The Shackled City - Golarion Prelude
Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus
The scaled half-elf nods to Nia's suggestion, then actively yawns.
"Or maybe we think on it overnight?" he says. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've burned out a lot of my magic. Not knowing how tough this beastie is, it might do us good to take advantage of our 'free pass' and rest up before we face it."
[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 10/10 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: Quadrens
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 2 +1
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 3/5 remaining
Spells Prepared:
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15):Shield, Shield[/sblock]
The scaled half-elf nods to Nia's suggestion, then actively yawns.
"Or maybe we think on it overnight?" he says. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've burned out a lot of my magic. Not knowing how tough this beastie is, it might do us good to take advantage of our 'free pass' and rest up before we face it."
[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 10/10 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: Quadrens
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 2 +1
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 3/5 remaining
Spells Prepared:
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15):
ahayford
First Post
After a brief discussion, the group decides to make camp for a short rest. This room seems defensible enough, particularly now with the uneasy truce you have brokered with the Dark Stalker Mother, her brood, and her allies. Using some of the broken furniture littered throughout the room, you block off the major exits. It won’t stop a rampaging beast, but at least it will have to make a lot of noise to get to you. The cavern is already warm and your food consists mostly of trail rations, so you avoid making a fire.
The group lays their bedrolls out in the cover of the invisibility fields, using their cover to your advantage. It seems the experiments of the lost gnomes will provide some safety for your nights rest.
You awaken, several hours later, feeling refreshed, if a bit stiff from sleeping on the stone floor.
The group lays their bedrolls out in the cover of the invisibility fields, using their cover to your advantage. It seems the experiments of the lost gnomes will provide some safety for your nights rest.
You awaken, several hours later, feeling refreshed, if a bit stiff from sleeping on the stone floor.
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
[sblock=OOC]And a most enjoyable year it's been! (Heads off to work on Val's level up . . .)[/sblock]
Dragonwriter
First Post
Marcus stretches with a grunt. Sleeping on a hard bed was nothing new to him. "Are you intending to keep looking at papers today, or are we going to hunt down this beast, then get the kids back?" His tone has much in common with a growl, as he had hoped to get done with this business and save the children quickly. The more time they wasted, the less time the children had...
Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus
Despite their relative safety, Caytis' sleep is troubled.
[sblock=Caytis' dream]The earth shudders, and from it a man rises -- nearly a giant. His skin is polished stone, his eyes multifaceted gems. He looks upward, to where a black, wingless serpant -- another giant -- loops in the sky above. Though now the linnorm shrieks and dives as its gaze locks with that of the shaitan.
They battle, these two giants, weilding the acid in their blood to little effect, tearing and beating one another, dust and rubble clouding around them. The shaitan bellows triumph as a mighty fist rips into the stomach of the linnorm. In response, the primordial dragon closes its maw over the earth genie's head. They both shudder, locked in a lethal tie. The serpantine body of the linnorm wraps about the shaitan, and both fall in an eruption of earth.
When the debrid clears, there is nothing but a ravaged crater, and in it lies Caytis.[/sblock]
The scaled half elf woke abruptly, a bitter taste in his mouth. He spit to relieve it, and to his surprise the ground hissed and smoked for just a moment. He shook his head to free it of the nightmare, and realized he could still feel the fog of that dreamwar, nagging at the back of his consciousness.
As he sat down to prepare his spells, Caytis realized something else was there, too. Patterns, some recognizable, some not. Tied to a new power reserve he'd not felt before. Mother and father spoke of this. Had he finally, after all this time, unlocked the power he gained from their blood?
At his companion's urging, he finished his preparation and nodded his readiness.
As you say. Let's find this thing and kill it so we can figure out our next move."
[sblock=ooc]just some fluff to cover his new Crossblooded Sorcerer level.
[/sblock]
[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 18/18 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: none
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 4 +1 -2**
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** -2 Will (Crossblooded)
Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 5/5 remaining
Spells Prepared (Magus):
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Message, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15): Color Spray, Shocking (Acid) Grasp
Spells Known (Sorcerer, 15% spell failure):
* 0 level (at will): Detect Magic, Read Magic, Mending
* 1st level (3/day): Shield[/sblock]
Despite their relative safety, Caytis' sleep is troubled.
[sblock=Caytis' dream]The earth shudders, and from it a man rises -- nearly a giant. His skin is polished stone, his eyes multifaceted gems. He looks upward, to where a black, wingless serpant -- another giant -- loops in the sky above. Though now the linnorm shrieks and dives as its gaze locks with that of the shaitan.
They battle, these two giants, weilding the acid in their blood to little effect, tearing and beating one another, dust and rubble clouding around them. The shaitan bellows triumph as a mighty fist rips into the stomach of the linnorm. In response, the primordial dragon closes its maw over the earth genie's head. They both shudder, locked in a lethal tie. The serpantine body of the linnorm wraps about the shaitan, and both fall in an eruption of earth.
