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With a sharp whistle, Arial catches the cat's attention, and the beast withdraws, dashing into the forest to the north. The elf stands unsteadily and fires another arrow at the drow.
Arial draws her bow and fires an arrow at the last remaining drow, while Kitt races towards her and leaps up, swiping at her feet.
Kitt and Arial hit the fallen drow with everything they've got, hacking and biting and all that good stuff.
Arial screams in pain as the transformed creature's axe bites deep, but she turns the pain into fury and slashes at the thing twice.
Kitt yowls in sympathy at the sound of his mistress's distress, and shakes off the wierd, magical buzzing in his ears, racing towards the red drow (assuming it's still up) biting at its ankles and trying to pull it off its feet.
Kitt attacks the remaining skeleton.
"Traitors!!" Arial screams and charges the red drow.
Arial draws her long, curved sword as she takes a step to the NE, angling towards the drow, and slashes at the green skeleton.
Kitt follows alongside, teeth and claws attacking the skeletons.
If necessary:
"In the trees, there are drow," Arial murmurs.
Arial meets the blonde girl's eye and nods. "If you would prefer to linger over a long meal, perhaps sleep late and enjoy a hot bath after your breakfast, you are welcome to do so," she says, her voice bland as her expression. "I will not pretend an interest in your comfort. I was sent to be your guide. My land is threatened, and I am come to bring those of you who would help to the village where the enemy last struck. If you have come to aid us, I will take you there, when you are ready." She pushes the door open and a dark, spotted cat slinks in, sniffing the air carefully. It stands a little higher than the elf's knee and is roughly six feet long. "Kitt is my hunting cat. I hope she will be of some assistance to us in our mission."
She sticks to the shadows and moves with a furtive swiftness of a hunter. For a short time she listens to the others speak, and then she walks into the rest. She squints as she looks around at the group gathered by the Queen. A dwarf, two humans, and an oread. She sighed softly, and reminded herself that one way or another, each of these had been chosen for some skill or another. They were useful, or they wouldn't have been sent for, and they were here. With most of the elves' strength tied up in the Tanglebriar, she knew they would need to take what help Desna provided. "Welcome, strangers," she said. She looked around and realized they had settled in to eat and drink and rest. "The last raid struck a few miles from here. When you are ready. I am Arial," she added as an afterthought, and sat on a bench.
I think I'm ready to rock.
Exciting ... Wow! As I don't think I know anybody here, the path of least resistance is to let the story reflect that, and have us be strangers. By 9th level, we're probably heroes of some renown, and it makes sense that we would be called in by the powers that be. Depending where we start, it's possible Arial would be the local talent. If not, she would be known as the elf who spends most of her time in the Darklands, defending Kyonin from the enemy below, whether it be dark elves or demons or whatever.
Character updated.
Completed application, character sheet slightly tweaked (skills and gear, mostly). Crunch:
Arial Elf Ranger (Deep Walker) 9 (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 0) NG Medium humanoid (elf) Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +16 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 24, touch 17, flat-footed 18 (+6 armor, +6 Dex, +1 natural, +1 deflection) hp 68 (9d10+10) Fort +8, Ref +13, Will +9; +2 vs. enchantments Defensive Abilities evasion; Immune sleep Weakness light sensitivity -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee +1 keen cold iron elven curve blade +16/+11 (1d10+2/15-20) Ranged masterwork composite longbow +16/+11 (1d8+1/×3) Special Attacks favored enemies (elves +2, evil outsiders +4) Ranger (Deep Walker) Spells Prepared (CL 6th; concentration +8): . . 2nd—cat's grace, versatile weapon{super}APG{/super} (DC 14) . . 1st—gravity bow{super}APG{/super}, lead blades{super}APG{/super}, magic fang -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 13, Dex 22, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 7 Base Atk +9; CMB +10; CMD 27 Feats Boon Companion, Breadth of Experience[APG], Combat Reflexes, Endurance, Furious Focus[APG], Iron Will, Power Attack, Weapon Finesse Traits indomitable faith, reactionary Skills Acrobatics +15 (+20 to traverse underground terrain), Climb +6 (+11 to traverse underground terrain), Diplomacy -1, Fly +10, Handle Animal +10, Knowledge (arcana) +5, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +9 (+14 when underground), Knowledge (engineering) +4, Knowledge (geography) +7, Knowledge (history) +4, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (nature) +8, Knowledge (planes) +6, Knowledge (religion) +4, Perception +16 (+21 when underground), Ride +10, Stealth +18 (+23 when underground), Survival +14 (+19 when underground), Swim +6; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, silent hunter Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan SQ combat styles (two-handed weapon), deep knowledge, hunter's bonds (hunter's bond [animal companion]), weapon familiarity, rock hopper, swift tracker, track +4, wild empathy +7 Combat Gear arrows (50), cold iron arrows (45), cold iron arrows (5), silver arrows (45), silver arrows (5), alchemist's fire (5), alkali flask (5); Other Gear +2 mithral chain shirt, +1 keen cold iron elven curve blade, arrows (40), arrows (10), masterwork composite longbow, amulet of natural armor +1, belt of incredible dexterity +2, cloak of resistance +1, ring of protection +1, ring of the sublime, winged boots, backpack, bedroll, flint and steel, grappling arrow, hammer, hammock, iron spike, piton (5), silk rope (50 ft.),wand of Cure Light Wounds 689 gp, 8 sp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion. Boon Companion (Animal Companion) +4 levels to calc familiar/animal comp abilities (max of your HD). Combat Reflexes (7 AoO/round) Can make extra attacks of opportunity/rd, and even when flat-footed. Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Deep Knowledge +5 (Ex) At 3rd level, a deep walker gains a +2 bonus on initiative checks and Knowledge (dungeoneering), Perception, Stealth, and Survival skill checks while underground (in caves and dungeons). Every 5 levels thereafter, the deep walker gains an additional Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects. Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue. Evasion (Ex) If you succeed at a Reflex save for half damage, you take none instead. Favored Enemy (Elves +2) (Ex) +2 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Elves). Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders +4) (Ex) +4 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders). Furious Focus If you are wielding a weapon in two hands, ignore the penalty for your first attack of each turn. Light Sensitivity (Ex) Dazzled as long as remain in bright light. Power Attack -3/+6 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage. Ring of the sublime When worn, the ring of the sublime protects its wearer from fear effects as if constantly under the effects of remove fear. Rock Hopper (Ex) At 7th level, a deep walker instinctively grasps for the most stable surfaces and holds on tighter while moving over underground rock and stone. The deep walker gains a +5 bonus on all Acrobatics and Climb checks made to traverse underground terrain. Share Spells with Companion (Ex) Can cast spells with a target of "you" on animal companion, as touch spells. Silent Hunter Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty). Swift Tracker (Ex) Tracking penalties when moving at normal speed or faster are reduced. Track +4 Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track. Wild Empathy +7 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy. Winged boots (3/day) Fly as spell for up to 5 minutes. +4 to fly checks. Appearance:
Arial is tall and lithe, though years spent underground have given her a slightly hunched posture and she tends to squint in any light brighter than torchlight. She wears her auburn hair in a braid that falls down her back and wears loose black clothes over her mithril armor. She often blacks her face and hands with coal, to darken them, so she is better able to blend into the darkness. background:
She was trained by the priests of Desna as a guardian in Kyonin. Her speed and skill with a blade quickly drew the attention of an elite group of warriors that patrolled the caverns below, constantly on watch for incursions from the dark elves. For the past thirty years, she has lived her life in the caverns, stalking the enemies of the elves that lurk below. Though her initial training was in catching thieves and drow, she had a nearly fatal encounter with a babau and decided that the drow were a lesser evil. She dedicated herself to fighting demons then, and has learned many techniques that aid her against them. personality:
Arial is a grim soul. A worshipper of Desna who has spent most of her life in the underground, away from the stars. She feels a sense of duty more strongly than most elves, and her growing knowledge of the terrible things that lurk below and around Kyonin has only made her feelings stronger. Kyonin must be protected, and who else will do it? She takes pleasure in the beauty of nature, but has seen enough of evil among her own kind that she is slow to trust. favor:
