Search Posts
"My brother is at peace with his decisions. As is his family." Celina told the others as they approached the temple. When she heard that they'd missed the morning service, she looked crestfallen. She'd wanted to see something new. "I'm sorry we missed it. I was looking forward to watching." She smiled at Britten, letting her natural charm shine through. "So what do you need from us?" Diplomacy Check:
"Yes. The magic isn't just in your blood. It is in every fibre of your being. With control, you can simply choose to not use your powers. But it isn't easy. My brother refused his gift. And he does so every morning when he wakes."
"There is a way to remove your powers, but I fear you wouldn't like it. You would need to die." She said, her voice sad. "But if you learn control, then you could simply set them aside, and not use them again. Right now, you are using your powers on instinct, letting your emotions rule your magic. With proper control, you would never accidentally use your powers again. Would you like that?" She paused for a moment. "No matter what you have done, your family will not blame you. You are not the first young sorcerer to burn down a caravn or accidentally harm someone. Nor will you be the last." The assurance in her voice made it clear - she was talking from experience.
Unlike, other, more clumsy members of their little band, Celina flowed through the crowd like water. She had been quiet for a time - stone walls were not a thing she enjoyed being surrounded by. When she heard herself being mentioned as 'vampish', she rejoined the group - she had not been far. "Vampish?" She asked, her tone amused. "You have quite the acid tongue it seems. A poor trait in a performer." She shook her head at him slightly, although the twinkle in her eye seemed to suggest she wasn't terribly bothered. "Randovich, pay no heed to this one." She said, motioning to Alexite. "Control is hard to learn for our gifts, but I can teach you, if you wish." "I have never seen a dawn prayer before. I would like to go with our Iomedites. As Torald said, we can always find this fellow later." As she spoke, she glanced at Alexite again, a flicker of light passed through her eyes. Was that fire?
"I would prefer wine, if you have it." She said to the barmaid, sliding her coins onto the bar with an unconscious flourish and smiling at her again. Celina heard the discussion of sorcerous power quite clearly, as well as noting the attention of the Chelaxian man at the table. Not one to let a (however distant) family member suffer needlessly, she made her way over to the table, her steps as measured as they were graceful. "Kaerol, shyraes. Tae si vyr caer o eil vyraes o." She said to her disraught kin in their native tongue. "Magic is nothing to fear, I promise you this. But where are your family? You are young to be sent to another family, no?" Those who speak Varisian:
Greetings, brother. May the road keep you and protect you. Randovich: What family are you from? If it was the Silviu family, we would have a solid hook into each other, as Celina is set to be married to Andrei, the eldest Silviu child. A possible relative of yours? Also, is Randovich wearing his family scarf?
Entering the inn, Celina's gazed passed over the room as she stood in the doorway. Those who glanced at her would be immediately struck by her beauty. Her smooth olive skin and lithe dancer's frame, coupled with her dark eyes and hair, would no doubt make her the object of desire for most of them men, and a few women to boot, while the rest would be jealous. Her dress flowed suggestively as she stepped into the inn and made her way to the bar, her movements causing the bells at her ankles and the bangles on her wrists to shime softly. She smiled at the barmaids, an open, friendly smile. "Hello. Would you happen to have a room available for a weary traveler?" Diplomacy:
She spoke to a few people as she moved through the Meatgate, her beauty and charm having a stronger effect than greasing palms with silver. Perhaps an inn where she could rest, and people wouldn't bother a Varisian. Diplomacy Check: DM: Andrei is a talented thief and performer. If he was a proper NPC, he'd either be a Bard or an Expert, I think.
It's possible, I suppose, but I hope not. My crunchy stuff is completed and ready for review in my profile, Zyren.
I can't afford my Harrow deck. :(
Celina, Varisian soothsayer and Diviner here. Wrapping up my mechanics at the moment. I suppose I should roll for starting cash.
Looks like I get 70gp.
Alright, sounds good. It's been a quiet day overall, how are the rest of you coming along? I need to expand on the fluff, but most of the crunch is done. I just need to purchase my gear, and do my skill selection. CHP, if you want to do some background-sharing, let me know, and we can work on it.
"Och lass, sometimes the past is best left where it belongs. Yer welcome t' try though." Grim's face cracks into a smile - somewhat marred by his missing left eye.
Hey, PsionicFox, are you still interested in being my loyal (or nominally loyal) hired guard or traveling companion? Certainly. "Don't worry lass. Your father helped me good way back when. Anyone gives you lip, you just let me know."
And here we have the beginnings of Dolgrimm. A Dwarf Barbarian banished from his clan for the crime of fratricide. Hired on with a young spellcaster (perhaps knew her father) who keeps him fed/equipped in exchange for him beating the crap out of whoever bothers her. Are the flaws from Tome of Secrets permitted? I'm specifically thinking of the one-eye flaw. Partly because Dolgrimm "Grim" One-Eye is a kickass name, and also because it'd add some awesome flavor to the character.
Good luck everyone! Mirela was my excuse to coine a few of my favorite aspect of Golarion setting - Varisian fortuntellers, Pathfinders, and Desna. *crosses fingers* EDIT: Vote for Mirela! |
