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Wife paws air towards fortress sobbing dramatically and blubbering
"b-but I was so close! My fortress! Nooooooo!"
Falls to floor and rolls in the most pathetic tantrum that would put any child's tantrum to shame.
"Why dear husband?! WHYYYYYY!!!"

Livain seeing the reported murder Kyras about to escape fits a second arrow to her bow and unleashes a hail of arrows each one sending a horrifying shriek through the air.

5 ear splitter arrows DC 15 fort or 1d8 sonic damage and nauseated I'll let the two of to roll your own saves
1d8 ⇒ 41d8 ⇒ 31d8 ⇒ 71d8 ⇒ 21d8 ⇒ 8

Feeling Maiathreen's magic flow through her body she quickly follows him her bow at the ready an earsplitter arrow nocked and ready.

Ready action to fire at them if the act aggressively if fired Dc 15 fort or sickened andSonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Can we see them or do we need to roll?
Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Livain's eyes widen and then she nods grimly at the information Captain Damian and given them. Her bow gripped in her hand the other ready to draw an arrow at a moments notice.

perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28I just thought I'd match

Livain drops down her wings folded in tightly when she reaches her desired height she snaps them open and arrests her fall pulling an arrow as she does she fires a sleep arrow at Urk. The arrow passes a hairs breath from his thigh.

1d20 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24 Which is which is Shoto the beggar or is the scarecrow?

Livain frowns when she hears that the goblin is apparently enchanted in some way. "My love don't injure the goblin is apparently not in control of his actions

About how far are we? Did we hear the part about Urk being controlled?

Maiathreen nods silently drawing Servais as a precation. "We were told to scout and I'm not sure of things like that are normal but at the very least it could prove informative." with that the two Silastrix and the Wyvern head towards the strange sound.

Livain's eyes widen as she sees the unusual amount of water coming from the gutters. She didn't know quite what to make of that. She looks at Maiathreen with a puzzled brow. Sar hissed at the thought of the gutters filling up that fast. The gutters were her home before she met Livain and Maiathreen. Sar closed her eyes for a moment imagining herself immersed in cold water. Oh how she hated the cold! She was much like Maiathreen in that regard. Seeking warmth and cozy places any chance she could. "My love, I don't know if I like the looks of all that water." Sar holds on tight to Livain and snuggles herself under her scarf nervously.

perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37
:)

Upon hearing the loud explosive sound she turns to Maiathreen and Sar. Her eyes worried. "My love do to think we should investigate?"

"I am Livain Gyssearnith, the rude ones wife." She says with a playful elbowing of Maiathreen's side at his terse introduction. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Your sister has told me much of you."

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Livain had dressed warmly that morning, gulping down a quickly brewed mint tea with some bread and left overs from the night before. She stood beside Maiathreen with dark circles under her eyes from restless sleep and with a wyverling who matches her in exhaustion. Livain had dressed the wyverling in her shawl, wrapped and pinned in such a way that one could swear it was a garment intended for wyverlings. Sar sat perched on her shoulder, nodding in and out of sleep. Even with two boiled eggs and a roll Sar couldn't shake the sleep off. Hearing about Villicent she couldn't help but think "Good morning everyone! Villicent is alive and well, he wants to kill you all. Today we will have scattered showers and 100% rain and oh can you pass the eggs or bacon?" While Livain lets out a sigh of frustration, Sar chuckles sleepily at the joke Livain made in her head. Livain stood next to Maiathreen, leaning on him gently at times. Sar wraps herself around Livain gleaning heat off from her neck and hair. She wondered why he was not next to her when she awoke.

Hearing Maiathreen and Sir Damian bickering made her slightly melancholy. She wanted to stand in between and calm the two but knew that it was better to let them handle it on their own. Hearing the vision of her fate she felt her heart skip a beat. She tightened her grip on Maiathreen's hand almost as if afraid to let him go. She then gave Maiathreen a comforting touch on his shoulder and at last a small attempt to smooth things over a bit. "Sir Damian, please excuse my husband. He is a bit of a sleep deprived grouch in the morning, especially when he has not had his mint tea..." She looks at him for a moment and smiles at the two men. "please accept our apologies, he did not mean to offend."

The soft rays from the sun fluttered about, making patterns on the wet earth. The trees were magnificent giants to behold, towering in all their glory. The view was like the finest tapestry.