When the debrid clears, there is nothing but a ravaged crater, and in it lies Caytis.[/sblock]
The scaled half elf woke abruptly, a bitter taste in his mouth. He spit to relieve it, and to his surprise the ground hissed and smoked for just a moment. He shook his head to free it of the nightmare, and realized he could still feel the fog of that dreamwar, nagging at the back of his consciousness.
As he sat down to prepare his spells, Caytis realized something else was there, too. Patterns, some recognizable, some not. Tied to a new power reserve he'd not felt before. Mother and father spoke of this. Had he finally, after all this time, unlocked the power he gained from their blood?
At his companion's urging, he finished his preparation and nodded his readiness.
As you say. Let's find this thing and kill it so we can figure out our next move."
[sblock=ooc]just some fluff to cover his new Crossblooded Sorcerer level.
[/sblock][sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 18/18 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: none
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 4 +1 -2**
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** -2 Will (Crossblooded)
Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 5/5 remaining
Spells Prepared (Magus):
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Message, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15): Color Spray, Shocking (Acid) Grasp
Spells Known (Sorcerer, 15% spell failure):
* 0 level (at will): Detect Magic, Read Magic, Mending
* 1st level (3/day): Shield[/sblock]
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Valinnan Vapaus
Val also sleeps restlessly in the Gnomish city, troubled by dreams of the Dark Stalkers and of his own disappearance. Then in the middle of a horrific scene in which he was watching his family - the Cardinal, his brothers and sisters, his mother - carry on in their normal lives but with looks of profound sadness on their faces, the Cleric feels his courage bolstered, his spirits lifted and freed. HIs dream is changed, the expressions on his families faces altered and joy replacing sorrow. When he wakes, Val's mind is filled with new knowledge, new ways to tap his abilities and to carry out the will of his Lord.
[sblock=OOC]Shameless copying here, jkason, but it seemed like a good theme to carry on for adding fluff to the level ups.[/sblock]
Val also sleeps restlessly in the Gnomish city, troubled by dreams of the Dark Stalkers and of his own disappearance. Then in the middle of a horrific scene in which he was watching his family - the Cardinal, his brothers and sisters, his mother - carry on in their normal lives but with looks of profound sadness on their faces, the Cleric feels his courage bolstered, his spirits lifted and freed. HIs dream is changed, the expressions on his families faces altered and joy replacing sorrow. When he wakes, Val's mind is filled with new knowledge, new ways to tap his abilities and to carry out the will of his Lord.
[sblock=OOC]Shameless copying here, jkason, but it seemed like a good theme to carry on for adding fluff to the level ups.[/sblock]
(OOC - Is that a bandwagon??!! *JUMP*)
Nia dreams.
She is riding Shelob through a tangled forest where the light grows ever dimmer, until they are simply moving through pitch darkness. Through the gloom she spies a single pinprick of light, and Shelob turns slightly to move towards it.
From a distance she sees that the 'light' is a light blue sphere hovering in midair, with some kind of belt girdling it. As they get closer, she can make out more details. Clouds and continents...and it's not a belt, it's a...
Abruptly the point of view changes, and they are near, dreadfully near where once they had been remote and distant. The serpent she had seen circling the world was now looming above them; a single scale of incomprehensible size. In that rough-scaled hide were the stylized images of trees and flowers, beasts of all shapes and sizes. It was a tapestry of all life; the Great Serpent. They were rushing down its length at unthinkable speeds.
There now was the head, not merely grasping its tail in its mouth, but actually eating it. Frantically, furiously swallowing itself, even as it regrew what was lost. Should that balance ever fail, life itself would end.
The brand on the nape of her neck burned as Nia watched the apparition with dread and awe. Aware all the while that it was at once something much more complex than she was seeing; that the Serpent was the image that came closest to its truth within the limits of her mind to see. For an instant that seeming fell away, and she saw...
...she came awake, breathing hard and sweating. Shelob, ever awake when she slept, was watching with her eightfold eyes, inscrutable as ever. The witch, just past her apprenticeship, sat up and rubbed at her forehead. The brand of the Great Serpent still itched and ached on the back of her neck.
Elation kindled as a slow fire in the pit of her stomach. It had visited her again...as she'd been told would happen. All life was one life, all vitality came together and branched back out like fingers on a hand. Living things were mortal, but life itself was eternal. She understood now, in a way she hadn't before.
Nia held her hand down at the floor and whispered, "Come Shelob...we have much to do."
The spider clambered on, the spread of her legs as big around as the spread of Nia's fingers, and was lifted up. Much to do. Much to learn. The universe was bigger than either had supposed.
(OOC - Worked out new info...updating sheet shortly!)
Nia dreams.
She is riding Shelob through a tangled forest where the light grows ever dimmer, until they are simply moving through pitch darkness. Through the gloom she spies a single pinprick of light, and Shelob turns slightly to move towards it.
