[LPF] Kostry Kopec

perrinmiller · Mar 20, 2012

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien shrugs and replies ruefully to Rylidak, "No experience with brimstone and demons myself. But, I hope we can handle it."

Remarking to Anaerion and Ausk, "I, for one, am glad if it is not undead. But, demons or devils are not very pleasant sounding either."

"I certainly would like to keep my soul. It is such a young and lovely soul, I would hate to be without it."

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +7 Perception: +11 (low-light vision)
AC: 20 (15 flat-footed, 15 Touch)
HP: 40 Current: 40
CMB: +6 CMD: 21(16ff) Fort: +5 Reflex: +9 Will: +4
+2 Will vs. Enchantments
Special: Immune to Magical Sleep
Current Conditions in Effect: PBS, Precise Shot, Arcane Strike (+1 Dmg), Resistance, Ioun Stone illumination (in darkness), Deadly Aim (-2Att/+4dmg)
Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow
Chakrams: 10/10 Remaining

Bardic Performance: 5/5 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Message, Resistance, Mending, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 2/2 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration)[/sblock]___________________________________________

Tyrien e'Adrianne

jackslate45 · Mar 20, 2012

"I agree. It would be a sad day when such a pretty thing loses their soul."

Anaerion blushes scarlet as the disembodied voice compliments Tyrian fervently. He opens his mouth rapidly trying to say something, but nothing comes out.

jkason · Mar 20, 2012

At the mention of losing souls, Rylidak seems to shudder a moment, though she otherwise maintains her composure.

"If something has devoured my -- devoured Commander Syrianna's soul, I'll beg you all to send it back to whatever hell spawned it with no shortage of prejudice," the half-orc says.

Meanwhile, Kalgor listens mentally as Gragnor continues his search despite his nearly-overwhemling fit of nausea.

[sblock=Kalgor via telepathy]"Fine, I'll keep--urp--keep searching. No touching the slime. Got it. Moving east first....

"Okay, looks like next room was some kinda parlor. I think that's the front door, actually. Huh. Still locked, but who needs a door when the walls blown out, right? Anyway, pretty much a mess like the other room. Looks like there was a fireplace. And books. This guy liked books. Doesn't smell any better in here.

"Now south. Huh. If that smashed up wood was a bed frame, looks like this is where the guy slept. And read. Yeesh, half bedroom, half library. Definite bookworm, this one. Even more of the things in the wreck 'round here. And ... yuck. Slime here's really dark, like, some kind of ... just a sec."

Kalgor feels another wave of nausea, and the mental 'hiccup' he now recognizes as Gragnor throwing up.

"I'm breathing right in your face when I get out of here for this, you know," comes the grumble. "Right. So, lots and lots of books, nasty tar-slime and--"

There's a charge of adrenaline along the link.

"There's a doorway all burst apart here, leads to a stairway and a bunch more, dried-looking slime all over the place. Couldn't tell ya if the thing left it coming or going. Speaking of ... am I? Going? Down there?"[/sblock]

Satin Knights · Mar 20, 2012

Telepathically, "No. Come back out. We have enough information to force the mayor to sign the papers to get our first job done."

Gragnor sneaks back out of the house and comes sauntering up to his master preparing to share the indignities he has suffered. But, his master is ready. With a little casting, a fluffy ball appears in Kalgor's hands. He throws it at the approaching cat to have it burst into a cloud of lilac petals. Then with another flick of his fingers, the cloud is swept away by a cleansing breeze.

The cat finally gets to the party, "It stinks in ttherre. Many books. SSlime everrywerre. Stairrs lead down."

Turning to Rylidak, "As I thought, an underground hunt. We have some details to iron out with the mayor before we go in. Guard the building and we will be back shortly. By the way, is there a magic supply shop in the area? Specialized tools can make an underground hunt easier."

perrinmiller · Mar 21, 2012

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien looks around and replies to the air, "Why thank you, Anaer-... er, are you throwing your voice again? Or is that your soul talking and comparing notes with mine."

"Dammit, when's my soul going to talk? Hel-LO! You listening?"

She looks up in the air expecting another disembodied voice to talk. Then shrugs when no other is forthcoming.

Seeing Kitty is back and Kalgor mentions needing supplies, Tyrien asks, "Do you think I should get some cold iron arrows? I already have silver. Ooo, maybe we can get some blessed ones. Or will they be too expensive?"

