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Virashi

Rhia Van der Geist's page

249 posts. Alias of Mark Thomas 66 (RPG Superstar 2009 Top 16).


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Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"We seek only to do the Lady's work. Protecting those that would be preyed upon by the undead, and sending them back to the beyond." Rhia says with open heartfelt honesty, looking the old man in the eyes.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"Indeed, I intend to speak with those at the chuch, would anyone care to join me?" Rhia asks absently


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia's features harden slightly at the sight of the maddened archivist.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"Neither do I, we should remain until he leaves."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia staggers back in shock, the idea of the quiet scholar launching such a violent assault momentarily taking her by surprise. Yet her experience was already launching her mind on the search for possible explanations.

Possession perhaps? Or could he have been a cultist of the Whispering Way all along, trying to find out what Petros knew?

Around her, a sound akin to angry whispering seems to fade in.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"This is a wonderful breakfast Kendra, thank you so much." Rhia says putting fruit on a plate as a slice of bread with jam moves itself to another plate that is slid over in front of her.

"The Temple of Pharasma should be a useful source of information."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia awakens and breathes deeply, realizing that today would be the beginning of what might be a dangerous exploration into the darkness that seemed to loom over the town. Slipping out from under the covers, she stands up, the clothing she had removed the previous night scattered across the floor, as was the norm for anything she put down, tossed by the more restless of her spiritual entourage.

She stretches, leaving the blinds drawn shut, and lighting a candle in the dark room, she sits cross-legged on the bed, sky clad as she uses the flame to draw her focus, reaching out to the spirit world, her morning ritual, part meditation, part communion with a world with which she possesses a unique bond.

There was far more spiritual activity in Ravengro that she had ever encountered before, a sign of.... something, though she did not know what.

Perhaps an hour later she opens her eyes, smiling at the spirit of her grandmother, watching over her. It was fitting that as a cleric of Pharasma her spirit would be walking with her today.

She rises, washing with almost ritual care, applying an appropriate perfume ,myrrh based, carrying the spiritual energy of final rest. She dons simple gauzy linen robes, a long flowing light cloak completing her outfit.

Leaving the majority of her gear in her room, she takes a couple of vials, some empty others full and a few pieces of chalk, along with a field journal and quill, before makes her way down the stairs to join the others.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Can't wait to see it.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"It looks like we will need to leave the locked book for another time, we do have a month." Rhia says as she glances over form the passage she is studying.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

We have 4


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Paying close attention to the writing in the margins, Rhia looks at the passage that appears to be the focus.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As the discussion continues the copy of Feeding Your Hunger floats over to land in Rhia's lap. Smiling her thanks at something only she sees, the young oracle begins flipping through the vile tome.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"I'm sure that many seeking the path of the Whispering Way get their start with Serving your Hunger. We will definitely need to see that cache of weapons and visit Harrowstone." Rhia says quietly.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"If they realized he was close to knowing what they were up to, I'm sure they were responsible for his death. Since their members include a number of undead, it is not unlikely that a malevolent ghost or phantasm is responsible." Rhia says frowning.

Around her angry whispers seem to rise.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As Stefan flips through the journal, Rhia scans the entries over his shoulder, her mind searching through her knowledge of the area and the influence of undead.

Knowledge History: Ravengro: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Knowledge Religion:Whispering way: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia listens to the reading of the will with a heavy heart, turning to face Kendra when the councilman finishes.

"Kendra, I would be happy to remain here to make sure that you are safe, and he's right, the knowledge contained in books like those is something you shouldn't have to worry about."

Turning to face the others she decides that it would be best to introduce herself fully.

“Some of you may have heard the name Van der Geist before, given the circles you’ve traveled in. My family has been protecting the people of Ustalav from the undead and all types of supernatural predators for 500 years. From the moment we’re able we are taught and trained to use our skills and talents in the defense of the living, some as holy warriors and hunters, some as priests or exorcists, each in their own way. As a part of our pact with Pharasma past members of my family are allowed to remain, in order to aid those of us who continue to fight, and that is where my….gift….and my connection to the Professor comes in.”

She looks at each of the group as she takes a deep breath, the back of her cloak moving slightly as it would if someone were patting her back supportively.