Livain now has a new friend Sar-Selene a black and silver Wyverling. :)

Livain was going to inquire of the orphans she cared for deeply in hopes of finding their whereabouts. She wanted to fit in with the locals as much as possible in hopes of having a low profile. First though she needed to go to the market for dinner that night and also to pick up a few odds and ends. Livain had put on her best garments and carefully placed her hair in an elaborate style adorned with metal pins etched with an elegant ivy motif. She rouged her lips lightly with a plum colored stain and lined her eyes carefully with kohl. She stared at herself in the small hand held mirror for a moment. One of pale hands encased the lacquered mirror while she gently cleaned some smudged kohl with the other. She paused a moment and felt almost like a stranger to herself. She didn’t remember the last time attempted any form of beautification. She looked down at her nails and decided to quickly dab some oil on them to polish them up a bit. She grabbed her largest bag that she had and after what seemed like an eternity of emptying out the bag of all its contents she was off to the market. The sky was gloomy and the soft scent of wet earth could be smelled all around. Livain relished this scent as she walked under the grey clouds.
She reaches a market buzzing with voices, footsteps and clinking of objects. She could smell incense, warm spices, animals, people and best of all: FOOD! At the entrance of the market was a stand of prepared foods that smelled like heaven to her. The red colored stand was laden with large silver colored chargers loaded with so many different foods that she took a while choosing what she finally wanted. She wanted something for dinner that both she and her husband would like. At last she settled on an array of meats prepared in delicate sauces, succulent roasted herbed pork, golden bread that flaked when bit into only to reveal a soft center with the aroma of warm butter, fresh berry jellies made from the finest berries gathered in the forest and pungent yet sweet cheeses that are nutty in flavor.
Pushing through the swarm of people she went from stand to stand seeing if there was anything of interest. She then walked by a tea stand where she could sample some of the finest warm mint tea. The mint was intense that she swore each sip was like a breath of icy mountain wind. She then also purchased a box of chamomile that was so naturally sweet it tasted like crisp apple. Her bag was quickly filling up but she had happened across another table filled with essential oils and all sorts of perfume. She found one that smelled like black roses, a fragrance she had longed to wear once again. She bought a fine night gown in the deepest shade of plum and eggplant and finished with the purchase of a soft woven shawl in the deepest color of night. Out of the market she went and walked down a dirt road to sit under one of the large oaks that grew through the city.
Next to the oak were some bushes and three teenage boys. She paid them no mind and began to take out a small wooden box filled with some of the pork she purchased. As soon as she pulled out the box she heard the most pitiful sound any creature could make. It sounded like a small wounded animal. As she listened closely she realized that the three boys were up to something. She heard what sounded like a stick striking flesh. She quickly placed the wooden box down and shot up from the base of the tree where she was once reclined. She jumped over the bush to discover the three punks kicking and hitting a small wyverling. The poor creature was curled up and crying out in fear. This sound was too familiar. She remembered that same hollow sound coming from the orphans she found. A surge of rage seared her muscles. Like a serpent she struck out at the largest one of the three landing a blow right in the kisser. The dopey fat kid stumbled back and his with his eyes wide open, his gaping mouth revealing windows in his teeth. That was when one of the other boys decided to try to attack her from behind with a stick. The wiry undisciplined kid didn’t stand a chance. She dodged it and twisted him over. She yanked the stick out of his dangling arm and walloped him on the back of his head and shoulders. Beads of sweat trickled from his dirty blond hair and down his pink puffy neck. He smelled of pure alcohol and soiled garments. “For the sake of the poor ladies you probably chase around town, take a bath!” The three boys took off screaming leaving the poor wyverling motionless on the ground. Livain drew in a deep breath afraid that the little thing might be dead. She reached down and scooped up the wyverling and carried it back to the base of the tree. She held her with all the tenderness of a mother with her new baby. Without a second thought she wrapped the wyverling in her new shawl and cradled it close. She began to open her eyes as the warmth of Livain’s chest radiated through the shawl. She looked down at the little creature and smiled.
“My name is Livain, what is yours” she asked in a quiet tone. The small wyverling tucked her face into the shawl and quivered for a moment. “Please do not be afraid, I just want to help”. She gently caressed the scaly face and looked at one of its injured eyes. She opened the box with the pork and offered her a piece. The little wyverling timidly took the piece of meat and swallowed it practically whole. Having the impression she must have been starving, Livain gladly gave her the whole box of the pork. The wyverling polished the pork off down to the last drop of sauce at the bottom of the box. She licked her scaly lips clean in satisfaction and yawned revealing teeth and a forked tongue. “Was it good? I heard it was some of the best around.” Livain smiled warmly again and the creature nodded. Then suddenly like a calm memory the name Saronnen Selene came into her mind. “Is that your name?” The wyverling gave a soft nod and then the words ::“you may call me Sar”:: popped into her mind. Livain then noticed Sar starting to relax in the shawl. Livain then took the opportunity to inspect Sar. She was an iridescent black that shined like a moon-bow and her belly was mottled in silver. Her eyes lightly glowed a bright white like a distant star. “You are beautiful! What happened that you were being attacked like that?”
Sar looked down and then an image of the wyverling hiding behind a dirty barrel looking hungrily at a fallen apple at the market filled Livains mind. She then saw the three boys pointing at the helpless wyverling accusing it of stealing. She could feel the hunger the poor creature felt and the desperation to eat the fallen apple just to survive. Livain’s eyes stared unblinking off into the distance while her mind is fed images of the terror the wyverling encountered. Livain’s face flushed with anger and clutched Sar tightly to herself.
“Never again will anyone else hurt your nor will you go hungry! Not as long as you are under my watch!” With those words she flops her full bag over her shoulder and carries the wyverling back to Maiathreen.
“Sar,” she said almost out of breath of carrying the heavy bag “My husband is going to be surprised to see me with you in my arms.” She let out a small breathy chuckle and quickly whipped away some sweat off of her brow. Together they stopped for a moment and watched the sunset. The fiery jewel toned light streamed though black clouds giving way to a large golden orb. Glimpses of the sun’s face glimmered through trees and clouds alike. A soft gust of wind carried lifeless leaves to Livain’s feet reminding her of the walk back to Miathreen. For the first time in a long time she felt like she was at peace. She found asylum in her husband from her chaotic life and her newest family member, Sar she found a new beginning. A deep smile found itself on Livain’s face as she walked and occasionally skipped back to Miathreen. Sar too felt like she found a fresh start and even a new home. Hope was in the scales of the little wyverling once more.

