Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan finds himself fully awake and feeling well-rested as soon as Aldino's first knock hits. He stretches in a perfunctory yawn, then looks over his new ring.
"Not bad," he mutters, sitting up in bed. Then he glances up to the air above him.
"So, are we on speaking terms again?" he asks the motes. He rolls his eyes at the response only he can hear, then sighs and closes his eyes.
"Yes, I know. Morning devotions. Do what you have to do. I'll wait."
It begins slowly: a light breeze kicking up in the closed room and the faintest increase in the ambient light despite the curtains. A soft hum develops as the breeze seems to strengthen, its circular direction with Nathan as the eye becoming apparent. By now the motes, in various sizes and colors, have begun to glow brightly enough for anyone who might have entered to see them. They move about randomly within the vortex at first, but soon begin to gather together into a single, brilliant circle, hovering just above the crown of Nathan's head. There is a slight thrumming pattern to the low hum the motes emit, the pitch escalating as they gather closer and tighter. The young sorcerer's hair and clothing are now flapping manically in the minor windstorm of their activity.
Finally, the pitch rises above what humanoid ears can detect, beyond even what Zelena's canine companion could perceive. There is a final burst of light as the motes scatter, their pattern creating the faint suggestion of wings spreading from Nathan's shoulders, and then the room is still again.
Nathan opens his eyes, studying the still emptiness, then nods.
"Alrighty, then. Rituals and prostrations all done? Let's clean up and make for breakfast then, shall we?" There is another brief wind, washing away the remains of the previous day. Nathan checks himself in the mirror, tousles his already-tousled hair, then nods. He grabs his pack and heads down to breakfast.
[sblock=mini-stats]Nathan Tchanlach Human Sorcerer 6
Initiative: +4 Perception: +0
Conditions: none
In Hand: None
AC: 15 (19)
touch: 14 (18) ; flat-footed: 12 (16)
(value in parenthesis w/ mage armor)
HP: 38/38
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +4* Ref: +5* Will: +6*
* Additional +1 trait bonus vs. divine spells
Resistances: Resist 5 Acid and Cold.
Spells: Cantrips (DC 15): Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Drench, Mending, Message, Prestidigitation, Spark
1st (DC 16): Bless, Grease (DC 17), Mage Armor, Magic Missle, Summon Minor Monster, Vanish. Remaining: 8/8
2nd (DC 17): Create Pit (DC 18), Glitterdust (DC 18), Oppressive Boredom, Resist Energy Remaining: 6/6
3rd (DC 18): Haste Remaining: 4/4
Heavenly Fire: 8/8 remaining[/sblock]
Nathan finds himself fully awake and feeling well-rested as soon as Aldino's first knock hits. He stretches in a perfunctory yawn, then looks over his new ring.
"Not bad," he mutters, sitting up in bed. Then he glances up to the air above him.
"So, are we on speaking terms again?" he asks the motes. He rolls his eyes at the response only he can hear, then sighs and closes his eyes.
"Yes, I know. Morning devotions. Do what you have to do. I'll wait."
It begins slowly: a light breeze kicking up in the closed room and the faintest increase in the ambient light despite the curtains. A soft hum develops as the breeze seems to strengthen, its circular direction with Nathan as the eye becoming apparent. By now the motes, in various sizes and colors, have begun to glow brightly enough for anyone who might have entered to see them. They move about randomly within the vortex at first, but soon begin to gather together into a single, brilliant circle, hovering just above the crown of Nathan's head. There is a slight thrumming pattern to the low hum the motes emit, the pitch escalating as they gather closer and tighter. The young sorcerer's hair and clothing are now flapping manically in the minor windstorm of their activity.
Finally, the pitch rises above what humanoid ears can detect, beyond even what Zelena's canine companion could perceive. There is a final burst of light as the motes scatter, their pattern creating the faint suggestion of wings spreading from Nathan's shoulders, and then the room is still again.
Nathan opens his eyes, studying the still emptiness, then nods.
"Alrighty, then. Rituals and prostrations all done? Let's clean up and make for breakfast then, shall we?" There is another brief wind, washing away the remains of the previous day. Nathan checks himself in the mirror, tousles his already-tousled hair, then nods. He grabs his pack and heads down to breakfast.
[sblock=mini-stats]Nathan Tchanlach Human Sorcerer 6
Initiative: +4 Perception: +0
Conditions: none
In Hand: None
AC: 15 (19)
touch: 14 (18) ; flat-footed: 12 (16)
(value in parenthesis w/ mage armor)
HP: 38/38
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +4* Ref: +5* Will: +6*
* Additional +1 trait bonus vs. divine spells
Resistances: Resist 5 Acid and Cold.
Spells: Cantrips (DC 15): Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Drench, Mending, Message, Prestidigitation, Spark
1st (DC 16): Bless, Grease (DC 17), Mage Armor, Magic Missle, Summon Minor Monster, Vanish. Remaining: 8/8
2nd (DC 17): Create Pit (DC 18), Glitterdust (DC 18), Oppressive Boredom, Resist Energy Remaining: 6/6
3rd (DC 18): Haste Remaining: 4/4
Heavenly Fire: 8/8 remaining[/sblock]