When Arial faced the babau, twenty years ago in the Tanglebriar, she was very nearly killed. The others in her patrol had fallen already and she took a debilitating blow, that felled her and should have left her at the mercy of the demon, but another elf that was in the area for his own reasons had heard the battle and arrived at that moment. The demon was driven away, and Arial's life was saved. The elf that saved her has become the emissary now, and has called on Arial to aid him against the drow. Animal Companion: Animal Companion
Leopard N Medium animal Init +6; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +6 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 27, touch 16, flat-footed 21 (+4 armor, +6 Dex, +7 natural) hp 67 (+24) Fort +9, Ref +12, Will +5 (+4 morale bonus vs. Enchantment spells and effects) Defensive Abilities evasion -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 50 ft., sprint Melee bite +12 (1d6+4) and . . 2 claws +12 (1d4+4) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 19, Dex 22, Con 16, Int 3, Wis 12, Cha 6 Base Atk +6; CMB +10; CMD 26 (30 vs. trip) Feats Armor Proficiency (Light), Improved Natural Attack (claw), Iron Will, Multiattack, Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +11, Perception +6, Stealth +11 (+15 in Undergrowth), Survival +3; Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth in Undergrowth SQ devotion, multiattack / extra attack Other Gear mithral chain shirt -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Devotion +4 (Ex) +4 morale bonus on Will Saves vs. Enchantments. Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail. Multiattack / Extra Attack Multiattack or second attack with primary weapon at a -5 penalty. Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell. Sprint (1/hour) (Ex) Can move ten times normal speed (500 feet) when you make a charge. Trip (Ex) You can make a trip attempt on a successful attack.
Crunch:
Arial Elf Ranger (Deep Walker) 9 (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 0) NG Medium humanoid (elf) Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +16 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 23, touch 16, flat-footed 18 (+6 armor, +5 Dex, +1 natural, +1 deflection) hp 68 (9d10+10) Fort +9, Ref +13, Will +10; +2 vs. enchantments Defensive Abilities evasion; Immune sleep Weakness light sensitivity -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee +1 keen elven curve blade +12/+7 (1d10+11/15-20) Ranged masterwork composite longbow +15/+10 (1d8+1/×3) Special Attacks favored enemies (elves +2, evil outsiders +4) Ranger (Deep Walker) Spells Prepared (CL 6th; concentration +8): . . 2nd—cat's grace, versatile weapon{super}APG{/super} (DC 14) . . 1st—gravity bow{super}APG{/super}, lead blades{super}APG{/super}, magic fang -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 12, Dex 21, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 10 Base Atk +9; CMB +7; CMD 26 Feats Boon Companion, Breadth of Experience[APG], Endurance, Furious Focus[APG], Iron Will, Power Attack, Quick Draw, Weapon Finesse Traits indomitable faith, reactionary Skills Acrobatics +14 (+19 to traverse underground terrain), Climb +5 (+10 to traverse underground terrain), Diplomacy +1, Fly +9, Handle Animal +12, Knowledge (arcana) +4, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +8 (+13 when underground), Knowledge (engineering) +4, Knowledge (geography) +7, Knowledge (history) +4, Knowledge (local) +4, Knowledge (nature) +7, Knowledge (planes) +4, Knowledge (religion) +4, Perception +16 (+21 when underground), Ride +17, Stealth +17 (+22 when underground), Survival +14 (+19 when underground), Swim +5; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, silent hunter Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan SQ combat styles (two-handed weapon), deep knowledge, hunter's bonds (hunter's bond [animal companion]), weapon familiarity, rock hopper, swift tracker, track +4, wild empathy +9 Combat Gear arrows (50), cold iron arrows (45), cold iron arrows (5), silver arrows (45), silver arrows (5), alchemist's fire (5), alkali flask (5); Other Gear +2 mithral chain shirt, +1 keen elven curve blade, arrows (40), arrows (10), masterwork composite longbow, amulet of natural armor +1, belt of incredible dexterity +2, cloak of resistance +2, ring of protection +1, ring of the sublime, winged boots, backpack, bedroll, flint and steel, grappling arrow, hammer, hammock, iron spike, piton (5), silk rope (50 ft.), 15,761 gp, 8 sp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion. Boon Companion (Animal Companion) +4 levels to calc familiar/animal comp abilities (max of your HD). Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Deep Knowledge +5 (Ex) At 3rd level, a deep walker gains a +2 bonus on initiative checks and Knowledge (dungeoneering), Perception, Stealth, and Survival skill checks while underground (in caves and dungeons). Every 5 levels thereafter, the deep walker gains an additional Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects. Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue. Evasion (Ex) If you succeed at a Reflex save for half damage, you take none instead. Favored Enemy (Elves +2) (Ex) +2 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Elves). Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders +4) (Ex) +4 to rolls vs Favored Enemy (Evil Outsiders). Furious Focus If you are wielding a weapon in two hands, ignore the penalty for your first attack of each turn. Light Sensitivity (Ex) Dazzled as long as remain in bright light. Power Attack -3/+6 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage. Quick Draw Draw weapon as a free action (or move if hidden weapon). Throw at full rate of attacks. Ring of the sublime When worn, the ring of the sublime protects its wearer from fear effects as if constantly under the effects of remove fear. Rock Hopper (Ex) At 7th level, a deep walker instinctively grasps for the most stable surfaces and holds on tighter while moving over underground rock and stone. The deep walker gains a +5 bonus on all Acrobatics and Climb checks made to traverse underground terrain. Share Spells with Companion (Ex) Can cast spells with a target of "you" on animal companion, as touch spells. Silent Hunter Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty). Swift Tracker (Ex) Tracking penalties when moving at normal speed or faster are reduced. Track +4 Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track. Wild Empathy +9 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy. Winged boots (3/day) Fly as spell for up to 5 minutes. +4 to fly checks. A ranger, mostly for melee.
Arial leads the second group into the cave, smiling at the sight of Oskar and Malaki, back in the prime of health. After a quick round of introductions, she speaks quietly. "The first foray into the steading was more successful than you might think," she says. "Without so much as pausing to catch your breath, you learned much of the place's layout, as well as killing or driving off a dozen hill giants and a cloud giant. Nosnra knows now that he has an enemy, and while Luthia and Elwe were lost, these others have come to lend their strength to the fight."
"Sorry about, you know, stabbing you a little bit," Arial says to Jack.
Following an impulse from Sehanine, Arial takes a knife and cuts Jack where the worm burrowed in, catching the wriggling thing with the point of the blade and flicking it out. (hopefully)
Arial attempts to call on Sehanine's aid.
Arial draws another arrow, wincing at the sight of her friends under attack. She aims carefully at the creature's head, and shoots.
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Arial draws the bow, whispering softly, "Sehanine guide my arrow." She aims at one of the miners on the outside of the pack and lets the shaft fly.
Arial feels her stomach turn, but is able to control herself. After a moment's careful consideration, she decides it would be better not to close with these miners. She sets the lantern down and draws her bow.
As soon as the miners come into view, Arial stops, backstepping out of sight and holding her cloak over the lantern - NOT directly in the flame - to shade it. "I thought the miners had all cleared out," she whispers.
Arial's eyes accustom themselves quickly to the gloom, as she steps off the elevator. Holding a lantern up, she walks slowly towards the entrance to the tunnel, staying beside the line of the tracks.
"I suppose we'd best follow the tracks," she says, feeling a bit nervous. Even Azander was quieter than usual.
Arial watches the proceedings quietly, and frowns when she hears that Kullen's body was burnt. She likes the strange box even less, but it seems there is little that can be done at this point.
Arial shakes her head. "Sehanine save me, does every word mean its opposite when it comes before man?" "The paperwork goes with us into the mine," she says. "If you make reparations to her for the damage you've done to her through paying off her workers to not work and sending your 'Real Men' to assault her, you might deserve some measure of goodwill."
The simple fact that the man uttered such threats very nearly provoked Arial to put an arrow in him right then and there, but the others spoke before she could begin to formulate any acceptable response. Azander's rant gives her time to look around the room, counting goons, not liking the numbers she comes up with. Good thing we're with Azander, or we might be in real danger, she thinks. She lets her hand rest on her spear, a more useful weapon than a bow for close quarters, and this isn't the moment for the delicate art of unarmed combat. Not with this many of them. "There's been enough killing," she says, putting a restraining hand on Azander's shoulder. "Before we listen to any proposal you might make, we need assurances that you will cause no more trouble for Alison Land, whether directly or working through these men whose honor you've purchased." Her gesture includes all the thugs, but mostly the sheriff.
