Dahlia will hold out her hand to Igor and ask, "The jewel, may I?"
If and when he hands it over, she'll try putting out the lantern and putting the jewel in its place.
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Dahlia basks in the heat for a moment before continuing through, more lively and animated than before. Her constant humming hits a certain note once the room changes and the air seems to shimmer around her for a brief moment.
"Oh good, a welcoming fire and some soothsayer wisdom." Then she starts to look around the room.
Dahlia bows her head and says, "Let's begin."
Dahlia arrives with her combat gear, armor underneath a silk chiton. She has her mask on. Noting the silence, she simply looks around with her snakes and suppresses the urge to hum.
Dahlia spends her time practicing telekinesis and target practice with her bow. If Fiain wants practice dodging attacks, those can go hand in hand, and would also give her a chance to practice giving people temporary hp. Interspersed with the practice she takes long, hot baths to keep her warm and she starts glancing through her collection of bawdy literature.
I'm sitting right smack dab in the middle of Dorian's path, which could affect my posting rate in the upcoming days. Bot if necessary, and I'll be back when I can.
"I require a composite bow that can utilize my incredible might, to be a more useful and dangerous agent of His Magnificence. And a facemask...my lack of eyes can put people off. A basic makeup and disguise kit...a hammer and chisel that I might practice my stonecutting. And surely our benefactor would like to keep me alive for as long as possible. A fitted breastplate of mithril would do nicely."
Dahlia isn't thrilled about the Asmodean aspect of the pact but doesn't see a viable alternative. Her blood runs hot on to the page from her recent bath and she signs with a smile, taking up the Cardinal's offer of a copy of the pact. "Prepare for what exactly, a fight? A journey? What are your plans for us, Cardinal Second?"
A thin smile spreads across Dahlia's face, and she also nods. "Who do we destroy first?"
Dahlia considers, nods in agreement at Igor's question. "You promise power. Elaborate, please."
Dahlia cocks an eyebrow over an empty eye socket. "I'm going to remember this moment the first time your nose fails you, and I'm going to hold it over your head. Playfully of course. Like a stick."
One of Dahlia's snakes shifts demurely to cover her amused smile. "My dear those are entirely different circumstances. You mistake your own fear of cleanliness for a fear of the opposite in myself, but that's simply not so. I grew up in a swamp like this. It's given me quite the appreciation for the chance to escape the muck when I can. And when the servants do the bathing for you.....mmm. You should try it dear, you might find you enjoy it."
HP: +11
Skills: +6 class +2 BG +1 FCB
Class Features: +1 Spell Point, CL1
Poison fort save dc +1 (10+lvl/2+3[con]+2[feat])=16 Mei, if you dont want to be a cleric then don't feel pressured into it, I think we can make it work either way. Or there's always warpriest if you want to have that spell utility backup but still want to completely wreck face.
Dahlia smiles primly. "Why is it that the most fearsome of champions are so often frightened to the core by a splash of water, a rub of soap, and a sprinkling of scented oils? But it's as if you had asked them to jump in a pool of acid." She looks Aggghh up and down. "Then again, the acid might prove a more useful cleaning agent."
I can pick up the life sphere this level which gives me the equivalent of cure light and lesser restoration, plus a very minor temp hp ability, but the two useful abilities cost spell points which are in short supply now so I think they'd mostly be useful for end of day healing. The ability would push back my telekinetic plan by a level but I think the tradeoff is probably worth it for versatility.
Dahlia trudges comfortably through the moors singing soft tunes about swamp-folk sprouting arrows from their eyes. Once they arrive at their way-station, she swiftly retreats to her room and sets her servant to bathing her. After a time she re-emerges draped in fine linen robes over her armor, the scales on her snakes polished and gleaming like pearl and ivory. "Must we leave here? The accommodations are so much nicer than our last facilities."
Checked through my character sheet, the armor I'd picked up was a chain shirt and a heavy steel shield. I was planning out a character build that would more or less be a ranged striker with some debuff capability. Do we have ANY healing capability right now? I can add that in to a limited extent pretty easily, but I still wouldn't plan on that being the primary character focus.
Longbow, uniform, some armor of some sort, and a bunch of trashy romance novels.
The simple answer for Dahlia would be a bow, but that's kind of boring. The BEST answer would be a one-off casting of regenerate :D The most fitting answer is probably somewhere in the middle: a bow that shoots arrows of regeneration. ...I'm at a loss.
Dahlia shoots at another dog!
Dahlia uses a swift action and an arcane pool point to enchant her bow to +1 and shoots at the dog attacking the "warden."
Welcome back!
Dahlia frowns and readies to bite at anything that gets close to her with a snake.
Dahlia stumbles along behind them at the end of the rope with her hood up and a guard uniform on. She yells out "No! Please, let them through! They'll kill us!"
Still around.
"I'm not half bad myself, but I probably can't sell this on my own. And Reginald, you can hold my rope if you'd like. That would free Mei up for...scuttling."
Dahlia hands her bow and arrows to Mei, puts the hood of her cloak up to hide her snakes, and wraps a rope loosely around her hands a few times then hands the other end to Mei as well. In the blood splattered armor of a guard, she figures she might pass as one at a distance.
"That would allow us to wreak the most havoc, it seems.
As the monsters go through the warden's office, Dahlia goes back downstairs to the library. She starts to stuff books into a sack, in order of preference: Book preference: 1: the most valuable looking books
2: The trashiest looking romance pulps 3: Prisoner Records 4: Financial Records 5: Inventory 6: Less trashy romance novels
"Guard boy, do you execute prisoners within the walls or at a more public spot outside?"
"Shall we search the books downstairs then? There may prove to be many...interesting things held in the library." Dahlia grabs the guard's arm and starts dragging him towards the staircase.
Dahlia sidles up to the guard and her snakes start wrapping around his head, shoulders,and neck. "Let's give the dear a chance at least. Go on, what's the password?"
Dahlia fires at guard 2, cowering in the darkness.
Sorry, I got a little too wrapped up in life. I'm back!
Dahlia pops off a shot at whoever's still standing.
I'm around.
Knock knock!
Did the warden save vs Dahlia's curse? Dahlia approaches closer to the action and readies her telekinesis to catch the next bomb that the warden throws. Catch, DC13 Will Save: Catch [Core]
If using telekinesis on a projectile or thrown object within your size limit (often as a readied action), you may stop the attack from dealing damage. The originator of the attack (the creature who threw the projectile, etc.) is allowed a Will save to negate this ability. After catching an object, you may move it as normal for your telekinesis.
Dahlia moves into the room and towards the wall, keeping her distance from the guards. She begins singing as the snakes on her head focus on the warden, and as they focus the snakes begin hissing in harmony with her.
Dahlia moves around to block the door. One of her snakes coils up, ready to strike defensively if anyone gets close enough.
Dahlia's snakes fan out as she passes through the room, mentally noting down trashy romance novels to take once they get down the stars again.
Dahlia continues on up, as close on their heels as she can manage.
Dahlia calls back, "I'll take the darkness if you're offering, just fall in line dear."
Her humming transitioning to sing-song speech, Dahlia asks "Are flames all you're worried about?" Her humming becomes staccato for a moment and the air around her shimmers briefly as she hefts her shield before her and strides up the stairs.
Dahlia walks into the room, shield raised, and glances around. Seeing a torch on the wall not far from one of the guards, she begins to hum. The torch slides out of its sconce and flies at the nearest guard.
Dahlia steps to the side of the door so she's out of immediate view once it opens.
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