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Due to some changes in schedule and habits, I'm going to have to withdraw from this game. I'm just not on this site as often as I used to be. On the bright side, I'm spending more time on my second book. I was just getting into the party dynamic, but there's no way I can maintain a Pathfinder character with how rarely I'm on a desktop computer with open internet access. I'm also sorry this has come so suddenly, and after a long gap in contact.
Wocket walks right past Silarsha unloading equipment and approaches the cardinal's seat of power. She bows, nose touching the carpet, then waits for the others to join her before presenting the silver pendant. "The requested token, Master."
While the others rearrange their equipment and search through more rooms, Wocket remembers to check the necklace for authenticity, taking her time to be sure this time that this one is made of silver and sapphire.
Wocket is happy enough carrying the pendant. She considers how best to insult the iconography without damaging their prize, and decides to wrap it in some cloth to shield it from the light.
"Did Bellow or whatever manage to break the necklace?" Wocket turns to the paladin's corpse.
"The third loyalty is to our companions," Wocket states coldly. She stows away the empty bottle for later use.
Wocket pulls the potion from her pack and moves to administer it to the oracle.
Wishing she had had time to finish her training with the happy twin, Wocket moves down the narrow corridor, looking for a way around to a clear view of the dreugr. Frustrated, Wocket points at the subborn, wet sack of stupid. "Daergle Dart!"
Wocket takes what looks like her last clean shot. "Get it away from Ha- Gw- whatever hi- her name is!"
Oh dang, I've got it, and I remember thinking I should use it. The drugar is just right there, tho. I can move forward for next round....
As Charmaine dips past her, Wocket is presented a clear shot at the soggy sailor. With plenty of energy still pricking at her skin, and their goal in sight, the gnome is prepared to give it everything she has...
Wocket laughs wickedly. "You bow to a thief, and pray to a lunatic. Your death will pitiful, and your life soon forgotten."
With the others crowding around the paladin, Wocket can't get a clear shot. "Wet zombies and tin cans, this should be my chance to shine!" As things escalate, static starts shedding off her shoulders in anticipation. When hesitation meets impatience, Wocket invokes her most precise form of lightning, and points at Balin: "Daergle Dart!"
Excited, Wocket catches Timeon's eye and mouths "drowned men", and points at the coffins, a tiny sparks crawling along her finger.
Uncertain, Wocket offers: "I can check for more darkness stones..."
Been sick, and haven't seen an opening to do much.
Wocket cackles wickedly, "Called it! Didn't see the ball coming, but we sure spotted that trap! This pendant is a dummy, but I'll hold onto it in case we need to swap it for the real one. Shame about the eyes."
Once Wocket is sure the room is cleared, she will attempt to grab the pendant with mage hand. If she is able to bring it back to herself, she will examine it.
Wocket will carefully walk around the edge of the room to reach the door where Timeon is standing, then wait for the others to clear the room.
Wocket stays outside the room. "What if I could pick up the pendant without touching it?" The gnome looks at the door and the door frame. "I really want to, but I don't want the room to fill with water, or poison gas, or for the ceiling to squish you all. I have a feeling Master would be cross." There is a pause. "Would serve Him right though for building such a stupid test."
Wocket returns to her job as the magic dowsing gnome. "Whither; Whence; Where. I'll check for wards if anyone cares to look for pitfalls and the like. Odds are that hall is death in waiting if the necklace isn't tin and glass. Anyone with some learning in religiocity could also clue us in on any significance to the dragon, though that can probably wait till we're over there and get a better look."
Wocket looks up from Timeon's cooling corpse. "Someone should use their circlet to imitate this fool in case we encounter the paladin. I'm far too short."
Wocket steps over to Timeon, her gestures at first suggest she's checking for signs of life, but as she grows certain the man won't rouse, she'll check his clothes for valuables.
"I think it just needs a new name. 'Murder Massive Mooks with Minimal Movement?' These are small and..." Wocket stops to take aim, hoping for another devastating ray to the face. "fast."
In an alternate reality, Wocket tries to get a good shot on the nearest snake, and aims for the thing's head.
Worried she can't get a solid shot, Wocket moves up behind Silarsha rubbing her hands together, and gives her a taste of the ol' "Repel; Reflect; Ricochet."
"It's go big or go home with these. Don't get anywhere near them if you can't make it count." Wocket puts her whole body into casting out her ray of electricity.
Do we wait for our turn to roll knowledge checks?
Wocket stays near the middle of the group, quietly maintaining line of sight with the squire's stabbable back. If the foe turned out to be the abandoned paladin himself, she would be sure they would be the ones doing the betraying. Hopefully the tagalong sullen sibling was a convincing role.