From a distance she sees that the 'light' is a light blue sphere hovering in midair, with some kind of belt girdling it. As they get closer, she can make out more details. Clouds and continents...and it's not a belt, it's a...
Abruptly the point of view changes, and they are near, dreadfully near where once they had been remote and distant. The serpent she had seen circling the world was now looming above them; a single scale of incomprehensible size. In that rough-scaled hide were the stylized images of trees and flowers, beasts of all shapes and sizes. It was a tapestry of all life; the Great Serpent. They were rushing down its length at unthinkable speeds.
There now was the head, not merely grasping its tail in its mouth, but actually eating it. Frantically, furiously swallowing itself, even as it regrew what was lost. Should that balance ever fail, life itself would end.
The brand on the nape of her neck burned as Nia watched the apparition with dread and awe. Aware all the while that it was at once something much more complex than she was seeing; that the Serpent was the image that came closest to its truth within the limits of her mind to see. For an instant that seeming fell away, and she saw...
...she came awake, breathing hard and sweating. Shelob, ever awake when she slept, was watching with her eightfold eyes, inscrutable as ever. The witch, just past her apprenticeship, sat up and rubbed at her forehead. The brand of the Great Serpent still itched and ached on the back of her neck.
Elation kindled as a slow fire in the pit of her stomach. It had visited her again...as she'd been told would happen. All life was one life, all vitality came together and branched back out like fingers on a hand. Living things were mortal, but life itself was eternal. She understood now, in a way she hadn't before.
Nia held her hand down at the floor and whispered, "Come Shelob...we have much to do."
The spider clambered on, the spread of her legs as big around as the spread of Nia's fingers, and was lifted up. Much to do. Much to learn. The universe was bigger than either had supposed.
(OOC - Worked out new info...updating sheet shortly!)
ahayford
First Post
The halls of Jzadirune are strangely silent when you wake. You each take a small portion of food from your rations and was it down with water from your skins. You eat in silence as each of your ponders your next move.
The Dark Stalker “mother” indicated the passage to the north lead to her chambers...but who knows what she might be hiding, or where else that might lead. There is another “freshly” bored tunnel out of the room you are currently in to the west. A long dark corridor extends to the south. You think you can see several of the glowing crystals you’ve seen elsewhere in the city, but they are currently dormant. You may also go back the way you came...and further explore the un-explored tunnels that way.
The Dark Stalker “mother” indicated the passage to the north lead to her chambers...but who knows what she might be hiding, or where else that might lead. There is another “freshly” bored tunnel out of the room you are currently in to the west. A long dark corridor extends to the south. You think you can see several of the glowing crystals you’ve seen elsewhere in the city, but they are currently dormant. You may also go back the way you came...and further explore the un-explored tunnels that way.
Caytis Maggerin, half-elf magus
"So, do we want to try to take on this ... whatever it is the Skulks are afraid of first?" Caytis asks. "It's certainly more straightforward, but who knows how much time we really have for cure-seeking..."
[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 18/18 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: none
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 4 +1 -2**
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** -2 Will (Crossblooded)
Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 5/5 remaining
Spells Prepared (Magus):
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Message, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15): Color Spray, Shocking (Acid) Grasp
Spells Known (Sorcerer, 15% spell failure):
* 0 level (at will): Detect Magic, Read Magic, Mending
* 1st level (3/day): Shield[/sblock]
"So, do we want to try to take on this ... whatever it is the Skulks are afraid of first?" Caytis asks. "It's certainly more straightforward, but who knows how much time we really have for cure-seeking..."
[sblock=mini-stats]Caytis Maggerin
HP: 18/18 AC: 15(19) AC(T): 12 AC(FF): 13(17)
(values in parenthesis with Shield active)
Init: +02
BAB: 00 CMB/CMD: 00/12 ACP: -1 ASF: 00 Spot: +05
Conditions: none
In Hand: none
Saving Throw Total Base Mod Misc Special
Fort: 03 2 +1
Ref: 01 0 +2 -1*
Will: 03 4 +1 -2**
* -1 Reflex (Wyrm Blooded trait)
** -2 Will (Crossblooded)
Conditional: Immune sleep, +2 vs enchantments, +4 vs acid
Weapon Attack Damage Critical Special
Quadrens +2 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Quadrens, Spell Combat +0 1d6 19-20/x2 1 pt bleed on crit
Composite Shortbow +2 1d6 20/x3 Range 70 ft.
* Conditional: +1 attack with Arcane Pool enhancement.
Arcane Pool: 5/5 remaining
Spells Prepared (Magus):
* 0 Level (3): Prestidigitation, Message, Light
* 1st Level (2, DC 15): Color Spray, Shocking (Acid) Grasp
Spells Known (Sorcerer, 15% spell failure):
* 0 level (at will): Detect Magic, Read Magic, Mending
* 1st level (3/day): Shield[/sblock]
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