Arial considers the wounded man for a moment, and then sighs.
"Sehanine help me," she mutters under her breath, and then kneels beside him. She wads up clean rags and applies pressure to the wound til it stops bleeding. She ties off the bandages and gently tries to wake him. If he regains consciousness:
"I'm afraid the rest of the Real Men abandoned you," she says, wondering to herself why being a despicable lout seemed to make a man real. "I couldn't let you bleed out, but I'm afraid you will have to come with me." She leads him out of the tavern and back to the bakery. Much to Jana's immense delight, I expect.
She slips in a few moments after the others, just in time to catch the end of Jack's speech to his sister-in-law. Standing there, slightly awkwardly, she turns to Jana and smiles warmly. "The Moonbow's blessing on your house, Lady," she says. "We thank you for your aid and kindness."
"It seems the law here is a matter of convenience," Arial says, shaking her head in the direction the sheriff left. She had been hiding in an alley when the confrontation took place, concocting schemes to spring the old man from prison. "Maybe we should head to Smenk's place? I think we should try to resolve our differences before there is any further bloodshed," she says. She looks down at the bloody spot where the half-orc's body had been, and sighs, saddened that things had come to this point. Then she looks back at the bar where the fight had begun. "I'm sure the Real Men could help us find him." She walks back in, shaking one of the unconscious thugs to try to wake him.
Hearing the scream, Arial ignores the thug with the chair and races outside to the square. Now an innocent life is in play, she decides it may be time to go into the fray armed, and she draws her bow. "Kullen, you've threatened her for the last time," she says, siting down the shaft and aiming at his head. "Sehanine guide my arrow," she whispers, and lets the arrow fly.
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Ducking under the barstool, Arial takes a swing at her new playmate and misses.
Arial finds her feet and lets the thug come, shooting a sharp jab that catches him square on the nose and drops him like a cross-eyed stone. "Huh," she says to the lump at her feet. "It seems real men have bad manners and can't take a punch." Seeing Jack pushed back against the pit by two thugs, she moves to assist him.
Ducking the goons swipe with the bottle, Arial dances back, jabbing and missing.
"You know you're only going to be more embarrassed when word gets out you were taken down by an unarmed girl," she sighs, and slaps the nearer of the two men as he stands up. "Blessed Moonbow, shield me from these louts.
Arial smiles sweetly and walks to the table where the two men sit. "I would be pleased to accept your invitation," she says, "but first I must insist that you apologize to my friends: Miss Hand for the injuries she has received at your hands, and Mister Greyfeather for your cruel words. Sehanine shines on those who turn aside from evil ways as brightly as those whose lives are pure." She gives a glance over her shoulder to Azander, as if to imply that if they don't accept her terms, they will have to deal with him.
Arial beams delightedly at the sight of Azander, but as always with humans, she is a bit startled by how quickly time seems to work on them. "Well met, brave sir!" she says, coughing cheerfully as she turns to Alison. "Well now there's truly nothing to worry about. This man fought off a swarm of dragons once with a sharp stick and a box of good cigars. Smenk won't dare to dispute you with Azander on your side!" She practically skips, until she remembers that Sehanine's Arrows conduct themselves with dignity at all times.
"Of course we will help," Arial says, without giving the matter a moment's thought. Without consulting Jack, either. She sits beside Alison, putting a hand on the poor woman's shoulder. "Even if we weren't friends, you've suffered enough losses already. It's clear that this man Balabar Smenk is corrupt and manipulating events to take advantage of your misfortune. Sehanine knows who is worthy."
