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I understand completely. I found the game to be very imaginative and entertaining. Thanks for letting Willow be a part of it.
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It was indeed, good (evil) Eric. I hope to game again with you in the future.
Willow samples the man's potions with her tongue, cataloging their flavor and texture, before slipping them into the bag nestled against her hip. She manages a distracted nod of thanks, before heading to the side to commune with her pale snake. When there is about ten minutes before arrival, she settles next to Roberta and briefly touches the fighter's shoulder, enchanting her with a spell un-aptly named for what they were. Heroism. She then casts the same on herself, sets a series of rib bones floating around her (defending bone), flicks a bit of glittery dust in her eyes (see invisible), and lastly a spell to keep her dry as a bone (nothing worse than a drenched dress when you are trying to kill things, waterproof).
Willow opens her mouth, but nothing comes out, too many thoughts explode in her head about the possibilities from paladin eyes. A whirlwind smash into each other until they jumble into a mumble "I wonder... if... different religions... have different FLAVORS??" she pulls out a notebook and start scribbling.
Willow is... MOVEABLE!! Good work!
True that, can you verify that you can move tokens? I do not seem to be able to. I can select them, but not move them.
Willow decides to forgo things like socialization and even worse try to take apart the ship to find things that are interesting (ignoring the midair property it holds at the moment). Instead, she decides rest would be good. Her magic was used rather heavily in the destruction of the fecal demon. She finds a cot, one that swings around like a sac full of spider babies. The elf releases the clasps of her dress, allowing it to puddle on the floor, then curls up into the hammock thing as the tightest ball possible. As the melodious relaxing tones of Golmana weave around the hull, a single vivid purple eye opens to glare balefully. Grasping her floppy hat (which she kept on) she pulls it down hard, enveloping her head in its flute, and ejecting her pale snake out the tip. Hissing with irritation, her snake glares as well with its three eyes before wrapping its coils around her mistress's head, approximately where her ears are. Apparently relaxing music clashes with the choas inside her head.
Willow immediately starts poking about, asking question after horde of questions, some of which make perfect sense, airspeeds, and the level of drift associated with the dimensional translocation. Others make none, like how the metal Feels when a shuddering starts or does the bitter flavor of an able-minded orge while burning affects the thrust parameters.
To you and everyone else as well!
Willow gets the tiniest of frowns on her lips at the revelation that the potential enemies are just humans. One of the reasons to come to the Abyss was the variety of experiences. But as the scientist said, they are only a potential, so she shrugged a narrow shoulder "So are we ready to depart?" the ship is not hers, the group are not minions, so the choice is out of her hands.
"Hmmm??" Willow asked, leaning back, since she had leaned in to sniff the other person. "I am An Elf, yes. My people are scattered and diverse, so no summarized version, unfortunately."
Willow looks at the half a balor, pausing for nearly a minute before answering "No" In that mintuenis she was considering all the potential questions one could ask, was she irritated at being the way the words were formed like an order, was she simply lost in her head calculating dreams of violence, or could she have been communicating with her unknowable patron (always a very one sided conversation)... no one knows. Assuming that is over now, the elf links her arm in with the newcomer, her cream dress crushing against the other woman's side, slightly engulfing her like carnivorous plant. "So... what Are you?" the witch asks bluntly, eyes dancing in interest.
Willow takes in the newcomer like a butcher looks at a new calf, before something in her brain reminds her that people might take offense at someone dividing you up into a culinary experience.
We're respectable business owners!
"So we are off?" Willow asks, with a slightly distracted quality in her voice. Her vivid eyes are mapping and weighing all sorts of things that are best not spoken aloud. "Hunting stealer of boats and the reducer of our staff. All in the name of science, mixology, and general vengeance."
ENJOY!!!!
Any alignment conflicts we can work out as a group, I think. Willow is CE, but won't ball at someone wanting to do something good. She won't understand it, nope, not at all, but will go along with it.
Hope you feel better sir!
