Cake the Magnificent's page

Cake gives Aki a rather long-suffering look and then takes wing, flying as high as she dares in this heat and scanning the general vicinity for anything that seems strange.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Will (DC 16): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 If necessary.

Cake had been riding along on Aki's pack, giving Maudi the stink-eye when she thought that the saurian wasn't looking. Although she couldn't disagree with his earlier assessment of Aki, she also couldn't help but feel slightly jealous.

She's *my* human. And you've already got your own!

But then the haunting song that seemed to come from the statue ahead quickly pushed these other thoughts out of her mind...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Although this situation isn't quite like the blizzards Cake's species are used to, it's still close enough - the owl's keen eyes are able to pick out the movements of Hokama and his camels.

"Screeee!"

That way! I can see them! Keep going!

Fort (DC 15; Kembe Survival): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 2 = 18

Much like Maudi, Cake doesn't seem particularly bothered by the extreme desert heat. When not perched atop Aki's shoulder (or camel) she rides with Kembe, who seems to have a knack for caring for critters.

"Hoot!"

I'm glad there's *someone* here who understands how to take proper care of creatures such as Maudi and myself!

From atop Aki's shoulder sits a beautiful white and brown snowy owl. Although attempting to look regal, it's hard not to notice that the creature seems to be wilting a bit under the heat.

"Hooot!"

Speak for yourself! I'll just supervise; this heat is too awful for me to do anything else!

And you can't forget about me!

Oddly quiet and single-minded for a fox Viata follows hot on Isme's heels, ready to protect her from anyone or anything foolish enough to attack her directly.

It's actually a wonder that she doesn't ever seem to trip over him.

Reminder that Viata is still here and still sticking to his SOP; I've been a little neglectful about posting for him lately. Such a bad pet parent.

Viata's Round 1

Following hot on the heels of his master, Viata's fur bristles as he leaps and spins and dances around Isme's feat - almost as if trying to act as a distraction or as protection.

Viata fits into Isme's square and can use the Bodyguard feat to boost her AC should she be attacked.

Though he sticks close to Isme's side even Viata peers around the room with interest, eyes wide and sniffing at the air nervously.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Lots of smells here...too many smells. I don't like it!

The fox's eyes flicker up to the half-elf with a surprisingly eager and docile look for such a creature. He yawns and stretches in a languid manner before resuming his sentry-like position.