CELESTIAL SUMMONS - GM Angelina's Campaign

Game Master Lady Firedove

"We are, all of us, angels with only one wing, and only by embracing each other can we learn how to fly."


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Female 1/4 Angel Dream Messenger

"You have been chosen."

This thought echoes in your mind and spirit.

The lovely woman appeared to you a second time in another dream. She said you had been deemed worthy of the mission and she asked you to answer the call to help. She said you and others were being called together to solve a mystery and to right a great wrong. Something about her made you want to help her and trust her.

If you agreed to answer the call, she asked you to quickly wrap up your local affairs and travel to a town named Vigilant on the Eastern border road of the Kingdom of Theramark. She said to go to the Green Tree Inn on the Summer Solstice at noon to meet Eli and the others.

"Get to know them. They will be your allies in this quest. Strange as some may seem, each of them bears a good heart and a noble spirit. And besides ... they're your extended family, in a sense. You might as well start off on the right foot with them. ... Stay at the Inn that night, and I will share more with you in another dream. ... and, thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate you."

You make your way from your homeland to Theramark and arrive in the town of Vigilant on the Summer Solstice. You find the Green Tree Inn and ask about meeting someone named Eli. You are quickly pointed to a thick curtain drawn across a large doorway to a side room. When you pull aside the curtain, you enter a room with a single very large oval table. Standing at the head of the table on the far side of the room is a tall man wearing a strange stone mask. He nods at you and motions for you to be seated. There are already several other people seated here in silence. Bowls of fruit, loaves of bread, and hunks of meat and cheese on platters fill the center of the table, along with pitchers of watered-down wine and mugs. Some of the seated people have begun munching or drinking, but no one speaks yet. People eye each other warily or curiously, but everyone seems to be waiting for something.

Over the next few minutes, several more people arrive. Although everyone who arrives looks quite different from the others, everyone seems... distinctive in some way. It's hard to pin down precisely how. Finally, when no one else seems to be arriving, the man in the stone mask nods and speaks...

POSTING REQUESTS:

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CAMPAIGN SETTING:

The World:

The world is called "The World." Why would anyone bother calling it anything else? You have been summoned to leave your homeland and travel to a town named Vigilant on the Eastern border road of the Kingdom of Theramark (one of the Allied Kingdoms).
On the Summer Solstice, you're supposed to go to the Green Tree Inn (run by Bob and Alice Treekeep) at noon to meet Eli.

You can describe and name your own homeland, if you would like to do so. You can even name it after a place in Golarion or another published setting if you would like to quickly evoke that flavor. However, GM Angelina reserves the right to veto, adapt, or add to your setting descriptions for this game.
If you plan to specify, please add any invented or imported homeland place name/description to your character alias profile in a separate section for ease of GM perusal. This is completely unnecessary if you prefer to be more vague about your past location.

Divinity, Fiends, and Spirits:

Pretty much everyone knows God created everything originally. There's more debate about just how active He/She is in the World now. Some believe the Almighty is ever-present. Some consider God much more distant. However, the power of Clerics, Paladins, and such definitely comes from somewhere, and it certainly seems to be God.

Also, the existence of the Celestial Host is undeniable (by all but the most uneducated or isolated of peoples.) Powerful celestial entities (known by most mortals as Angels) are occasionally active in various places in the World, and these Angels certainly speak of God as a singular, all-powerful, entity of pure goodness who nevertheless supports the free will of mortals in the World.

Mortal religion is mostly divided into Churches of various Saints. Certain extraordinary mortal, celestial, or mixed mortal/celestial individuals (Half-celestials, Aasimars, etc.) who were influential in the World gained Church followings. The theology, practices, and preferences of each of these Church groups reflect the life of the Saint they revere. Different Churches honoring different Saints coexist more-or-less peacefully, sometimes joining forces to combat evil cults and such.

Fiends of various power levels also exist and sometimes do great damage in the World. It is supposed that the powers/spells/abilities of cultists and evil clerics (who are most definitely illegal pretty much everywhere law exists) come from the most powerful of these Fiendish entities.

Finally, there also exist various nature spirits and such, who are occasionally worshiped by tribal peoples and other remote groups.

So, there's only one God, and God is good. But, the variety of Saints and their followers explain the variety of domains, codes, favored weapons, etc. that are available in the World.
If Church or Religion is important to your character, feel free to declare them a follower of, for example, Saint Sarenrae or Saint Gozreh or Saint Callistria. Your character could be a member of the Church of Saint Sarenrae (or whoever) and then use the published domains, favored weapons, etc. for worshipers of the deity Sarenrae from Golarion (or whatever setting your chosen god-->Saint originally came from.) Alternately, you can invent a Saint Whatchamacalitalita who gave roses to the poor and saved cute animals from abuse, then choose appropriate domains and such to fit that life story.
Just make sure to add any invented or imported Saints to your character alias profile in a separate section for ease of GM perusal. (GM Angelina reserves the right to modify such information for the purposes of this game.) This is completely unnecessary if you wish for your character to just generally worship (or ignore) God without a specific Church or role-model Saint.

Languages:

Well, everyone who's anyone in the Allied Kingdoms and most surrounding countries speaks Common. Some isolated peoples have their own tribal languages. So do weird secret societies like Druids. Those funny non-human races like elves and dwarves and such also have racial languages. Pests like goblins and kobolds have racial languages, too. The Celestial Host speaks Celestial, of course, and Fiends speak Fiendish. According to legend and those few who have survived meeting one, dragons supposedly speak Draconic, which is also the language of some strange ancient magical stuff.

For the purposes of this game, each of your characters should speak Common. Those who are aasimars will also speak Celestial, unless you swapped that out to be a Scion of Humanity or something else. If you are a non-human based aasimar or a non-human, non-aasimar race, you can assume you know the racial language of your people, if one exists (Elven, Catfolk, Sylvan for Kitsune, etc.). If you have an intelligence score bonus or put ranks into linguistics, you can choose Celestial, Fiendish, Draconic, various racial languages, or your own invented tribal languages or similar. If you invent languages, please add a separate section in your alias profile describing them for ease of GM perusal.


male Aasimar Bloodrager 2 | AC: 16, T: 12, FF: 14 | HP: 24/24 | Fort: +5, Reflex: +2, Will: +0 | CMB: +2 (currently +4), CMD: 14 (currently 16) | Init: +2 | Perception: +0 | Sense Motive: +5 | <Current: Dexterity 14 of 14>

The masked man paces a bit, stops back at his chair, and looks around.

"Greetings." he says, in a flat monotone, though one that's clearly accented, "I'm sure you're all wondering, at least to some extent, what you are doing here. It's a valid question. One that, to some extent, I share. This," he gestures to... his face?..., "is Calm."

Doffing the mask, the face of a handsome young man is revealed, bearing a radiant smile. "And I," he says, winningly, "am Eli."

