moritheil said:
Want proof? I haven't touched my sheet yet because the dispel was in question, and this is a direct quote from the Ichiru section:
Note how the second dagger says "redirect greater dispel magic."
Ok, heres what I was looking for finally. I wasn't able to find them in your character sheet, and you finally posted where it was instead of assuming I'm all knowing (I need to manage 12 20th level character sheets, I don't have the memory for each detail.) I appreciate it when you guys give me all the rules involved rather than assuming I'm seeing what you see. IE: You say you have an enhancement that gives you one spell immunity and say you are immune to two spells instead of saying you have two items that grant immunities. I'm glad that got cleared up.
Btw, while this wasn't the final reason the dispel went off (I didn't think of this until I went off to work about 5 minutes later), in order to gain the effects of the weapons, you have to be activly wielding them. Unless you were carrying around both daggers all the time (which would cause a significant difference in some of your diplomacy checks
) you don't gain the effects until you draw them.
Finally, I apologize if I seemed argumentative. Your DM has been missing alot of sleep do to sudden changes in his work schedule. Even so, I try my best to activly post as much as possible, so I hope you all can forgive me for some of my misgivings.
Both Ichiru and Therin drop from the attack, and are left denesless for over a minute. However, the Lady simply strolls over to a chair and waits for her companions to recover. As they start getting back up, she responds to the acusing looks she recieves from them with a simple shrug.
"What? You wanted to know. its not as if I hurt you or anything..."
Obsidian trys to regain his footing, however his opponents uses the oppertunity to grab him (OOC: Attack of opportunity for standing, followed by a grapple attempt, which Obsidian loses.) She pulls him in close, her face pushed right up to his. However, before she can do whatever sinister act she was planning on, the Hellfire Wyrm charges and attempts to take a bite out of her. Dodging away with the construct still in her hand (OOC: Multigrab is fun lol) she looks at the dragon, looks back at the construct, and plants a deep kiss on Obsidian before tossing him aside and running away.
"Its been fun! I hope you don't miss me too much!"
As the tattered remains of the mountains defenses begin to regroup, the dragon slumps down in agony. Obsidian notices a strange man in a flame colored robe begin to descend from a cave in the mountain. Closer inspection indicates that the man's skin is red, and he has horns and a tail.
OOC: Congrats Bloodweaver1, you are the first character to ding. For being the first PC to face off against one of the campains main bosses, you are being given a level, as well as the "DM's Punching Bag" award
. I'm just kidding, you actually did pretty good. Congrats once more.
The King smiles in a welcoming and yet seemingly untrustworthy way.
"Why, we can't have that. It is our job to assist you, not the other way around. You just name whatever you need and we will ensure that you get it promptly."
The Dark one looks towards the sylph, briefly investigating its theat value. After a few moments, he looks away and disregards the over-eager creature, though one would note an eye was still kept on it.
" Damian's not much of a talker I'm afraid. Wandered up here from the Underdark. Apparently he's lived there since he was a child. Quite a feat if I do say so myself. However, I digress. We should be off to Thrall now. "
He leads the party through the mountains, a cold and unfriendly place. Most of the memebers can feel like they are being watched, hints of shadows they surmise must in fact be the Barbarians keeping an eye on their territory. They continue on until they hit the country of Demualt, a lightly forested nation with plenty of streams, rivers, and small mountains dotting its landscape. Strangly avoiding any main cities or encampments on their three day trip, The trio of guides finally stop. Darimaus turns to the group.
" This is the end of the line. About an hours march from here is the border to Thrall. However, both sides have border watches, and considering the recent friction in relations, you'll have to figure out your own way to get across. I bid all of you luck in your travels. "
The three dissapear into the woods, leaving the group with their own thoughts and plans.
OOC: If anyone had any questions, actions, or conversations they wanted to do in the journey, please post them before your next actions.
