Amn tried to gravitate towards the middle of the group. It may not have been the best way to remain apprised of any conversations, but it kept her close enough to everyone in case her magic might be needed...
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Amn nodded softly to Volgroruth. "Ah. Well, I am Amn because it is short for Amnesia. I don't remember very much at all." She shrugged. Amn looked up to Rahlmaat afterwards with a smile and an affirming nod. "I'm okay with these guys. Are we exploring this place before we get back on the road to Limbo?" She asked, gesturing to the village-sized mausoleum.
Amn nodded to Straehan. She knew he already explained, but looked to cute-fuzzy and put it into her own words. "I am Amn, and it is nice to meet you. I can speak, and I'm sorry, but I can't hear. And your lips, I don't know what you're saying... Sorry. But Straehan hears, and knows how to sign! He can help us communicate." Once more she made the simple heart symbol to Straehan.
I only spoilered the <3 to be cute.
Amn returned her usual heart gesture, gratefully. Amn Sign: <3
Amn thanked Straehan with another hand heart and returned a flurry of gestures of her own, punctuated with a nod towards Bronwyn. Drow Sign: :: I don't understand the cute fuzzy one. Her lips move weird... But these people seem nice.::
Amn returned Straehan's warning first by curling her fingers into a heart again. She glanced at the few others she could see, and signed back in Drow. :: Newcomers, yes. But we are also native too, in a sense, at least until we die too many times. :: Amn stood and dusted the dirt from her knees. She watched the lips of the newcomers, and understood Kiya so far. She offered a simple but friendly wave. "I am Amn," she said to the other group. From her body language, Amn didn't seem as on edge as the newcomers were. Perhaps it was having a Sphinx on her side? Or her amnesia had left her too trusting of new people; she hadn't met a bad one yet.
Amn kept walking backwards, facing Rahlmaat and Straehan, when she sensed the building behind her. By 'sensed,' of course, she really just stepped into the building's shadow and turned around. She briefly looked over the beautiful structure, but her eyes fell to the fresh roses and she rushed over -- fast -- and knelt in the dirt to treasure their scent. She wasn't expecting or watching for others, and didn't seem to hear Bronwyn.
I'm ok with everyone meeting, and not having to remember spoiler tags. :P
ARSE!: Amn tried to keep up with conversation, looking from face to face as she walked with her new companions. It wasn't easy. Not so much the back and forth; she simply felt a step and half behind in the conversation. First definitions, now power and importance? And gravy...hypnosis..? Amn perked up when Rahlmaat looked right at her -- her neck had been getting sore. She nodded emphatically and jogged ahead about fifteen feet, then faced them and started walking backwards. At a surprising pace, too. "This can work. Just let me know if heading for a tree or an open grave or something! Heh. So, what were you talking about next?"
A, R, & S Explore! (A.R.S.E.): Sakvroth (Drow Sign) :: Never apologize for who you are. :: Amn smiled, but didn't respond in Drow Sign. She simply made a heart with both hands, a gesture that should have been universally understood. As long as she saw their lips clearly, she saw no need to continue signing along as well. "I don't know what to expect in Limbo... I don't want to look backwards though. The Widow answered the only question I needed to know, I don't think I'm supposed to look for the rest. It's a new life, I want to live this one!" She half-shrugged. Amn didn't quite understand the question of definitions and existence. It felt like there was some context she was missing. "Well, words need definitions, I guess. Otherwise, what's the point? But like everything else, they might mean different things to different people. You know?" Her answer felt vague and noncommittal enough to not upset anyone, but it was fairly spot on, too, considering the full seven seconds she had spent pondering the concept.
A.R.S.: Amn offered an enthusiastic nod in recognition. She spoke elven, but gestured in Drow Sign to ensure she was understood. "Okay, that works too. I'm Amn! And I'm going to Limbo." Drow Sign: :: Ok, we can use this one. Sorry I can't hear. I'm Amn and going to Limbo. ::
A Sphinx, a Sorcerer, & a Deaf Girl walk into a bar: Amn squinted her eyes as the two approached and spoke. It wasn't easy to read lips from such a distance, but they weren't hostile and she thought she had the gist of what they meant. She waved to the sphinx and the man. "Hello! Yes, I am new," she said in common native to Golarion, at the same time she made gestures in a common-based sign language. "I have met the Widow, and I am seeking Limbo, too."
Where Amn I?: Amn could scarcely see anything a mile away, but there was someone -- two someones! -- about that far away. It didn't look like they were moving so much as standing about. They might have been new, but Amn doubted she had out-paced the Widow. Somehow, she imagined the Widow had faster methods of transit than a casual walk. Amn hastened her step a little. A mile wasn't that far.
Where Amn I?:
Where Amn I Going?: Amn smiled only briefly, but nodded with understanding. "I will hold my conviction. And I thank you so much for what you've given me, miss. I... I should probably take those first steps now. Thank you." She offered a polite and reverent bow, but hesitated to leave. "And... Thank you for talking as you do. It's beautiful to hear a voice..." Amn smiled and looked to the sun. She put one foot in front of the other, and kept walking towards the pale orb.
