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"I do think we have stumbled upon the walking dead. Perhaps you should give Marigold a hand while I protect the flank?" Aleksandr weaves his magic sending vital energy at the creatures while Imelia advances and stabs with a spectral rapier. ◆◆ Act Together
◆ Imelia Strike Red
Dutiful Retaliation ↺:
If my reaction is available and the trigger and requirements are met, I would use it. Imelia would typically use her sonic attack +15 for 2d6+3 sonic damage plus 1d6 persistent vitality to undead. I'll try to remember to add it to my turns, but it is here just in case.
A man in fine attire has been standing back for the time being. He could stand to spend some time in the sun as his pale skin looks ashen and sickly. His breathing is slow, almost deliberate as if he were on the brink of death. Yet still, his movements are graceful, refined without the rigor of death. "A stranger shore upon this I alight. Glowing with warmth most palpable. A paradise to the visitor and bounty to its inhabitants." "Allow me the honor of an introduction. I am Aleksandr Ostenoff once famed thespian of the opera houses of Caliphas. Now here I am far away from home both in distance and in culture, seeking the balance between life and death, the flux betwixt myself and my beloved." Aleksandr extends a hand, the outline of a rose appears on the back of his hand and fills itself in as if a tattoo were being magically inked before your very eyes. A ripple appears in the air as the aether roils though the breach. A slender hand, ghostly but with a similar tattoo reaches through the rift. Aleksander grasps the hand and pulls the spirit through. She stand nearly as tall as the beaming man who summoned her. her dress is just as fashionable and her features denote an obvious auivarian heritage. "This is Imelia, an maestra of the opera tragically cut down in her prime. Though the chill touch of death has tinged her voice with righteous anger, confuse her not for some banshee. For the life I have given flows through her as much as the curse which have taken upon myself through me." "Imelia, it is time to play our part once again..."
"This reminds me of a drama. A young man in prison, his love on the outside. The stage split in two showing both scenes at once. Though neither could hear the other through the thick stone walls, it was as if they were in the same room talking. Eventually at the end, their determination tore down the wall, a metaphor for the social upheaval of the time bringing about change. But no wall can hold those who most yearn to be free, if you are determined."
Aleksandr uses his link to boost Imelia's attacks. ◇ Extend Boost
Aleksandr then reaches a hand out to the small creature while Imelia attacks it. ◆◆ Act Together
If living the creature needs to make a DC 20 basic Fortitude save vs If undead, the creature needs to make a DC 20 Fortitude save or be off-guard for 1 round. On a critical failure it must make a DC 20 Will save for flee for 1 round. Imelia ◆ Strike
Aleksandr attempts to boost Imelia's attacks. As she lets out a bolt of radiant energy, Aleksandr uses his magic to heal Folmyr. ◇ Extend Boost
◆◆ Act together
Aleksandr steps away from the front line and then casts a spell that Imelia unleashes as fury of sound. ◆ Aleksandr - Step
(Affects all 3 enemies, DC 20 Will)
Aleksandr taps into the vitality he has left to sear the undead while Imelia steps into a flanking position. ◆◆ Act Together
◆ Imelia Strike (melee attack against red who is flanked if red is still up, or ranged attack against blue if not)
Aleksandr empowers Imelia's Strikes. and bolsters her defenses, she lashes out at the one right in front of her while Aleksandr ponders his next move. ◇ Extend Boost
◆ Act Together
◆ Recall Knowledge
Aleksandr concentrates for a few seconds. A sigil flashes on the palm of his hand, a black rose, from a swirling vortex another hand, slender and graceful with the same rose presses palm against palm. Aleksandr grabs the hand and pulls it through the vortex. A feminine form with ghostly features steps through the curtain. Her hair and clothing shimmering with a vibrant energy. Yet though she is radiant her face is contorted with anguish. "Imelia, dearest, it looks like we have an opportunity to study our adversary." To the others he adds. "This is Imelia. The Whispering Way attempted to curse her with undeath, but through occult rituals I was able to arrest the process by donating my vitality. The void it has left within me makes me vulnerable to healing magic that tries to infuse the recipient with that vital life force. So please save such magics for Imelia and other methods of healing for myself. Use these in an emergency..." Aleksandr gestures to a few potions on his belt.
"Good evening. My name is Aleksandr Osteoff, a renowned thespian that oft graced the stages in Caliphas and beyond. Perhaps you have heard of me? Perhaps not. It has been many years since I last took a bow to the adulations of the audience." The pale-skinned, dark-haired human bears a few wrinkles on his face. His fashion is dated. He carries only a dagger as a weapon.
