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Seeing that the group seem to have the situation in hand, Aiva maintains her performance.

Not much for me to do but let you guys finish this.

Assuming Aiva is back to normal when she does her job roll, she will be performing with her ukelele on the streets of Absalom.

Perform (strings): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Feeling the end of their task and hoping to return to her normal form, Aiva quickly draws her ukulele and begins to perform, mocking their foes for underestimating the Pathfinder Society and their shortcomings in being unable to complete the ritual before they arrived.

For a moment, in her music, she is able to forget her transformation.

The druids take –1 penalty on attack and damage rolls and a –1 penalty on saves against fear and charm effects as long as Aiva continues performing, she has Lingering Performance so it lasts for a two further rounds after she stops.

Unsure how best to proceed, Aiva maintains her performance, hoping that the death of the animal hasn't prevented a peaceful resolution to their encounter.

With her ukulele in hand, Aiva begins to perform a gentle, soothing melody hoping to prevent hostility. There is no magic to the performance, aside from Aivas natural talent, it is simply an attempt to calm all involved.

Perform (strings): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

I'll add my Inner Beauty trait to this (I can do it after the dice roll) to increase the perform to 32!

Aiva creeps forward, pulling her ukulele out so that she's ready.

Tanks Lithrac!

Aiva spent the night twitching and turning, jumping awake at the slightest noise, and having strange, uncomfortable dreams. She was exceedingly grateful for the sunrise, despite her embarrassment at her ever changing figure. The river was certainly a problem, the logs looked slippy and suspect, and for some reason she did not fancy a swim in the dark swirling waters. Aiva isn't so interested in Anubis's blessings, but she thinks the dwarf has the right idea, then frowns.
"I don't have any rope, but that sounds like a good idea to me if anybody else does?"

Aiva will continue to use Satire this turn, and throughout the combat, unless she is directly engaged, at which point she will fight back with her rapier.

All up to date now :) And everything above looks good to me!

Just wanted to apologise for slowing everyone down so much! If I could post more than once a day, I really would, but if it is helpful for you to know, I will usually post 22:00-23;00-ish GMT. That's when my day sort of winds down and I get a bit of me time (depending on work). If this gets to be a problem, do let me know and we can try and figure something out :) I'd be happy to let Ardisen or Lithrac post for me if it's desperate and I'm unavailable.

Love!

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Aiva was not in a good mood. She had the distinct feeling that fluffy ears and hard yellow, claw-like finger nails were not a good look for her. She was more determined than ever to break the curse now, no way was she going to become some kind of gross beat person. Had her senses not been so annoyingly heightened, the ugly beastial logger might have taken her by surprise. She pulled out her ukulele and started to play, she found her fingers clumsy and awkward with the claws, and it was taking some real effort not to scratch the wood.

She is using Satire, you probably know, but the baddies suffer a –1 penalty on attack and damage rolls (minimum 1) and a –1 penalty on saves against fear and charm effects as long as she continues performing.

Aiva was at first pleased that the threat was not lycanthrope, sure it meant a little wasted money on silver cross bow bolts, but it wasn't as if she couldn't re-use them, and then she heard what the real danger was. She didn't like the idea that anyone could be infected, she certainly didn't like the idea that she, or other members of the group might become infected. Something else occurred to her,
"Is there a none deadly way to deal with these creatures? I'm conscious that I'd rather not kill a human unfortunate enough to be infected, especially if there is a cure?"

Aiva was at first pleased that the threat was not lycanthrope, sure it meant a little wasted money on silver cross bow bolts, but it wasn't as if she couldn't re-use them, and then she heard what the real danger was. She didn't like the idea that anyone could be infected, she certainly didn't like the idea that she, or other members of the group might become infected. Something else occurred to her,
[b]"Is there a none deadly way to deal with these creatures? I'm conscious that I'd rather not kill a human unfortunate enough to be infected, especially if there is a cure?"[b/]

Aiva follows Ardisen's example, emptying her waterskin over the dying embers, and unfastening her cloak from around her shoulders. She then five foot steps diagonally towards the next fire.

Aiva's eyes widened at the state of the garden, she quickly realised that the thugs were much bigger than her, and were easily being taken care of by the rest of the group, the fire however... Only the Chelaxian (Ardisen was it?) had seemed to prioritise it. She ran towards one of the fires, pulling out her water skin as she did so.

Aiva was struggling to concentrate on what the venture captain was saying, she was too busy trying to acclimatise to the strange group of people around her. From what they were saying they seemed friendly enough, but there were a number of things that had her feeling distinctly on edge; There was the strange, chemical smell that she found herself unable to acclimatise to, the Tengu with appalling dress sense, not to mention the terrifying white tiger with a piercing blue gaze, she felt like it was watching her every time she looked away. Yes, they were certainly an odd group, but what had she been expecting? The pathfinder society employed all sorts, she had to trust their judgment.

Aiva herself is a slightly taller then average, slender, tanned, girl of seventeen. She has thick chestnut hair that falls to her broad Varisian hips and deep brown eyes that are filled with a sczarni mischief. She obviously takes pride her appearance, her attire is fashionable, neat and well cared for despite being somewhat cheap.

When she eventually zones back into the conversation, she realises that people are leaving to go shopping, to buy- silver? Oh God. Lycanthropes. Aiva wished she had paid more attention, or at least had a chance to introduce herself to the Captain, she had so many questions, but was afraid to ask, incase he had already answered them. The last thing she needed was the Captain to think she was stupid, so instead she gave him a broad smile and a quick nod, before following the others out of the office.

Hey guys! Looking forward to getting a post up tonight, sorry it's taking me ages, I have a HUGE deadline at uni this week, but should still be able to manage 1 post a day :)

Hello there, this is Aiva, sorry I've not had chance to fill her back story out yet. I'm Ardisen's "missus". If a bard is no good for you, I also have a cleric made who I'd more than happily play.
My PSN is: 130756-1.
Thanks for welcoming me, it's very kind and I appreciate it. I wont let you down! Glad to be on board :)