“I am somewhat of a ….touchstone for the spirits of my family, and for the spirit world in general. The veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is thinner wherever I am, and as a result I’m especially sensitive to their presence. I can sometimes see ghosts, affect malevolent haunting spirits, and call upon the aid of my ancestors in battle, drawing assistance, weapons and even sometimes a physical manifestation of a member of my family to fight against the undead. This is what prompted the Professor to study me, and he is the one that helped me to embrace this legacy.”

Rhia turns once again to Kendra. "I will gladly stay and help you an any way I can."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Hey everyone, will be camping with the family until Tuesday and may be totally of the grid. Bot me as needed.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"Places like a prison where many have died can often have a number of malevolent spirits bound to the location. Some of the more vicious ones can manifest enough to do violent things like topple a statue, in fact even not so vicious ones can sometimes act out." Rhia says quietly, taking another sip.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"What...oh, it's...not a trick...not really." Rhia says quietly, careful not to put the glass down once she is holding it.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia appears to not even notice as the brandy glass floats over to her hand. After taking a sip she looks up, noticing the other's stares. "Um..sorry"


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"Brandy would be a delight Kendra but please....don't go to any trouble on our account. If you need help with anything let me know." Rhia says earnestly as she takes a seat.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

In the solemn silence that follows Edekar's poem, Rhia looks to the side, her head tilted as if listening to something. ”Yes I was going to.” she whispers to the air before moving to stand next to the priest.

”My name is Rhia Van der Geist. It was studying my family’s place in the nation’s history, and the continued impact of our presence in Ustalav that brought the professor and I to first work together. At that time, he was a brilliant expert on everything supernatural, and to a young girl unsure of her destiny, an excellent outside view of what her family’s presence meant to people who did not even know of their existence.” she sighs deeply, working to maintain her composure, and it seems almost as if the sounds of sighing and sniffling multiply throughout the cemetery.

”The professor was an amazing man who understood the land we live in in ways no one else did, and above all simply wanted to make the world safe for everybody.”

She makes no effort to conceal the tears that stream down her face as she steps aside quietly.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia looks out of the carriage window, the gloomy sky reflecting her mood. Though she knew that the Professor would be with the Lady of the Graves now, and that she should celebrate his life, the fact was that she would sorely miss the old man and their late night converastions over mulled wine.
It was he who had helped her come to understand her unique gift and truly embrace the connection she had with Pharasma's realm.
As the carriage rumbles to a stop she gathers herself, the door opened for her by the spirit of the ever chivalrous Guylain, her great uncle who often took on such roles.
I wonder if I'll get to see him like this, just once
The sky seems ready to weep as she exits the coach into the town square, a vision of somber ethereal beauty, dressed in flowing black and silver for the occasion, the deeply cowled hood of her cloak plunging her beautiful face in shadow, a reflection of the deep emotions she was feeling.

As overcast as the day is, the very air seems to mourn the Professor's passing. Those in already in the manor feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills slightly, faint mist coming from the mouths of all in attendance as the small crowd parts without truly realizing why.

The delecate, wraithlike figure seems to glide forward, her cloak moving against the wind almost as if under water as it wraps around her form.

Alongside her, almost unnoticeable, the grass bends as if depressed by another pair of feet to her left and a little behind her.
As she lifts her head, grey eyes,of an almost crystalline clarity gaze out of a face at once both youthful and ageless, filled with an awareness far beyond imagination.

Those eyes pass over the assembled group occasionally seeming to stop on nothing, nodding to something unseen.
Looking at Kendra she moves forward to embrace her.

"He's so proud of you, you know. I'd be honored to help."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

I'm also Eastern Time, UTC -4. In NYC.

Rhia's family is pretty well known in Ustalav. At least by the common folk they save. It's like having Van Helsing as a last name.


Thank you!


Just a bit of prelude to introduce writing style and characterization.:

The stairs always seemed longer after a day like this. As she made her way up to her rooms in the Van der Geist manor, Rhia looked forward to a long soak in a hot bath, a much deserved reward for the hard work of the last few days.

Already her brother Garrick, a Paladin of Pharasma, had made his way to the temple, before heading home to reunite with his new wife. The graveyard of the village they'd ridden to aid had finally been put to rest after a hard fought battle, and Rhia longed to have the finger-bone scratches on her leg soothed by the hot water and bath salts.

A wall sconce snuffed out behind her, the work of one of the rebellious ghosts that traveled with her, a sign of her exhaustion, they were always harder to restrain when she was tired.