I'm not familiar with any of the 3pp stuff. And add another layer of utterly and completely no help, I am nearly always on the side of playing what you find most interesting. :)
Hmm, roles. Well the one we just lost was a vigilante who could do a good amount of damage. We do have a brawler and a battle oracle on that front as well. My witch is doesn't do much damage as well as our healer, though he might be able to but just has concentrated on healing so far, not sure. So hope that helps.
Welcome, mysterious recruit person!
Willow slips next to the half succubus skald, while the others are discussing rather uninteresting details about a trip that has been regulated into her Other bin in her brain. With an attempt at casualness, Miss Nevardmipth, sniffs the lovely redhead, leaning in a little, when she feels she isn't being observed, close to the other woman's shoulder. Hmmm, her mind wonders, if licking the soft exposed flesh would be too much of a giveaway about her mind's wanderings.
Willow leaves the man with the alchemical power source alone... for now. Straightening and brushing off fictitious dirt from her cream-colored skirts, she looks around and wonders... ... who would be the tastiest here if I boiled them in acid until their very essence could fit into a whiskey tumbler.
One step at a time, good sir.
Enjoy!!
Are we resting at all before heading out? Perfectly understandable if not, since we are in a hurry. Willow can just sleep spam and hide behind Roberta and Eric if nothing else.
Okay, recap. Our Inn had a little side work of smuggling, but our dock was attacked, a couple of our employees toasted, and our ship was taken. We investigated which led us here, which is now loading us with a borrowed ship and borrowed made scientist to where our ship is. Brief, but correct?
Willow is obviously more into Fritz, but personally, I like the seargent. :)
Willow leans back down, letting her fingers dance along the teeth of the saw, "Hmmm, my arm musculature is not very developed either, though I admit that I have have no interest in handling wood." she does pause for a moment, her mind imagining things that are lost to any other than a telepath or someone rather bent in the head. She grasps a tooth and wiggles to feel the pull along the chain as she's lost in thought.
"Glabrezu demons though have proven rather difficult to properly cut up into dissectable bites. Would you..." her lovely eyes look back up at him, shining in unabashed interest. "... teach me how to make one?" her voice taking on a light pleading tone.
WooHoo!
Willow reacts by getting really close to the blue goggles man. "What is a... Chain Saw?" the elven woman leans in to smell it, her violet eyes looking up in question.
Willow gets close to Roberta and has a quick whispered conference with the burly brawler.
Willow perks up, a contract is interesting.
Willow does realize, supporting one's coworkers is important, so she says "Go Roberta, Go" pumping her fist weakly, further spoiled the fact she isn't even looking at the fight, and her voice is as deadpan as it could possibly be.
Willow doesn't care about violence for sport which is what this is, since it brings nothing experience-wise or sensations, so she is looking around the office since knick-knacks have more interest than punching.
Sorry to see you go Cenna. I hope school goes wonderfully and that hobbies are back to being a manageable thing again. Willow would love another person or two to banter with :)
"Proof can be shown, but in the end what does it matter? Any chance, even the slimmest, to find and destroy your enemy should be grasped. Hard and without hesitation." the elven witch suggests with heady passion, after nodding in thanks for Anatoli's healing skills, though she cares little for the alleviation of pain, it does make things less distracting without all the bubbling blisters on her skin. "I expect you to help with your talents in the kitchen later." she insists to the herbalist.
"Not consideration, just a conundrum, I assure you." the violet-eyed witch clarifies. She raises a brow at Anatoli, hopefully getting a nod. Then she steals herself for the pain, smoothing out her cream-colored dress that is about to suffer even more than it has from the shit demon, and goes about her plan. Hold drink, assume the perfect pose, cast her insanity-ridden magic, tip the cold beverage, then poof...