Livain is done leveling. She now threatens in a 15 ft radius and has taken Leadership for reasons only DRA knows. She can also Trip people with an arrow although I am tempted to take bill rush instead because its kinda funny to bull rush someone with an arrow...

Thank you :)

DRA I sent you a pm..actually I sent you three, bu that's because Paizo went screwy.

Iron will or improved precise shot for lvl 11 feat?

I'm here still.

1d10 ⇒ 5

I've joined the good fight along side my husband.

Aurora looks around herself examining the three doors. Her brows furrow for a moment as she debates which one to pick. She sighs and admits to herself that she is ready as ever. She looks down at the bodies and plucks two guns, tucking them away in leather pouch. Once she secured the pouch with its brass buckle she turned to her husband.
“I know neither of us haven’t ever trained in these,” she motions to the guns, “but I think they definitely will make someone back off if we waved one in their face right? I mean if worse comes to worst and we can’t fire the damn thing, we can always whack someone in the head with it.”
She lets out a small giggle laced with nervousness. The slightly melodious notes from her giggle permeated the air giving a sense of irony due to their current situation. She looks over at her husband and grabs his hand. Her delicately black lacquered fingers trace his knuckles for a moment. “Well love, which door do you pick? So many prizes to choose from! We could survive, we could get shot, and we could even get stabbed! All prizes are not refundable.”
A large pointed grin is unveiled along with a jesting wink. When she gets nervous she lets a bit a humor break down the anxiety.

At the word “everywhen”, Livain’s heart sank for a moment in remembrance of those lost within it. She listened intently to any plans spoken of. She couldn’t help but wince once more at the idea that there was a statue of all of them. She wished that she could understand what that meant for them all. Were they in grave peril? Was this just a representation of them? Limbo…”Could my dear brother be there?” She thought for a moment and then shook her head to regain focus on the conversation. Her mind was scattered like fragments of broken ice, melting and reforming thoughts. Within those fragments move the faces of her brother, the children lost to the dark void of the everywhen and that abhorrent canvas. For once, she had nothing she could contribute, for in her silence she found solitude, a temporary asylum in order to digest what may come next. She surfaces again to the words spoken by Min.

Livain is taken back by the abrupt departure of the gnoll. She is barely given a chance to react. Before the word, “wait…” could leave her lips, the gnoll had left. Livain couldn’t help but try to figure out a way to pursue for more information but his parting words obliterated all hopes of receiving any more information from him.

