<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/59847f08447544b25c638d42431089ca/tumblr_nmb9gc2zBi1tk4029o5_540.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Piper Tillikwhistle</div><div class="spoiler_body"> NG Gnome Conjurer 2<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 17/17 || <strong>AC:</strong> 14 (13 touch, 12 FF) || <strong>CMD:</strong> 10<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +8 || <strong>Speed:</strong> 20'<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fort</em> +2, <em>Ref</em> +2, <em>Will</em> +4<br/><strong>Senses:</strong> Darkvision, Perception +1<br/><strong>Prepared Spells:</strong><br/>   0 - detect magic, ghost sound, ray of frost, mage hand<br/>   1 - obscuring mist (0), grease (1), summon monster I (0), color spray (1)<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Her scream was drowned out by the noise of carnage all around. That's pretty impressive,considering how big the gnome's mouth got, how shrill the cry was. The chasm opened below, and she fell. It wasn't until she had to take a breath halfway through the fall, that panic began to subside to the familiar pangs of curiosity. She looked up just in time to seethe magnificent wyrm's head get cleaved away - she cried out again, in dismay rather than blind panic. The rift sealed shut, and she was on the battered, up-turned ground below the cathedral.<br/><br/>The sudden muffling of sound, then quiet after the cacophony of earlier was more deafening than anything. a ringing tinnitus echo in her head, like a thousand dwarves all working silver inside her head. She gave it a shake, hard enough that her multi-hued hair stuck up and frizzed, blinking rapidly as her eyes re-adjusted to lightlessness. Just as someone cast a light spell. she squealed and threw her hands over her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"A little warning if-you-please!"</strong>she grumbles, climbing to her feet. The first thing she checks are a pair of books; one relatively cheap-looking, bound in flexible leather, sealed with a pair of knotted cords. The other is larger, heavier, evidently sized for human hands, hard-bound with brass inlay and vellum pages. The third thing she checks is a large pouch at her side. she lifts the flap and peers inside.<strong>"You okay in there? Hmmm? Poor thing. Don't worry, everything will be fine!" </strong>Her cheeks puff out as she blows a shaky breath.<strong>"That was <em>amazing</em>!"</strong>Despite the exited tone, there's nothing<em>jubilant</em>in it. Apparently it's amazing in the same way that seeing a tidal wave towering over you is amazing. or seeing an owlbear come out of nowhere and reduce the group's biggest warrior to cold cuts. Actually as she recalls, the cuts were pretty warm. It's funny the things you notice...<em>anyway</em>!<br/><br/>Assured her familiar was safe and sound, she then turns attention to the people she saved. Mostly saved. Helped saved. Was saved with. but she contributed. She has a participation ribbon, and she'll use it as a bookmark for today in her journal, after she makes it.<strong>"I don't think "quickly" is an option right now, miss Tirablade."</strong>She nibbles her plump lower lip.<strong>"And, not... not to be the cynic, but if it were, I think we might just end up worse than we are now."</strong>She paused, then after a moment,<strong>"<em>Everything-will-be-fine!"</em></strong>she exclaims in her very best not-very-convincing-yet-still-unsettlingly-cheerful tone.<br/><br/>Piper scrubs her hands together, face crinkling up as she looks around thoughtfully, pacing from one pile of rubble to the other, each step measured and precise. Hopefully the others think the gnome is doing some sort of important mental exercise, when in fact she's just trying to keep her nerves under control, and restrain certain tubes and apertures from their imminent desire to evacuate at an inopportune time. it takes a few minutes of quelling her queasy interior and anteriors before she actually starts plotting out a course of action.<br/><br/><strong>"Sir,"</strong>she addresses the elf,<strong>"You can't see it, but your face is bleeding very badly. It's a very unbecoming look, <em>and more to the point</em>, could possibly get worse. Please, let the lady tend your wounds?"</strong>She addresses this to Tirablade as well, just in case she might refuse help for a broken leg. Piper looks down at the bodies around them. She knows there is something practical that must be done... but she also knows these survivors are... uh...<del>sniffy stick-in-the-muds</del><em>morally upstanding.</em><strong>"These poor unfortunates... We can't let them go un-mourned. We're their last witnesses; their effects at the least ought to be brought back to their survivors, I think. Yes?"</strong>She glances around with her wide blue-green-sometimes-violet eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Now... cathedral basement or not, there are probably some things down here that aren't friendly. Big bugs, mostly? So we'll want to watch out for that. Can anyone besides me see in the dark?"</strong>She holds up a hand, glancing around.<strong>"If so, you should take the point in the tunnels, so the light spells don't give us all away, just in case there's something worse than fire beetles and big rats." </strong>She shifts her shoulder, unslinging a simple crossbow - little more than a stock and a spring steel with a linen cord. With some grunting effort she pulls and sets the string, though doesn't place a bolt yet. She sets about taking stock of their area.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I still have no idea what her familiar is. Blargh? It's Gnomedinger's familiar right now, good enough.<br/><br/>Also, going to toss out a Dungeoneering roll, just to try to get a grasp of what they're dealing with here, tunnel conditions, likely things that eat your face, and ambiant temperature...<br/>Dungeoneering: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74998)<br/></div></div>