His face, extremely expressive, transforms into a small frown. "I honestly know little more than you." He muses for a moment, then transforms into a friendly lecturer. "From what I can tell, we were all called here for a 'mission' of some sort, promised that it would be for 'the cause of good', and directed here, to Vigilant. The short version of what to do next is: eat, get to know each other, sleep, and dream. We should all be well-informed of what we need to know by tomorrow." He smiles, ruefully, "... at least... that is what I am told. I honestly don't know whether to believe her or not. The Innkeepers certainly seem to. And they have some sort of history - no, I don't know the specifics -" he holds up a hand, smiling wryly and warding off questions, "but that's not really the important thing. I can't find a reason to distrust her, and would like to hear her out."

His face softens, traces of wryness or ruefulness vanishing, "To that end, I suggest we all enjoy the rest of today, get to know each other, and sleep this evening in rooms, payed for, generously enough, by our mysterious benefactor. Sound good?" he looks around for nods of affirmation. Then, he speaks again.

"To start us off: I'm Eli. I've outlived my parents and my younger sibling, and seem to be the same age as that sibling's child. I'm a failed would-be mayor, not much of an innkeeper (at least in my village), and a craftsman with no examples of my craft. I'm from the Embishiu people - the tribes to the south west of here - from a near-border village, at least, most recently. I learned common from the merchants that stayed in our home, and I learned goblin - and fiendish - from the old ruins from which I acquired Calm. And," he switches to another language,

If you speak Celstial:
"I learned this from listening to the choirs in my dreams."

Though spoken aloud, the voice has a musical quality and the words almost seem to be heard within your minds and spirits. His face nearly shining with joy, he picks up his mask, and places it back on, hiding his features and emotions, instantly.

Returning to regular common, and a regular-sounding voice (save for the flat monotone), he asks, "So... who's next." looking around.


Male Human Paladin (scion of talmandor) 5 / Inquisitor 2 |

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Detective Cernan's on the case! *** M Aasimar (Emberkin) Arcanist (White Mage) 2 *** Party-at-a-Glance Spreadsheet

GM Dream Question:

Cernan has two questions for his dream.

The first, naturally, is, "Who are you, and why should I trust you?"

The second: "And what am I supposed to become?"

"Cernan Olmeric," replies a man in sturdy robes, removing a wide-brimmed travelers' hat. "Investigator. Scholar. Magic, mystery, 'n miracles. I might be a bit old f'r this crowd... but if you think we need to be reminded to eat, Eli... well, sad to say I'm not quite distracted enough with excitement to forget about all that."

"Sure, this is all a very interesting prospect. But I hope I can say I've got the wisdom to not skip a good meal, and I hope I can say that about the rest of you 's well."


Male Muse-Touched Aasimar Shaman 2 [HP: 18/18 AC: 16/12/14 F:1 R:2 W:6]

Another whitehair stands after Cernan finishes. "Poterol Leafblown, but formality is not necessary." The man does look older in his faded vestments, but still hale and tan of skin. "I come from elven blood, but it has been long past when I left them. I'm a bit of a scholar, a bit of a teacher, and a bit of an everythingman." He chuckles disarmingly. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm to many things to be too much of anything. But as we are all here for the same vision, there's no reason to hold back now, hmm? Friends and comrades can be forged sometimes from the most simple things, and as our comrade said, good food brings the separate many together!"

He sits after his speech, grabs an apple from a bowl, and holds it up for all to see. Then, smiling, he crunches into it heartily.


Male Human Paladin (scion of talmandor) 5 / Inquisitor 2 |

In walks a boy, barely a man by normal standards. His face has a five 'o clock shadow. He has a sack on his back, a dagger or two (or four) in various places on his person.

He looks around, but never makes eye contact with anyone, necessity as he views it.

He eats a few bites, but then tries to palm some to give to the less fortunate later.

sleight: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

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F Human Weather Witch 1 | HP:17 | Armor:1 | XP:7 | Damage:d4 | Str:0 | Dex:+2 | Con:+1 | Int:+2 | Wis:0 | Cha:-1 |

Before Inn:
It was a small arena in which the young woman fought. It was difficult for her to be taken seriously and schedule matches at the larger ones in the cities.

Her opponent was a large, brutish-looking fellow that stood at least two feet above her. He had found that she was up to the task of fighting him. In fact, the fight was all but over. He was being stubborn though, refusing to acknowledge it. Two more strikes with her claws brought him to his knees so that he was only inches taller than her now. Two more and he was on all fours. She stepped to his side and he looked up at her as she raised her fist. She paused in her motion. "You really are her. I thought you'd be bigger, witch." It was that last word, spit out like an epithet, that fueled her punch. She hadn't meant to hit him that hard. The rest of it, well, they always said that.

The few in the crowd that had bet on her cheered wildly. The odds had been very good. Her prize money was going to be significant. She waved over the healers.

In an instant, everything was gone; the crowd, the arena, the unconscious opponent, everything. There was just warm light surrounding her. She turned around and saw Her, the woman who had led her out of the mist. A tear escaped at the memory. The young woman stepped back and kneeled.

"You have been chosen." It did not seem as if the spirit woman had spoken, but the words were heard all the same. An image flashed into the young woman's mind of an inn sign, a tree on it, painted green. She knew where to go. "Get to know them. They will be your allies in this quest. Strange as some may seem, each of them bears a good heart and a noble spirit. And besides ... they're your extended family, in a sense. You might as well start off on the right foot with them. ... Stay at the Inn that night, and I will share more with you in another dream. ... and, thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate you."

The young woman stood and clapped her fist to her chest. "My word given, I come."

As soon as the words were spoken, she found herself back in the arena. The crowd was cheering louder now and one of the healers was in front of her, looking horrified. She looked down to see that she was standing on her fallen foe's back, fist on heart. She took a moment to comprehend the moment, and then raised her fist in the air. The crowd noise reached another level. The scene was only going to enhance her reputation.

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A young, petite woman sits at the table. Her long white hair covers part of her face including one of her eyes. The eye that is revealed is golden, and she has no trouble meeting your gazes. She is eating, her plate containing more food than you would expect for a woman of her stature. It has some cheese and fruit, but mostly consists of meat that she is delicately shredding with her nails.

Elysium "Eli" Blackdun wrote:
"but that's not really the important thing. I can't find a reason to distrust her, and would like to hear her out."

This draws a response from the young woman. In a melodious and certain voice, she says, "She can be trusted." It isn't said in a challenging or interrupting manner, but simply as a statement of fact. She continues eating.

The conversation travels around the table and eventually comes to her. After a moment, she realizes that people are expecting her to speak. She wipes her mouth delicately with her cloth napkin. She flicks her hair back and stands, though not gaining much height as a result. For a brief moment, you can see that her eyes are mismatched, the hidden one is a deep blue. She claps her fist to her chest.

"Shyness. I fight. The Lady calls, I come. A debt is owed." Her gruff demeanor and musical voice are in such contrast that some may find it comical. She sits back down and resumes eating.


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

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Female Aasimar (Lawbringer) Inquisitor 2 [ HP: 19/19] | AC: 19 T: 12 FF: 17 | F: +6 R: +2 W: +6| Init: +4 Perc: +7 ]

A short, slender but hardened, woman stands from her seat at the table, pulls her hood away revealing old burn scars that scorched up her neck and onto much of the side of her head. She speaks at her opportunity, just after another sip of liquid courage. She takes a hardy drink of her wine, GULP.

