saphyre_wolf
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Zatira gives a slight shiver and get ready to fight if she has to.
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Ruik's Carrion Crown Pt1
- Thread starter Ruiktheforgotten
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[sblock=ooc]So sorry for the delay. Been stuck without access unexpectedly the last several days. Just now starting to catch up...[/sblock]
"Watch out, Gor! It's another haunt!" the druid blurts, realizing too late that he's drawn the wrong weapon...
[sblock=ooc]I don't think Mal can draw and use a haunt siphon in the surprise round, since I believe that's a full round's worth of actions. If he can, though, he'll go for it, dropping the scimitar if it means he can weaken / destroy the haunt before it effects them.[/sblock]
"Watch out, Gor! It's another haunt!" the druid blurts, realizing too late that he's drawn the wrong weapon...
[sblock=ooc]I don't think Mal can draw and use a haunt siphon in the surprise round, since I believe that's a full round's worth of actions. If he can, though, he'll go for it, dropping the scimitar if it means he can weaken / destroy the haunt before it effects them.[/sblock]
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Ruiktheforgotten
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The Joker
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In days past…
The sun had barley passed the horizon and had only just illuminated the large castle that rested on the gently sloping base of the eastern mountains known as the Kith Harin institute of elemental admixture. Yet despite the hour, the entire castle had only an hour ago been a bustle of activity. First waking, then meal, then first class. Then class. Then class. Then spell casting. Then class. It was almost enough to drive the adventure from ones soul, but such was the cost of power.
Kyrus’s robes flowed, leaving a small trail in the dusty stone hallway as the light padding noise of his feet echoed down all around him. He had always wondered why the most pointless class was in the highest tower. He was late to class, again. He hated the early morning religion classes. After all, if he wanted to know what the dead could teach him, he would have taken history class more seriously. As the heavy wooden door swung open, it revealed a large classroom, walls covered with holy symbols of all kinds and all sorts of religious text of every creed and style.
Clearing his throat, Kyrus stepped in, tipping back his hood. The teacher (one Mrs. Yugsh, A.K.A. miss y) looked over disapprovingly at Kyrus and stepped forward. “Mr silvers. Late again.” She shook her head. Kyrus gave a light shrug followed by his usual smile. “Sorry miss. Not really a morning person.” As he took his seat, she scoffed. “Oh no, your not going to be able to smile your way out of this one.” She paced to the front of the class. “So, you will be the one to lead us on today’s subject.” Kyrus heaved a sigh. “fine. What are we studying today?” as she handed out the copies, she spoke clearly as all teachers do…
Now…
As the At once, kyrus’s eyes shot open and where filled with an almost inhuman determination. “It’s an immortal sapper spirit. A malevolent spirit that siphons health and strength like sand threw an hour glass. It is harmed by fire as well as healing magic and unless all the spirits in this place are all calmed or destroyed, it will continue to reform over and over every hour.” As he stepped forward, he began to focus his arcane energies, but hadn’t started the chant. He needed a target… “… the cold spot… move!” as he whispered in a unknown language (knowledge spellcraft, DC 15, or linguist DC 20) strange glowing runes began to swirl about him, all glowing red like no other common magic. He took a step back and shouted in ancient language.
“IGNICULUS”
(movement: 5 foot step back, action, cast true word, flame jet, selected on cold spot)
The sun had barley passed the horizon and had only just illuminated the large castle that rested on the gently sloping base of the eastern mountains known as the Kith Harin institute of elemental admixture. Yet despite the hour, the entire castle had only an hour ago been a bustle of activity. First waking, then meal, then first class. Then class. Then class. Then spell casting. Then class. It was almost enough to drive the adventure from ones soul, but such was the cost of power.
Kyrus’s robes flowed, leaving a small trail in the dusty stone hallway as the light padding noise of his feet echoed down all around him. He had always wondered why the most pointless class was in the highest tower. He was late to class, again. He hated the early morning religion classes. After all, if he wanted to know what the dead could teach him, he would have taken history class more seriously. As the heavy wooden door swung open, it revealed a large classroom, walls covered with holy symbols of all kinds and all sorts of religious text of every creed and style.
Clearing his throat, Kyrus stepped in, tipping back his hood. The teacher (one Mrs. Yugsh, A.K.A. miss y) looked over disapprovingly at Kyrus and stepped forward. “Mr silvers. Late again.” She shook her head. Kyrus gave a light shrug followed by his usual smile. “Sorry miss. Not really a morning person.” As he took his seat, she scoffed. “Oh no, your not going to be able to smile your way out of this one.” She paced to the front of the class. “So, you will be the one to lead us on today’s subject.” Kyrus heaved a sigh. “fine. What are we studying today?” as she handed out the copies, she spoke clearly as all teachers do…
Now…
As the At once, kyrus’s eyes shot open and where filled with an almost inhuman determination. “It’s an immortal sapper spirit. A malevolent spirit that siphons health and strength like sand threw an hour glass. It is harmed by fire as well as healing magic and unless all the spirits in this place are all calmed or destroyed, it will continue to reform over and over every hour.” As he stepped forward, he began to focus his arcane energies, but hadn’t started the chant. He needed a target… “… the cold spot… move!” as he whispered in a unknown language (knowledge spellcraft, DC 15, or linguist DC 20) strange glowing runes began to swirl about him, all glowing red like no other common magic. He took a step back and shouted in ancient language.
“IGNICULUS”
(movement: 5 foot step back, action, cast true word, flame jet, selected on cold spot)
Ruiktheforgotten
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And with his incantation cast, Kyrus blasts the haunt at its core. All looks to be fine now, but then the temperature drops again, it looks as if kyrus was unable to destroy the haunt with just his power alone. The persistance of this haunt, shows just how powerful it actually is.
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Malounen Tiliney, human druid
Already feeling the temperature drop from the haunt, Mal twists the stopper from his siphon, holding it high and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping its magic is as effective as the texts indicated...
[sblock=spells prepared]Orisons (DC 15): Guidance, Create Water, Detect Magic
1st level (DC 16): Burning Disarm, Entangle, Hydraulic Push (CMB 7), Stone Fist (D)[/sblock]
Already feeling the temperature drop from the haunt, Mal twists the stopper from his siphon, holding it high and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping its magic is as effective as the texts indicated...
[sblock=spells prepared]Orisons (DC 15): Guidance, Create Water, Detect Magic
1st level (DC 16): Burning Disarm, Entangle, Hydraulic Push (CMB 7), Stone Fist (D)[/sblock]
Ruiktheforgotten
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As the haunt siphon does its job, the temperature in the room begins to rise back to normal, but suddenly it drops back down, going even lower then it was before. getting so cold so suddenly, people actually might hurt from this sudden change.
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