I'm up for Tsar. The 1st edition feel of danger I don't have a problem with, unlike with Jim's suggestion for a system that punishes you if you get bad dice rolls. Won't be asking for summoner since he has found a game now.
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Round 3 action Willow casts another produce flame ready and then hurls another flame at one of the Wights and misses entirely. attack:
Willow hurls a flame at one of the creatures in the hopes of setting it alight. vs touch damage:
Willow nods "No argument here." she sneers towards the ceiling. "Better we move or we might be crushed or worse, rise as one of those abominations."
Willow, having difficulty to do anything ele in this situation once again attempts to burn one of the salt-crystal covered abominations off of Tun'ada. attack: damage:
Chi keeps a look out over the water, her bow ready to protect Tun'ada. She whispers to Willow, "Tun'ada is brave, if a little foolhardy. But then we would all used our skills to help our friends, remember that Willow." Willow nods, understanding this. Before she is able to reply, however, the undead appear and she hurls a bolt of flame from her hands at one of the undead, hoping it isn't too near Tun'ada to risk harming him. ranged touch: damage:
Free and ready now.
will be busy the next couple of days. Have my better half over and will be watching movies, nostalgia critic and other stuff till sometime after new years.
I'm sure we'll all be busy this week. Merry christmas to all :)
Willow casts produce flame to keep herself armed in case something appears.
spell selection: Druid (Jungle Druid) Spells Prepared (CL 5): 3 (2/day) Call Lightning (DC 18), Call Lightning (DC 18), Cure Moderate Wounds 2 (3/day) Stone Call, Flame Blade, Tree Shape, Fog Cloud 1 (5/day) Magic Fang, Produce Flame (x3), Obscuring Mist, Ant Haul (DC 16) 0 (at will) Stabilize, Read Magic, Purify Food and Drink (DC 15), Detect Magic
Willow wrinkles her nose in dislike at the mention of possible undead.
Willow nods at the request and nods to him. "Sure."
Willow smiles at the overgrown buildings.
Willow smiles and nods as she looks in Ambroze's direction.
Willow listens to the woman and nods. Polyglot: "I can't speak for all of us, but I used to live with a group of druids deep in this very forest. I am sorry for what happened to your parents, but I am certain we are able to handle ourselves." "Are you protecting this area from the colonists? You could join us in these tunnels as we might be able to clense them of evil."
Willow looks at this strange woman in somewhat awe, but she makes sue to have her hands up and ready for casting, if things turn violent. She narrows her eyes, hoping to catch sight of where this Jaji is. Perception:
"A mine where people dissappear..." Willow states apprehensively, but then smiles to the group. "From what I have seen of everyone, we will get through this mine no matter what might be lurking in there." Willow smiles as she clearly agrees to take the mine.
Willow takes her time to enjoy the scenery in this jungle, loving the feel of soil under her feeth and mud between her toes. to the casual onlooker, the forest might not look that amazing, but to her she noticed many trees that were probably here long before the settlers even arrived and others that might have had their roots in the ground back in ancient times where Elves and humans were enemies in their great empires.
Willow is intrigued by what the old man says. She remains quiet though, letting him continue the chant and watching with awe how he could concentrait with the battle that was going on.
Willow keeps on her stomping, trying to crush the snake's head under her hooves, however she isn't very strong and is not used to getting so close to vicious creatures. Hoof 1: Hoof 2: damage:
Willow, confused by what has happened moves up close to Marcus the Rhino and attempts to stamp on the snake with her hooves, whinnying as she does so. Hoof 1: damage: Hoof 2: damage:
Willow, now a horse is stunned by this transformation. She has learnt of other druids transforming, but this is the first time it's ever happened to her, especially as she went down this path of becoming a druid of storms. "This is so different, but pleasent." she conveys in this new form, not having an ability to smile, but communicating it best as she can as she tries to lay down as she remains in this new form.
