Vildran Aistellmar's page

The wizard frowns, somewhat less sure than a minute ago about what this thing is.

Vildran fishes around in his pack for something else the creature might like to destroy. He frowns again, pulling out a couple of torches. He looks at the scrap cloth doused in oils at the end of the shaft.

Um, you could take this apart. It will probably get your hands greasy. It's not complex at all, but perhaps you'll enjoy the tactile experience anyway?

He laughs nervously and tosses two of the torches at the creature.

I take it "something forgotten" was not forgotten by you!

May as well try something on the low end.

Vildran understands the creature, but he's wary of it's intentions.

Why would it offer information so readily?

He translates directly, when necessary, to help things along, but he's mostly inspecting the creature to think on its capabilities.

Religion +4

As the creature continues to talk (and plead for things) it occurs to Vildran.

gluttony...

Finally he says something of his own.

Can you tell us about your pact with Meitremar?

Welp, just switch his affix roll for Dragonbone Arrowhead to be for the Wolf Fang.

Botted the fixing yes, but there's also...

Vildran receives the talismans and looks around at the group to see where they are going. Once decided, he begins the affixing...

Affix Predator's Claw, Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Affix Dragonbone Arrowhead, Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Morga is out cold, but Vildran wonders if the dragonbone arrowhead could be beneficial to her hammer. Especially when she tries to split time harming and healing from an advantageous position.

Shortly after inspecting the items, he's as out cold as she is.

He wakes up and sets to his routine of studying the pages in his spellbook, seated cross-legged on his moist bedding.

Replacing one preparation of Force Barrage with Befuddled

Should we check the tunnel first, just in case?

Probably yes, after the rest.

Just to give you early notice for my travel plans this summer: I will be away …

1) May 31 – June 10
2) June 17 – July 13
3) July 17 – July 30

The middle (2nd) trip is the one I could best bot, but could help on the 1st one too.

During your 3rd I'll very likely be traveling too.

Spotty posting possible (but thanks for the inclusion in posts so far...)

Back in the storage room...

Vildran is mostly relieved that Autumn's lock picks remained in good shape for the job. He doesn't miss her sharp look (averts eyes), but he is still curious about what's inside.

She seems to squirrel it away quickly.

Hey! What was that? Looks awful big for a good luck charm. Oh well... He lets it go pretty quick.

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He follows her to the apparatus, a little intimidated by it but he knows she's right that disabling it is probably a good idea.

Can Vildran learn anything about it as it's disabled? Arcana+8/Thassilon Lore+8?

These images are fascinating, but maybe it's time to head upstairs and rest under the protection of strength in numbers. Our Boggard friends, that is...

He gestures towards the stairs up.

Vildran places a hand on San's shoulder as he passes down the stairs.

Take a minute...

He assumes that patching up and healing will ensue, but he can't help but wander around the room, looking closely at the frescos. It's another one of his "academic" moments that gives him respite from the excitement. He will stand still for any patching-up.

So... this is what they worship. One hopes all of these depicted events are in the past.

Is there anything more to learn with Thassilon Lore (+8)?

Phew!

Lol, did we just get downgraded from emergency?

(however this turns out, we're due for a full rest before any more combat)

Vildran steps forward to get just into range. Even this simple step has him trembling and ambling along, stomach shaky as evear, skin clammy and sweaty.

◆ Stride 5ft

And incants another fire bolt, hoping to bring the sinspawn down for good.

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Ignition vs RED
Spell attack RED (sickened 2), fire damage: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 122d4 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7
-_- aaaaarg

Glad somebody is rolling well

Assuming we make it long enough... If I make a habit of being in Melee, I'm going to have to pick up the elf feat to step 10 feet at a time.

That feat might be worth it for Vildran too.

Vildran's anxiety returns when it staggers back to San.

No! Come back here!

He retches another time...

◆ Retch (DC18 fortitude, sickened 2): 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 2 = 12

It still doesn't get better. Again he raises his staff towards the sinspawn.

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Ignition vs RED
Spell attack RED (sickened 2), fire damage: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 122d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8
Critical Success The target takes double damage and 1d4 persistent fire damage.

and Vildran's rolls come down with the sinspawn's -_-

Ty! I'll probably be able to post some late saturday.

Vildran continues spilling his guts on the stairs.

◆ Retch (fortitude), sickened 2: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 = 15
I missed the DC, but I doubt that's it.

It doesn't help, but he gathers his will to thrust his staff forward at the remaining sinspawn to send a bolt of fire at it.

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Ignition vs RED
Spell attack RED, fire damage, sickened 2: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 172d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
Critical Success The target takes double damage and 1d4 persistent fire damage.

I'll be away in nature next weekend, Friday (4/25) evening to Sunday (4/26) late afternoon, US/Pacific time). I'll have signal but phone posting will be spotty. I'll catch up and resume regular posting Sunday evening.