Chaplain of Arms here, pleasure to meet so many promising individuals. Everyone can just call me Chaplain, or Chap. She inhales sharply with a grin and the beginning of an awkward laugh; at what seems to be a joke?

She stands quietly for what seems like an eternity, to her, before quickly sitting back down. A flush of warmth passes over her as her nerves calm with the passing moment.

That probably seemed strange. Oh well, back to enjoying this fine drink that somehow passes for wine.


M Aasimar Hunter (Divine Hunter) 2 | HP 22/22 | AC 17 (14FF/13T) | F+5, R+6, W+3 | CMD 16 | Init +3 | Perc +7

Settling into his chair at the corner of the table, a strange thought crosses Marius's mind: maybe he's at the wrong table? Aside from one or two individuals who looked younger than even he, Marius was among a few venerable travelers. Scholars, craftsmen, mayors! Did he have a right to sit among them?

Of course, he tells himself. He'd heard the call - just like these folks. Clearing his throat, Marius leans forward onto the table. "I agree that our host can be trusted. Free food and bed, without so much as a real demand on any of us? She's either the worst thief upon this world, or the trustworthy sort." Marius pauses, then abruptly remembers he hadn't actually introduced himself. "Oh, uh- the name's Marius Rizallo. My friend there," he says with an inclination of his head to the wolf sitting patiently in the inn's corner, "is Rex. Don't let him bother you - he's truly a case of a worse bark than bite!"

As though he knew he was the butt of a joke, Rex gave a whine of protest before settling onto the floor. Marius stole a glance towards the innkeeper, who was clearly not enjoying the wolf in his establishment. Marius would have left Rex outside, but they'd seen at least three cats since reaching Vigilant. Rex hated cats.

Marius leans back, relaxing at last. These people seemed the good sort. That was rare in this world. He grabs his tankard and hefts it high in salute to the others. "We've traveled long and hard to get here - it's a pleasure to meet you all."

Taking a long swing, Marius smiles. People were so often hard to trust - but there was something about this group. He just couldn't put his finger on what, though.

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F Human Weather Witch 1 | HP:17 | Armor:1 | XP:7 | Damage:d4 | Str:0 | Dex:+2 | Con:+1 | Int:+2 | Wis:0 | Cha:-1 |
Marius Rizallo wrote:

"Oh, uh- the name's Marius Rizallo. My friend there," he says with an inclination of his head to the wolf sitting patiently in the inn's corner, "is Rex. Don't let him bother you - he's truly a case of a worse bark than bite!"

As though he knew he was the butt of a joke, Rex gave a whine of protest before settling onto the floor. Marius stole a glance towards the innkeeper, who was clearly not enjoying the wolf in his establishment. Marius would have left Rex outside, but they'd seen at least three cats since reaching Vigilant. Rex hated cats.

Shyness nods at Marius in respect. I like wolves. Thark liked wolves. He said they made good hunters and warriors. This man must have great honor to have earned a wolf for a tribe member.

She holds up a piece of red meat and indicates Rex with a nod. "Is it permissible? I mean no dishonor to your tribe."


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

Aeryth's first thought as he entered the room was the amount of people he had been told to work with. Was the woman in his dream trying to raise an army? "Hello?" he asks, somewhat uncomfortable with the amount of tribesfolk here.


F Aasimar (Peri-Blooded-Emberkin) Shaman 2 [ HP: 20/20 | AC: 15 T: 12 FF: 13 | F: +1 R: +2 W: +6 (+7/+5) | Init: +2 Perc: +3/+6/+8 ]

A tallish woman with striking features enters the inn -- her wispy copper hair seemingly floating about her and radiant golden-amber eyes scanning the interior of the room. On her forearm, a small hawk perches, quietly observing the occupants. The creature's body is encased by a nimbus of flame; the effect much like candlelight.

As the woman draws nearer, those at the table note a faint smell of smoke.

She inclines her head to the people congregated around the table.

"I am Natanja. Spirit talker and healer of sorts. This is Oko." There is a husky quality to Natanja's voice.

She finds an empty seat and sits down. A moment later, Oko moves from her arm to perch on Natanja's shoulder. Instantly she felt the slight unease coming from the hawk as Oko stared at the wolf on the floor. Natanja reached up and comfortingly stroked the feathers at Oko's neck while she listened to the conversation around the table.


M Aasimar Hunter (Divine Hunter) 2 | HP 22/22 | AC 17 (14FF/13T) | F+5, R+6, W+3 | CMD 16 | Init +3 | Perc +7
Shyness wrote:
She holds up a piece of red meat and indicates Rex with a nod. "Is it permissible? I mean no dishonor to your tribe."

Tribe?

The word catches Marius off guard, an implied community he'd never really had. For years it'd been just Rex and himself. Tying himself to any one group always ended poorly.

Marius smiles, glad to have company that didn't try to skin his buddy. "Ha! No dishonor at all. Though our tribe is really just a pack of two!" Tapping his leg, Marius signals Rex over to the table. Despite his good behavior, a long string of spittle hangs from his muzzle.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate some good eating - he's been eyeing squirrels all day."

Aeryth wrote:
"Hello?" he asks, somewhat uncomfortable with the amount of tribesfolk here.

Marius feels a surge of relief, knowing that he wasn't the only one feeling a little uncomfortable here. He lifts his glass again, waving the newcomer over. "If you're looking for the dream-lady convention, you've found it. Grab a seat and a plate, you've probably come a long way."


8 / 8 hp | AC: 16/16t/10f | DR: 4/- | F+2/R +6/W +6 | Per: +9, Low-light | Spells left: Wiz 0-3, 1-2 / Arc 0-4, 1-0 | Reservoirs: Arc 3/4max Arch 2/7max

From there to here: A kistune holiday:

If it is okay with the GM I was going to use mix of Golarion: Dragon Empires and Forgotten Realms: Kara-Tur as the base for Kiwyn’s homeland. I can edit this later if you like.
Kiwyn had told the monks that had raised her most of her life that the great goddess had came to her in dreams and set to her a journey. They had been skeptical at first, thinking it one of the girl’s attempts at playing a prank on her elders. But when she began to sing for them in the language of the angels the whispers rippled through the forest temple.
Soon, the young cub they had been teaching to one day become he temple’s priestess was in fact leaving their watchful care. Her meager possessions gathered, one of the temple elders came to her the night before she was to leave.
[translated from Tien]
”You one, take this with you on your journey.” The elder kitsune held out a small empty vial. “May it serve you as it has served the temple.”
Kiwyn’s eyes widen at the sight of the vial. She recognized it as one of the temple’s treasures. “I… I can not accept such an gift Elder Soong.”
The old Kitsune smiled and took her hand. Placing the vial in it and closing her fingers around it he smiled. “Argue not little cub, the Eldest has seen it to be so.”
Tears gathered in Kiwyn’s eyes and she hugged Elder Soong. He continued to smile and pat her gently. “Fear not.”
Kiwyn released the old fox from the hug and straightened her robe. “I’m not afraid.” She stated with her usual grin even as she wipe her eyes. “I know I will finally be able to find my path.”
Elder Soong nodded quietly, “Sleep then young one. For tomorrow shall be your first steps into a world larger then you have known.”
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Kiwyn’s path lead her from the forest both the temple and her clans called home into the villages of man. Disguised as one of them she moved through the villages and onto the larger towns, eventually reaching the city of Thesk. Even here, Kiwyn found herself caught between the familiarity of her home lands and the growing influence of the foreign lands. As she continued onward she continually found herself being distracted by the new lands enveloping her.
New manners of dress, new foods and new forms of entertainment. She found herself trying many of them, learning new songs each time she stopped for the night and trying new dishes whenever she could. If her tails had been out for all to see, she would have been able to hide their constant twitching with excitement. Early on she bought several new sets of clothing trading one of her spare kimonos for more suitable, and less attention receiving, traveling attire. Even without the traditional dress, her features stood out if looked at with more then a glance.
Eventually Kiwyn reached the lands of Theramark, and within them, the town of Vigilant…

