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Alexa leaves the room to see what all the commotion is--and her eyes widen when she sees the creature.

"...oh. A peryton."

"Yes, that's perhaps the most pressing threat in the area at the moment. With its penchant for eating hearts and cursing people with its shadow and all." She tightens her grip on her gladius.

"Kelly!" She calls out before lunging at the stunned peryton!

Since it's Stunned, I can apply my Sneak Attack damage!

Stab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 ...assuming I can actually land a hit, that is.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 Will this be enough to identify it?

Alexa flanks another cultist and stabs him!

Flanking Stab: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 = 24
Sneak Attack Damage?: 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (3, 3, 3) = 14

Alexa growls and turns her sword on her target again.

Flanking Stab: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (1, 6, 2) = 12

Alexa lunges at the cultist who spotted her and tries to stab him!

Sneak attack vs. Flatfooted AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Sneak attack damage...?: 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (4, 6, 2) = 18

Alexa dives for the nearest shadow.

Stealth?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

"At least two cultists inside. Might be more. Let's make this quick."

Yay!

Yes.

Alexa peeks around a nearby corner.

Stealth?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Perception?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Looking in the doorway to the north.

Alexa's eyes dart about, still on edge.

Perception?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Alexa takes a weary sigh and shakes her head. "...Arloric, if you only knew..."

"Listen, I'll be better able to explain what happened once we've finished clearing this place."

"Just stepped outside." Alexa takes a deep breath. "...didn't sound like any demon I ever heard before."

She looks down at her feet. "Don't--don't wander off. I'll be... I'll be fine. Just give me a bit."

"Don't know. Some demon." Alexa responds, her shaking beginning to subside. "Doesn't look like it followed me."

I'm pretty sure we were.

Alexa leans against the wall, still gasping for breath.

" You're... you're shaking! 'Lexa what's wrong?"

The aasimar's eyes snap to the redheaded paladin, no longer maintaining even a pretense of composure.

"...it spoke. It spoke." Is all she can get out.

Definitely Abyssal in origin. Has to have been an invisible demon. Succubus? Possible--still remember from old tower. Shouldn't be so far away from the party. This was stupid. This was extraordinarily stupid. Couldn't have been the Abyss itself--could it? What happened to this place?!

Alexa doesn't say another word, instead abandoning her scouting and returning to the rest of the party.

Bluff?: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14 How appropriate.

Thanks for the responses, folks. :)

I'm thinking the whole story for Alexa might come out after we finish clearing out the Garrison.

Alexa freezes as the other voice in her head speaks.

Then the eyes speak to her.

The heat in her limbs evaporates and sublimates into renewed trembling. Her heart starts to hammer in her chest and she flattens herself against the stone wall, starting to gasp for breath.

WHATWASTHATWHATWASTHATWHATWASTHAT?!

Her eyes dart about madly as she tries to think of what could have just contacted her--or, at least, to see where the voice really came from.

Knowledge (Planes?): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Perception?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

I'm trying to find a good middle ground between our new GM's interpretation of Iomedae and the Crusaders and what I've looked up either online or in established material regarding the Crusades. I hope I'm not coming across as being disruptive or anything like that.

...it's from the kneeling. It's from the kneeling.

At least, that's what the aasimar tells herself.

She knows better. She remembers all too well what she saw in those eyes.

A mother grieving for her tortured, murdered and mutilated children.

Who then takes other people's children and throws them into the fires of war.

A sister picking up the pieces of the brothers she loved and cared for.

Just before turning and accusing innocent people of their deaths while ignorant of the demons behind them.

A daughter trying to give them a proper burial.

And leaving those who don't believe in her to rot.

Alexa's breathing quickens and her mailed hand tightens into a fist. She looks over at a spot on the wall--and for a moment, she sees her eyes again. Hers, and Hulrun's.

Tears collect in the corners of her eyes and she pulls her fist back, aiming it at the wall. Her knees aren't shaking anymore. Heat floods her limbs and she feels her hair begin to stand on end.

He prayed to You for Your favour in his thrice-damned inquisitions and witch-hunts. And every time, you answered.

Alexa holds her fist back for several seconds before forcing herself to take a few breaths.

No. Stop. The only thing a tantrum will accomplish is giving your position away.

She gradually lowers her fist, her glare burning holes into the stonework where Hulrun's eyes once were. The aasimar takes several deep breaths and slinks back into the shadows to continue her scouting.

Also, a quick reminder: Alexa is a follower of Shelyn, not Iomedae. So I feel like her entry is inaccurate.

I love how everyone is being so reverent and awestruck by the whole religious rite with Iomedae and Alexa's just determined to be as grumpy as possible. XD

Having only cleaned the temple altar reluctantly (and later kneeling and praying with even greater reluctance), Alexa doesn't look as impressed by the opening of the armory as the others do.

Perhaps it's because of the importance of their mission. Perhaps it's because they're still in the middle of enemy territory.

Or perhaps Iomedae is still the sort of goddess who will turn a blind eye to what her inquisitors do if her will is done. You aren't fooling me, Inheritor.

She eventually snorts. "Well, while you're goggling over all that, I'M going to go get some actual work done. This place isn't going to scout itself." Alexa turns on her heel and stalks off into the shadows.

