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Topic: Death of a Best Friend
Subject: In Sympathy
I'm so sorry for your loss, Tann. We're all with you in this difficult time.
Posted on 2014-06-27 at 03:10:25.
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Topic: Welcome to the Dungeon
Subject: Men...
After the overgrown vermin broke his glare from hers, she watched the ratman begin to scuttle around the room twitching his nose about. The dark elf maintained her glare on the mongrel for a time before she stopped to spare a glower for each of the men in the room. There was something about their maleness that offended her. She had little understanding of why, but it offended her all the same.
Lor! L'nesstren ragarrl l'cuass'ili. Nind orn veldri jal nind ragar dal udossa. Udos z'klaen ragar ol ust!
The other drow spoke again and her yellow eyes widened at sense of those words. These men would surely seek to keep anything they discovered to themselves. Something deep within her would simply not allow another to so quickly gain the upper hand. Rising to her feet with renewed determination, the dark elf began to search the room with a zealous intensity.
((OOC: Search the entire room and pedestal, look in particular for secret doors.
Drow Translation: Look! The men search the room. They will hide whatever they find from us. We must find it first!))
Posted on 2014-06-26 at 23:12:23.
Edited on 2014-06-27 at 02:03:20 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Search search search
I've got my searching post up. Maybe once we have done that we should head back to town? Take Bartellus with us?
Posted on 2014-06-26 at 22:51:43.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: If it glows blue, pick it up!
The others quickly disbanded to search the fallen after her introduction. It was surely a wise decision, and so Sehanine too joined in the searching. Or rather, she set Bartellus to searching the bandits under her direction with the false promise of a share of the spoils. Attuning her fey senses to the pulsing vibrations of the magical world, she set out to find any glimmer of an enchantment hidden among the dead.
((OOC: Casts Detect Magic. Will be spending time over each corpse looking for magical auras. If she finds anything, she will instruct Bartellus to fetch it and give it to her, along with any coin/valuables on the bodies. She will attempt to identify strength of aura and school of magic for anything she finds. Also, she will retrieve her longsword.))
Posted on 2014-06-26 at 22:49:32.
Edited on 2014-06-28 at 14:46:44 by Nimu
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Ding Ding Ding!
That's right, totally bat shit! 
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 12:22:08.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Cinco!
And now you have five!
Also, as a clarification, the elf that she is talking to in my post can only be seen or sensed by her. It'll probably look like she is reacting to something that just isn't there.
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 04:42:06.
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Topic: Welcome to the Dungeon
Subject: Crazy
She felt the earth beneath her and the primal magick that emanated from its depths. With the passion of a lover it caressed her skin and danced with the dark magick that coursed through her veins. Caught between these twisting currents, she lay on the earth writhing in ecstasy.
WAKE UP
Like a cold snap, the hardness of the world slammed into her, jarring her yellow eyes open. The sudden presence of light burned in her vision drawing a hiss from her lips as she moved into a darker corner of the room. Clinging to the stone wall she blinked for a moment as her sensitive eyes adjusted to the horrid torchlight. It was a nasty thing and she barely resisted the urge to extinguish its flame and plunge the room into soothing darkness.
It was a spartan hole with nary a door or window to let in even a draft. How then had she come here? The thought was joined by the realization that she had not even the faintest glimmer of an answer. Searching within herself, the dark elf found a twin emptiness. There were no memories, no history, no self. She just simply was, a thought that she found oddly comforting. If there was nothing then it simply could become anything. Taking solace in this discovered freedom, the ebon skinned elf braved glancing into the brightness.
She was not alone. Four other bodies lay huddled around the room and were slowly beginning to stir. Just as with her own being, she had no memory of these creatures but found herself filled with an odd excitement and hungry curiosity.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Nin Nyx, vel'bol inbal dos alus lu'aslu udossa wund nin?
It was a familiar musical voice so much like her own, and yet she could not name who it belonged to. The woman who stood before her wore a face that was so much a mirror of her own, but there was no recognition within her mind. Still, she felt something stir within her, if not recognition, then warmth and love. That much was there even when she stared back at the drowess in confusion. Why did she keep saying Nyx? Was that her name?