You take my Breath of Life away: She nodded in understanding, but had to think hard to feel what magic she had left. Breath of Life was simple compared to the power she had once possessed -- but time had eroded her to almost nothing... There were no more miracles in her repertoire to no surprise, nor mass heals, regerations, or resurrections either. Not even heal, nor break enchantment...
"It's not there anymore... I don't remember breath of life." She said, now saddened for what she'd lost. Se felt Restoration and Remove Curse there -- she was only a hair's breadth too weak. "It's close. If I were only a little stronger... Can we..? Can we grow? Learn more, regain some of what was lost?"
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: Amn smiled and stared towards the pale sun. All she had to do was go... First she considered her new body, and how diminished her abilities might be. If she thought hard enough she remembered some spells; certainly not her most powerful magics. Enough to heal, yes, but nothing to bring the dead back -- if that was even a thing one could do here. She hesitated a moment on that thought. "I... I don't think I have any power to do it anymore, but what happens when people die here? I used to be able to...well, you already know that. But what about getting hurt, and healing magic?"
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: She smiled at the spectral woman. "Thank you," she said. She looked around for a few moments, but it all still looked like graveyard to her... "So... Where is there to go in Kisarta?" She asked, and began to walk around a bit, circling her own grave. "Will I get thirsty or hungry..? Oh, can I still cast spells? Create my own water? All that.." She felt weaker than she had been in her memories, but she still had power -- and there was some equipment with her. She'd have play around and test her limits. "Oh, are there other people? Do I have to wait for them to come out of their graves? Oh... Oh no, wait... Do I have to dig them up?"
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: She sank to her knees as she processed the information. It was quite the revelation, bordering on epiphany. It took a minute before her eyes welled with tears, yet there was a soft smile beneath. She laughed.
"See? You don't need to cry for me!" She said, through her own tears of joy and relief. "It worked. My sacrifice, my life, my loss... It meant something. I only remember the very end... I remember what I felt but not why. I loved someone, I felt regret for things I'd done... But it doesn't matter what I remember, or who I was. I'm just me now... whoever I am. I shouldn't even exist, but now I have a whole new chance to be." She shook her head, almost in disbelief. "I didn't earn this. I erased myself. Kisarta is a gift."
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: She felt bad to see the odd woman frown, but meeting those eyes could have easily made her forget everything. There was something infinite about them... She shook her head; she couldn't stare for long. The woman's words made sense, but she remembered so little except for the end. "But I did a good thing, didn't I? My death was a sacrifice to resurrect them... and they forgot me. A small price for their lives. Even if I forgot...they saved a world. Didn't they? Why cry over a good thing? Why cry for..?"
The question answered itself. She looked again at the worn headstone. "Who am I" She asked, and met the woman's gaze. "Where is this place... Is it a reward, or a punishment..? I... I'm sorry for the questions."
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: She closed her eyes for a moment and listened. It was a rare treat to hear anything, even if it was only a whisper. She snapped her fingers next to her ear...nothing. The moment was fleeting, and soon she was wondering more and more about the ephemeral woman. "Why were you crying?" She asked, with a cursory glance to the blank headstone. "You can't know me... I barely know me."
Things to do in Kisarta when you're Dead: She shook head as if to shake the cobwebs from her mind, but the gesture alone would not do. A headache formed, and steadily worsened the more she tried to remember. Details were scant, her memories as eroded as her headstone... Yet the graveyard was infinite. And the pale sun? She could have stared at it forever. It wasn't much, but it felt like more than she should have expected. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel. What she felt was cold, loneliness, and a profound emptiness inside. Somewhere beneath all of that, there was something else -- be couldn't put her finger on it just yet.
Without warning, she was no longer alone. She was startled by the shadowy mourner at first, but there something about the eyes... She could have stared at them for... She shook her head, but the headache was still getting worse. "Hello..? Miss?" She asked the apparition. "Can I help you? I'm... I. Well, I forgot, I mean, I have amn...amnesia."
Adrift:
Floating forever without memory, without purpose, without need. She could not remember her name, nor the context of why that mattered -- or didn't. There was loss, but also bliss, but most of all there was forever.
For a while. Light pierced forever. Thought pierced dreams. She remembered something... An army in defeat, a world in danger? A sacrifice made. A dove in in flight? There was no ending. Her sacrifice brought them back -- she remembered that! But she saw the end, and would never know if it was worth it. Just as she forgot herself, they forgot her, too. For some reason she wasn't really sad. There were whispers then. She didn't even know her name, but she knew that wasn't right. She couldn't hear! The whispers didn't make any sense, but she floated towards the light. She sat up in her grave, gasping as air refilled her out-of-practice lungs. She heard crying somewhere up above. That was weird. "A-...ah... Ahhhh!" She screamed between breaths. Her own voice was still unheard, save the vibration in her skull. That was normal. She was still deaf. Something odd was happening. Odd-er than waking up in grave after being plucked from eternal emptiness. She got to her feet, leaning on her monk training to power through the pings and pangs as long unused body parts returned to motion. She climbed up out of her grave to look around, particularly for the source of the crying. "H-hello?"