She gives a sympathetic smile to her husband. "Don't worry my love, I'll fix it." She gathers herself together straightening her garments, she cooly tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She takes a moment to find another worker preferably not the one her husband accidentally insulted. "Hello, might I borrow a moment of your time. I was hoping maybe you could direct me to an elderly gnoll that lives about the bar. Any help would be greatly appreciated." Her words were accompanied by a genuine kind smile.

diplomacy + hero point:1d20 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 8 = 29

@Livain

"Though I nodded encouragment tah Mai, I fear tah find tha taint upon me is beyond mah capacities tah contain, mah hope is some defense exists tah protect me from tha further taintedness."

Livain couldn't help but feel sad at Belsarious' words. She thought for a moment for a suitable response. At first she was going to tell yet another sad tale of her own past but then something stopped her. She needed to put him at ease and the easiest way to do so was to be down to earth. " Well dear," She clears her throat and for a moment looks around almost as if afraid her lady-like manner might be tarnished by what she was about to say "if I managed to live in hell's a+$ h@&%, endured countless horrors, then manage crawl out like a maggot from a dung heap and all the while not be tainted, then I believe you will be just fine!" She gives the "jolly good" pat on the back and a big warm smile backed with hope to cheer him up a bit. "It was all better when I finally got to take my first shower, I didn't get any of those while under the black dragon flight. We were lucky to have a cup of water and a rag for personal cleansing, needless to say the only true tainting was that my own stink was branded in my mind along with these lovely markings... Trendy eh?" For a moment she let out a deep laugh. She thought to herself, "if only Mai were here, I could picture it now. His brow would have shot straight up and then we would have had to hide a smile."

Maiathreen gives a quick nod in response to Servais' acceptance of the payment. "Are yo OK with this payment Sia Itova? He asks Livain.

Livain gives a slight nod flavored with hesitancy. She bows her head a moment and gently let's out a breath through slightly pursed lips. All the dreadful possibilities Of what this woman could do with their blood warred against any positive outcomes she could think of. For a moment she yelled at her mind to stop worrying followed by a deep rooted yearning for a taste of a "normal" life, one not filled with doubt or fear. She looks up at her husband and finally after a few seconds that felt like hours after nodding her head, She mustered a slightly defeated "yes itova..."

That's fine.

10 Razortusk
1 flamestrike lvl1
4 pincorpse

Livain steps in front of Maiathreen and lets out a slightly embarrassed sigh. "I'm sorry, don't mind him. We just ask questions as a form of caution. We have been through a lot. It is a pleasure to meet you I'm sure you already know my name but I'm Livain and this is my husband Maiathreen and the quiet one is Belsarious. We do have the stones and just what are the worth?" Gives a gentle nod to her husband along with a glare asking him to behave and bring out the stones.

sense motive:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Livain felt saddened by the young orc's reaction and gently inquiries about his scars which the gnoll mentioned. "Please child show us your scars."

Diplomacy:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

She gives a small nod along with a sad look. "It did hurt when I was given these marks, but the pain has been gone now for man many years. It is only the memories that haunt me now." She extends her arm out closer to the gnoll pup. "Yes you may touch them."

Livain’s eyes sadden, quilting them with softness like a mother’s gaze upon her wounded child. She takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly. “Child, If I only had wished to harm you then I would have spared the time of rescuing you and just executed the foul deed. I am not one for wasting time, therefore I did not save you only to betray you.” She lifts up a sleeve and reveals seasoned scars and grotesque branding. “If I were a great one, would I have suffered these?” She pauses for another moment and a soft smile sprouts from her lips. “No, dear child I would not have suffered these marks. I believe I am quite sympathetic to your plight for it was mine as well.”
diplomacy 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

She gives a courteous smile in hopes of concealing a whirlwind of emotions. Images of the painting surface in her mind at the sight of each of their faces. She takes a step closer to her husband. In hopes of consoling the children she tells them her life's story.

"Everything I've just told you all is to let you know we know the pain you've been through and that your not alone anymore. We are here now and no one is going to hurt you anymore. No priests or devils NOTHING."

She hopes that by telling them the horrors that she and Maiathreen had endured that they would see them as kindred spirits. That they will not injure them or let injury come to them. Despite the rising memories of the painting she feels the tears flowing down her face as she thinks about what these children had gone through. It mattered not that they were kobold, orc, and gnoll. To her they were just children, children who had seen much more than they ever should have.

She feels Maiathreen's strong hand grip her own as he stands with her as he always has and always will.

