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OOC: Since Myri's stunned and has so many people ready to bust her chops I'll moves to N15 and try and take out the pea-shooter of a bandit. I've got a bonus from Prime Shot and concealment from Shadow Walk. Eldritch Blast (1d20+4=13, 1d10+3=10) That's a 13 vs Reflex...I doubt it. By the...

OOC: With my Fate of the Void I'll have a +3 to Heal checks, so I'll try to stand Aurak rather than hit Myri. His vigor returned, Silphyus leaps from the shrubbery and dashes over to the fallen paladin. "Sleeping on the job, I see. Lucky for you I've read up on the ancient medical techniques...

OOC: Covaithe, just as a heads up, remember my +1 to defenses against Issa's and Elalaran's attack since they're both bloodied. Also, necrotic resist 5 since I'm a deva. "My aim seems to be a bit off today. Perhaps we can work out something with these witches...maybe this is all a grave...

OOC: Silphyus to T11, Eldritch Blast on Issa. 1d20+3=15, 1d10+3=11

"Witch, know this: one of the secret names of man!" exclaims the deva to Issa as he proceeds to shout forth a monstrous, gutteral, and vaguely unnerving sound. While others seem unphased by it, the shadar kai trembles slightly with horror. Unfortunately the deva's follow up shot of malevolent...

"Or perhaps some manner of teleportation." Silphyus, putting caution before eldritch sigils, coats his hands in darkness and blue light, ready to react. Stealth check (1d20+1=4) OOC: It would appear that Silphyus has stumbled into a box of loud, jingly bells...

OOC: Am I the only one whose getting the feeling that following these tracks is a little...TOO easy? If a priest was involved then he'd know someone would come after him...

"Strange is the night where black stars rise And strange moons circle through the skies The Sign of Voor, Unchain, Unseal Through spheres and hours now Reveal" read Silphyus from his small blue book. Indeed, so involved was the deva in his invocation of the Voorish Sign that he failed to...

The deva's expression lit up at the words "I do have a bit o' a knack fer the unconventional." His almost giddy tone was readily apparent in his voice. "My friend, I think you and I are going to get along just swimmingly. We'll have to compare notes after this business is sorted out." In...

OOC: I think there's been a slight misunderstanding...I meant "bow" as in a bend or kneel, not "bow" as in an actual object. Sorry, I should have phrased in different. Hilarious though. :p "Walking dead girls? Curious. Well Mr. Redboot, I thank you for your time and services and wish you the...

OOC: I assume you meant me CaBaNa and not Alissa. Silphyus gave a short bow to the half elf as a greeting, his hands still sheathed in cold light and dancing shade. "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Redboot, and the same to you Mr. Gaunt. I am Silphyus, traveling scholar and...

"Swindeled by a gnome, thrust into danger by halflings, and now kidnapped by dwarves...this day just keeps getting better." Black whisps and eerie blue light dance upon the deva's hands as he reluctantly enters the building, taking care to watch his satchel. "As much as I love your...

"Using the Black Angles is a simple matter in theory, but I'll need the proper components and stars. A fortnight from now the Violet Cluster will be on the northern horizon so the Angles will be more easily accessible. The Dhole-Ha-Nin Formula will be more than sufficient but I'll need a few...

After examining the altar for a moment, Silphyus reaches into his satchel and withdraws a small, faded blue book. Flipping through the pages, he finally finds what he's looking for and uses his finger as a guide while reading. He then snaps the books shut and re-examines the altar. "Ah, I see...

OOC: Sorry for the tardiness, I've had some trouble with internet connectivity. No worries now. Silphyus jumped slightly as he snapped back to reality. Rubbing his eyes and shaking his head he tried to calm himself. The vision had been particularly vivid and he swore he had heard a voice...

"I am Silphyus. student of the arcane and esoteric. I have read from the Scrolls of Niram-Syn and learned their ancient magicks. Eldritch power is mine to command, and even the cold light of the stars bends to my will." The deva, tired from his wanderings, gladly accepted the seat. "And if I...

"I swear I can't make heads or tails of this place," Silphyus grumbled. He was only half aware when he walked into the Temple of Lauto, still looking over his map. He had heard it said that there might be some work available, and he knew if he wanted to continue his research he'd need to weigh...

Nothing...just...thought I saw something. Excuse me for a moment. Silphyus moves with a noticable swiftness over to the counter. Something a bit stronger, my good man. A moment later the deva's glass is full and he returns to his seat. Raising his cup, he speaks once more. Well...

Destiny Silphyus scoffed, what a quaint concept. I have heard much about "destiny" and how it supposedly works, how it is both changing and static: poetic musings, all. I agree with the Surtyrian: there is no destiny, changable or otherwise. Read the Last Scripts of Niran-Ha and commit its...

Silphyus considered for a moment before continuing. Perhaps, though I would argue beauty itself is mostly an illusion. We gaze upon pristine woodlands and call them beautiful, though we ignore the fact that they are savage and pitiless. We craft great sculptures and wondrous paintings, but...