Kiwyn stepped carefully from the carriage, claiming her bag from the coach hand with a smile and offering him and the driver a native blessing of luck and safety on their continued journey. They both smiled back at the strange young lady, with her strange language, and bid her good luck and pointed her towards the Green Tree Inn.
It seemed it was only with the blessing of the Goddess that she made it here by Summer Solstice. Goddess knew her journey would be a long one and that the kitsune’s natural curiosity would cause her more then one delay.
Really though, it wasn’t my fault I got so caught up in that traveling carnival last week. They had
so many delicious dishes and the fun games and the wonderful shows and the…

Kiwyn shook her head to clear it.

translated from her native Tien:
“No, I was bidden to be here at this time. I will not shame my clan with my weaknesses.”

Kiwyn entered the inn and approached the man behind the counter. At his direction, she found herself beyond the curtain coming face to face with several others already seated. As they turned to look at her she suddenly felt self-conscious and slightly unsure of herself. Who was she? She thought to herself as she nodded her head and muttering a greeting to them, without thinking about it, in her native language.

translated from her native Tien:
”Good afternoon.”

The little human looking girl quietly moved to an open seat and sat. The weight of the room made her almost regret speaking. Like she had somehow tainted the air by speaking too soon. She brushes her hair back with one hand in a gesture that looks like she thinks her ear is higher up on her head then it is, causing a few locks to fall back in front of her face again before she quickly does it again correctly.

It isn’t long before Eli addresses them, it seemed she was the last to arrive. Realizing this, she even more thankful when the others begin to speak up and introduce themselves. Gathering the courage that had gotten her this far, Kiwyn stood and gave those at the table a few short, but respectful head bows. She takes a deep breath and exhales it before speaking in Common, she speaks clearly but anyone should be able to realize from a her slight accent that it isn’t her native language.
”My name is Mihume-Fai Hung Kiwyn, but you may call me Kiwyn. I was born to the Mihume-Fai clan and raised by the temple to become the new priestess. I too was called by the Goddess, although I am unsure why. I look around and see those who look more worldly and knowledgable then I.”
The human looking girl looks around at those seated and lowers her eyes briefly before looking back up at Eli, as he seemed to be at the head of the table. ”But call on me she did, and so I answer. I will offer whatever help I can. I only hope that we can all find our paths along the way.” She offer a small smile as she looks back around the table again before she sits back down.


Male Aasimar (Angelkin) Slayer 2

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F Human Weather Witch 1 | HP:17 | Armor:1 | XP:7 | Damage:d4 | Str:0 | Dex:+2 | Con:+1 | Int:+2 | Wis:0 | Cha:-1 |
Marius Rizallo wrote:

Tribe?

The word catches Marius off guard, an implied community he'd never really had. For years it'd been just Rex and himself. Tying himself to any one group always ended poorly.

Marius smiles, glad to have company that didn't try to skin his buddy. "Ha! No dishonor at all. Though our tribe is really just a pack of two!" Tapping his leg, Marius signals Rex over to the table. Despite his good behavior, a long string of spittle hangs from his muzzle.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate some good eating - he's been eyeing squirrels all day."

Shyness tosses the meat in Rex's direction with a smile.

"A tribe of two can earn much honor when they act as one," she offers with significance in her voice.


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

Aeryth cracked a smile at hearing "dream lady convention," he walked over to the table and took an empty chair. These are my allies? he thought to himself, They must all think I'm a soft city kid."


HP: 10/16 | Perc: +4

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Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

before departing, in the metropolis of York part 1:

on the outskirts of York, sits a large church, "The Holy Order of the Didache" The Monastery looks almost as much a military training ground as it does a Holy place of worship.

a group of nuns sit in the courtyard by the central fountain.
"Do you think the dreams are a sign?" on of them asks, pointing her question to a young girl with White Hair and Red eyes.

"I don't know, yesterday i asked Mother Superior about the dreams, I am supposed to meet her later today." the white haired girl replied.

"I had another dream last night too." Azmaria continued.

"well what did it say?" another girl asked.

"I am supposed to meet with, Eli."

The other three girls gasp at the revelation. "do you think its the same Eli?, the Prophet Eli?"

" I don't know Sister Anna, but if it is, then God has called me for something really important."

the conversation is interrupted as an older nun, dressed a little more formal. "Sister Azmaria, mother Superior has asked to see you now, it is an urgent matter." the older Nun is clearly a superior to the young nuns gathered at the fountain.

getting up Azmaria and give a head nod to acknowledge the order. "immediately Sister Mary" looking to the other girls, I'll let you know, ok?" as the other girls nod, Azmaria accompanies sister Mary to Mother Superior's office.

Once inside, Father Peter was also there, this must be important, to bring Father Peter in. he does not normally concern himself with the affairs of the nuns, concentrating more on the training of the milita of the church

"Sister Azmaria, come in, have seat." Mother Superior motions to the high backed padded chair by the desk. father Peter moves to close the office door and locks it. with a wave of his hand a magical barrier is placed over the door.

Axmaria takes a seat as directed. Mother Superior comes from behind the desk to address the young initiate. "Sister Azmaria, you have been with us for almost 3 years now, and you have excelled in your training. your faith is the strongest I have ever seen in any of the order. "

Mother Superior takes a seat on the edge of her desk making the conversation feel more open than a formal lecture or interview. Father Peter simply remains silent and on the sidelines waiting to interject any clarifications, or perhaps looking to see Azmaria's response.

"I have analysed your dreams as you have conveyed them to me. I have consulted father Peter as well. and both of us agree that these dreams are definitely a message from God to you Sister Azmaria." reaching behind her on the desk Mother Superior picks up a letter sitting on top of a stack of papers.

"I have talked with the Council of Saints, and here is their reply." putting on a pair of glasses, Mother Superior reads the letter, Sister Katherine, The council has received your report and has discussed the matter at length, It is decision of this Council, that Sister Azmaria has indeed received a holy calling, however, such callings could also be a trap to infiltrate the Order. We, The Council of Saints, hereby have voted and decided that you handle this matter as you see fit. the Council fully supports any decision you deem appropriate."
So Sister Azmaria, the Council has put me in charge of this situation, so is there any additional information you would like to share?"