Gaaaaaah! Vildran yells as he shakes the toothed jaw off of him. The sickness hits him immediately.

He wants badly to retch but his body is racked with so much more pain than just the nausea that he knows he'll soon join San on the floor.

He turns to run, bringing his light with him.

◆ Stride
◆ Stride

Ending up between Autumn and Morga presuming they don't take him down with new reactive strikes..., he doubles over and starts to unload his stomach onto the stairs. He feels cool and clammy, so that he hasn't even taken stock of his own injuries.

◆ Retch (fortitude), sickened 2: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 = 8

Here's hoping Autumn took down BLUE with that phase bolt...

Darn, RED it is then

Hoping for some bad saves from the sinspawn. Surely their luck has to run out sometime (and the damage roll was decent)..

Assuming the fire will go *over* San and not burn him...

Acting quickly at Autumn's suggestion, Vildran's hand moves down to his belt, simultaneously tucking the wand of grease and grabbing the wand of breath fire...

◆ Interact: swap a held item

Pointing it down the stairs but at shoulder height so that the cone manifests into the sinspawn but over San...

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Breath Fire (15 foot cone over BLUE and RED)
Fire damage BLUE/RED, DC18 basic reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

He quickly pulls his arm back, bracing himself for their wrath.

Woohoo! The illusory wall trick seems familiar :)

Acting swiftly as things continue to escalation, Vildran draws his wand of grease...

◆ Interact: draw wand of grease

a greasy sheen appears below their feet but disappears behind the illusory wall.

◆◆ Cast a spell (from wand) Grease (DC18, Duration: 1 minute, area marked on map)

Area All solid ground in the area is covered with grease. Each creature standing on the greasy surface must succeed at a Reflex save or an Acrobatics check against your spell DC or fall prone. Creatures using an action to move onto the greasy surface during the spell's duration must attempt either a Reflex save or an Acrobatics check to Balance. A creature that Steps or Crawls doesn't have to attempt a check or save.

Grease round 1/10

I was considering grease at the top of this encounter. If we're retreating up the stairs that does make the placement of it most advantageous.

He never gets used to it. Vildran looks on in horror as they slash at Morga.

Morga!

He quickly draws protective runs in the air, and they expand outward in a small (for now) circle.

◆ Cast a spell: Protective Wards

He transitions seemingly into the next gesticulation, pointing at the sinspawn to the right...

◆◆ Cast a spell: Void Warp vs RED
Void damage RED, DC18 basic fortitude: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
On a critical failure, the target is also enfeebled 1 until the start of your next turn.

“Let’s head downstairs then. Just use your healing kit if anyone’s wounds are still bothering them—there’s no need to waste an entire day.”

Vildran has a moment of anxiety over his depleted spells, but he doesn't say anything out loud about it. His basics are still usable, and he has the wands.

Looking down into the gloom, he looks around at the group and begins incanting orbs of light.

Who would like one before we proceed?

He affixes one to the top end of his staff and looks down the stairs again.

Everybody ready for a fresh set of nasties?

Suddenly I have a bad feeling around removing that barricade. I'm starting to thing we would agree with whatever the cultists decided to trap in there...

He eyes it warily, thinking another cythnigot at worst.

Checks rng. Oh I see the problem. It's set to 'comedy'.

Vildran hears another crack and heads over to the door. He makes sure not to make eye contact when he takes the picks.

Repair lockpicks (Crafting, trained, guidance): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 = 19

Vildran smiles and holds out his hand for Autumn to hand the tools over.

Well, what better place to get a look at these than a smithy?

Of course he'll use his own repair kit, but that room is certainly conducive to the activity. On the way by Morga he stops, asking

Do you want to blow on these for good luck?

lol Guidance please

Repair lockpicks (Crafting, trained, guidance?): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 = 15

Gulp, definitely guidance please

“What were those things? They were having far too much fun, at their own misfortune as much as ours. And why would they be here?”

It's hard to say why much of anything is here at the moment, aside from the cultists. The rascals, the magic absorbing ooze.

He shudders visibly at the last one.

I suppose it's fortunate that the townspeople hadn't stumbled upon this place before the cultists arrived.

Recall knowledge on Rascals: Occultism +8, Thassilon Lore +8

Vildran looks towards the closed door that leads Eastward out of this smithy.

There is little space left in this complex to explore. If we're fortunate we could make short work of these final rooms and obtain peace of mind to explore at a more leisurely pace, heal our wounded freed townsfolk, and so on. Everything will be better once we are rid of cultists!

Perhaps overly-optimistic, he's feeling somewhat energized by how little he perceives is left of this floor. He cautiously listens at the Eastern door. While he does so he fishes the wand of grease out of his belt.

Perc +4

Not expecting a plethora of bookshelves in this smithy, Vildran frowns slightly as he takes another look around the room. He won’t say out loud how boring he now finds it.

Given the opportunity he will refocus.

That hammer looks nice. Morga, you might have a whole collection of hammers by the time we're done!