Slipping by the thugs without deigning to notice the leers, Arial climbs the stairs of swift and nimble feet. As she follows the ramshackle balcony to the door they came through she is amazed that the structure was still standing. Had Diamond Lake fallen so far since she'd lived here, or was it simply that her life here had been sheltered? As she approached the door, she saw the other half-orc, big and brutish, but not as savage as the albino, though his face was decorated with what looked like something gruesome at first glance, but turned out to be pastry. She found herself smiling as the rotund man with the pastry eating half-orc turned and she recognized.... "Jack!" she said, and a moment later his arms had wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet until she laughed and playfully thumped his shoulders. "Put me down!!!" "You've grown as full as Sehanine's moon," she grinned, returning his hug. She looked to the be-pastried half-orc and then back to Jack, and her smile widened as she remembered sweet, hot, flakey pies that even the elf bakers of Celene couldn't match. She looked at his cloak for tell tale dusting of sugar or flour. "You're still at the family bakery, aren't you?" "This is Alison's room?" she said, and her head whipped around, but the thugs were out of sight. She took a deep breath and her face grew deadly serious. "It is well that I came quickly, then." As quickly as her teacher could get her to leave. In truth, she had been somewhat uncertain about returning to Diamond Lake. She tapped gently on the door. "Alison?" she said. "There are old friends here to see you."
Sehanine Moonbow is an elven goddess with a deep mystical tradition, associated with the moon, dreams, death and transcendence. Some of her followers, Sehanine's Arrows, combine mysticism with ancient martial traditions, and a strong code that emphasizes opposing oppression and defending the weak. ((more chaotic than paladins or monks could get away with in D&D, but similar in role. Her hindrances become articles of her faith))
The name Diamond Lake sounds so inviting, so beautiful, so serene, but Arial was born here, and she knows better. The truth is that when she left for the deep woods of Celene, she had no thought of ever returning. While living there, though, she was taught that one's past is never truly behind them. To honor the Gods one must accept the life they have given, so when her friend's sister wrote, she could not ignore the girl's need. So she made her way home. She is tall and lithe, dressed in simple leathers with a long spear over her shoulder, a bow slung across her back and a quiver of arrows at her hip. She stops outside the aging warehouse and tries to hide her dismay. How so many people can live crammed into such a small space is hard to grasp. She reminds herself that few choose such a life, that most have been pushed into it by circumstances, like her friend's sister Alison. Taking a deep breath, she goes in. At first, she is overwhelmed by the stench and the chaos, and then she moves quickly through the maze, searching with no particular expectation of finding. Eventually, she would find Alison, or find someone who knew her.
She had not gone far when she heard the sound of an argument, and saw an albino half-orc with a few human thugs burst out of a door on a balcony overhead. They bellow threats and shove roughly past another half-orc and a generously built young man. "'To give aid to the oppressed is the first duty of Sehanine's Arrow,'" she whispered to herself, quoting her master's teachings. Her eyes followed the pasty white creature along the balcony, until she saw the stair, and made her way to the door the brute had come through.
Dotting. I just gave this character a sex change, since I'm using her as an NPC in a game I'm running. I don't really know my Greyhawk so well. Where are the elves around there? and are there any sort of elven chivalric orders that would fit a sort of spiritual warrior? PS Sai Ling's character
Arial sits in the cave, making soup, wondering how the assault is going.
The elf snorts and rolls her eyes. "Think you'll catch me playing cards with a dwarf? Not likely...." she mutters as she walks off to see to the horses.
"They're big," the elf says, with a sly grin, but she continues in a somewhat more helpful vein. "The hill giants are big, strong, tough and not much else. They are arrogant and stupid. The other giants that you may encounter are more of the same, for the most part. They are stronger, and may have resistances, fire giants are hard to kill with fire, for example." "The only entry we know of is the front door. Giant lairs seldom have back doors, as a second entrance demands a decision. They prefer things as simple as possible. In general, they rely on brute strength as their best defense. They will feel secure in their lair, and are unlikely to have any security systems more elaborate than making a loud noise at the discovery of enemies." "To speak of giant culture is something of a contradiction in terms. They are ruled by the strongest, usually through a combination of intimidation and bribery. When they aren't raiding, their pastimes include feasting, getting drunk, brawling and bragging. Nosnra is exceptional for having won the loyalty or servitude of so many other giants, which is part of the reason we suspect this is more than just raiding. The other reason is that the same unusual pattern of raiding is taking place in the Crystalmist mountains and the Hellfurnaces, among the frost and fire giants respectively." |