Azmairia looks up to Mother Superior, I had another dream indicating I have been chosen and I am to meet Eli in a town called Vigilant, on the Summer Solstice."

Mother Superior as a look of shock initially, but she regains her composure. Father Peter on the other hand looks rather intrigued.

"then you must leave at once, the Summer Solstice is not far off."

"Do you think I am to meet the Prophet Eli? as in scripture? If so then this calling is very important." Azmaria replies as she gets up from her seat.

father Peter goes to the door and stand by so that when Azmaria needs to leave he can lower the barrier. Mother Superior goes to Azmaria's side, All will be revealed as God sees fit, Until then we must heed his word, and follow his commandments. I want you to report anything you discover back to me or Father Peter, so we may keep the Council updated. if we are in fact facing a major attack from the forces of Hell, you will be in for probably the most important fight of your life."

She takes Azmaria's hand, "Pray with me, God, Grant me the courage to face the demons of the darkness,
The strength to bring the light of truth to the hearts of the faithful
The power to cast away the darkness in the hearts of the lost
And the wisdom to know the difference."
Azmaria joins the prayer, as they recite the prayer of the Order.

Once complete Father Peter lowers the barrier and opens the door. which flies open as three of Azmaria's fellow sisters were listening at the door fall over into the office. Azmaria stifles a little giggle at her friends actions, but composes herself as she leaves the office.

"God be with you child." Mother Superior says as Azmaria joins her friends and leaves the office.


F Aasimar (Peri-Blooded-Emberkin) Shaman 2 [ HP: 20/20 | AC: 15 T: 12 FF: 13 | F: +1 R: +2 W: +6 (+7/+5) | Init: +2 Perc: +3/+6/+8 ]
Marius Rizallo wrote:
Tapping his leg, Marius signals Rex over to the table.

Natanja looked down at the wolf as it drew closer to the table. "A fine creature. Sharp intellect, strong instinct."

The reddish brown/rust coloured hawk issued a Kree..Kaah..Kaah call at the wolf's approach.

Natanja uttered in a quiet, husky voice, "Friend", and the hawk quietened immediately, but continued to stare at the wolf.


Female Aasimar (Agathion? Leonel? Catfolk?) Monk of the Lotus 2 AC 17 T 16 FF 14 hp 18/18 F + 4 R + 6 W + 6

Kayahidye's journey to Vigilant:
After receiving her vision during meditation, Kayahidye opened her topaz eyes, and drifted down from above the mountain lion statue to the temple grounds. Her preparations for the journey consisted of merely walking to the head monk of the Parakamaghara Temple.

When Kaya had arrived here, he was just a boy, and now he was a well-aged man, and Kaya's oldest friend. Facing his human mortality had given him a wisdom even beyond what Kaya had attained after all these years. He was her oldest friend, and best teacher, after life itself.

Kaya walked to where he meditated and sat seiza before him, until he opened his eyes. She rose calmly to her feet, and all she need do was look into his eyes, and he he knew. "It is time," he said. She smiled sadly, and nodded. "Go with wisdom," he said. "I shall walk with peace," she answered. They bowed, and then embraced each other. Afterwards, she took her final stop at her quarters to gather her meager possessions and then left the Parakamaghara Temple, the heavenly home of the Lotus.

She walked through the Cloud Wreath mountains, making good time as she drifted down difficult climbs and played among the clouds on her way, her tail wrapped around her waist like a belt.

She landed on the mountain road she somehow knew would lead her the town. She looked at the sun in the sky, and knew she had made good time. She had plenty to stand here, and look up at the mountains that had been her home for a life time. "I now see them as the rest of the world does," she reflected, "And this may be the last time I ever look on them. Seventy years, and they seem as nothing now, that they are past. I am making good time, so here on this road leading to the next chapter of my long life, I shall mediate on the transience of all things in this world." Kayahidye meditated on the transience of all things in this world, until her mind was fully clear. She then became her journey, as she walked peacefully all the way to Vigilant. She enjoyed the scent of every tree, the smell of every flower on the way. Yet she was always aware of the discrete passing of time. She arrived, at last at Vigilant at the precise moment she was told to be there, not even a fraction of a second early or late. She was there, in Vigilant at noon on the Solstice, meeting Eli and many other travelers in the Green Tree Inn.
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Kayahidye, a woman with a very feline presence, with an indigo hue to skin and silvery fur, and bright topaz eyes. She ears a long, feline tail with a silvery tuft at the tip, wrapped around her waist like a belt. She wears a plain blue-green vestments that fit her form loosely.

She seems to know where she needs to go in the inn. She walks to the table where Eli sits, and where many others have already joined the table and are still arriving. She smiles peacefully at each as if everyone at the table were an old friend of hers, completely at ease among total strangers. Her ears quietly perk up as Eli speaks his greeting to everyone.

Patiently waiting as each person introduces themselves, she introduces herself as well, "Greetings travelers, I have shared your vision of the mysterious woman. I am Kayahidye of the Parakamaghara Temple on the Cloud Wreath Mountains." She bows with hands clasped before her to each of her travelers.

"I have long known that I would one day leave that place as suddenly as I had appeared there, so in a way, I have anticipated this summons for a long time. Since it seems we shall be traveling together, the most important thing is that we learn to trust each other, and to enjoy each other's company." She smiles warmly at each person around the table, and takes a smell of all the wonderful foods and ales around the table.

"And what a wonderful way to begin in this, for sharing a delightful meal with fascinating new friends in a pleasant tavern is indeed one life's finest pleasures."


Male Human Paladin (scion of talmandor) 5 / Inquisitor 2 |

He listens intently to this "Eli" gentleman, but doesn't say a word.

I too had a dream about coming to this place. I wonder if this is going to be another letdown, like so many times before in my life. I have no where else better to be, but all these people. Can I trust them, will the judge me like so many other people in this World?

Victor, with a very "small" voice, My..my name is Victor Del Sol. I come from the streets, so I don't really call any place home. I will hear this woman out as well, but due to previous life experiences, will not be surprised if her words fall short.

After his little speech, he will take a sip of drink and a bite fromhis bread loaf.


Male Aasimar (Angelkin) Slayer 2

Shifting around in his chair, one of the men at the table looks a tad uncomfortable with the situation. Though he is large and muscled, he doesn't seem to be too large for his seat. On careful examination, he simply appears to feel like the situation is just too abnormal to take at face value. Scruffy and road-worn, the silver-haired man looks around the room cautiously. 'I know I should be here, but something still doesn't feel right,' he thinks to himself, his face looking calm but not content.