He turns to focus on it...

Detect magic

Is it over yet?

Vildran rushes around the corner and into the passage one last time to see, and this time doesn't hold back at all when he throws his staff forward.

◆ Stride 20ft

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Breath Fire (15 cone over YELLOW and thankfully not far enough to touch Morga)
Fire damage YELLOW, DC18 basic reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

Autumn is perfect as a disgruntled sibling :P

It's leaving Morga alone! Good...

Vildran's staff thrusts past San and shoots a bolt of fire at the remaining... rascal?

◆◆ Cast a spell (from staff): Ignition vs GREEN
Spell attack YELLOW, fire damage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 222d4 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6
Critical Success The target takes double damage and 1d4 persistent fire damage.

He then backs away into the prior room.

◆ Stride 25ft

for now…

Vildran focuses on his staff, but not to conjure its flames.

◇ Drain bonded item (rank 1)

Another barrage of blunt force shards speed towards the visible creature.

◆◆◆ Cast a spell: Force Barrage (three shards)
shards vs BLUE, force damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 4) + 3 = 12

Vildran waits for the others to continue backing up and pass him.

Have we heard either of these two creatures speak in a language we understand? (thinking of casting command)

What if we backed up through this passage and forced them to pursue us back to the last room? We could surround that door and let them have it one by one! Jevar suggests as the chaos continues. He's not sure who will hear him or if he's talking to himself as they defect themselves in the next room.

Vildran is hesitant to run down the hall and put himself within arms length of their latest horror.

Assuming Vildran can target BLUE from where he stands...

Stupefied DC6 flat check: 1d20 ⇒ 10
◆◆◆ Cast a spell: Force Barrage (three shards)

3 shards vs BLUE, force damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 4) + 3 = 11

With his mind still somewhat foggy from his encounter with the ooze, San only manages to identify a couple of the items. The oddly light vial he identifies as an oil of weightlessness and the cold iron light hammer he recognizes has a basic (+1) potency rune inscribed on its head. Despite the spotty results, San is quick, and that means you're quickly able to get going.

In the time San tried these with quick identification, Vildran should have been able to try one. So ret-con:

While San is speeding through the items, Vildran tries to identify the teal-colored oil.

Arcana +8, -stupefied

I suppose that would just leave time for one item without quick identification.

@Vildran: The sin rune you analyzed was on the broken slab atop the well, not on the light hammer. Don't worry about it--we know that Vildran is still stupefied from the ooze and not himself.

Before that very particular RP, he also looked at the magical items. Those were two different actions. It looks like they were rolled for. Maybe I need to make some of my posts more clear?

Autumn murmurs inaudibly to herself as Vildran ignores the proffered hammer

That was the rune wasn't it? He offered his analysis a few posts up.

Vildran (and his antennae) perk up and look around the room as if they were being attacked again at that very moment.

No, that's not what she meant.

Oh, okay. He stutters and hesitates as he pulls himself away from the rune.

He imagines they need to head South from here and approaches that door. But he dare not take the lead from San or Morga.

The site gave me trouble last night too.

Vildran runs his hand along the sin rune. Now this is the kind of thing he came to Sandpoint to study.

Sin magic and a device to gather magical energy. What was their end...? he wonders.

Whoops, not a book.

Vildran sits in silence, letting Morga work on his bruises, breaks, and cuts.

Thank you. He says plainly when she finishes.

He still needs a distraction from their latest experience. He joins San in analyzing various items around the room.

Stupefied DC5 flat check: 1d20 ⇒ 16 Cast detect magic

Arcana +8 - 1 (stupefied) for the rune and any other magical equipement.

Crafting +8 - 1 (stupefied) for alchemicals

At any point they get near the puddle of ooze remains, Vildran gets nervous and skirts away from it or around it.

Vildran plants his staff in the ground and stands up, still gathering himself. He follows San at a safe distance, holding an expression of disgust and pulling his cloak tighter. Of course that doesn't really protect his magic, but he's still coming to grips with the sort of vulnerability that this ooze exposes.

I'll just, stay back here.

Even after San pulverizes it he's unsure, eyeing the puddle warily and shifting toward's the secret door Autumn is opening.

Presuming Morga succeeds...

Vildran blinks awake, immediately frowning in shame. His antennae lay flat on his head.

He emits a pained whisper.

One day I will be useful, and this will stop happening.

As if he was asking for the immediate opportunity, Autumn appears holding a tome in his face. He leans on one arm, and pushes himself up into a sitting position to accept the book. He's still feeling a little dodgy from yet-another-near-death-experience, but a tome is a welcome distraction.

Right. Cultists. Ooze. Let me see... He calms as he begins to flip through it, somber.

Arcana +8, Crafting +8, Nature +4, Occultism +8, Religion +4, Thassilon Lore +8

Recovery, flat, DC11: 1d20 ⇒ 11 phew!