Going to scout whichever rooms we haven't explored yet.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Perception?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Does anyone have any recommendations for what language I should take with my new Linguistics rank?

1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Ooh! Max HP!

Level Up Summary

Sneak Attack +3d6

Rogue’s Edge (Ex): At 5th level, a rogue has mastered a single skill beyond that skill’s normal boundaries, gaining results that others can only dream about. She gains the skill unlock power for that skill as appropriate for her number of ranks in that skill. At 10th, 15th, and 20th levels, she chooses an additional skill and gains skill unlock powers for that skill as well. (Perception)

New Feat: Deceitful
--You get a +2 bonus on all Bluff and Disguise skill checks. If you have 10 or more ranks in one of these skills, the bonus increases to +4 for that skill.

New Skill Ranks: 8 + 3 + 1 (Favoured)

+1 Acrobatics
+1 Bluff
+1 Diplomacy
+1 Disable Device
+1 Escape Artist
+2 Perception
+1 Stealth
+1 Sleight of Hand
+1 Sense Motive

New Background Skill Ranks
--+1 Craft (Paintings)
--+1 Linguistics (New Language)

...how are we doing HPs on level up? Half + 1 + CON?

Alexa's eyes widen and for a moment, she's struck dumb.

"...well. Alright, maybe that wasn't a waste of time after all."

"...cleaning?" Alexa looks at the party in surprise. "We're in the middle of an attack here. Can't this wait until AFTER we clear the place out?!"

Alexa stretches after Darya heals her.

"Much. Still a bit singed, but I'll be fine."

Alexa starts panting and wincing, still bleeding from her wounds.

"...well. That was unpleasant."

"Won't need to." Alexa whirls on the tiefling, tumbles into position...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

...and stabs at him.

Flanking Sneak Attack *If Allowed* (Inspired): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage?: 1d6 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (1, 4) = 11

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Perhaps it was because of the close quarters, but Alexa unfortunately ends up a bit singed by the exploding bomb.

She lunges at the surrounded cultist again...

Flanking Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 = 11 ...REALLY?!

At least Alexa’s family isn’t dead.

At least, I have no evidence to the contrary...

Can you let me know for each of your characters:

- Particular characteristics of your character you want to see in the game (she falls in love a lot, he has bad luck in games of chance, his dog is always stealing his food).

- Their trait and the details of it (what particular "story" you put on it). And what Mythic path you are planning to take.

- Any pending plot points or themes I could use in the adventure ("My character loves/hates X, he had an accident and he is now known as the "oil slipperer", He is looking for his x, He wants to become a something in the future).

- Any special house rules/items you are using.

- Any special house rules/items you want to use.

- Any comment you want.

In order:

1) Alexa is a taciturn character who harbours a deep resentment for the Crusaders, an equally deep love for her family and a great deal of loneliness brought on by the life of a spy. I'd love to have a chance to at least determine what happened to the rest of her family after Kenabres fell, and a chance to use espionage skills to sabotage the enemy.

2) The Chance Encounter trait: Alexa's youngest brother, Miles, was raised believing she was a hero of the Crusades, and sought to emulate her by exploring the Worldwound. He didn't get very far before Alexa caught up to him, but by the time she did Kenabres had come under siege by demonic forces. They were forced to hide within enemy territory until a mysterious rescuer bearing a holy symbol of Desna escorted them to safety. I wish for Alexa's mythic path to be the Trickster.

3) Alexa hates the Crusaders, but she hates demons much more. She hates that the Crusaders conscripted her into their ranks in exchange for her family's safety when she was 12 years old, and she hates that Prelate Hulrun (at least, my interpretation) was so paranoid that he ran Kenabres more or less under martial law, with constant invasions of the citizenry's privacy. She would love it if the Crusaders were to undergo reforms--and she'd especially love it if those reforms screwed over the invading demons.

4) None that I can think of.

5) None that I can think of.

6) I've waffled back and forth about what prestige class I want Alexa to earn--either Arcane Trickster or Master Spy. The way things are panning out, I think I'll be going Master Spy with her.

Alexa parries the cultist's blow with a snort of contempt and retaliates with a vicious stab.

Flanking Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

...or, at least, tries to.

Welcome aboard. :)

Thanks for sticking it out for us, GM.

I'd be alright with continuing.

Alexa grumbles and starts trying to slide past the cultists to set up a flank.

Acrobatics (Moving Thru Cultist Space): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

If she manages to pull it off, she flanks with Arloric and stabs with her gladius!

Flanking Sneak Attack!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage?: 1d6 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (2, 1) = 7

Alexa cringes, steps into the room and stabs at the cultist in the middle of the scrum.

Stab?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Alexa checks to see if the door is locked.

"Six probable targets. They're preparing for a fight. They know we're here."

Alexa does so.

Stealth?: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Perception?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Alexa kicks one of the dretch corpses out of spite.

Alexa moves up to stab a dretch.

Stab: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

She's feeling rather vengeful.

O_O

Good heavens...

Feeling tired. School's got a lot of work for me to do.

Alexa picks herself up and moves into the room behind Sario.

Alexa starts to wearily push herself to her feet, her stomach beginning to settle.

Alexa crumples and curls into the fetal position.