19 CP is definitely high tier. Since this is repeatable, I do have a 3rd level cleric.
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This is my first choice to sign up with, and I need to level her to Level 2. I do have a Level 1 Monk if we're low tier and short on martials.
"That's a tough leech there," Zarisha says with a frown. She waves her wand around and summons another bolt of lightning down upon the invertebrate. She gestures briefly with her wand as she throws a blade at it as well.
Zarisha hustles down the path as the first of the leeches falls. She gestures with her wand and calls down a tiny bolt of lightning upon the leech trying to eat Jig.
Zarisha walks along the path. When the leeches reveal themselves, she draws her wand. "Apologies. My boot came unbuckled," she says as she flings a blade at the closest leech.
"Shoo!" Zarisha says--whether to the sprite or the panther--and throws one of her shuriken at the panther.
"Even I knew that," Zarisha asserts.
Zarisha swats at the hungry mosquitos.
"I'm pretty sure dumping your left over coffee on it and flipping it over with a shovel would be faster than all this debate about whether not to do it," Zarisha comments as she finishes packing her supplies.
"I can take dusk or dawn, since I can't see further than our fire in the dark," Zarisha adds. "Unless you feel I need my beauty sleep. Should I be taking offense?"
"The tales of... bards, indeed! That's what it was. A prominent storyteller speaks very highly of you," Zarisha says, trying to keep a sincere expression.
"I am certain this is some cruel trick," Zarisha notes.
Zarisha waves her wand and channels her will into it, launching a thin arc of electricity at the barber. "You should have thought of that before trying to mug us," she says before flinging a triangular blade at them.
Zarisha draws her wand as the fight breaks out and then advances toward the melee.
"You're robbing people desperate for work?" Zarisha says, so flabbergasted that she can barely act.
"Subtly is not in your nature," Zarisha comments with an amused smirk.
"If this Malcom Stanian is here swindling commoners, I doubt his family has the power to ruin anyone anymore," Zarisha says to Grammy. "Or he's just lying about his name."
Zarisha raises an eyebrow as she makes eye contact with Jig and shrugs subtly. "It sounds a bit like we might be the ones tricked into robbing a Taldan noble. Any chance we can meet your poor beset parents?"
Zarisha laughs at the most bizarre of their group's joke. "I'm not a fish, though." She accepts Grammy's watered wine with a smile. "But I'm starting to run low on coin. We should find another job soon."
"I'm not going to jinx myself by prognosticating whether the next job we take will result in my getting soaked this time," Zarisha comments, though her amused smile belies her true feelings.
Zarisha takes a step over on the rocky outcropping where she stands. Then she levels her wand at the remaining tentacled chimera and fires a thin arc of lightning.
Zarisha levels her wooden wand and unleashes a wan bolt of lightning at the nearest goblin chimera. She then draws a rune in the air while tossing a throwing blade at them.
"Oh for cryin--!" Zarisha sputters as she clambers back to her feet. She draws her wand and flings a blade at the closest one in desperation.
"This is certainly not the sort of salvage I expect to lead to glory," Zarisha says in consternation.
Zarisha moves into the wreckage to begin hauling out loot.
Then she begins to sort through what the group has found.
"And I'm still getting wet on this job!" Zarisha complains.
"Fishing, been spelunking and fighting spiders, harvesting mushrooms and fending off the natural fauna, finding lost, ah, kittens," Zarisha says. "Nothing really adventurous."
"Oh, yes! Adventure, glory, and exciting opportunities!" Zarisha reads with a smile. "Much better than mud or rainy mountain trails." She glances over at Jig and Grammy's conversation. "I must agree with Jig. The stones are cut, yes, and the wood shaved, yes, but there's natural life all around us. Pigeons, rats, bugs--!" She swats a mosquito feeding on her neck as if to punctuate her point.
"I'm glad you're doing that," Zarisha says to near-Hon before he shatters.
Zarisha hunches down to inspect the mushrooms and harvest a sample.
Zarisha moves forward as something slithers out of the mushrooms to bite Savan. She gestures with her wand and summons a bolt of lightning.
Zarisha moves forward, around the mushrooms. Should there be any badger left, she gestures with her wand and summons an arc of lightning to strike the animal.
Painfully for melee druids, Wild Empathy is Diplomacy. Like they have enough boosts for Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Wisdom, AND Charisma? ;)
"One way is as good as the next if we need to collect a thorough sampling of the diversity," Zarisha says.
"Many plants and fungi have magical powers," Zarisha says cheerfully. She removes her wand from her belt. "I'd be more worried about the worms and insects that feed on them."
"Oh! Well, that sounds more interesting than what I imagined," Zarisha says.
"All of my recent jobs seem to take me somewhere damp and dirty," Zarisha notes, reading the notice board. She eyes Savan up and down, mentally taking note of the color of his coat and counting his toes.
If you would allow Esoteric Lore (which regards "haunts, curses, and creatures of any type") Doesn't this clause-- . . . a special lore skill that can be used to Recall Knowledge regarding haunts, curses, and creatures of any type. . . --mean you can't use it for other skill uses like Disable or Earn Income but solely Recall Knowledge and, by specific inclusion in the action, Exploit Vulnerability?
"It's not a particularly warm cave at either end, but, yes," Zarisha says with a rueful chuckle.
Zarisha points her wooden wand at the remaining spider, gestures with it, and summons a bolt of electricity. She then moves closer.
"That one looks like the loremaster killed it, so there's at least one more. The one that wrapped him up," Zarisha says. "But let's get back to the cave.'
"Where do you suppose the spider went to?" Zarisha asks, drawing her wand.
Cloak sodding wet, Zarish enters the cave. She looks pale and not particularly pleased with the weather. "I clearly read the birds wrong when I set out on this job or I would have packed better," she says with a cheeriness that belies her miserable appearance. "I must learn that trick that wizards use to dry themselves off."
Swapping back to Thaumaturge. Let's see how many Thaumaturges it takes to break the game. ;) EDIT: And I know that I've got one glyph to give away. So close to 2...
Zarisha hikes to the top of the hill, around the puddles of gore, and over to the dinosaurs. She tries to calm down the tiny, little predator.
"Wait for me--us!" Zarisha calls after the tengu as she follows.
"Wait for me--us!" Zarisha calls after the tengu as she follows.
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