a spell, but she felt that her companion had the ability to should push come to shove. Ussaile stops notices Noctifer in a side room, "I believe it would be in all of our interests if we worked to research together. Things would go much more smoothly." Not even waiting for a response, she marched toward breakfast; eating it quickly before heading to the library.
It's my birthday this weekend and I'm spending it away from the computer. Please move ahead without me!
Ussaile feels the black shudder roll down her spine. She whispers under her breath to no one in particular, "The shard?" All of this was a lot, but the Stain was a Patron of the stars and the magic that held them aloft. There was a reason she was here. "This shard, I may need to see it. There is a chance that the magic from the broken mirror is seeping out into the world here. A small extraplanar drip, but a drip nonetheless. If the mirror has been broken for as long as you believe..." Is he dripping into this world? The witch stared into a flickering candle, "Regardless, I am not prepared to enter a demiplane of shadows. I would need to commune under the stars to ensure our survival." Mentally going through her small repertoire of spells she continues, "If we were to face off against more of these shadows and creatures that can become invisible... I can provide us with starlight to counteract them. It would be foolish to not wait."
If you think it's something my Patron might know, I'm fine with taking 10. Otherwise I'm happy to roll, she's smart but not formally educated.
"He's probably telling the truth here. These kinds of rituals are possible." She waits to hear back from her patron before continuing to divulge more secrets, "It reminds me of a fiendish conjuration, which is exactly what it sounds like. A small hamlet's worth of reagents and a small hamlet itself and you can have a fiend summoned." The witch shakes her head, "But it isn't quite that. This Dag-whatever... It wasn't going to take orders. If it was, the fey probably wouldn't have been so frightened to call on it." Steeping her hands, she considers the situation, "With this many souls however, whatever this Dag is, it might only be a little stronger than Ilquis." Ussaile looks directly into the Baron's eye, "I recall someone else mentioned a curse..." The words linger, "Perhaps this is magical in nature after all. Do we have anything of Nicasor's?"
Ussaile raises an eyebrow, If they want to convince the baron they need to be a united front. Like you and I. She waits a few moments and assesses the situation. She wasn't going to strong arm the baron unless she absolutely had to. This was his domain, and despite his condition, commanded power.
"My friends. Let us all take a step back and hear the baron's story in full." The emphasis was neither threat nor soothing olive branch. Ultimately she wanted to complete the assigned task, but someone in his panic could easily make things worse for them.
I clearly missed a lot. This is what I get for spending my whole day watching Mission Impossible. I'm unsure how to break this stalemate. We should discuss it here for a moment. If you want me to intimidate him, that's an easy ask but unless we are absolutely sure about the Captain, we might end up in a very bad position.
"I agree. We don't need another lynch mob forming, it's disorderly." Jassminder likes neatness. "And almost any corpse will fit into a sack, if you cut the body up correctly." She looks around at the others. "Once we've done that, do we visit the Baron or the loggers next?" "Disorderly? I can't speak for you, but I cast spells and I do not want to get involved in some misguided lynch mob." She adjusts her hood and puts her hair back in, "I believe we owe the Baron a visit. We can speculate until your hair is as long as mine, but until we extract the information from him, it will be as worthwhile as all these candles against the shadows." Her eyes spark up with a dark lust. Soon.
Has it been 4 hours? Do I still have Mage Armour up?
I'm just enjoying the scenario either way.
Ussaile gives a side eyed glance to Noctifer and puffs a bit on her tabac provided from their client, "So, this situation has become more interesting hasn't it?" She lets the smoke out straight upward, "But idle chit chat isn't really our thing now?" Shrugging, she stamps out some of the ashes, "If we are to survive this we will need to tolerate each other at a minimum." The witch turns to Noctifer, "And I will be unable to do that job when I have you watching me constantly like some animal." That smile comes out, "I have no desire to break our compact. My Patron has been very explicit about the penalties for that." The words hang in the air, not expecting a reply.
I'm just waiting on Jassminder's response for flavour, mechanically I don't think I need anything at the temple.
Ussaile wants to hear and see the ritual so badly, but she decides against it. "I'll be outside." She knows full well that her and the Stain will be able to pick it up and practicality demanded her to leave. No need to strain our working relationship to satiate my curiosity. I'm sure Master Miklos would be happy to oblige. She waits the duration of the ritual outside and stares toward the forest, thinking about what it could all mean.
"Was it as bad as they say?" It wasn't concern in the witch's voice, it was academic curiosity.
Ussaile listened to the others talked and took time to assess the situation. It would take her another night to commune and fully grasp it all. It seemed that the spiderweb was a lot bigger than they had initially thought. "Whatever lies in the forest, I don't know if it is our issue right now." She was certain that was going to change. Turning to the guard captain she gives a glance, "Are you certain about your Baron? Is there any way for us to meet him to confirm ourselves?" She lets the question linger in the air before stepping into the temple. The witch sees Master Miklos and gives a small acknowledgement. Ultimately this choice was Jassminder's.
"I understand your desire to please the Midnight Lord Master Miklos.
Ussaile flips through the journal with intent. She only barely listens in to the others, "Right. Yes." There was a mystery here, and it excited her. I think at some point we need to see that Baron. Overhearing the plan she gives a half hearted acknowledgement. Once we get more support from this backwater hamlet at least.
"Let's just bring them with us if we can't come to a happy conclusion." I'm happy with either.
I have Identify but it isn't a Spell Known. It's in a Spellbook. Would that count?
Ussaile is focused on looking at the magical gear, trying to judge the power of it all. She gave a glance to Marcus as he was moving the wand around, "I really enjoy watching you struggle, but I need you in good shape." She extends he hand out, "If you need help. I myself am fine, thank you." "That wand is a wand of dominate person. Fairly high level magic. My guess is that it can control someone for five whole days at the very least." She eyes it then closes her eyes. It only takes a moment for her to shudder, "I can use it. My patron can teach me with no problems." The witch says it loud enough for Noctifer to hear her, Lets see what he says.... "It can only work humanoids... So no fetchlings." The white-haired witch taps her chin thoughtfully, "That means that no fetchlings could have been controlled by the fey. That may be important." Her hair snaps around the dagger in Marcus' hand, "It's magical. Someone should use it because we will need it if we encounter more shadows." Ussaile taps the fetchling's shoulder with it, "Not me though."
I still have See Invisibility and Mage Armour up. If I'm going to be ambushed by Shadows, MA provides full armour against their touch at the very least. You would have to convince her, she won't go out of her way to do it on her own. It doesn't fit the character. I'll get something up later.
Ussaile rolls her eyes, "But accept candy from him." She moves through the room and sweeps it with Detect Magic.
I can dig or Search
The idea didn't even dawn on Ussaile, "No I haven't looked. It seemed prudent to wait for you to return. If they're dead they're already dead."
Ussaile's breathing settles down and her accursed hair slinks back into her. "Noctifer will be fine. He went to chase that woman in the back." She let's out a deflating sigh, "I won't leave you until our ally returns. Stay near me, I can see most ambushes quite clearly right now." The statement hung in air, but if Jassminder expected humour from the witch, it would probably sound something like that.
@GM: Do you have a preference for how Critical Confirmations are rolled? Right after the Attack or at the end of the block?
"We aren't done!"
The white hair almost regenerates around the golem with how quick it is; moving with a grace that would be unnatural. The Stain lets out a single empathetic pulse. Kill.
There is the Wand of CLW, we never actually specified who got it. I would assume Xanther.
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