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Guys, I'm sorry but I just can't seem to find the motivation to continue here. I get frustrated just making rolls and one-liners instead of doing larger pieces of creative writing. At some point I lost momentum with Ziyad and can't seem to find it again. Some days I'll spend an hour just staring at the screen or writing something only to not post it. I haven't really made a post I was happy with since last June. Has absolutely nothing to do with DM, game or players; its me not you. Again really sorry for leaving! ![]()
Ziyad had an idea with the torchstalks. If they explode sometimes, it was best to light them from a distance. He stuck one in the mud and from a distance of about 50 ft threw one of his firey discs at the tip... Fire Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 Or as many as it takes to light one. On the boat, I propose a Polynesian Multihull like this but much smaller of course. We would need to cut the log in half, then use another piece for the cross bracing. Ziyad could conjure a 2-man crosscut saw. I could sacrifice my dope poncho and reuse the spider silks like rope lashing...or did we get actual rope from somewhere? ![]()
When the cork sloshed around and really didn't do much, the gith furrowed his brow. Taking Alex up on her suggestion, he started looking for any vegetation nearby that might be repurposed into a watercraft of some sort... Investigation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
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Ziyad has the Minor Conjuration ability as a level 2 Conjuration wizard. Minor Conjuration wrote:
I mistakenly said 5 ft cube without checking reference, but its a 3 ft cube actually. Not like a boat, but yes a floatation device. ![]()
Despite the strange crystalline growths that erupted from the gith's veins, he was happy to find his old spellbook. When the trouble of the lake presented itself, Ziyad filled the magic gourd with some of the lakewater, turning it into a Potion of Flying. The gith next held his orb outwards, and it rapidly expanded into a porous flexible material... Conjuring dimly lit 5 ft cube of cork with handholds. Idea is people can grab the floating cork and I will push them while flying. ![]()
Quote: Is there a reason why you can't dash while using blindvision? You evaded the obstacle, so I think you went the full 60 feet Each round familiar-vision steals the wizard's action. If I want it during a round, that's where my action goes. Its better for out of combat/round tracking...meaning I can't really make use of it in combat. But since I was at the front, I figured I had better dive in. ![]()
Its Complicated: 1d20 ⇒ 2
"Gah...Stool!" losing his cool as the myconid flops on his face for the 3rd time in 20 seconds. Grabbing a bit of decaying muck from the pool "...here just eat that and leave me alone!" shoving it up in his material processing gills. Wow, same complication 3 times in a row! Stool is slippery, that much has been made clear. Continuing to use familiar blindsight to sense as they go, 30 ft. ![]()
Complication: 1d20 ⇒ 2 Poor visibility
Ziyad felt his sight slip away, grasping at his bat companion for guidance... Using action to meld senses with the bat familiar, giving me blindsight. Then continuing to run forward 30 ft...or 15 ft if it doesnt counter the blindness for some reason. ![]()
The arcane crystals clinging to the gith's blood veins pulsed with a scintillating pattern, as the swamp waters bubbled and boiled quickly creating an obscuring mist... Fog Cloud, with us on the edge and the bulk of it to our rear. That way people can move out>attack>move back on their turn and stay blocked if we need to. ![]()
Ziyad again fills the gourd, passing the resultant Potion of Detect Thoughts to Kalanzar. "You will find my mind soon after you drink. It will contain the chaos of Limbo, but do not be alarmed. Pressing deeper, you will feel something resist you, my Ego. But I will allow the Id to destroy the Ego, so you can pass deeper within my psyche unguarded." the strange wizard explains. ![]()
Ziyad was happy his companions, save Jimjar, had trusted him at his word and the threat was eliminated. The gith felt he owed Jimjar a deeper explanation however "Jimjar, I've been studying the spores of Stool intimately during our travels. I created a more potent mixture that was able to link our minds together even more deeply, in effect I could see Buppido's thoughts. In this psionic space, I could see the evidence of his guilt clearly. If you don't believe me, I could prepare another of these thought detecting potions and allow you to observe for yourself the effect on me." the wizard diplomatically offered. ![]()
Ziyad finally let his fog spell drop, it was too confusing to be out in the mists amongst all the back-and-forth. Seeing both Jimjar and Buppido acting strangely, the gith reached for the gourd of magical potion creation. Filling it slowly with fresh water, he recalled a psionic tincture commonly in stock from the apothecaries of his home in Limbo: a Potion of Mind Reading. Drinking and focusing on Buppido and Jimjar for surface thoughts. Then, I probe deeper on the more suspicious one with spell save Wis 13. Acts as detect thoughts spell. ![]()
It wasn't on the stat sheet I was given, and I think DM is using a different value than the standard myconid sprout for our convenience. In the roiling colors of his cloud cover, the wizard let his senses slip into the spirit of his familiar...probing the space around. Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 with Blindsight
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Unsure of the foes around him, the student of manifestation summoned forth a opaque fog of chaos...scintillating with the infinite colors of Limbo. Keeping his familiar at hand, the wizard attempted to remain as still and silent as possible... Casting Fog Cloud positioned to capture me, but leaving the others free if possible...or at least close enough to the edge for them to choose. Don't want to force anyone to be in the cloud, basically. ![]()
Ziyad kept pace quickly and quietly. At times the student of manifestation was in his own mind turning thoughts of loss and the creeping voices of elves. Yet other times he experienced it all through the greater shared expanse of his familiar...the bond had formed a greater consciousness and was new territory for an adventurous intellect. Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 ![]()
Dex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Ziyad did some weird githzerai martial arts timed perfectly as the bundle of badger flesh stormed past. Sneezing in the spore cloud miserably, the wizard looked rather ridiculous...but to the scorpion Ziyad was the Deathbringer, Annihilator of Worlds and the lightning blast within an apocalyptic storm cloud... Fire Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 fart
...just as he had formed another disc, the makeshift strap on his new poncho snapped, revealing a rare yellow moon rising in the Underdark. The embarrassment sent the fiery disc spinning off randomly. ![]()
DM:
Well, I suppose if its not eating into my action economy I'd like to know if it is truly a threat we have no chance against and should run like the surfer twins. Ziyad pulsed another necromantic wave down into the dark. Fear was natural to all living things, big and small...so he reminded Stool in a comforting mental voice. ...before conjuring a rapidly spinning disc of flame, tossing it down at the thing... Fire Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
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