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Hania ignores the powerful lawful energies surging around, and calls upon a celestial spirit to bond with her sword, as it begins to glow with a bright golden light. She then draws again on the the elemental energies of Ranginori, to buy herself some extra time... and uses it to call out a prayer to Sheylin... her sword glowing even brighter.
She then steps confidently around the far side of the nearest dust cloud, so it can not so easily keep retreating.
Hania sends a prayer to Shelyn, then calls upon the lingering power of Ranginori as small arcs of electricity begin to work their way along her blade. Taking the sword in both hands, she steps up to the larger foe and smites it the old fashioned way. <<Insert suitable paladiny rhetoric here>>
Attack stuff:
, for damage plus electricity.
Once everything's sorted, can you push this to inactive Silbeg? Hoping to clear out the campaigns list before everything gets all active again on Monday =)
Chronicle acquired. Thanks again, Silbeg!
GM: <--- see, he's a natural!
And no one tried to really interact or influence them. Had they, I would have dropped more information. Octaris tried! I just assumed I failed to be properly diplomatic, or it wasn't possible at all when there was no response. (Though to be honest, I think he would have shot the fire wisp anyway... stupid fire!)
GM: Shouldn't they have at least been hinted as an option though, where one would not normally think it even possible?
We actually hired Nix, and the GM gave us only knowledge options I noticed the crystals too late, that was my fault, I admit. Influencing the wisps? Really, how would one even think you could do that (much less do that with UMD) without a clue from the Gm? I at least tried talking to one of them, but even that didn't lead to a clue that influencing them was possible! So, in the end, I was only given 2 chances, and had to get both or fail. Bah! I'm not bitter =)
Am trying to figure out if Aurathius is supposed to be trying to do something here at the end. I know he was just pretending to be Octaris... and figures even if he gets caught, they'll think he's awesome for trying, and still ask him to join... But if his identity never comes up? Am I supposed to confess in expectation of an invite, or just go on my merry way and let my stuck up cousin get the credit? The joke seems less funny when no one ever figures it out =)
Player Name: Aaron
The little water mephit tries to look properly humble at the praise... He fails miserably.
"I told you, very dangerous!" Octaris says, not quite able keeping the smug satisfaction out of his voice. "Clearly, this is not an ordinary tear!" He adds, trying to look like he knows what he's talking about, once more. "It takes centuries of training to master the arcane knowledge required to seal a rift this size!" He adds, nodding sagely. "Luckily for you, I have just such training!" He waves his fingers, and says some more arcane phrases, as he studies the thing a moment. "Ah ha..." He exclaims, as if spotting something new with his 'magic senses'. "Of course... the residual ocular turbulence was masking the planar eddies coming from the port vortex." "I should be able to curb it with a variation of the ... uh... Saltstraumen Mantras. Very advanced magic." He fakes a concerned frown. "Even for me." He waves the others back, and goes back to work. Flitting about, first on one side, then another, seeming at random, keeping up a long, high pitched hum, the entire time... that sounds more like drowning cats then any sort of magical mantra.
After a while, if the rift still hasn't subsided, he will pretend that was expected. "The mantra is only to weaken the gravitronic bonds." He explains, as if such were obvious. "Now the hard part begins!" Once more, he starts spouting phrases and words in what seems like a half dozen different languages, none of which are familiar to anyone. All the while, flying about the rift, and waving his fingers in important-looking ways.
As long as it continues to have some effect, and the rift continues to not fully close, he will keep up his act, each time going through different equally strange machinations to keep the ruse alive! Next he has Rhyol use the intense heat of her hide to burn strange symbols into the floor that he traces there first with a small etching knife. As she finishes each one to his satisfaction, he drops a deluge of water on it, sending small gouts of steam to rising up into the rift itself.
At one point, he simply stares at it for a minute or two, holding out one hand with only his index and pinkie finger extended, rocking it back and forth.
Clearly, he is a master of all things magical!
Octaris looks a little put out, as the rift spinner so easily flees. He recovers quickly, however, preening slightly. He turns to admonish the wysps that remain. "See what happens when you challenge the magical might of the Great Octaris!" He crows, in their native tongues. "Now, begone all of you, before I turn my wrath on you!" __________________ As they retreat back to the tower, he ponders the magical portal, now condensed into a sphere. "Well, this is why you brought me along!" He says, trying to sound sure of himself. "Why such a feats are common amongst purveyors of magical might, such as myself!" "You all might want to step back." He adds, trying to look serious. "This is very dangerous work!" "Why, see... that thingamahoozie there, needs to be collapsed into that whosiwatzitz there." He mutters, as he flutters around it, waving his arms and pointing like he knows what he's doing. "And of course, we need to make sure to fold the arcanibit under the psychitab ... not over of course... never over. A common mistake among less experienced arcane practitioners!" He continues to mutter totally made up mumbo jumbo, and point and utter random arcane phrases, occasionally stopping to look things up in his spellbook like he knows what he's doing.
Octaris flies up even higher and comes in a little closer, ending up some ways over Rhyol's head. Moisture continues to gather from all around, forming around him like a small coat until he gathers it all and flings it once more at the Rift Spinner below. He seems to be enjoying himself.
, for damage.
Did we lose the GM again?
Octaris flies upwards a little, to clear the heads of those in between himself and the rift spinner, gathering water as he goes. By the time he has a clear shot, he laughs happily, and sends a blast of it hurtling towards the rift spinner.