As if in answer to her thought the woman raised a sardonic eyebrow. Ol kluthak dos inbal tlus kyo'feirys xunlar k'olah usst ssinssrigg, jhal Usstan wo naut ori'gato dos gotfrer uns'aa.
With those words her yellow eyes seemed to burn a bit brighter as if in promise of things to come. The pair stared into one another's twin faces for a time before turning their onto the others in the room. What a strange collection they were! The first to catch her eye was the diminutive kobold who confidently stepped forward to address them. She found it odd that such a humble creature would see fit to address her in so casual a manner. Not one in the room seemed to avert their eyes when she looked upon them. She could not say why, but it seemed unnatural to her. The kobold, the greying human, the uncanny dog man, and even the overgrown vermin all looked directly upon her. As she studied them in turn, she found the dark elven woman beside her smoldering with rage.
Cha'kohk! Nindolen usstan'sargh auflaqui lor ditronw a udossa xuil nau suidaim!
Those words cut into her mind and she found herself narrowing her own eyes as she returned their stares. One by one they banded together studying one another and seeking to puzzle out what spirited them away. Then the most wretched among them leered at her with mismatched eyes. Such ugliness should never have been allowed to grow!
He sneered at her showing pointed yellow teeth, "I know nothing. Let's ask her. She smells like a liar."
Sifsihlan jor!
The other woman's hiss mirrored her own rage. Meeting the wretched cur's glare she spat, "Oh yes! It was me who brought us to this place. I made sure there were no windows to enjoy your fetid stench all the more."
((OOC: Drow Translations:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now Nyx, what have you gone and gotten us into now"
"It seems you've been wiped utterly clean my love, but I won't let you forget me."
"Blasphemy! These arrogant curs look directly at us with no shame!"
"Nasty rat!"))
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 04:39:27.
Edited on 2014-06-25 at 12:26:02 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: I completely agree
Sehanine is wholly totally and completely for questioning Isiah. Get my vote for cleaning up too. She'll be doing the detect magic thing and sending Bartellus to fetch and what not - won't lift a finger herself. Will append my post with that later today.
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 19:00:27.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Who's got manacles?
Sehanine is probably not going to be down with outright killing him. Generally isn't her style. She's going to want to get whatever use she can out of him and then kick him to the curb.
One option I was thinking would be to bring him back to town in shackles and keep him in the basement. That way we don't have to risk blowing out cover too much.
Another thought would be to have him go and set up a meeting with Jaron. Charmed or no, he seems pretty gullible, and I'm sure the lot of us can come up with a story that will peak his interest.
Killing him is the cleanest option, but not necessarily the path I'd morally take. Of course, Sehanine is no angel and she'd hardly complain if he ended up dead without her knowledge. She just wouldn't want to get her hands dirty. Just some thoughts.
Posted on 2014-06-23 at 04:23:36.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Crossed my mind too...
I'll probably have Sehanine do a little detect magic dance in a bit.
The convo between Sehanine and bandit boo boo is up. He's going to be pretty helpful for a bit.
My intended plan o' action is to detect magic and loot any of that. Then deal with the bodies as we see fit. Debating whether to send him back to the big bad boss or take him with us and tie him up in the cellar. Thoughts?
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 18:18:54.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Look! Pookie can talk!
"Such a high price for a humble field of wheat," Sehanine intoned almost mournfully as she set her violet gaze to the bandit. "What could be worth such a cost?"
The man grimaced, his brow furrowed as he took a moment to survey the destruction Sehanine referred to. "Jaron didn't say nothin' 'bout none of you, ma'am." The man's words were respectful, though his upbringing seemed to lend a more ignorant tone. "Thought this one would have been a simple job really."
The faery nodded with understanding as the man spoke. Fingering a silver lock, her response came matter of factly, "It seems then, this Jaron may have lied to you. Just what was this job he sent you to do?"
The man paused, the thought of being lied to clearly bothering him for a moment. He seemed to dismiss the idea and shook his head before answering. "I can't see Jaron having a reason t'lie, ma'am, he seemed to want this done as much as anyone. 'Just get everything from t' hut and land, kill anyone who tries to stop you and we'll all be rich as kings', he said. Sounded like it was pretty important to him, don't ya think?"