When the group looks to him, expecting an introduction, he settles down for a moment. "I am called Andrei. I'm a wanderer, doin' what I need to to get by," he says, shifting in his seat once more. His patchwork armor, spiked glove on his left hand, and the strangely-shaped blade at his hip all scream that he is more than just a simple wanderer. "All of this... seems like there's gotta be a catch. It's not that I doubt the dream, I just," he pauses for a moment to put both hands on the table and leans forward. He continues, "I don't think it could be this easy. Just meet up with you folk, and what? Go fight some great evil or something? All my experience says that nothing in life is that simple." Pushing himself back into his seat, the muscular aasimar crosses his arms. "I just get the feeling that something's off, is all." Once he finishes speaking, Andrei grabs a mug of wine and a hunk of bread, then begins to eat.

Might decided to do a "before Vigilant" bit later, but this should be good for now. :)


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

"I know how you feel. Nothing in this makes sense."


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

before departing, in the metropolis of York part 2:

Azmaria’s friends quickly pick themselves up from the floor. Father Peter can’t help but smile at their antics. Mother Superior, on the other hand, gave them a rather stern look.

”Sister Katherine, relax, they are young, and Azmaria is going on a mission, a very dangerous one, give them some time together.” looking back at the girls, ”Everything will be alright, now run along, I have some more things to discuss with Azmaria.”

The girls rush off leaving Azmaria and father Peter alone in the hallway. ”I am sorry father Peter, they were just curious, that’s all.” she says trying keep her friends out of trouble. ”I am sure that…”

Father Peter holds his hand out silencing her. ”Don’t worry; they are not in any serious trouble. But you my dear sister, are heading for a lot of trouble, I fear.” Father Peter removes the large cross he wears on a gold chain about his neck. ”This relic was entrusted to me when I began my work to become a master exorcist. I am too old now to continue that work, I entrust this to you.” Father Peter places the cross around Azmaria’s neck. ”You need to recite the prayer to use its power.” he tells her.

Azmaria look at the gift. The cross of gold and its ends contain pearls, on the back an ancient prayer inscribed in the old language. Holding the cross she reads the inscription ” Soul of God, sanctify me; Body of God, save me; Deum in animam”

As she completes the prayer, a blade of holy light forms from the cross, the cross itself making the hilt of the blade; the blade taking the form of a scimitar. Azmaria stares in amazement. She takes notice that the blade itself glows with the rest of the prayer hidden within the light of the glowing blade.

” Soul of God, sanctify me; Body of God, save me; Blood of God, inebriate me; Water from the river of faith, wash me; Passion of God, strengthen me; O God, hear me; let me never be separated from You; from the evil one, protect me; at the hour of my death, call me; and bid me come to You; that with Your saints, I may praise you forever and ever.”

this blade functions as a masterwork scimitar (at least for now) over time I plan on the weapon gaining power (via applicable payments to maintain game balance) until it may eventually become a Holy Avenger sword

Father Peter instructs Azmaria on the proper use of the blade. ”The weapon is one of the holy relics in the early crusades against the incursion of Lucifer’s minions centuries ago. The weapon grows in strength as your faith grows. It will reach the pinnacle of power for the pure and most faithful heart.”

Azmaria discovers that she can now control the blade’s existence. Extinguishing the blade and returning the cross to her neck. ”Thank you Father Peter”

”Go now child, and do God’s work as he has called you. But first I want you to see the elders to receive the rest of your tools.”

Azmaria’s eyes light up, ”Does this mean I am an exorcist now?” she asks.

”Not yet, but I believe you are destined for a much greater purpose. Finish you mission and return to us.” Father Peter replies.

Azmaria nods and rushes off to meet her friends and bid them a farewell. ”I get my first gun. She tells them excitedly. I’ve been practicing for weeks, I think I’m ready!”

Sister Anna laughs ”but is the rest of the world ready for you?” she retorts jokingly, knowing that Azmaria’s aim and sense of gun safety are questionable at best.

Azmaria gives Anna a punch ”of course, I have devils to vanquish, I have to be ready, and they better be ready to be destroyed.” she adds making a pistol with her fingers and mock shooting an imaginary foe.

Later, Azmaria meets with the church elders. ”Ahh Azmaria, glad to see you, This way please.” the elder leads Azmaria though a huge underground lab testing all sorts of weapons. There is a sudden explosion causing Azmaria to jump behind a desk.

”W…W…What was that?” Azmaria asks

”A new version of bomb, only a select few can learn to use them I’m afraid.” The elder responds. ”This way please.”

The two arrive at an indoor range with a target about 30 to 40 feet downrange. The elder picks up a box on a table nearby; it has a small metal placard on the cover with Azmaria’s name. Opening the box, The Elder presents it to her. Inside is a beautifully crafted double barreled pistol, the barrel has engraved words down the length ” Deus salvator meus fiducialiter agam et non timebo mihi. Deus meus, et fortitudinem, et factus est mihi in salute”
Translation: "God indeed is my savior; I am confident and unafraid. My strength and courage is God, and he has been my savior"

Azmaria carefully picks up the weapon and admires its craftsmanship. With excitement she holds it as though she is in a mock battle. Pointing it, waving it around when suddenly BOOM!. The bullet flies across the room, ricocheting toward the ceiling, striking a pipe running along the ceiling. The hole created begins spewing forth cold water, creating a rain storm in the pistol range.

Azmaria give an innocent and apologetic look to the elder. As she carefully places the weapon back in the box. ”well let’s hope you are more accurate when facing the demons.” the elder says as he hands the box to Azmaria. He also gives her a holster and ammo belt.

Now fully equipped, Azmaria heads out to say a final farewell to her friends. ”I’m gonna miss you guys, I promise to write as much as I can.” she hugs each of them and she heads out the gates of the Monastery to The Holy Order of the Didache.

Outside the gates, a carriage awaits. Azmaria loads her things and she is off to the docks. Meeting a ship that will take her to where she needs to go to find the town of Vigilant.


Male Muse-Touched Aasimar Shaman 2 [HP: 18/18 AC: 16/12/14 F:1 R:2 W:6]

Poterol wanders over to Andrei and Aeryth. "Not everything has to make sense at the begining." He waves his mug at the assemblage. "Those of us here are a bit like salmon heading upstream. Their instincts have told them 'Go! Make a journey to a place you have never seen! It is destiny!' Ha!" The man grins. "We do not know why are instincts have brought us here, but I feel this is but the first step to an even larger and grander Destiny."

"What say you two to that?"


Female 1/4 Angel Dream Messenger

GM's previous dream responses to Cernan only:

"I am Angelina. As far as trusting me, I can offer you nothing but my word. However, you can judge what I ask each step of the way. I will not ask you to do anything you see as evil. What would I have you become? A hero. Although, you should not need to change who you are. You are knowledgeable and learned and this should be a great help. I pray that I can count on you."


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

standing outside the green Tree Inn, she was nearly an hour late, "I do hope I haven't missed much, Oh great, Eli is probably worried about me." she rushes in the door of the Inn Nobody worry, the demons have not gotten me, I am here safe and sound.." she announces not realizing the crowd that has gathered.

there is an eerie silence for a few seconds. as the patrons take in the sight that has entered the Inn (about an hour late).

A short girl with white hair and red eyes, dressed in a blue nun outfit adorned with gold emblems, a large cross hangs from a chain around her neck. she wears a leather belt holding several pouches about her waist and tucked in a holster an odd device (her pistol).