Wocket figures we got the information we need from the squire, and is currently using him as a meat shield. He can take the next round of attribute damage. She suspects the next room is the mechacobras.
Wocket gives 'Tressa' a meaningful look, but without context it looses much of its meaning. While they ready themselves for the door and the potential for the next room, Wocket considers metal snakes, shriekers, and drowned men.
"Never give'em an inch." Wocket claps a hand around Charmaine's shoulder and guides her back toward the group. "Weakness is a state of mind." The gnome gives her sister's shoulder a firm squeeze and a reassuring rub before letting go and approaching the prisoner. Taking a chance, Wocket speaks up, "We overheard some things too. Maybe we can piece it all together. Something about jewelry? Have you seen anything silver laying around?" Never give them the whole picture. Let them fill in what you know.
Wocket eyes Silarsha, having only seen the last seconds of what she had done. "No complaints here. We're through two, maybe even three rooms out of nine. I've spent nothing I'll miss. We just can't be taking any naps."
"Repel; Reflect; Ricochet." Wocket rubs her hands together and static forms around her. Then she swings her pack around and fishes out a flask.
I don't relish the thought of being the first in personal memory to miss with magic missile...
Total concealment?
I was just trying to get it out of the room. Even if the enemy follows, it lets us reassess our approach without an enemy attacking from the darkness. If the enemy doesn't follow, we've got it exposed. If I just wanted to damage it, I could try to hit it with an attack spell, but I wasn't sure how much damage it could take, or if it would resist certain energies. Personal experience suggests destroying items is a huge pain in Pathfinder. Removing it from the area seemed like a creative solution.
The noises didn't sound good, and Talia is already shouting about a monster in the dark. The stone is right there someone just needs to smash it! Or... at least get it out of the room. Wocket closes her eyes and focuses on the location of the stone, leaving her hand extended as she lets go of the Detect Magic spell. Then, having only discovered the technique the day before, the gnome begins to manifest another spell. "Telestatic grip!" Pulling her hand back as if pulling a heavy iron chain, Wocket pulls the stone toward her and toward the door.
So less throw, and more rapidly convey across the room? I'm just not sure if 15 feet is far enough, but 30, if I can move action twice should be enough.
Is Wocket confident enough in the location of the stone with Detect Magic to grab it with Mage Hand and throw it through the door? You can wait to tell me it's bolted down after the attempt, I'm just wondering about the mechanics of accuracy.
Wocket points into the darkness for her deaf ally. "Right smack in the middle. It's smallish, and about head height. I do think it's the thing making it dark in here. If it's a stone, one of us should get to shattering it, but be careful. There is a foe to burn..."
Carefully, using a small metal scoop, Wocket collects some of the mold powder in an empty bottle of hers. When they reach the darkened room, Wocket can't see through the darkness, but can sense something pulsing in the middle of the room. "I'd watch out groping in the dark. There's something magic in there... the raw, destructive kind. It... I think it could be making the darkness? I've never really thought about doing something like that."
Wocket notices Silarsha's positivity and stoicism while waiting for the others to decide she's right and light the door on fire. How is she so confident? She can offer no real utility to our team unless the pendant is in the belly of a giant frog. I'm lucky I can check for magic, and at least look like I'm contributing... She crosses the room to watch Talia sniff around the lantern. "S'got oil in it? We could just douse the door and light it. I haven't figured out fire, but I've got plenty of sparks." Wocket performs a smile, and doesn't realize how condescending she sounds.
Wocket cautiously proceeds into the room, continuing to scan. "Yeah, the path less traveled. My gut says we burn the mold, but..." She squints at the strange stuff on the door. "Most molds I've seen are already powdered... I don't know what this stuff is."
Wocket examines the stone floor of the hallway. "Might be about not walking the same path through the hall. Like the floor is littered with two-touch pressure plates? Whither; Whence; Where." Wocket diligently continues to scan new areas as they are revealed This time she doesn't abandon the spell, and will just continue scanning.
Wocket peers around Genevieve's shin. "Mmm.. Liquid Ice. Forty gold at standard rates. Nice glasswork..."
"Nope. No kind of magic around here. -and it's not an antimagic field. I can feel the alteration stuff on our circlets. Carry on."
Wocket frowns at the brick wall. "If the door's a fake, maybe the trap is also fake, and the way forward is down? Or the door is double-fake, like the fakeness of the fake door is fake." Something seems to occur to the gnome, and she jogs back to the stairs where they entered and peers up, holding out her hand again. "Whither; Whence; Where."
Wocket could offer to open the door with her new spell, but watching Talia try not to fall in the pit is more entertaining. She'll wait to see if the tiefling can manage on her own.
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