Tilting her head, Sehanine pantomimed confusion. In truth, not much of an act was required. The sheer depth of credulity in this bedraggled simpleton rather amazed her. She let those sentiments lend authenticity to her words. "Rich as kings? All that from a field of wheat and a poor farmer's belongings? What could Isiah have that would be worth so much?"
"Ya know...he never did explain that..." the man's confusion seemingly more real than her own play-acting, "...he's always had the gold though, that does a fair bit o' explainin' for him, ya' see." The man began rubbing his chin, before his eyes widened with a sudden onset of remembrance. "Some weird folk were by the keep a few weeks past, cloak wearin' fellas, never saw their faces. Might have been their idea, I'm just along for the killin' as always."
Sehanine kept her expression still at the mention of the clandestine cloaked forms. While it was clear this disheveled tough didn’t know much more on the subject, an intuitive sense told her this was the answer she sought. Whoever these cloaked figures were, there could be little doubt that they pulled at the strings of something greater. As she had suspected all along, there was far more at play than what lay on the surface. With this in mind Sehanine watched the man before her for any other nuggets he might let slip.
The smile spread across his scarred face as he mentioned killing, a stark reminder that no matter how friendly he was under the compulsion of her magic, his heart remained black. "Do you want me to ask Jaron 'bout bringin' you lot into the crew?", he looked over at the pile of his former comrades, "I get the feeling we're going to need some new recruits."
A wicked smile spread across Sehanine's face at the possible chaos of such a thing. "Oh that is a lovely idea. Perhaps you should. Tell me, my man, what is your name? And what can you tell me of Jaron?"
"Must not be from around here," the man looked her up and down, taking just a little too long to not be inappropriate, "...shoulda figured that, the look a' ya' I've not seen in these parts." His wry smile indicated that that smattering of words sufficed for a pick-up line wherever he was raised.
"Jaron's the boss around here." The statement was very matter-of-fact. "Knows who to bribe to keep the watch away, and knows who to rob to keep the coin flowing. Ya' should meet him sometime, he'd like you...", again he looked her over, "...we don't get many of yer' kin 'round here."
"I, myself am Bartellus, brother er-", he hesitated, looking at the body of another bandit still lying on the ground not far away from the conversation, "...former brother of Bartello. Looks like the smarter brother too, eh?"
The man dipped into a mock bow as he introduced himself, made even less serious by his inability to suppress a tiny chortle at the expense of his now dead sibling.
A shocked rage burned within Sehanine at the man’s nonchalance over the death of his own brother. Her people deeply valued the ties of blood and the passage of any life was a somber matter. To see such a cavalier response to death, even to that of a short-lived human, shocked her elven sensibilities. This man was truly a wretched creature. Still, Sehanine needed him yet, and beguiled though he was, his will remained his own. Burying the disgust and rage, Sehanine smiled sweetly, this dance of intrigue was not yet over.
"Ah, Jaron is the boss," she cooed, "I really would love to meet him sometime, we have much to talk about. Can you tell me anything else about him? Where might I be able to find him?"
"And Bartellus, it is well met indeed. Please call me Leilieroolalerialalouo. It is the name I use among my people, there are few in this land who know it." Sehanine lied flatly, collaging together every stereotypical elvish syllable into an alias that would be utterly unpronounceable to a human tongue. She was going to have play nice, but there was no reason she couldn’t entertain herself in the process. With a practiced ease Sehanine feigned sincerity as she accepted his pathetic bow. "While I am sorry to hear that your brother is among the fallen, you would be right. You most certainly are the smarter of the two. What of your other companions, what can you tell me of them?"
"M'lady Leilil...la...rooolal...la.", Bartellus stumbled over the cluster of syllables as he tipped his head. "There's not much left to tell, I guess, be'n they're all dead now. Marcus over there," he gestured at the bearded man who had briefly dropped Tristan, "he was always one of Jaron's favourites, been working for him longer than me anyway. Did a stretch in the pillories with Gregor over there...and Jak..."
Bartellus droned on a bit longer, his stories containing nothing in the way of information save for the fact that all the men that had attacked the Favoured were criminals or otherwise unwelcome in polite society. His descriptions spared no small detail however, and the Favoured could rest easy knowing that each of the men they'd faced had truly deserved their fate.
