"Well now, I am thinking that you are right when you say you made a poor choice for your servant. It is, do you see, easier to intervene with opposable thumbs, which perhaps you may not have thought of at the time. And perhaps that is understandable because you have a different perspective perhaps?"
Ynyr's polite lecture trails off as he realises that explaining things to a god may not be the most sensible thing he has ever done. He takes the goblet gratefully.
"So I should be choosing very carefully now so that I do not make any foolish mistakes with this mighty gift."
Potion Bandolier (level 8)
This wide brown leather baldric keeps potions in easy reach.
Power (At-Will):
Price: 3,400 gp
Item Slot: Waist
Property: This belt can hold up to six potions. You can retrieve a potion from the belt as a free action.
"I am not liking these things at all. Pesky nuisances, do you know."
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 - Magic weapon v green dot
On hit each ally adjacent to you gains a +1 power bonus to attack rolls and a +3 power bonus to damage until the end of Ynyr's next turn.
Ah.
Crit.
Green Dot takes 9 damage plus 1d6 ⇒ 5
14 damage.
Ynyr shuffles to Macmorr's right and throws a half-hearted dagger at the menacing stirge.
"Of you go now and don't be bothering us, do you see. Work we are doing, so do not interfere."
Magic Weapon (AC). On hit, adjacent allies (Macmoor and Healaugh) gain +1 to attack rolls and +3 to damage rolls v Green Dot to end Ynyr's next turn
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 - in case it hits
Ynyr shifts adjacent to Ghadmyr and hurls his trusty dagger at the stirge attached to Ddraig.
Magic Weapon (AC). On hit, adjacent allies (Macmoor, Ghadmyr and Ddraig) gain +1 to attack rolls and +3 to damage rolls v Purple Dot to end Ynyr's next turn
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Ynyr looks suspiciously at the ground, trying to work out where Ghadmyr went wrong before making his own descent and offering a hand to Yara on the way.
"Well if we are trying to take this through the forest I think that would be extremely foolish, do you know. So I am suggesting that we ask if there is any food we can bring from this place and collect Healaugh's lady friend and make our way back to the Ri Conn, because do you know, I have not cast that gentle repose ritual before and it would be a most unpleasant thing to have to be carrying a decomposing boar's head, I am thinking."
"Well now, I am of the opinion that the room with the mysterious alarm was the strongroom and the monster your master was creating is now provining the reptilians with lunch and we have discovered the lab as well so, I would say that our work here is almost complete."
Ynyr puffs as he helps haul the boar's body away from the crocodiles.
"Well now, perhaps we can be taking the head, can we not? As that would be very proof-ful I am thinking. And I can explore the laboratory and see if I can concoct something to make sure it keeps, maybe. Because it might not be very pleasant to be traveling with such a thing."
Something like Gentle Repose would be ideal. Can Ynyr do that?
"Well possibly and maybe not and who is to say when things are so mysteriously arrayed and I am asking - no - I am begging you, Healaugh, not to be finding another deity to worship as we are in enough trouble often because of your Brigid as things stand."
Ynyr shakes his head and rolls something small across the ground towards the bulette. A short-lived but dazzling explosion follows.
Lightning Sphere (Fort). Burst 1 within 10 (enemies only). On hit, target grants CA to all to end Ynyr's next turn
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 - which may hit, so
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 lightning damage
Paddling across the waterlogged floor, Ynyr squints through the door at the bulette and throws his dagger at it.
Move to S26.
Aggravating Force (AC). On hit, next ally to attack before end Ynyr's next turn gets a +2 bonus to attack rolls
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Ynyr faffs a little, sketching arcane symbols in the air and then waving his blade at the Boar before scrubbing out the symbol and redrawing it slightly differently for Ghadmyr's benefit.
Resistive formula on boar (minor). +1 AC and it can end the effect to regain a surge worth of hp +3
Curative Admixture (minor) on Ghadmyr. Target regains a surge of hp +2.
Aggravating Force (AC). On hit, next ally to attack target gains a +2 to attack roll.
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18 - meh. But just in case.
1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 - force damage
Move to S20
Spike Wire (Fort). On hit, until the end of your next turn, any attack deals +2 extra damage.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Woah. Crit. Bulette takes 12 force damage and that is all because he doesn't have a magic implement of any kind.
Thoroughly put out, Ynyr backs away from the rampaging bulette-thing and traps it in a small sphere of wire that expands to dig deeply into its flesh.
Move to P22
Aggravating Force (AC). On hit, the next ally to attack the target before the end of your next turn gains a +2 power bonus to the attack roll
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Ynyr ducks behind the boar's great bulk and misses completely as his trusty dagger fails to break through the mutant hide.
Is it reptilian? On the offchance Ynyr scores a crit at any time, it may matter.
"Very curious indeed, and most disturbing to think that this poor beast is not, perhaps a poor beast at all. I do not think that this Shinvar was at all orthodox in his methods, do you know."
Ynyr's eyes take on the slightly glazed look that always afflicts him when Healaugh starts to unveil his personal relationship with the goddess of fortune.
"Maybe later when we are not in search for a giant boar would be a more suitable time for the telling of tales?", he suggests without much hope of being listened to.
"A little bit of caution might be a plan now, might it not, Healaugh?"
Ynyr pants after his old friend.
"Or maybe it might not, if I am thinking right, because probably you are right and this has gone on long enough, which I am now about to believe, is that not so?"
"We had better be looking at other things than this door and the jar, I am thinking as it does not seem to me that the noise will be stopping at all, do you know?"
Ynyr quickly scans the rest of the room for clues, exits and anything else that will stop Healaugh opening and closing the door.
"Eee. Nasty piece of work. Read tale like this when I were youngster. Madman mixed up beasts for fun. Turned on him int end, which were right and proper, think on."
"Well now, and this is very possible, is it not? Could it be that this boar we are seeking has was once something else and is now seeking to break free of an enchantment having turned on this Shinvar?"