Despite the fact that it was well past midnight, she was glad to see a warm fire in her anteroom, a welcome home by Milen, the family's head maid. As she dropped her gear just in the door, and made her way to the bath she could see the steam rising, beckoning, an irresistible call.

Without hesitation she began to disrobe, the warm air comforting, a hint of what lay in store in the water almost too hot to bear, just the way she liked it. As the last of her garments hit the floor she noticed a letter, on the dresser. As she considered letting it wait until morning, the envelope floated up off of the dresser, hovering across the room to her hand.

"Fine, I'll read it now." she said in mock exasperation.

She broke the seal, unfolding the parchment to find an official looking script, as she read, the world seemed to go cold.

The Professor was dead.

The tears came freely, the loss of a good friend striking deep until the sobs wracked her body as she knelt on the lush rug, clutching the letter to her chest. Unaware of the passage of time, she slowly rose, gently placing the letter back on her dresser and entered the bathing chamber, slowly lowering herself into the warm water. Though not quite as hot as it would have been, the water soothed her soul as much as her aching body if not more. She would sit here for a while, allowing her mind and body to relax, and then she would sleep. Because tomorrow......tomorrow she would be attending a funeral.


Rhia isn't so much of a healer as a supernatural specialists. As somone from a long line of undead hunters, she calls upon the spirits of her ancestors, who through a blessing of Pharasma are able to cross the veil to empower her to carry on the fight.

While she can heal if needed she just as often is front and center in the melee protecting the innocent people of Ravengro.


I present Rhia for your review (I think she was created 25 pt buy but I can change that)


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Very nice. My Anniversary is the day after so I took the weekend of work.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

I'm willing to wait, hope all goes well.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Knowledge Arcana1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Knowledge Religion1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"While I would definitely like to go through those books while you gentlemen are done with them, there are definitely other sources of information available in this town. I'll be happy to join you Jethnash." Rhia says calmly.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"We should definitely inspect the books for what information can be gathered in order to be better prepared for what we might find." Rhia says quietly.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Sure I'm fine with waiting.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As the pale one eyed nobleman pulls Kendra side, Rhia studies the exchange, concerned for Kendra. The bickering of the others drowns out any possibility of knowing what Lord Bloodgrave had divulged.

Perception1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia sits quietly, her gaze passing over the room, taking in the energy of one of the Professor's favorite places.

She seems not to notice when Kendra places the tea on the table near her chair, yet as she picks up a book left on the floor by the side of the chair, two cubes of sugar rise ad drop themselves in to the cup, a spoon soon rising to stir it before the cup and saucer gently float to her hand, seemingly of their own accord.

"You don't need to fuss over.....oh" she fades into muttering, realizing that the others in the room were staring in varying degrees of surprise.

A soft echo of a chuckle seems to pass through the air around her.

She listens to the reading of the will with a heavy heart, turning to face Kendra when the councilman finishes.

"Kendra, I would be happy to remain here to make sure that you are safe, and he's right, the knowledge contained in books like those is something you shouldn't have to worry about."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Yeah this campaign definitely has a different feel. Loving it so far.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

In the awkward silence that follws as Vigilance finishes speaking, Rhia looks to the side, her head tilted as if listening to something. ”Yes I was going to.” she whispers to the air before moving to stand next to the priest.

”My name is Rhia Van der Geist. It was studying my family’s place in the nation’s history, and the continued impact of our presence in Ustalav that brought the professor and I to first work together. At that time, he was a brilliant expert on everything supernatural, and to a young girl unsure of her destiny, an excellent outside view of what her family’s presence meant to people who did not even know of their existence.” she sighs deeply, and it seems almost as if the sounds of sighing and sniffling multiply throughout the cemetery.

”The professor was an amazing man who understood the land we live in in ways no one else did, and above all simply wanted to make the world safe for everybody.”


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

I think that was addressed by "He doesn't seemed swayed by Lord Charles' words. He continues to address Kendra."


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

So I just read through everyone's descriptions and realized from a visual standpoint, just how creepy this funeral procession would be to the average commoner.

And on that note, an icon that better suits the feel.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia glares at the townspeople, the sounds of irritated whispering faintly audible as if amongst the villagers.

"You would obstruct a funeral?"


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia looks out of the carriage window, the gloomy sky reflecting her mood. Though she knew that the Professor would be with the Lady of the Graves now, and that she should celebrate his life, the fact was that she would sorely miss the old man and their late night converastions over mulled wine.

