Welcome to Gaia! ::

After her arrival, and a short breather to regain her composure, Acorn would waltz in like she owned the place. "Seraphina! What's good?" she would say, waving with a broad swing of her arm. Looking to Morenth, and simply address him politely, "Kobold."

Jutting her thumb over her shoulder, Acorn would then state to the group, "There's some neato jars of blood n' stuff over here. Duren's totally into that sorta thing. He's not here though?"

She would fall silent, and tilt her head to one side as Morenth was unbolting the drake corpse.

"I... undnerstand why you wouldin wait for me, but isn't it a bit reckless to move in without Duren?"

While normally the shifter strolling in would have been a welcome sight to the dwarf-now-halfling, instead it only made the poor girl tense up. The realization of what had happened set in when Seraphina told her about the body she now inhabited, but having her cover so thoroughly blown was more than she could easily wrap her head around. It was a big enough deal that she still hadn't addressed it when the fuzzy one had come in. At least the break had given her the chance to catch her breath after that terrible blow she'd taken. With a soft cough she cleared her throat and admitted, "Um...I...I am Duren. For now though....please call me Max..."


Attack: -not used-
Minor: -not used-
Move: -not used-
Effects: Used 4 surges, back to full health

Seraphina looked down at Dur... Max with a confused look on her face. She still didn't get all this magic stuff, though someone being transformed by it wasn't something new to her. Hell, it's how she came to be. Shaking her head Seraphina moves to pick up the dagger that had been thrown at her and Valna's Blade.

To Acorn she would quickly respond. "I wouldn't recommend it. Last person to fall down there got eaten by... something." Seraphina half wondered if she had said "sure" if the shifter would have jumped.

Before skinning the beast, Seraphina examines the Falchion. Now, she had no way of telling if it was magical or not, but she was sure someone else would be able to tell. She holds it out to the rest of the group. "Can anyone tell if there's anything special to this? I'd hate to be carrying around some sort of cursed magical blade."

Looking into the gapping maw Acorn(and all else who looked down) could still hear the sound of something munching very loudly, but she would also notice the hole proceeded though additional 2 floors, at least as far as her vision could tell. On the ledge of the one right below her, saved by a piece of metal, hung a blood covered symbol of Bane and what appeared to be rope danging to the lower floors from an unknown fixed location in the room directly under them . A quick estimate would say it would be a difficult and risky maneuver to reach the lower floor from here, safely.

Acorn's physical stats were pretty good, actually! Her lowest stat was her intelligence!

Taking hold of the falchion, she would try to gauge the feel and weight of it, holding it in both hands as she did so. She would move the weapon closer to examine the steel, lifting her left hand to lightly caress it.

"You see, there's this neat trick with magic wepins, that if you throw one it malagicly returns to your hand. You can't just drop it though. Watch this!"

Turning to face the precipice of the hole in the floor, still near its edge, she would heft the sword over her head in preparation to throw the weapon into the hole.

Though not necessarily the strongest person in their group that she had previously made herself out to be, Max was certainly well versed with the more mystical side of things. She was grateful for the attention being focused away from her for the time being, giving the halfling girl a chance to get her bearings again, but soon, the situation required that she step in. Dusting herself off, the young one walked over to the others at the edge of the hole. In this form, she barely came up to Acorn's waist, but still held a small hand up expectantly. While a little agitated that the lizard lady had used her nickname for the fuzzy one, she didn't dwell on it. "Givit here," she said, grasping with her empty hand, "I'll lookit over."


Standard: Identify - Arcana Check (21)
Move: Go over to the others
Minor: -not used-

The blade appeared to be normal silver falchion, but the weapon was indeed also magical. In the shapeshifters hands the properties seemed to tug towards Acorn. In his knowledge this simple pull of energies indicated it preferred fresh targets...

Silver Challenge Seeker +1
Property; +1d6 damage to max hp units.