Willow lets the root take it's full effect, looking at the rest of the group and wondering what effect this will have on her.
Knowledge (nature): Willow, using her knowledge of the root looks to the group and simply gives a nod as her way to say that it is safe to take.
Willow waits away from the group, knowing that the Tempest didn't want her nearby and she didn't wish to cause any trouble for the group. However with the tempest asking for her to join she complies quietly, not needing to be told twice to sit down. Having her face painting wasn't something strange to Willow. She had seen many tribes painting their faces beofore battle with mundane pain and some magical. All of it giving them a blessing. She was however, curious what the paint was for, but decided against opening her mouth.
Willow looks to the creature and then Ambroze and back mulling over the scenery. This creature was one of many beautiful gifts of nature and she thought she would never see such beauty. She remains silent as she looks up at the bird.
Willow nods as she brings out her wand. "thank you for the healing Abroze. I also have my wand here to help if anyone else is still wounded." she states as she points the wand to herself and her wounds begin to knit themselves back together and the blood to retract out of her clothing and back into her body as if it had never been spilt in the first place. She looks better, though still a little wounded, however most of the wounds appear to be superficial.CLW:
Willow will also step over to the creature and say a prayer to the thing, placing her hand on it's forehead and closing it's eyelids with her fingers, moving the hand down as she closes her eyes and mutters this deep prayer. Afterwards she looks to the group.
The Centipede takes a bite at the drake, however it completely misses.
Summon nature's Ally finishes as a Giant Centipede appears at J1 and attacks. Attack: damage: plus DC 15 Fort save or lose Dex Willow, having no spells, moves to F0 and uses another buffet of storms to slam into the sea drake. ranged touch: non-leathal damage:
Reflex: Willow begins summoning once again, spending her time in an attempt to summon a creature of nature.
Willow takes the advice and moves to the east and leaning against the rock, waiting for the creature to emerge.
Willow hearing this looks up to the mist.
Auran:
"End the whirlwind, it will disperse the mist." The Whirlwind disperses and the mist does not appear to shift from it's current location. Edit: Willow will take a step out of the obscuring mist and search around the ouside for Tun'ada.
At the end of Willow's casting a elemental made of wind appears directly beneith the drake but 10ft below (10ft up from J6) and as it comes into being it turns into a whirlwind, attempting to disrupt the creature's flying and catch it in the winds.
Reflex save at DC 14 or take damage as if slammed by the elemental. Then make another Reflex save at DC 14 or be sucked into the whirlwind. Willow then moves closer to the thing (J5) in an attempt to knock it out of the sky with one of her storm bursts. Ranged Touch: non-leathal damage:
Willow having limited spell powers channels one of her prepared spells into a summon, calling a creature of nature to fight this creature.
She gives a shrug but nods to the request. "I remember my elder getting angry when I mentioned that, but I never understood why." she puts up her hands not understanding where he anger came from. "Maybe he's a vegeterian or something?"
"Oh, no wonder I've not heard of such a beast, I've never taken to learning about the magical beasts." she seems to be in a thought for a moment and then looks back to the old man Polyglot:
"I apologise for the statement, I still have much to learn concerning other people and intelligent beings. We will bring back the feather, Tempest" With that she awaits for the group to leave, feeling uncomfortable by being stared at by this old man.
Willow grips her fists at his mention of them being bumbling buffoons, but holds her tongue until he speaks about getting a feather from a Stormbird. "Would it not be simpler merely to kill it instead of steal a feather? I've found that some birds taste very good when cooked in a pot or on a spit." she states, not knowing a thing about this creature that he mentioned.
Willow, knowing the dislike this man has for her keeps her mouth shut and allowing someone else to get the first word out since she knows she might cost the group an ally.
"Now we can get the pearl to that old coot. I hope his next test will not take too long." she statesclearly wanting to get starting this this adventure,though she seems much happier that her bare feet are touching soil again once on shore.
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