Hylusi Quaternaros, Magus of Bleakpines
Magework Necromancer
Darkvision: 60ft
AC: 15 HP: 32/32 THP: 11
PP: 14 PIv: 14 PIs: 11
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
3/5 d6 HD
Arcane recovery 0/1
Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 3/3 2nd, 1/2 3rd
Fingerbone staff 4/10
Alchemical treats: 7/7 granting 3THP

Hylusi had thought about many potential outcomes of their journey across the milky way - ending on some burning plain, assailed by beasts; in a multiplanar city amid the crowds; even in some lunar ruins abandoned by reason and dwelling-place for the mad and monstrous.

She hadn't, admittedly, expected to be dumped into the unruly oversized ponds called an ocean. She had a brief moment to cast feather fall, but it wouldn't have helped.

Instead she hit the water and sank briefly before she slowly clawed her way to the surface, four arms giving her enough of a breaststroke to counteract the weight of soaked robes.

She was quietly pleased with herself for getting a resistant spell book.

Floating on the surface like a sullen oil slick, the Magus regarded the area, spotting the distant figure. Once everyone had bobbed to the surface (or sunk eternally into the depths) she gestured to the distant figure.

The advantage of telepathy is there wasn't a risk of water getting in your mouth when you were talking.

<Hark, a watcher. More limbs than the average - how curious. Be wary.>

Spoiler: OOC
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