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +7 Perception: +11 (low-light vision)
AC: 20 (15 flat-footed, 15 Touch)
HP: 40 Current: 40
CMB: +6 CMD: 21(16ff) Fort: +5 Reflex: +9 Will: +4
+2 Will vs. Enchantments
Special: Immune to Magical Sleep
Current Conditions in Effect: PBS, Precise Shot, Arcane Strike (+1 Dmg), Resistance, Ioun Stone illumination (in darkness), Deadly Aim (-2Att/+4dmg)
Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow
Chakrams: 10/10 Remaining

Bardic Performance: 5/5 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Message, Resistance, Mending, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 2/2 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration)[/sblock]___________________________________________

Tyrien e'Adrianne

jkason · Mar 21, 2012

Upon exiting the building, Gragnor's stomach quickly settles

[sblock=ooc]Gragnor is no longer sickened[/sblock]

To Kalgor's request, Rylidak nods grimly. "We'll see about recovering the bodies your companion found, and hopefully word of all this stays under control while you're cutting through whatever red tape it is needs cutting.

"As to shops, I hear folk talk about this Pearl place. Mayor ought to be able to point you to it. I've never had the funds to worry about that sort of thing, myself."

The half-orc raises her eyebrow a bit as the half-elf appears to try to converse with her own spirit, then shrugs. "Couldn't tell you what all that specialized stuff costs. I've had to make due with standard issue during my tenure."

jackslate45 · Mar 22, 2012

The disembodies voice sighs before saying "I have heard that if you cut off your own.." "PLEASE do not give her any ideas Mal." Anaerion says sharply in Draconic, hoping that Tyrian still did not understand the language yet.

Looking apologetic at Tyrian he says "While having your own..soul talk is convenient, there are times when you wish it would be quiet. Besides, you are already talkative enough for both you and your soul, I think your soul would get jealous."

" As for Cold Iron Arrows, as we have no idea what this creature is yet, I think it would be best to err on the side of caution. We still should have enough time to explore this area before needing rest."

Mal whispers something only Anaerion seems to hear. Anaerion's reply is a simple sigh.

Satin Knights · Mar 22, 2012

To Rylidak, "OK, as they say, hold the fort here, and we will be back in a little while." Kalgor turns and leaves towards the mayor's office. Muttering to himself, "Hope the mayor and old crone are ready to finish out this business. Only dwarves and kobolds should have to be chasing through tunnels." Gragnor follows.

perrinmiller · Mar 23, 2012

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien listens attentively to the mage and his soul, "I see, no need to have any jealousy in my own head. Can you see your soul? What's it look like?"

She continues chatting while they walk back towards the mayor's home.

"I know we are not sure what we might find either, but cold iron cannot hurt to have. Probably a few specialty alchemical items might be worth having as well. Remember those swarms of bats?"

"I have some holy water, but no acid, alchemical fire or that cold substance... liquid ice?"

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +7 Perception: +11 (low-light vision)
AC: 20 (15 flat-footed, 15 Touch)
HP: 40 Current: 40
CMB: +6 CMD: 21(16ff) Fort: +5 Reflex: +9 Will: +4
+2 Will vs. Enchantments
Special: Immune to Magical Sleep
Current Conditions in Effect: PBS, Precise Shot, Arcane Strike (+1 Dmg), Resistance, Ioun Stone illumination (in darkness), Deadly Aim (-2Att/+4dmg)
Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow
Chakrams: 10/10 Remaining

Bardic Performance: 5/5 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Message, Resistance, Mending, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 2/2 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration)[/sblock]___________________________________________

Tyrien e'Adrianne

jkason · Mar 23, 2012

[sblock=ooc]There should still be time to work out particulars in this scene, after it, or if you prefer you can do some 'time shifted' discussion back during your transit. Not trying to cut short planning dialogue, but didn't want you guys stuck in transit too long, and figured you may want to get further input from the mayor before any shopping attempts[/sblock]

Rylidak nods grimly, returning to the gathered Crows with the party. She yanks your original escort away from his nervous conversation with one of the others, saying, "Get them back in one piece, will you? Last thing I want is having to explain to the mayor how his new hires managed to get lost in the tangles."

The young Crow nods, and gestures for you all to follow. The wet walk back is no more pleasant than the one to the site of the carnage. And this time, it's literally all uphill.

You arrive, drenched to the bone, back at the awning, where the guard give you a moment to use your magical cleaning as much as you desire before you're escorted back into the great hall. The mayor stands with a couple of tense-looking Crows, his own expression tight with worry. When he sees you, he quickly mutters the last of his orders, and the soldiers bow their heads quickly and hurry off to do their duties.

"You're back. And in one piece," Yrehgg says with clear relief and more than a touch of desperation. "Tell me you have something. I'm not sure how much longer my people are going to be able to counteract rumor and assuage fear."