Player's forum handle: MichaelHallet
Downtime: Performing, most likely. ★ ---- ★ ---- ★ ---- ★ Character Details 1) Any special rules, boons, or corner cases you need to let me know about: Aleksandr has negative healing but his eidolon does not, which can make for some odd positive/negative interactions. 2) A few sentences about your character, both out of character and in character as your character would describe themself. Why are you in the Pathfinder Society? What are your character’s quirks, interests and pet peeves? Where are you from? (And if this is not originally a Pathfinder Society Character, tell me about what makes them a good fit for this story.) I'll let Aleksandr tell the story, he's much better at it than I am. "Good evening. My name is Aleksandr Osteoff, a renowned thespian that oft graced the stages in Caliphas and beyond. Perhaps you have heard of me? Perhaps not. It has been many years since I last took a bow to the adulations of the audience. I left it all behind... more to the point I gave it all away. I can tell you the story, but perhaps I'd best show you." Aleksandr concentrates for a few seconds. A sigil flashes on the palm of his hand, a black rose, from a swirling vortex another hand, slender and graceful with the same rose presses palm against palm. Aleksandr grabs the hand and pulls it through the vortex. A feminine form with ghostly features steps through the curtain. Her hair and clothing shimmering with a vibrant energy. Yet though she is radiant her face is contorted with anguish. She lets out a hair-raising wail that likely causes many in the tavern to stop in their tracks. "Imelia, my dear, it is time to put on a show for our guests." "This is Imelia Eisenhardt, one of my collegues... and the love of my life. Her radiance now was unmatched by the way she glowed before whenever she took to the stage. Her movements were pure grace, he voice could bring a tear to the eye of one with the coldest heart." The two begin to dance, moving as one in the rhythm of some tune unheard, but intimately familiar to them. "We acted, danced, sang upon many a stage together. We were the talk of whatever town we visited and the fancy of many. But we only had eyes for one another, something one of her would-be paramores did not take kindly to. He was a strigoi, one of The Whispering Way and A man of much influence who who used to always getting what he wanted." With a twirl, Aleksandr releases Imelia from his grip she spins and moves "off-stage" as if pulled by some invisible force. "That fateful evening I arrived at her villa for our tryst but something was amiss. Signs of a struggle but none of dearest Imelia. It was obvious what had happened. We both knew who was capable of such a deed most foul. I immediately ran home and gathering a large some of money hired the best vampire hunters I could on short notice. Two days later they rescued her, but the one who had taken her had already begun the dark rituals needed to make Imelia one of his kind. She way dying, her life slowly bleeding from her." The alarming thud at the end of the stage accompanied the fallen form of Imelia. Aleksandr rushed to pick her up, and on the divan he laid her. "I called upon all the practitioners of the occult that I knew. I threw every waking moment and every coin I had into trying to save her. They performed rituals of their own with me by her side. It was no divine miracle but the Pharasmans would have sooner stabbed her through the heart with a stake of wood and taken her head than helped her. Imperfect as it was, she survived and the bond it forged between us was greater than we could have ever imagined." Aleksandr grabs Imelia by the and again and pulls her to her feet where they resume their dance once more, holding each other more closely this time. "You see I sacrificed not only my fame and my fortune, but part of my soul as well. I gave Imelia the spark of life and took on the fragment of her corruption. I have pulled her back from the precipice of unlife by leaning over the brink myself." The dance ends and the stand gazing out as if the future were wide open before them, but very much uncertain. "Now I give my life to a new cause. I travel the world looking for clues that will help us finally restore ourselves and our humanity and to hone our abilities to that one day, the gods willing, we will have vengeance upon The Whispering Way." The pair take a bow before Imelia steps back through the etheral portal. 3) If you have to level your character to level seven for the first chapter (‘The Lady’s Harvest’) are there any special changes you’re planning on making to it?
4) What was your character’s previous favorite adventure, and why?
5) Why do you want to investigate in the Dark Archives Case Files?
6) Will you be able to post 2-3 times a day on average, barring occasional days off (Cons, Work, Short Vacations, etc?)
7) Is there a botting spoiler already in your character’s profile? (Hint, hint!)
"Imelia, to me!" Imelia brings the attached creature with her rejoining her companions. As she does so, Aleksandr completes his spell. ◆◆ Act Together
Empowered by Aleksandr's spell, Imelia begins to gather her voice. It crescendos to a roar that threatens to pull the wings off the remaining creatures. Imelia ◆ Thundering Roar
(basic Will DC 19)
Imelia, do you recall the stadium role. The opera about the young woman who was said to be the fastest in the world and was chased by Cayden Cailean? You had to work for months on your running technique to make the chase scene believable? Do you think you can remember the role and run the race again? ◆◆ Act Together
Imelia races up with speed and grace and stabs at the creature. ◆ Imelia Strike
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