"...and Bootz...well he was new I think, came by the keep about a month ago, liked his gold a bit more than he liked his wife or something I heard." Bartellus finally took a breath, concluding his largely indecent recounting of his former comrades. "But that's where you'd need to go if you wanted to find Jaron then. That old keep about's a day's ride."
He gestured over to the southwest, his finger tracing a path down towards some sparse tree cover and over some interlacing hills.
"Hold's older than anything I ever seen, solid though. Jaron said it had been dwarf or something? Can't remember. Can give you the tour fer sure, though. Might even be a enough space for me to have m'own bunk now..." Bartellus looked over at Sehanine, raising an eyebrow in a way that left no mystery as to his intent.
Watching the thug's jabbering jaw and lascivious eyebrow brought her to the decision that she was going to geld him when this was all over. His chattering was useful, but there was no denying he was a vile creature, and beyond that, he stunk.
With a coy smile held firmly in place, Sehanine met his lecherous gaze, "Oh your own bunk! You must be highly ranked indeed. You'll have to give me a tour of the whole place. That Hold must be full of traps, and I bet Jaron keeps it well guarded. Right?"
Bartellus beamed momentarily. "I don't know 'bout traps ma'am, would be pretty stupid to live in a keep full of traps, especially when there's a few lads about to keep it safe." He paused as if considering what he just said, "Jaron is cautious though, and there's some rooms he keeps locked up...not sure about those."
"How right you are, Bartellus!" Sehanine's false praise left her lips dripping with saccharin. "Silly me thinking that an old dwarven hold would be have traps. Does Jaron keep a lot of men around to guard the place? More folks like yourself and Marcus?"
The man nodded. "Not sure how many, not everyone stays around long. Place isn't empty too much though. Not that Jaron needs much help in dealing with people. Dragged a body out for him once. Wasn't pretty."
"All that strength and he sent you all after a farmer? This farm really doesn't seem like much. I wonder what Jaron wants with it?" the elf inquired.
Bartellus shrugged, "Had us all disguised and the like? Maybe didn't want people knowing what's up? Like I said, coin was all the 'splaining I needed."
"Yes, I imagine it would be good to keep your plans a secret. We should probably clean things up here, so nobody is the wiser. Wouldn't want any folks in town figuring out what you're up to... Perhaps you could help us take care of things here?"
Sehanine set the beguiled tough to dragging the closest fallen man over to the others. As Bartellus hauled the corpse over towards the front of Isiah’s hut, she approached her companions wearing a sly smile. “At long last it’s over. You’re all a bloody mess.” Sehanine stood before the crew meeting each of their faces with a twinkling gaze. “This is Bartellus. He’s kindly offered to help clean up this mess. Such a darling man…”
((this collab brought to you by Nimu and the great bearded one))
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 18:15:21.
Edited on 2014-06-22 at 18:19:17 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Useful! USEFUL!!!
I... I... I... thought that was hilar! Great postings so far. We really are a depraved bunch 
Busy day today but working on my interrogation of dear pookie. Should be all set after one or two more questions.
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 02:48:48.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: right-o
1 - Shouldn't be a problem, but there may be some very short posts now and again.
2 - Thought combat went fine. I'm always one for flexibility, but no complaints.
3 - Always, and wheat.
Posted on 2014-06-21 at 01:05:53.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Ah well...
I guess dear pookie is going to have to come with us back to town. or get hog tied somewhere...
Posted on 2014-06-20 at 03:22:12.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon
Subject: Well well well...
Alright, you've piqued my interest. I'll look things over a PM you a character concept. How do you feel about imaginary friends?
Posted on 2014-06-19 at 21:04:25.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: What to do with my new pet?
Post is up. Doing the friendly interrogation bit. Wondering how you handle charm spells. When the spell runs out is it possible he will still consider her a friend (with perhaps a bit less blind devotion) or will he realize that he had been charmed for a time? Debating what to do with him.
Posted on 2014-06-19 at 20:10:26.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Pookie! That's a good pookie!
With the others focused on crossing swords, Sehanine was all but forgotten. The clatter of steel against steel continued to ring out through the night and its song provided ever more cover for the invisible fey. She sought another who had been forgotten. By her count one of the thugs was missing and that just wouldn't do...