, for damage.
Octaris seems perturbed that they seem to be ignoring him, his little mephit face scowling! "Fine! If you will not listen to my words, then you shall face my magical might!" He cries in their protean language, as flies out from behind the portal and starts drawing moisture from the air once more. The fact it seems more difficult then usual, only makes him more annoyed! He aims that annoyance at the fire wysp... because he doesn't like fiery things either.
, for damage.
Octaris lets out a bit of a moan, as the feel of the place seems to weigh heavily on his watery nature. "I shall handle this!" He offers, though perhaps not with his usual enthusiasm. He flaps his wings and ascends a short ways, for a better view, waving a small wand around as he does so.
"No simple wisps are a match for my magic!" He exclaims, then starts calling out imperiously to the creatures in the same language they just used.
Protean: "Stop this nonsense at once!" He calls. "Do you not know who I am?!"
"I have lead my retinue a long way, across many planes, to be here, and would rather not have to teach you any painful lessons that could be avoided!"
"See." Octaris exclaims, as Rhyol makes it look easy. "My magic will help!"
He waves over Krakos, ready to assist him as well.
Eventually Octaris puts his spellbook away, and stretches his wings. "Alright, I am now fully prepared!" He exclaims, as he looks up at the portal overhead. "Who shall lead the way?"
He ponders his non-flight-capable companions with a disapproving frown. "I shall assist with the entry." He proclaims, as he prepares some sticks and bits of coral into a strange complex sculpture. Apparently intending to use it to aid with whatever magic he is readying.
Octaris pulls out the now-familiar spellbook and starts to study it again. "Let me top off my arcane might." He offers, "Then I shall be good to take on this Maelstrom!"
Octaris looks upwards, at Rhyol's comment, and does his best to not look surprised. "Of course." He says, covering quickly. "It is what I was waiting for. We just needed the the latent magicalness to fade once we overcame its electrical crystalline wards!" He gives it an appraising stare, one eye closed, the other one squinted. "Yes, it should be safe to pass through now!" He finally decrees.
Unfortunately, Octaris pretends to know more then he ever really does! =)
As he sits there in the strangely cohesive pool of water, floating on top of the, itself floating, table, he does his best to strike up a thoughtful pose. "I will ponder the correct course of action while my arcane might deals with these injuries!" He intones imperiously... the tone somewhat lessened by his high pitched voice. Some of the electrical burns start to heal over as he sits there thinking.
Seeing the water moving towards the table, the little mephit gives a happy chuckle, and then immediately starts to pull more water out of the air, directly over the table, until quite the large pool starts to form. He sits down in the middle of it, and calls up even more.
Octaris seems slightly disappointed that Zephyr managed to find some useful information, and not him. Still, he takes it in stride, covers for himself. "Ah, yes... Pahwal!" He exclaims, "I know him, of course. Very powerful... rivaling even myself!"
"But..." he adds, eventually. "Though that might explain what this place is. It does not really tell us why it is here... or what that is all about." He points up at the Maelstrom overhead.
Octaris snorts derisively at some of the titles. "I already know how I breath, thank you very much." He mutters. Still he looks through the titles for something interesting to impress the others with.
"A souvenir!" The little mephit will say, as he picks up one of the shards, before glancing around the room curiously. He quickly grows bored with the floating table, however, such things not nearly as interesting on the plane of Air. He flies back out of the room, looking around with a slight frown. His eyes go up to the maelstrom overhead, then flies over the library, to see if there's anything in there that might make him look smart.
Octaris preens a bit. "Lesson learned!" he crows. The little mephit then flies into the room with the crystal he just destroyed to look at the offending pieces of the object in question.
Octaris frowns, as the crystals keep resisting his powerful magics. "Ignorant crystal! My magical power is boundless! He cries, as he lets loose another blast of water! , for damage.
Octaris continues to perform his version of water magic, gathering the moisture all around, then releasing it once more, this time at the crystal hovering over the hovering table.
, for water damage.
Octaris frowns, when the crystal proves resistant to his magic. "The great Octaris will no be denied!" He squeals, as water vapor and mist start to gather around him once more.
, for damage.
Got ya filled in.
Heh. All water mephits look the same right? That's kinda my MO! =)
I tend to use the map link at the top, which I wasn't sure you had access to yet =) Not to mention the map link in your stat line is broken!
In general, it is more helpful for the tokens on the map to match the avatars used on the message board, I've found. Perhaps that particular image is available to choose, but they removed the search function for the avatar selection, so it would take too long to page through the zillion images available! Oh, and I moved the current map up to the top, so its what we see when we select the map link up top. Hope that's ok.
Octaris lets out a squeal of distress as the lightning plays about the room, zapping them all! "Ahhhh! destroy them! Quickly!" He cries. Still smoking, he flys over for a clearer view of the crystal in the library room, and conjures up a second blast of water, sending it at that crystal.
, for damage.
Dunno if mine counts as a 'mission' ... more a 'lark' =)
Tektite was already a replacement. =) It might be Gameday 7 before we finish our Gameday 6 game! Heh.
Drops of water vapor and moisture start to swirl and eddy around where Octaris flutters in the air on the far side of the room. They quickly gather around the little mephit until they form a ball on the ends of his hands. With a gleeful cry, he thrusts out his arms, and sends a ball of liquid racing across the room, past Ember, towards the crystal in the first room they investigated with the capped pipes.
, for damage.
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