Dove's head hit the ground. Hard. Her flesh burned, the ground shook -- good warriors died. A shadow stood over her, thankfully it was the Paladin, Sorina, and not one of those...things. Dove accepted the other woman's hand and got to her feet, still dizzy from the assault. The meteor swarm had been devastating... Dozens were down. Dead, wounded? Cavalry, archers -- many of her friends. She had to get to them... But the ground shook. Dove looked up at that thing and its horde, crawling from the Worldwound like maggots. It had to be fifty feet tall, a tower of entrails and writhing organs atop five spindly insect legs. Boiling blood and fluids seeped and sprayed from every wound -- and anything that passed for an orifice. They'd killed many of its minions but more were coming. Sorina pulled Dove away. The paladin had removed her helm by then, so she could finally read the other woman's lips. Sorina was asking what type of demon they were fighting. She knew the word, but napsu didn't even have a sign for it... "Not demons," Dove said quite well, but struggle with the word she had no idea how to pronounce. "K... Kwa... Ki. Klip-Poth." Almost an afterthought, Dove took a few seconds to whisper a prayer and single out several nearby allies. Herself, Sorina, and over a dozen other allies recovered from the worst of their wounds. It was the last of her most potent magics -- and most of her lesser spells were already gone as well. The walking wounded were gathering around them, some carrying those that couldn't walk themselves. After an attack like that, Dove was used to being sought out -- but she only had lesser magics to give. Archers and casters were already sending volleys, and the fit warriors gathered to follow Sorina back into the fray. The ground shook. Dove offered a solemn nod to Sorina -- they both had a job to do. But Sorina took hold of Duviana's shoulders and drew her into a short but passionate kiss; their last. Dove watched Sorina and the warriors charge into the fray. If they were going to win, they'd need reinforcements... She got to work. Between simple cures, channeled energy, laying on hands, and even mundane bandaged, kept the fighters on their feet. There were other healers to help, but their powers were exhausted long before her own. The ground shook. It was getting closer, yet fewer and fewer fighters were returning to her tent. She had patients remaining -- but she was finished. Every last spell, every last gift or power. Even her last bandage roll was empty. Dove stepped out of the tent, her clothes stained and spattered with red. The ground shook. Not many were left standing. A dozen? Maybe twenty fighters left. If Sorina was out there, Dove couldn't spot her... Bodies were everywhere, but most were neat the big one, of course. This wasn't a battle they could win anymore, but Dove surveyed the enemy. They weren't looking good, either. The maggots outnumbered the soldiers five to one at least, but there was nothing else crawling out of the pit. The big thing was full of arrows, wounds, and down two of its legs as it staggered to balance on only three. The ground shook, but the Qlippoth was walking in circles. Dove had one gift left ungiven, but there was a price. She approached the staggering creature, and the bodies beneath it. There was no way of knowing if Sorina was among them, she would just have to hope so. There was no way of knowing if the fallen could finish the job when she brought them back -- and Dove would never get to know how the day ended. Everyone else would be back, but she'd be erased. Her name wiped from memories, from writing -- never to be remembered nor written again. Was it worth it? Yes. Those that knew Dove might feel the loss, that something's missing...but would they remember enough to even mourn a person? Maybe, or maybe not. And Duviana Henderthane? It eased her mind that that name would be forgotten. The ground shook, the thing tried to skewer her with one of its legs as she neared. It was off balance, and she was better at evading than she looked. Dove stood amidst the bodies and gathered her ki. All of it, every last ounce her soul held. Somewhere on Golarion, a blood-stained robe blew away on the wind.
Ooh, good catch! That was my level 6 Monk feat, and a few other monk feats are affected... So, swapped it for Deft Maneuvers. Amn can maybe trip or disarm enemies if need be.
*happy gasp!* ZOMG, and thank you so much! I'm so excited for this!
Only every hour or two...
Good luck everybody!!! ^_^
Amn does know how to read lips, and knows a few languages to go with it. If people are concerned I can rearrange skills to put more ranks in linguistics to expand her lip reading abilities, but I think Amn will do alright as is. Assuming I'm even one of the players selected for the game. :P
Would this mean that all each person's native sign language would be common? My fighterish submission is a drow who knows drow sign language. They'd be surprised at an outsider knowing it, but that would help communication. Amn does know Drow sign, and Napsu/Pathfinder sign that's common based. She also has comprehend language, so if you can write she can probably use magic to read it if need be. :)
Maybe I should reconsider being a deaf oracle? ={ Or maybe it'll be fun to just be confused a lot? At least everyone will understand me!
Amn is ready, I was working on Squish, a goblin monk//unchained rogue, but my heart wasn't really in that one. So Amn will stand as my only entry. Good luck everyone! :)
Amn is mostly finished. I'm still working on mundane equipment, and need to do another look over spells for foci/components. I know I need diamonds for restorations... I'm sorely tempted to make a second app, but I know I'd prefer to play Amn. :P
Amn has a profile now. :) There's a short background (two, technically!), and a few links. Is it ok if I keep my sheet on Mythweavers? Sometimes the site here seems to forget my updates once in a while. |