Like a cat she stalked unseen through the night, her elven eyes seeking her prey. Even in the dark of night she could see clearly and it did not take her long to find the human tough hiding among the rustling wheat. He thought himself hidden away, but his bulk disturbed the pattern of the field. To her eyes it shone out like a beacon. Unsuspecting and unaware, he would soon be hers.
The song of war had never enticed her, not like the art of trickery and subterfuge. Long ago she learned to beguile those around her and twist their minds to her will. The subtle combination of magic and intrigue could turn even the most hated of enemies into a wholly devoted ally. Swaying this thug into her fold would prove far more valuable than adding another casualty to the pile of bodies. Letting the shimmering curtain of invisibility fall, Sehanine moved in closer. She reappeared before him as if moonlight had been made flesh. With fey magic coursing through her, the elven witch struck out and let the power that was her heritage sink into his mind. A faint haze filled the man's eyes and his face quickly took on the gaze of trust and adoration. Her charm had fully taken hold.
Hesitantly he looked about and whispered, "Is it safe to come out yet? Are they all gone?"
Sehanine smiled reassuringly as she moved further behind the farmer's hut so as to keep them both hidden from her companions. The time would come to alert them to the man, but first she would get answers to the questions that gnawed at her mind. She desperately wanted to know why.
Still smiling, the elf spoke in a calming tone, "All will be well, man of mine. You will be safe by my side, I will not let them do a thing to harm you." Sehanine paused to give the thug an encouraging smile and then looked mournfully back towards the battle remnants.
"Such a high price for a humble field of wheat," Sehanine returned her violet gaze to the bandit and continued. "What could be worth such a cost?"
((OOC: Sehanine will bate her new found friend into a bit of revealing conversation. In addition to Bandit 8's name, she will be trying to find out why they came after this farm, who Jaron is and what he wants, and anything else she can about Isiah and his farm. It will be a conversation held in a friendly tone (maybe with a slight touch of seduction). ))
Posted on 2014-06-19 at 20:06:27.
Edited on 2014-06-19 at 20:07:24 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Imma build a wheat castle
STUBBORN! The admonition screamed through her mind as she watched the barely living Tristan jump up brandishing his bloody rapier. He closed the distance to the nearest thug in a heartbeat and struck out. It seemed the man had a twisted fondness for bleeding out. Shaking her head, Sehanine let her violet eyes linger on the man's elven bracers. If Tristan's new found heroics earned him a second evisceration, then she would be taking those bracers of his hands as payment for the second elixir she'd have to force feed him.
Mortals and their damnable heroics.
The thought brought a slight smile to her lips as she moved her invisible form away from the fighting and into the cover of the wheat field. Sehanine had every intention of lending a hand but she would be sure not to stick out her neck in the process. Invisible and all but forgotten, the fey elf crouched in the forest of wheat and let her sharp eyes take in the scene before her. Few of their enemies remain and the sooner they picked them off the better.
Once again eldritch power danced at her fingertips. Focusing the fey magic into a bead of force, Sehanine flung out a hand and let her spell fly.
((OOC: Moves as far into the wheat field as she can and still keep the enemy targets in range. Casts Magic Missile to target Bandit 8 and the leader. If Bandit 8 is dead both bolts on the leader. If for some blessed reason the leader is dead Sehanine will remain invisible and head toward Bandit 2 with Charm Person in the horizon. Oh, and if perchance the leader decides to yield, it'll be charm person time. In any case, just let me know if I need to edit my action post))
Posted on 2014-06-17 at 19:43:31.
Edited on 2014-06-18 at 00:10:58 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Bloody, Human Idiot
The battle still raged around her. For now it seemed the bandits were too occupied by Malachi to notice her, not that they would have seen anything even if they deigned to look. His body leapt and twisted in a formidable dance of death. Assuming he kept the pace, it promised to keep the nefarious men occupied while she funneled a potion down Tristan's throat.
When the whirling dervish that was Malachi came within earshot, Sehanine leaned forward and hissed, "Malachi!" Hushed in a whisper her voice still crack like a whip. "I've got Tristan, just keep poking those twits full of holes. Eventually they'll spring a leak that will bleed them dry."
Sehanine hoped desperately that there would not be a response. There were of course no guarantees. In her time walking among mortals, she had come to find that humans were a dim witted lot and the man that lay before her was right now at the top of that list. There he lay, soaking the earth with more and more of his lifeblood, a warning to every would-be hero of the steep price of honor.