I need to find me some kind of relic weapon of awesomeness, like Avenaada :)

"Thank you Aylaeth, take care as well. We'll be fine" She says with a smile as she hugs back. Turning to her husband. "Are you ready my love?" She says with a quick kiss and a laugh.

After taking off she can't help but laugh as the colorful flock of birds fly around the two of them. When the birds return to the jungle she becomes more serious knowing they were possibly heading into dangerous territory.

Livain smiles for just a moment before smacking her hand against her forehead upon seeing the massive size of this complex and realizing it could take weeks just to search this place. She takes a deep breath....and slowly releases it as she tries to keep her sanity. She nods distractedly at Min's suggestion of heading back to the others, while mumbling softly but not so softly as to not be heard. "Of course we're in a live volcano why wouldn't we be? Couldn't be somewhere nice like a mineral hot spring oh no of course not!"

Livain is cast into a restless and empty slumber with only the images of the mirror surfacing her sleeping mind. She sees all the images from the painting in full bloom as they unravel in horrible shades of shadow and anguish. Her body twitches gently as her lips quiver for a moment only long enough to utter a soft mumble and then expel a troubled breath. Her heart's rhythm would pound then subside to a soft beat, her only indication of trouble from her nightmares. Her bodies only signal for help from those lucid dreams that keep gracing her fragile mind. Suddenly she feels a soothing relief as the warmth of a single caress from Maiathreens finger striking her forehead ever so gently in the relocation of a strand of hair. She could feel the warm blanket surrounding her for a moment as she stirred from the touch on her forehead.

Did our loving DM have a bad day at work today? Poor Livain was probably happily looking at the pretty landscape and then BAM! Here comes the proverbial sh!t storm brewing in. She will never look at paintings quite the same way again…As for orphans, DAMN LITTLE ANNIE AND HER MUSIC! Just imagine if Mai, Livain and Servais were in our world how they would handle the situation. Thanksgiving dinner with Servais would never be the same. “Servais would you care to pass the corn and not eat my husband’s soul! Pumpkin pie is in the fridge…”
When I read what happened to Livain, a huge smile crept up on my face because that meant I finally got to play with an aspect of Livain that I had not truly covered yet. That aspect my dear friends is insanity!

Livain eyes widened and she could feel her heart in her throat. Her blood drained her face and the taste of metal laced her tongue as fear overcame her. She suddenly dropped anything that was in her hands and ran as fast and as far as she could from that loathsome room with it’s vile painting. She suddenly had a new found deep disdain for art, children and Servais. Livain was not one to be shaken but she was thoroughly rocked. Tremors weaved through every muscle and her pupils stayed in a constant state of shock. She mumbled things to herself for a moment and started pacing back and forth like a mad woman. The look on her husband’s face when he drew his last breath and uttered her name was branded in her mind for all eternity. The death of her brother seemed palatable compared to what she saw in the painting. She could almost feel each little blade jab her as the children danced around her. She felt every emotion etched upon the surface of that canvas. Was it real? Was it an illusion by magic? Everything began to spin and she felt the contents of her stomach come forth from her quivering lips. A cold sweat poured from her brow and she could feel the world spinning underneath the soles of her feet. Never had she felt such a deep sense of terror, not even when she was besieged as a child at the hands of her torturers. The images kept playing over and over in her mind. They plagued her like a vulture taunting its dying victim by looming nearby.

Livain prepares for the worst, since nothing is ever easy for them. She prepares to fire if anything attacks.

"What's your decision then? Leave the tarp or remove it and hope for the best? Livain asks as she continues her watch.

"Min... Are you alright? What in the nine hells just happened?" Livain asks as she scans the room for anything that could have attacked him.

Perception:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

*cough*
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

"I see it, Min." She says, following the orders of the lieutenant she takes a step back but keeps a Razortusk arrow nocked and ready just in case anything attacks.

readied action: shoot anything threatening
Deadly Aim:1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23
Deadly Aim Damage:1d8 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Actually Min do you still have the adamantine longsword you found in the prison room? If you do can I grab it? Even though I fight only with the bow even in melee now for image purposes I still want to carry a melee weapon....unless you are using it. I know you normally use a bastard sword in melee I wasn't sure if you had switched or not...

Also completely unrelated...I want adamantine tipped arrows....for sundering purposes I think it'd be aweso to break an enemy's weapon with an arrow. ;)

"Lets go room by room. It may take longer, but I'd hate to end up surrounded by Dragonflight soldiers because we missed some in a room we skipped."