Male Aasimar (Angelkin) Slayer 2

Andrei rocks in his chair for a moment, chewing over Poterol's words, even as Azmaria shows up. "Eh. I still don't like it, but I know that I'm here for a reason. You don't get dreams like that everyday," he admits to no one in particular, before taking another swig of the wine. Setting the mug down, he says, "I can't state it any better than I already have. This whole situation feels off, and I can't say why or how. I'm just worried this whole deal will go south spectacularly." He slaps a hand down on the table hard, a swift thwack resounding in the room, emphasizing his point. He then frowns heavily and finishes, "I didn't scrape and scrounge to survive all this time, just to die now."


Female Aasimar (Lawbringer) Inquisitor 2 [ HP: 19/19] | AC: 19 T: 12 FF: 17 | F: +6 R: +2 W: +6| Init: +4 Perc: +7 ]

Brit listens casually to the others as they exchange pleasantries and feels out the strange atmosphere. The, until recent, room of strangers feels welcoming and inviting, a feeling she hasn't had since the first days of initiation in her order. Her posture is confident and her eyes curiously filled with wonderment but it seems easier to drink the free wine than to engage, let alone initiating, the frivolity of small talk.


Detective Cernan's on the case! *** M Aasimar (Emberkin) Arcanist (White Mage) 2 *** Party-at-a-Glance Spreadsheet

Cernan tries to get a moment aside to speak to Andrei alone.

To Andrei:

"I've got t' say, Andrei, you seem to be the first one here with the right attitude. As mysterious as this all sounds, I don't have any evidence of who we're working for, other than a vague dream—and I'm here mostly out'f curiosity. But the others... some of them seem a bit too friendly for my tastes, and I'm glad someone else is going to be watching our back as well."


M Aasimar Hunter (Divine Hunter) 2 | HP 22/22 | AC 17 (14FF/13T) | F+5, R+6, W+3 | CMD 16 | Init +3 | Perc +7

"I'd usually be inclined to agree," says Marius, leaning forward again. "but I think we've been roped into something we weren't meant to understand. I mean, who calls you in a dream? Doesn't anyone else find that odd?"

He'd honestly believed himself to be mad, having followed the call of his dream. But now that he was here, with all of these folks - well, it didn't make much more sense, but at least he wasn't completely mad. On one hand, he agreed that it didn't make much sense to distrust the woman. Unlike most folks, she was about as forthright as they come. She practically oozed honesty. But on the other, humanity didn't really have a good record going. The best liars never appeared so, and how many times had the 'cause of good' been something else entirely? His homeland had fought countless wars against its neighbors, and for what purpose?

Marius settles back into his chair, content to listen to the others for now. He hoped he made the right decision.


F Aasimar (Peri-Blooded-Emberkin) Shaman 2 [ HP: 20/20 | AC: 15 T: 12 FF: 13 | F: +1 R: +2 W: +6 (+7/+5) | Init: +2 Perc: +3/+6/+8 ]
Vincent Del Sol wrote:

Victor, with a very "small" voice, My..my name is Victor Del Sol. I come from the streets, so I don't really call any place home...

The younger boy drew Natanja's attention, his small voice unexpectedly cutting through the general din of the hall.

The boy, Victor, reminded her of Branek and her heart caught at the memory of her little brother. Oko sensed her emotion and turned her head, silently opening and closing her beak. Natanja shook her head to reassure the hawk that naught was wrong or out of place.

Victor looks the youngest of us all. Why would someone so young heed such a call? Natanja wondered, too, why Victor had no place to call home. An orphan? He had said he lived on the streets. But he had to arrive here from some place ... The boy intrigued her and his presence made Natanja remember the past and all that she had lost.

Natanja gave an encouraging nod to Victor as he sat, eating his bread.


8 / 8 hp | AC: 16/16t/10f | DR: 4/- | F+2/R +6/W +6 | Per: +9, Low-light | Spells left: Wiz 0-3, 1-2 / Arc 0-4, 1-0 | Reservoirs: Arc 3/4max Arch 2/7max

The young girl glances from one speaker to another, trying to get a better sense of who each person is. Men and women, old and young sat around the table. She shifts in her seat a little as Kayahidye introduces herself. The women’s features were less human then any of the others. Even the glowing one called Natanja looked normal enough. But her clan, like other kitsune clans, kept themselves hidden. In her home lands not all trusted the fox-folk, calling them forest spirits or tricksters. Mind the later name was not uncalled for given the inclinations of some of her kin. A bit of the conversation from the other side of the table catches her attention.

Marius Rizallo wrote:
"I'd usually be inclined to agree," says Marius, leaning forward again. "but I think we've been roped into something we weren't meant to understand. I mean, who calls you in a dream? Doesn't anyone else find that odd?"

”Yes, the Goddess works in ways we can not understand sometimes. But can any say that coming to us in a dream is truly the strangest way she has touch our lives?” Kiwyn hesitates for a moment, realizing she may have interrupted the men’s conversation unbidden. Falling silent, and looking a bit sheepish as she picks up a nearby glass of water and sips from it, not meeting anyone’s gaze.


Female 1/4 Angel Dream Messenger

if anyone wants to get a feel for what it's like looking around the table at all these people, click on the Characters tab for this campaign, and you'll see everyone's face, name, and brief description. :)
If no description is showing up for your character, fill in the boxes of your alias profile.
Now, please continue this fascinating conversation.
And, don't worry if you can't follow every word everyone says, or if you forget something about someone. In a group of a dozen+ people meeting for the first time and chatting around a large table with chairs for twenty, not everyone would catch everything anyway.
Just imagine how your character would react to and comment on things, and enjoy playing it out. :)


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

Aeryth gives Sister Azmaria a wary look, his eyes more on her weapon than the rest of her.


Female Aasimar (Agathion? Leonel? Catfolk?) Monk of the Lotus 2 AC 17 T 16 FF 14 hp 18/18 F + 4 R + 6 W + 6

Over the course of the conversation Kayahidye mostly listens, though occasionally speaks to some of those around the table when the opportunity arises.

At some point to Eli, "I find it very interesting that your mask has the name "Calm", Eli. For you, it would seem, Calm, peace, tranquility are external things, rather than something one discovers within. For me, "calm" has always been an inner most peace."

Kaya is keenly aware of the mentality of those around the room, particular the meek girl, Kiwyn's discomfort at Kaya's feline appearance. Kaya understands that few of the people here have likely seen a catfolk before, so she is understanding of any possible discomfort.

She silently hopes that they shall see the light within her, and past her feline appearance in time, as the monks in the Parakamaghara Temple did.

Kaya also takes note of the wolf sprawled out by Marius' heels. She is greatly amused that the beast seems to have taken no notice of her as of yet!

Kaya is not the least bit flustered at Azmaria's entrance. She greets the new comer with a warm smile. Her ears do twitch at the mention of demons, however. "Greetings young one. Demons you say? It seems that your journey here may have been far more strenuous than my own. I am Kayahidye, monk of the Cloud Wreath Mountains. Pray, what is your name?"


