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Rhia Van der Geist's page

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


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Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia whispers a mystic chant, a wan glow seeming to emanate from deep within her eyes as she peers into the supernatural spectrum. Detect Undead


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia wracks her brain for any phenomena she's previously experienced that was in any way similar but to no avail.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As the bullseye lanterns are offered Rhia accepts one, whispering a few words to her lefts, her eyes shimmering with an eerie glow before falling in with the others, her hands free, the lantern held aloft as if by someone half a foot taller just behind her.
Cast Unseen servant, duration 4 hours

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 16 if undead

At the sound of the scream and Ereviss' warning, the oracle of the dark lady calls upon her gift, a swirling ethereal flicker surrounding her body, the ghostly image of a sword, shield or armor occasionally manifesting around her only to fade into invisibility again.

Activating Spirit Shield, +4 AC 1st hour


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Sorry been on vacation this week and will be camping for a couple days. Access may be limited or non-existent until Sunday.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)
Christoph Metzger wrote:
Agrimar wrote:
I thought the prison was hallowed again, or at least stable with Vesorianna taking the place of her husband...

Even if that is the case and there are nothing else haunting the prison, Christoph would still see her as a soul that needs to be sent to face Pharasma's judgement and then go to the appropriate plane (Heaven, Nirvana, Elysium, etc).

Having already donned his armor, Christoph retrieves the rest of his gear.

Christoph declines Ereviss' offer of holy water, "Thank you, but I already carry a supply for myself." The Voice taps two glass vials on a bandolier on his chest.

Then you might have some issues when you see my powers in action.

"Thank you Ereviss." Rhia says quietly taking one of the vials and adding it to the one already stored within an inner pocket within her cloak.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

As they settle into the coach she turns to Kendra, "So we're taking the old Mountain Road then?"


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia steps forward giving the preist a hug before the group leaves.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"The Lady's will shall be done one way or another Father, perhaps the Prelate will find himself inspired by recent events." Rhia says with a hint of a not-quite smirk.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

A ghostly hum of a hymn to Pharasma sounds around around Rhia as they are welcomed, something that has happened every time she's come here.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

A quiet smile crosses Rhia's lips at the dramatic presence, as the hood of her cloak draws up over her head to keep out the rain as if by a protective parent.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia awakens and breathes deeply, realizing that today would be the beginning of a journey that was a part of a solmn task, delivering materials that could prove incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands. 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 a strong yet quieted spiritual resonance in Ravengro, moreso than 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 until after the visit to the temple, she makes her way down the stairs to join the others.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia's eyes go completely white, her body shift fliudly as if underwater as she begins to speak in an echoing monotone.

"The Whispering Way...... organization of necromancers.......plague to the Inner Sea region......thousands of years.
Agents of the Whispering Way........allied with undead with undead creatures,.......becoming themselves undead. Tar-Baphon,..........the Whispering Tyrant,.........their most dreaded but far from their first."
she says before releasing a shuddering breath and slipping out of the trance.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia moves over to Kendra, putting an arm around her, a handkerchief floating from her sleeve into her other hand where she plucks it from the air and hands it to her friend.

"I will gladly come with you and see them safely delivered."

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Knowledge History: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

As he speaks, Rhia's gaze is drawn towards Christoph, an aura of death and the supernatural clinging to him, as could be expected given his clothing. She pauses, running the town through her mind.

Knowledge Local.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

At the mention of The Warden's Wife, Rhia's head cocks to the side as if listening to something only she can hear. "Ah, her spirit remained...a strong good will." she says nodding, taking the glass that floats from the table to her hand seemingly without noticing that she was doing anything unusual.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"I'm happy to help in any way possible, Kendra. I will gladly travel with you all." Rhia says quietly.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 conversations 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, stepping out of the carriage and onto the dusty streets after the others have disembarked.

I wonder if I'll get to see him as….

The sky seems ready to weep as she exits the coach in front of the house, 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.

Those she passes feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills slightly, faint mist coming from the mouths of by passers who step aside without truly realizing why.

The delicate, 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 dust kicks up as if stirred 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 others assembled, locking on Kendra, as she moves forward to embrace her old friend.

”I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here sooner Kendra.”


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Sory was without internet for a couple days. They're coming to fix it tomorrow. Posting from work now.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Hey everyone, reporting for duty! Thanks you for having me.


Rhia is complete.

Her reason for not attending the funeral is that she and her older brother were investigating a case of miner's going missing or stating attack from their fellows. As it turned out they had encountered a cavern inhabited by a wight who proceeded to kill the first miners to encounter it, turning them into lesser wights. By the time they solved what was happening and managed to clear the mine, it was weeks past the funeral, which Rhia didn't find out about until she'd gotten back home.


Level 2: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Level 2 reroll: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Level 3: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Level 4: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Level 4 Reroll: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Leveled except for equipment (will finish later today). Concept is if the Ghost Whisperer was a descendant of Van Helsing.


Will level her up to 4 soon.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Here's to a full recovery.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Oh my god. I'm so sorry. He will definitely be in my thoughts. I hope he experiences a full recovery soon.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

I'm here


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"I would like to visit the church, both to seek more information and for...personal reasons." Rhia says quietly, thinking on her family history.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"I am sure there must be, and if so, we will seek the answers we need to protect you all and put those responsible to rest." Rhia says quietly.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

The sorrow reawakened by talk of the Professor's death is soon replaced by a righteous anger as the others' suspicions are voiced. Furniture in the room begins to rattle slightly as she speaks through teary eyes.

"They will pay for any part they played in his death Kendra, I promise you that. Looking at Ysmerelda she nods solemnly, anything you need of me, just ask."


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia quietly studies Kendra's other guests, feeling the tension within the room.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Rhia looks up as the Dwarf she'd seen outside enters with another woman with strange eyes. Petros was always good at gathering interesting people around him.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Taking the time to quietly peruse the Journal, Rhia considers what she knows of the topics mentioned within.

Knowledge (religion) : Whispering Way: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Knowledge (history): Harrowstone: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

"That is a good thing," Rhia's quietlt as she is introduced to everyone, "Petros always did have a knack for assembling the right type of people at the right time."

As she moves across the room to embrace Kendra, a toy near Junior floats up and places itself in the toddler's lap, eliciting a giggle.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Understandable, January is rough for a lot of people.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Pre-occupied, the oracle barely notices as the knocker raps seemingly of it's own accord while she stands at the doorstep.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 conversations 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 in front of the house, 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 she passes feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills slightly, faint mist coming from the mouths of by passers who step aside without truly realizing why.

The delicate, 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 dust kicks up as if stirred 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 house she’d come to know so well before she knocks on the door with a sad sigh.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

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 two weeks.

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. The funeral had already passed but she needed to see Kendra, tomorrow she would head to Ravengro.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

A pleasure sir!


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Ah ok, the original campaign I'd created her for was 20 pt buy hence the 10,14,14,13, 12,14 with the +2 human bonus taking Charisma to 16 I'll add the other 5 points and update.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

I present for your consideration Rhia Van der Geist, Pathfinder meets Ghost Whisperer.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

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


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

Can't wait to see it.


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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 Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 undead/ can percieve ethereal undead)

We have 4


Female Human Oracle of Pharasma 4; 38/38 HP; AC:13 [17] Touch 13 FF 10 [14]; F +6 R +6 W +9 (+13 fear); Init +2; Perception +6 (+10 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.

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