Synatria is deep in thought, her eyes closed. It is hard to tell whether she has heard any of what the others are saying.
OK, this is what Garroth would like to have:
bracers of armor +1 (1000gp)
kukri +1 (2308gp)
potion of lesser restoration (300gp)
potion of cure moderate wounds (300gp)
potion of cure light wounds (50gp)
total: 3958gp
yep; just waitin' on the rest
Okay, so she'd want a Handy Haversack, which would allow her to actually carry things like say a bedroll and some extra rope. :) She'd also like some +1 leather armor, a couple cure potions, and some more of those handy blast disks. And a sap. That's about it.
Also, I would like a Shocking Heavy Crossbow, a scroll of Call Lightning, and a scroll of Wall of Thorns, for 3,850 gp. Is that alright?
Synatria Silven
Over the cores of the last few weeks, you have gotten thinner, your scales more dull and taken on a grey shade, almost like ash of a funeral pyre. But your scales have gotten tougher,you fill as if something crawls though your blood, it lives behind your eyes ,your vision seems more gray, as if slowly color is bleeding from your sight. You still see fine, yet colors are duller now as if the thing behind your eyes is feeding off the light of the world
EDIT: Scratch that. Hurray for the Pathfinder SRD!
The morning was grey and damp as your load onto the dragon fly. The ship is near empty save the Jump officer and the two man crew. You look down at your gear including a new beret of black silk. This item you were informed could alter your appearance, as long as worn. It would allow you to blend in and allow triage to also blend unnoticed.
The Dragon fly lifts from the ground and the drone of the air elemental's fills the small cramped space. You left on your own, with only your fellow team mates in whats looks to be a long flight.
Synatria has changed. Her eyes are dull and colorless. Her once luxurious, shining scales are now a faded grey, and her crest droops to one side. A pale civet trots at her side, with a baby pigeon in its mouth which does not seem to be quite dead. The cat seems to be a source of great pride for her.
She wanders around the city, seeming distant and distracted. If she sees any 'friends', she will not call out to them.
Synatria
Great ideal, go with that
The morning was grey and damp as your load onto the dragon fly. The ship is near empty save the Jump officer and the two man crew. You look down at your gear including a new beret of black silk. This item you were informed could alter your appearance, as long as worn. It would allow you to blend in and allow triage to also blend unnoticed.
The Dragon fly lifts from the ground and the drone of the air elemental's fills the small cramped space. You left on your own, with only your fellow team mates in whats looks to be a long flight.
As usual, Garroth is quiet on the trip, silently meditating and contemplating the forthcoming mission. He was happy with the way most of his companions had handled themselves in the previous fight, although he still held severe misgivings about the kobold. Not that she was a traitor, but obviously lacked the common sense and general 'fortitude' to be a Black Cap. Well, he figured everyone deserved a second chance; after all, he failed miserably the time before last. He'd see how she handled herself now, especially since there was an obvious change to her. The weapon she had been exposed to, perhaps? Haedric had said it was necromancy magic ...
Joyelle's party girl persona definitely doesn't get on the ship with her. She seems very quiet and focused, much like the last time they went out. All work or all play, that was her. Either way was good since it kept her too busy to be alone with her thoughts.
the city
Haedric simply stares to the north, rubbing his gold ring absentmindedly.
Jaxon looked quite uncomfortable. He had Actually grown to like those around him, and that troubled him. He had came to appreciate Haedric's no-nonsense approach and Joyelle's intensity both on the field and off. He had even took a liking to Synatria, the Kobold whom had perpetrated such incompetent acts just the mission before. He knew she was capable of great acts of heroism in her future, otherwise he wouldn't have stood up for her when Garroth was practically foaming at the mouth. Oh and Garroth..How He had especially developed a respect towards him, whom he had observed perform valiantly in two missions previously.
'I'm Getting Soft,' Jaxon thought to himself. 'Or maybe I'm just accumulating more reasons not to be.' Either way, he hoped whole-heartedly that none of those on the ship could read his mind.
The trip was long, 17 or 18 hours your not really sure, but it's dark out and dry, you can feel the dryness as the ships jump master opens the hatch.The night is dark and the wind cool but dry as it whips into the dragonfly's hold. Your to travel southwest from the drop, To an outcropping of rocks.Should be an old fort there, ruined and overran years back. There you'll meet up with a Half orc named Silos " He yells over the roar of the wind. "You get lost in the heat and your dead, Gods speed and host be with you' He yells as you step though the door and plunge into the cool dry night.
The freezing wind bights at you as you fall into the night. Three moons light the night sky , not bright but you can see the plains stretch out as far as the eye can see, nothing but flat land. Soon you reach for your token, taking in the land as you drift though the night. It's unlike what your used to. flat, dry grassy land much cooler then you would have thought. Your heels touch the ground and you look for you unit, in this dark, unknown land
"Recommend we move at night. With the night goggles, it gives us a better shot to move about without being seen. We can find a spot and rest during the day." Garroth scans the area, looking for any signs of trouble.
"Yes. We don't want to go walking when the sun is up."
Your unit slowly seems to find one another in the dark, the plains is dry and cool all shrubs and small tuffs of grass Garroth scans the area as Hadric looks around for a path. Nothing seems to move out in the dark save a few small plain animals, who scrapper away from the group. Hadric thinks he finds the way for the group. You have alot of ground to cover tonight if he is right
Jaxon appears to have a bit of dirt in his eye perhaps as he lands and looks around for sign of any hostiles.
perception 1d20+10=11
As he quickly dispatched the debris from his eye, he moved swiftly and just as silently to the southwest of the drop."Come Now Comrades, We have miles to go before we sleep on this night." Stealth1d20+15=35
Haedric follows, albeit a bit too obviously.
Garroth falls in behind Haedric, frowning a bit at the mage's lack of quiet (but himself not doing as well as Jax ...)
Joy follows without a word.
triage seems to be missing as the group comes together. But they can only wait so long and off you head across the lonely stretch of land. You move relentlessly across the land , under the cover of night, A few hours into your track you come across signs of battle, broken weapons and armor.
Well guess we are done then. Well folks thanks for your time and great gaming with you.
I'm conflicted. On one hand, this is/was a good game. On the other hand, this sort of thing just keeps happening to it. Maybe we should just let it die...