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

Eyes still trained on Azmaria's pistol Aeryth says "The demons haven't gotten any of us...yet."


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

a slight back up before anyone address Azmaria sorry..

Azmaria is greeted with several blank stares. a nun? in a tavern? she barely looks old enough to be out alone? a nun? the questions among whispering patrons.

finally one of the barmaids directs her to a back room.

Pulling the curtain aside, Azmaria is shocked at the menagerie of those gathered.

after a pause to collect herself, she mouths a silent prayer and motions a cross across her chest. a deep breath.

but before she can speak it would seem her mention of demons has gotten some attention.

"Well actually devils, servants of the fiend called Lucifer. surely you all would know that this is why God has called all of us here to join the Prophet Eli. It it only makes sense to call on The Holy Order of the Didache. I am an Exorcist, destroyer of devils that seek to destroy man's hearts and plague the world with darkness.... well not really an exorcist, at lest not yet, but I have read the manuals, and I know the prayers, and I was witness to lots of exorcisms....well three actually, sort of...ok only one, but despite exploding an entire city block we still banished the demon."


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

turning to Kayahidye as she introduces herself, "And I am Sister Azmaria, of The Holy Order of the Didache in the city of York."

moving closer to her she whispers to her as her eyes glance toward
Aeryth, "why does he keep staring at me? is there something in my teeth? I had spinach for lunch on the way here."


male Aasimar Bloodrager 2 | AC: 16, T: 12, FF: 14 | HP: 24/24 | Fort: +5, Reflex: +2, Will: +0 | CMB: +2 (currently +4), CMD: 14 (currently 16) | Init: +2 | Perception: +0 | Sense Motive: +5 | <Current: Dexterity 14 of 14>

Eli would briefly look at Kayahide, cock his head to the side, curiously - behind the blank expressionless mask, it's not clear whether he's understanding her assessment, confirming it, or disagreeing with it - but then ignores the comment, looking for the next person to introduce him- or herself. When the young Sister comes in, he would gesture to a seat.

He cocks his head at her use of "prophet", but ignores it, for now.

"The short version for the late: we are here, gathered by dream. Some of us more warily than others." he says in a flat monotone. He taps his mask, "Calm." he says, then puts the flat of his hand to his chest, "Eli." then, around the circle, "Cernan, Poterol, Shyness, Chap, Marius, Rex*, Natanja, Oko*, Kiwyn, Kayahidye, Victor**, and Andrei, so far." he says, still in the flat monotone. "Though freely commenting on others, that one," gesturing to Aeryth, "has yet to introduce himself."

He says in his unwavering unemotional voice, "For now we sit, eat, and introduce ourselves. Tonight we sleep here for more dreams. Tomorrow, we will know more."

* He points to the animals - the dog Rex and the hawk Oko - as if they were full members in their own right.

** Vincent, your character named himself 'Victor' - was that on purpose, or a mistake?

Dark Archive

F Human Weather Witch 1 | HP:17 | Armor:1 | XP:7 | Damage:d4 | Str:0 | Dex:+2 | Con:+1 | Int:+2 | Wis:0 | Cha:-1 |
Sister Azmaria wrote:

"Well actually devils, servants of the fiend called Lucifer. surely you all would know that this is why God has called all of us here to join the Prophet Eli. It it only makes sense to call on The Holy Order of the Didache. I am an Exorcist, destroyer of devils that seek to destroy man's hearts and plague the world with darkness.... well not really an exorcist, at lest not yet, but I have read the manuals, and I know the prayers, and I was witness to lots of exorcisms....well three actually, sort of...ok only one, but despite exploding an entire city block we still banished the demon."

Shyness raises a cup in the gesture that she has learned is the tradition. "Destroying a fel beast earns much honor for your tribe. To your victory. She waits for Azmaria to pick up a cup.


Male Human Paladin (scion of talmandor) 5 / Inquisitor 2 |

by accident, it was late when I posted so I didn't double check myself lol. It was supposed to be Vincent


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

Upon hearing that Sister Azmaria was of a Holy Order and was from York, A city he's vaguely heard about. Aeryth relaxed a bit. "Where'd you get the gun?" he asked.


Female LG azata-blooded aasimar (musetouched) paladin (oath against fiends, holy gun) 3 | HP:27/27 | AC: 17 (T: 14, F: 13) | CMB: +4, CMD: 18 | F: +9, R: +9, W: +7 | Init: +4 | Perc: +1 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None. |

Azmaria grabs a mug and holds it up a little confused on the tribe reference but, as they say "when in Valiant, etc, etc, etc" ... she lifts it.

She is about to take a sip when Aeryth asks his question, looking to him, "This? standard issued, deliverer of the holy scriptures to non-believers, of course some devils are a little to tough for just scripture so I sometime may call upon the Gospels to deliver God's message."

Azmaria pulls out her double barreled white handled pistol. she taps one of her ammo pouches to indicate "the gospel" showing Aeryth her weapon.

she references her ammo as scripture and gospel. Scripture being normal ammo, while gospel is special ammo (silver, cold iron, or whatever)


Female 1/4 Angel Dream Messenger

FYI Most of you have probably never seen or heard of a gun before, unless you are from York/Lantan like Sister A is or possibly from a huge city like Sharn in Taldor, like Aeryth is. So, unless you have a high engineering skill, you probably have no idea how it works.


Male Aasimar(Angelkin)(+2Str) Fighter 2

"I see. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. The only other times I've seen weapons like that is in the possession of certain higher ups in the Boromar Clan or certain well paid City watch captains."
Aeryth seems more relaxed now that he knows he's not the only one from the big city here.

The Boromar Clan is the biggest criminal organization in Sharn. It stays unchallenged by the Watch because it bribes the high ranking officials. Hence Aeryth's sarcastic "Well paid"

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F Human Weather Witch 1 | HP:17 | Armor:1 | XP:7 | Damage:d4 | Str:0 | Dex:+2 | Con:+1 | Int:+2 | Wis:0 | Cha:-1 |
Sister Azmaria wrote:

Azmaria grabs a mug and holds it up a little confused on the tribe reference but, as they say "when in Valiant, etc, etc, etc" ... she lifts it.

She is about to take a sip when Aeryth asks his question, looking to him, "This? standard issued, deliverer of the holy scriptures to non-believers, of course some devils are a little to tough for just scripture so I sometime may call upon the Gospels to deliver God's message."

Azmaria pulls out her double barreled white handled pistol. she taps one of her ammo pouches to indicate "the gospel" showing Aeryth her weapon.

Shyness takes a long drink.

What is a gun? Shyness considers the question, trying to glean it from context, but remains puzzled.

Finally, she just asks, "What is a gun?"


Detective Cernan's on the case! *** M Aasimar (Emberkin) Arcanist (White Mage) 2 *** Party-at-a-Glance Spreadsheet

"Boomstick," says Cernan, pointing at the gun. He's an explainer. "Like a bow, only powered by alchemy and very loud noise. Hurts more, too, if you can aim the thing right."

Cernan comes from a big, somewhat advanced city, and currently the best candidate for that right now is probably York.

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