It was he who had helped her come to understand her unique gift and truly embrace the connection she had with Pharasma's realm.
As the carriage rumbles to a stop she gathers herself, the door opened for her by the spirit of the ever chivalrous Guylain, her great uncle who often took on such roles.

I wonder if I'll get to see him like this, just once

The sky seems ready to weep as she exits the coach into the town square, a vision of somber ethereal beauty, dressed in flowing black and silver for the occasion, the deeply cowled hood of her cloak plunging her beautiful face in shadow, a reflection of the deep emotions she was feeling.

As overcast as the day is, the very air seems to mourn the Professor's passing. Those in already in the manor feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills slightly, faint mist coming from the mouths of all in attendance as the small crowd parts without truly realizing why.
The delecate, wraithlike figure seems to glide forward, her cloak moving against the wind almost as if under water as it wraps around her form.

As she lifts her head, grey eyes,of an almost crystalline clarity gaze out of a face at once both youthful and ageless, filled with an awareness far beyond imagination.

Those eyes pass over the assembled group occasionally seeming to stop on nothing, nodding to something unseen.

Looking at Kendra she moves forward to embrace her.
"He's so proud of you, you know. I'd be honored to help."


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Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Enjoy!

Just a bit of prelude to get us going.

The stairs always seemed longer after a day like this. As she made her way up to her rooms in the Van der Geist manor, Rhia looked forward to a long soak in a hot bath, a much deserved reward for the hard work of the last few days.

Already her brother Garrick, a Paladin of Pharasma, had made his way to the temple, before heading home to reunite with his new wife. The graveyard of the village they'd ridden to aid had finally been put to rest after a hard fought battle, and Rhia longed to have the finger-bone scratches on her leg soothed by the hot water and bath salts.

A wall sconce snuffed out behind her, the work of one of the rebellious ghosts that traveled with her, a sign of her exhaustion, they were always harder to restrain when she was tired.

Despite the fact that it was well past midnight, she was glad to see a warm fire in her anteroom, a welcome home by Milen, the family's head maid. As she dropped her gear just in the door, and made her way to the bath she could see the steam rising, beckoning, an irresistible call.

Without hesitation she began to disrobe, the warm air comforting, a hint of what lay in store in the water almost too hot to bear, just the way she liked it. As the last of her garments hit the floor she noticed a letter, on the dresser. As she considered letting it wait until morning, the envelope floated up off of the dresser, hovering across the room to her hand.

"Fine, I'll read it now." she said in mock exasperation.

She broke the seal, unfolding the parchment to find an official looking script as she read, the world seemed to go cold.
The Professor was dead.

The tears came freely, the loss of a good friend striking deep until the sobs wracked her body as she knelt on the lush rug, clutching the letter to her chest. Unaware of the passage of time, she slowly rose, gently placing the letter back on her dresser and entered the bathing chamber, slowly lowering herself into the warm water. Though not quite as hot as it would have been, the water soothed her soul as much as her aching body if not more. She would sit here for a while, allowing her mind and body to relax, and then she would sleep. Because tomorrow......tomorrow she would be attending a funeral.

Next post will be in present tense, just setting up.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Dot


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia looks at the little girl with an intense gaze before smiling slightly. When the girl moves past her she seems for a moment to be more....real, becoming more sharply defined before moving on.

A barstool slides into place behind her as she sits without ever looking back to confirm it was there, the wine glass moving to her hand on it's own as she takes a sip then places the glass back on the table, careful not to release the glass.


Female Human Oracle of Ancestors 1; 10/10 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +2 R +2 W +4 (+5 fear); Init +2; Perception +4 (+6 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As overcast as the day is, the sudden chill the flows through the door as it opens seems out of place. Those near the door feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills, faint mist coming from the mouths of those nearest as the small crowd parts without truly realizing why.

A deligate, wraithlike figure seems to glide forward, a filmy cloak moving without breeze, almost as if underwater as it wraps around her form.

Alongside her, almost unnoticeable, the dust on the ground is disturbed as if by another pair of feet to her left and a little behind her.

As she lifts her head allowing a glimpse under her hood, grey eyes of an almost crystalline clarity gaze out of a face at once both youthful and ageless, filled with awareness far beyond imagination.
Those eyes pass over the assembled group patrons seeming to stop on nothing, nodding to something unseen.

