Alora darling, Tiaxina believes you should run and get Xzara's robe for Imoen to wear. It may not do much for her, but atleast she can retain some dignity.
Sarevok's huge burliness makes Xan turn away and look for something else to think about, for lack of another term. He wants to say something to Imoen, but any approach would be pointless. There would be no use in pursuing such a creature and no hope of winning her, even if he were foolish enough to pursue. Fate was a crueler mistress than he'd even divined, which was a thoroughly disheartening thought.
Alora runs back and gets Xzara's Robe. It's kinda bloody and covered in poison, but mostly intact. When Imoen puts it on, you can see that she's, um, more muscular than Xzara was, and fills out the robe much, much better- so much so that it's almost indecent, with the holes from the spikes. Thankfully, the cloak covers those so that she isn't inadvertantly flashing the rest of the party.
Xan's brain was fighting between urgest to peek and a healthy fear of the burly warrior evil man. Fortunately, he was one of the wise and, therefore, the brain won out. Even though it was pointless to resist, or to even think, which was a bit ironic.
Go to hell Kivan, then tell me if I can loosen up. No matter what I do, I return there, I seem fated now to death and rebirth eternal for my grievances. It is as if the Lady of Pain herself has found a way to torment me in this realm. I recall a life, one where your arrows pierced me a dozen times. I remember another where my sword sundered you in half but yet others finished the job and my body decayed to dust.
Always my life ends in misery, except for one small gift, given freely. Now I try to right my wrongs, but I still feel the drive, that essence in me that seeks chaos and destruction. That essence of me echoes in this tomb. This place is more evil than any of us can ever fathom.
Xan maybe right, it is hopeless to continue... but the miracle we just experienced says we must continue, some other force leads us on. My next death approaches, I am ready to proceed.
"It's still just me." Imoen blushes a bit as she dons the robe, but once it's on, she starts to move more confidently, winking knowingly at Xan as he tries not to peek and fails.
*Tiaxina whispers into Imoen's ear* It seems the boys are mighty fond of you now that they have seen the little girl is all grown up under her clothes, Tiaxina can understand why, you are not half bad looking, a little tall perhaps. Now rest. Tiaxina plans to fix you up, good as new.
*Tiaxina begins casting cure moderate wounds on Imoen* (under the assumption she is still pretty beat up)
@Awong124 because Kivan is strong enough to hold Sarevok at bay...
Xan begins considering Tenser's transformation and improved haste, just in case the big beast has a protective streak toward the awfully pretty young thing...
All his knowledge, and, yet, Xan didn't think of such a thing. It only reminded him how pointless it was to think of such things as... Well, females. They were trouble and anything with them was bound to end badly. Such was the way of things, leaving him feeling hollow. As it should be, of course, as it was easier not to get disappointed by the harshness of the world when it was such...
OOC: Can we get an update on the vats situation? and if I have any pole at all left? And in a moment of Roll-playing, how low my hit points are, before I do something stupid like stick my arm into a vat of acid to pull out a "key"?
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Always my life ends in misery, except for one small gift, given freely. Now I try to right my wrongs, but I still feel the drive, that essence in me that seeks chaos and destruction. That essence of me echoes in this tomb. This place is more evil than any of us can ever fathom.
Xan maybe right, it is hopeless to continue... but the miracle we just experienced says we must continue, some other force leads us on. My next death approaches, I am ready to proceed.
*Tiaxina begins casting cure moderate wounds on Imoen* (under the assumption she is still pretty beat up)
Xan begins considering Tenser's transformation and improved haste, just in case the big beast has a protective streak toward the awfully pretty young thing...
Here, I think it'll be large in you, but should cover you better than a bloodied piece of cloth.
EDIT: Added adjective