Human Idiot.
She continued to silently berate the man as she pulled out the healing tincture. The small glass phial was cold in her hand and felt frightfully similar to Tristan's skin. He did not have much time.
Human Idiot.
The fey elf quickly grabbed her rival by the back of the head. Human. With a fistful of his hair she yanked back hard. Idiot. Tristan's mouth fell open and Sehanine filled it with the enchanted liquid as she gently massaged his throat. Human Idiot. Color slowly returned to his ashen face and the elf exhaled a breath she did not realize she had been holding.
Leaning down, Sehanine brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, "Enough with the heroics. Just lay there and heal yourself. And you're welcome... human idiot."
((OOC: Still invisible. Whispers to Malachi and force feeds Tristian a potion of Cure Light Wounds))
Posted on 2014-06-10 at 16:40:59.
Edited on 2014-06-10 at 16:41:53 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: but... but... but...
Kind of figured that was the case. I am pouting nonetheless.
Posted on 2014-06-09 at 00:04:12.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Peek-a -boo!
Can't see me! I'll be pouring a healing potion down Tristan's throat this round. She wouldn't also be able to take the bracers too, would she? Just planning out the actions...
Posted on 2014-06-08 at 15:42:19.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: I didn't say you could die! I'm not done yet!
What seeds would grow from the ground of sacrifice? As her own attack was brushed aside, Sehanine could do little more than watch as Tristan fell. The once tall man now lay in a crumpled heap and there was blood, an ever growing pool that soaked deep into the earth. it was an unfathomable amount of blood, and the fey elf found herself wondering how humans had so much blood.
Sehanine was surprised at the intensity of her own horror. Had not her own hand poured poison into the man's cup? At their first introduction she had poisoned Tristan, and she had thought herself fully capable of doing it again should the need arise. Somehow, over the course of their shared rivalry, a genuine fondness for the goateed man had grown within her. It had slipped in without her notice, but it was there all the same. The thought that a similar sentiment might rest in him did not escape her.
Like any fey being, Sehanine's capricious nature lent her to bouts of impulsivity. It seemed a rather odd thing for one whose lifespan stretched out across millennia to be prone to impulsive action. Yet, to be at once contemplative and rash was the nature of the faerie folk. And so, there was no hesitation, action simply followed thought. After all, she could not simply let him die.
Moonlight bathed the scene in its pale light and she drew upon its eldritch power. Wrapping herself in its mysteries, Sehanine faded away and seemed to vanish into the night. Hidden from sight she moved out from the forest of wheat and made haste to Tristan's side.
Kneeling beside him, Sehanine laid an invisible hand on his barely rising chest. She was no healer, but here and now, the potions she carried would be just as effective as any priestly prayer. They were quite expensive and that thought lead her eyes to the elven bracers on Tristan's wrists.
((OOC: Casts Invisibility on herself and runs over to kneel right by Tristan's side))
Posted on 2014-06-06 at 21:33:43.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: He'll live damn it!
I'd have to agree with Chessic. In this case might be best to use Mal to continue fighting off the bandits, despite his being closer than Sehanine. He's outnumbered at the moment, but he's also a pretty good killing machine. Sehanine can go invisible, administer the potion, and if need be hide Tristan with invisibility too. Might be the best use of our skills considering the situation.
Considering their history, it makes sense for Sehanine to do it (and then take the coveted bracers). There's a thought...
Posted on 2014-06-02 at 23:31:59.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Jeez, indeed...
I think I'm going to have Sehanine go invisible and then run to Tristan to pour a potion of cure light wounds down his throat. That all will probably take two rounds. How long does he have to bleed out?
Also, just for future reference, was the mage hand attack with the sword just a bad roll? Or was it so negatively modified that I should just forget about it in the future?
Posted on 2014-06-01 at 14:05:00.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: IT WILL WORK, IT WILL!
Schnozzle, the latter is correct. She is sending the blade into the fray with Tristan and Mal, but targeting the leader. I can have her attack Bandit 4 with you two, if you think that would help, but I REALLY want to keep that leader occupied.
Posted on 2014-05-30 at 01:27:26.
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