Willow had been watching Anatoli. His statement about his herbalism talent has elevated him from not caring at all into someone to consider. She has been having trouble articulating exactly what this means in the chaos of her mind. So when Eric makes the noise "Psst? I never liked that sound, like getting one's attention requires the same sound as leaking gas out of a bloated corpse..." Willow answers with distraction, but it does make her focus on the task at hand. "Miss... Balalaika Polkovnik-ness, would you mind opening your mouth, just a little?" the elf bends close, singing the tip of her pert nose, eyes calculating, holding her hand up, thinking. "Yes it is possible. Your mouth is bigger than my fist, more importantly, my fist holding a bottle of alcohol upside down. My suggestion is to start casting dimensional door and upending the beverage at the exact moment of completion. The liquid should still count as 'on my person', so will come with me when I appear in front of you exactly in the pose where my hand, and bottle will be in your mouth. You will need to tilt your head like... that, yes." "The flames will kiss the vodka but will not have enough time to harm its temperature in a negative way before you swallow, and do not bite. The flames unfortunately will not be as kind to me or my clothing, so Anatoli, I will need your... attention... if you don't mind, after the endeavor is complete." She looks at the Colonel and her companions for approval. Since she cannot do this alone or without it.
Willow considered the parts of the conversation she could understand. First and foremost she believes her request has been rejected, which causes her lips to pull down in a frown. The second part though makes her brow furrow "While sexual encounters are both useful and appreciated for the experience of sensation and for the release, this notion of 'girlfriend' is quite beyond me." she crosses her arms around her stomach, the closest thing she comes to a pout. "We have been keeping your Polkovnik waiting, a bit too long I should think." she says petulently. "Maybe your scientist can wait until after our meeting?"
Willow raised an eyebrow at the 'nonesense' comment, seeing nothing wrong with the behavior in the least. But she keeps her words from expressing that, though Eric probably knows her well enough to know that the eyebrow means she disagrees. "A whole world full of humans? Now that is nonsense... and boring. Murdering them is on the agenda, but a conversation needs to happen first, though if it pleases your Polkovnik that conversation can involve a signification amount of screaming between questions." the elven witch comments and then inquires of the redhead "Would it be possible to get a cutting from your wing? They have the texture of silk, smell heavenly of licorice, and I feel might have a slight... salty taste. I am very eager to see what flavor profile they might produce when ground up and sprinkled in a coffee." she knows enough demonology to know succubi can regenerate rather quickly, which would do wonders as a food source in a pinch.
Willow might be a little off her rocker, but she is not stupid. So after being hit by an out-of-control sewer and after the prospect of being swallowed by it becomes apparent (which Might be interesting from a gastroenterologist point of view but still), she withdraws behind the people with armor and muscles.
"Your strength seems lacking." Willow knowing normally being punched and grabbed by a demon without the proper spells protecting her would result in becoming paste, so the insult was truly more of an observation.
"You should stop paying with your food." Willow suggests to Eric, knowing he enjoys the pain and terror more than the actual success of the kill. To help she moves calmly forward, next to Roberta, her dress brushing against the fighter, weaves her foul magic into her fingers, then presses them against the Omox to transfer a curse so vile into the creature's heart.
https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/b/bestow-curse/
Whose turn is it?
"Sparing a fanatic that is quite likely to die anyway rather quickly is not a thing to be ashamed of if it is for a delectable sugary cream to dip your tongue in." Willow provides therapy to the shit demon "But the rest is a reason to die for, Painfully" in truth she doesn't really know what Eric or the Omox is talking about but she Assumes, which is always correct for a person of such a big brain (and ego). Her mind starts to push into the Omox, trying to make it more pig like.
https://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/base-classes/witch/hexes/hexes/common-hexe s/swine-su/
"Why?" Willow asks in genuine confusion "Besides eating you, this dripping sack of a demon," said clinically not as an insult ", has barely been a nuisance. The smell notwithstanding of course." she shifts her skirts back a bit "And the mess"
"You should hit it harder." Willow offers her sage advise to Roberta, as she bolsters her combat ability. Her nose snunches a bit as the stench attacks it, rather rudely "Meaning actually hit it, but with an effort to not get your hand stuck in the muck. However that is possible, since the practical physics of the matter seem to be against you."
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