Flowing across the room to the bar she sits, eerie sounds echoing around her.

”A glass of wine please”


Adjusted to level 1


I'd like to submit, will level down from 2


And description and visual.

Description:

Rhia

Slender with a build belying her inner strength, Rhia possesses an almost ethereal air, projecting an aura of someone at once there and somewhere else. Her supernatural abilities lead her to often be looking at things others are unable to see leaving her gaze slightly unfocused, as if perpetually distracted.

With her stature and build, slight yet still femininely curvy, she would seem not only somewhat delicate but harmless were it not for the slight chill that seems to surround her, pricking the goose flesh of those nearby and the occasional aura of menace tht arises from time to time, usually when she is angered, accompanied by objects being knocked over or thrown around seemingly by nothing.

Rhia favors filmy robes of light gauzy materials, making use of the ghostly forces at her command to protect her from physical harm..

A beautiful young woman with an unnerving gaze, both ancient and piercing, one cannot help feeling both drawn and uneasy in her presence.

Her body is covered in tattoos of mystic symbols and patterns, magical sigils that enhance and reinforce her control over the supernatural forces she wields.


Backstory:

I’ve always been able to see them. Ghosts I mean. Not saying I see them all the time, but when they want to be seen, I’m the one staring straight at them. Creeps people out, which is probably why I was stuck at the orphanage until I was almost old enough to work.

No one wants to adopt the creepy quiet girl who sees things that aren’t there.

Until someone does. And yes I was way too happy and excited about it to even question what a weird older man living alone would be allowed to adopt a 15 yr old girl, or why he would want to. All I cared about was that I had a home. One of the few things that made me happy back at the orphanage was reading, since the other kids all thought I was weird, so when I saw the old man’s Library I thought I was in heaven.

It was a pretty sweet life for a while. The old man had a lot of money and didn’t ask me to do anything weird. Not only was I able to go into the library whenever I wanted, but when he noticed me reading books about ghosts and life and death, he started showing me some of his personal collection on the topic. Turns out he was fascinated with it too, and had all kinds of secret tomes on the other side of the veil as he called it.

He taught me things, spirit magic, he called it, little tricks like lighting a candle, how to feel the presence of a ghost or other kinds of entities like it, even how to see them as long as they had a physical form. It was a strange kind of bonding experience that brought two people most of society kept at a distance a little closer. Or so I thought.

The night before my 16th birthday, he told me that he was a part of a society that was tasked by Pharasma’s church to study the veil and keep it intact and that with all the promise I’d shown, he wanted to indoctrinate me at a ceremony the next night. I was so excited I don’t think I slept more than an hour.

When the time arrived I felt like a princess. He’d had some younger female members, acolytes he called them come to his mansion to prepare me, sacred baths, mystic symbols drawn in henna on my skin, a ceremonial robe, as bizarre as it all was it felt special. Until I drank something and woke up naked chained to a freakish altar dedicated to Urgothoa with 50 chanting cultists around me and a priestess standing over me with a scythe.

Turns out, I am special. I’m tied right into the veil between worlds, and by killing me as I became a woman, at the peak of whatever ceremony they were performing, they’d create a permanent tear in it, allowing all forms of undead through.

I should have been terrified, but the only thing I felt was rage. All around me I could see ghosts. Not the sad or quiet peaceful ones, the angry hate filled ones that want to make people suffer, and somehow, as the blade was about to fall I gave them what they wanted. I gave them the cultists. I told them to kill everybody in that room and somehow that’s exactly what happened.

I’ll never be able to forget what I saw that night, or the sounds of the screaming. After it was all over, the angry ghosts left, but I was still surrounded by others, for some reason tied to me now. I commanded them to free me and they did, even helped me as I ran like hell from that place.

I’ve never been alone since, wherever I go I can see into the spirit world, talk to them, command them when need be. They aren’t always willing, but I’m not always nice about it either. I figure it’s either a gift or a curse so I might as well do something with it. I help people. People who have problems with things going bump in the night.

I’ve learned a lot, studied the books I took before I left, learned from other people in the field even been taught a few tricks by ghosts who had something interesting to teach. Hell I even killed a vampire once, she was pretty new to it, but it turns out if you can hide from them, you can get them by surprise and kill them like anything else.

I guess I hunt the dark creepy things out there so other people can go on living their perfect lives. I’m fine being a freak, normal is boring.

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