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Rhia Van der Geist's page

221 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)

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)

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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)

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.


I'm here, leveled to two, crunch done, working on background now.


Looking to reflavor the Ancestors Mystery so that it's not the ghosts of her ancestors but spirits she controls through sheer force of will, some willingly, some grudgingly. The more malevolent ones aren't thrilled about it and act out in any way they can, manifesting as her Oracle's curse.


I'll have background reworked tomorrow and leveled to 2 by later today.


Spooky GM wrote:

Oops, missed a couple characters earlier.

@Rhia Van der Geist: Looks good, but some doctoring would be nice.

@Chris Parker: A gun-based Inquisitor, interesting. I was wondering if someone would take a Holy Gun Paladin, but wasn't expecting this. I'll allow Sarenrae for it.

@Truin: Not much to comment on, so I'll await background.

@Shang: Another older character. I like the idea of a gaki as something to work with, since it's fairly unconventional as far as backstory monsters are concerned. I'm guessing supporting characters would be members of the Tien community?

@GM Capt Wombat: I'm fine with a fey character, and itwould probably tip the scales in terms of my consideration of "do I include the fey in this at all or not".

Ok, will get to work on it.

RPG Superstar 2009 Top 16

Ok will adjust later today


This character was created for a Carrion Crown campaign that fizzled but I think she's the type of character you're looking for. I can doctor her background.


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)

”My family has defended the public in the name of Pharasma for generations, and I personally assure you that any action we take will be in The Lady’s name.” Rhia says sincerely.

Diplomacy1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22


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 they await the return of the acolyte, a faint choral singing can be vaguely heard, a hymn to Pharasma at least 2 centuries out of common use.

Random Ghost Sound occurrence


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 remains in the stacks allowing Windom the opportunity to gain the woman's trust. As superstitious as the old lady appeared to be, Rhia's spiritual companions were unlikely to be welcome here. When ready shegoes with Windom to the church.


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 History (Ravengro prison)1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Knowledge Religion (ghosts/hauntings)1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25


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)

Aid another Diplomacy1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


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 did I[Ooc]
Somewhat surprised by the hostile reception, Rhia attempts to convince the woman with little success.

[Ooc]Diplomacy 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 = 12


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 wold 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 crosslegged on the bed, skyclad 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. The spiritual energy around Ysmerelda was especially notable, a powerful boon of some sort, perhaps a gift from her goddess. Overall, she had an interesting group of companions to get to know.

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, appying an appropriate perfume ,myrrh based carrying the spiritual energy of final rest. She dons formal black robes of silk, lined with silver an elevated version of what was customary for servants of the Lady, a long flowing cloak completing her outfit.

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


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 also follows Kendra to the study, taking the time to browse the titles of the books on the shelves and scan through the Professor’s research. As she looks through a stack of papers, a chair quietly pulls itself up behind her, and the young woman sits, whispering a quiet thank you , seemingly to nothing.

“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.”

As the others process her revelation and Raldora speaks, Rhia nods.

"A place like that that held violent souls that died in a traumatic or violent manner would be exactly the type of scenario to give rise to powerful malevolent ghosts."

Rhia will start with the church of Pharasma seeking obscure knowledge on the Whispering Way and Ravengro. Knowledge Religion 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20, She will engage the most knowledgeable scholars amongst the priests, discussing theories of undead in places of dark energies like Ravengro, and the effects of mass deaths on the spiritual energies in the area


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)
Windom wrote:


Ghosts will be a new quarry for me.

"Ghosts happen to be my area of expertise, along with a deep familiarity with Ustalav's supernatural predators." Rhia says quietly.

Perception 10:

Rhia's left hand supports her teacup while she holds it in her right. The spoon seems to be stirring honey in by itself.


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)

Also Knowledge Religion:Whispering Way 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"And one of these texts is sacred to Ugathoa the goddess of undeath," Rhia says quietly, "There were definitely dangerous forces whose attention was on the Professor "


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 (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24Umbral Leaves
Knowledge (religion):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25Serving Your Hunger
Knowledge (religion):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9On verified Madness
Knowledge (religion):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14Journal


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)

May not be around too much today as it's my son's 5th birthday, but glad to see we've got new life breathed into this game.


I'll run it by the rest of the group, feel free to check out the character interactions 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)

So we have an offer


Ok so it seems that [spoiler=http://paizo.com/campaigns/SpringHeeledGMsCarrionCrown/gameplay&page=1] THIS[/url] game has lost our GM right after the reading of the will.

All players are still on board, and if you read through the posts to dat we have a pretty good dynamic going 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)

I'm here as 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)

"The most important thing is that if anyone is aware that these books are here, there are quite a few dangerous individuals and groups that could target Kendra. We are here to make sure that she is in no more danger than absolutely necessary."


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)

"My talents lie with dealing with those reaching from beyond the grave, a gift from Lady Pharasma. As you say we all seem to have been picked for a very specific reason, and I intend to make sure that Kendra is kept safe form the dangers of the Professor's studies." 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)

"Gentlemen please, your curiosity is understandable but I doubt you are making her feel any more comfortable." Rhia interjects.


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 speech:

As Ysmerelda 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 chaplain.

”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.”

As the small group sits gathered in the receiving room, Rhia takes in her company. She begins to rise as Kendra leaves to bring tea, but halts, again seeming to listen for a moment before sitting back down with a slight nod.

”I can't say that the term registers anything for me. But I'm sure as friends of the professor, I doubt any of us are what would be welcome in a place like this as normal. Pleased to meet you all, I’m Rhia.”

Knowledge Planes1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6


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 maintains silence as the men address the mob. While it was possible to cow a group like this with knowledge, communal fear had a way of turning reasonable people into riotous mobs with no ability to reason.


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 very air seems to mourn the Professor's passing. Those in attendance 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.

A delicate, wraith-like figure seems to glide forward, a filmy 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, y'know. I'm glad I could be here."

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