i am having some health problems at the moment. I am following, but it's difficult to get up the energy to post. go ahead and move on without me if needed.
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i am still recovering from jet lag. always worse coming back from europe than going there. hope to be up to snuff tomorrow sometime, though. gonna try to force myself to sleep a full night tonight.
Traveling back to the US tomorrow morning. Will be unavailable for a few days. Brain is a bit scattered at the moment since I won't be seeing my husband for the next six months, so I'll try to post something decent at the beginning of the week rather than dialing it in now.
Eilinica is among the first to wake. Bleering at the shadows cast by the banked coals, she considers where it was that she slept that evening, finding it strange that there is carpet beneath her bedroll, and upholstered chairs near. And that smell... that musty smell... Her eyes gradually focus well enough to make out the letters on the spines of literally hundreds of books surrounding her. "Ah," she sighs and rubs the back of her neck. She had fallen asleep with the towel around her head and it had done her already poor sleeping posture no favors. Eilinica remains sitting on her bedroll for a time before crawling forward to drop another log on the fire, then with a large breath incites the coals there to life. The wood pops and showers of sparks momentarily illuminate the dark room as it catches. When there is enough light to read by, she pulls a random book from the shelf and drags it into her lap and does so. She does not stir until the sounds and smells of cooking become apparent, only then rising, and with her Kapenia wrapped about her waist like a skirt, dragging her sleeping leg slightly behind her while her circulation rushes to compensate for its numb state. "Waiting for me?" she says, wiping at her eyes when Marenso mentions her name. "With fresh coffee? Oh, that this priestess was so disposed to marry," she jests and looks to Everiss. "See now, your pen has stolen my will!" Eilinica pours herself a mug of coffee and settles at the table. "So, we are investigating a statue of a man with a club," she recalls. "Have we any reason to suspect that this statue relocated itself overnight? I had considered finding where the local authorities congregate and getting some answers about the men who attacked us yesterday."
"Plans?" Eilinica repeats, her large eyes glittering. "Goodness, no. Save maybe running. Has it occurred to either of you that this overlarge wagon lacks wheels?" she jests, and shivers. "I thought I would set up a camp beside the fire and pretend that I have elsewhere to be in when eve comes next."
Eilinica sits in the study for a good deal of time, her harrow deck simply resting on her knee. It was the Lady's way that She should send prophecy through the cards, to be interpreted, but the reader's responsibility to guide thereof. Eilinica taps the top card on the deck, anxious. She has told fortunes of love, of avarice, and even that of a family losing its matriarch, but she has never looked into her own future. The result of such a reading may significantly reduce the multitude of paths she was currently free to walk. Conflicted, Eilinica prowls about the manor searching for a bath. The grit of travel is heavy upon her, and she does not wish to stain the sheets the mistress so kindly lent, whatever her inducements. Varisians were not a people to deny hospitality. Eilinica strips down to her short pants and washes thoroughly, humming a tune in Celestial, the language spoken amongst her Lady's spheres.
Contented with her performance, Eilinica continues as she washes travel dust from her hair, then pulls the tangled mess into a towel, and lets her Kapenia down over her breasts and steps into the hall. An experienced traveler, she has no particular desire to be confined to a narrow cell in a standing structure, rather she intends to pass the night in front of the fire, keeping it for the other occupants. Passing the huntsman she slows and smiles. "How went your expedition?" she inquires.
"The Whispering Way," Eilinica says quietly, and frowns as Everiss displays the remainder of the books. "I... If these were the books that the professor was studying before his demise, they may give us some indication of what his enemies were plotting," she observes in a stronger voice. She touches The Umbral Leaves and shivers, not enjoying the fell or the presence of manacles on the cover. "We are meant to deliver these tomes elsewhere," she recalls from the will, "this imagery..." she trails and shakes her head.
Eilinica sighs when Jevalt makes his suggestion, the tension in her shoulders lessening considerably. "As a woman of faith, I do not believe I could have borne a sin against the Lady Pharasma in Her own domain," she says quietly.
Eilinica, standing near the hunter empathizes with his quiet statement concerning the absurdity of staying in one place for such an extended period of time. At Ereviss's suggestion, she colors slightly and moves slightly closer to the hunter. "I thank you for your concern, sir, but having wandered in the wilds with none but the light of my Lady's spheres to guide me, I count myself more than capable of navigating an enclosed space. Besides which, I have been told that my tendency to wander in the evening causes no small amount of discomfort." Eilinica listens quietly while Everiss reads the passages. Fountain of youth? How absurd... Eilinica purses her full lips and glances at those assembled under the Professor's care. Certainly the lady's knight... "I am unfamiliar with the place Harrowstone," she says when Everiss has concluded speaking. "How would it have held anyone?"
Eilinica takes the book and raises a thick eyebrow. "Easily one of the most memorable propositions I have received while traveling," she teases, and laughs softly. She balances the quill between the tips of her fingers for a few moments before signing her name. "Understand that the history of my people is verbal, living memories. Set to a page..." she wets her lips and touches the tip of the quill to the page, "our spirits are forever suspended in that moment. This is not our way, but I will trust your representation will be... dramatic." Eilinica signs her name.
Used one of the new avvy's for Eilinica. Is less... warlike than the other and not so hard as some.
"That conclusion is a tad hasty," Eilinica says, and presses her full lips together for a moment. "Regrettably, good is an essence that requires nurturing to flourish. I think that while it is very easy to be evil, it is..." her voice drops out as she flushes with embarrassment to be speaking of such things without reference to evidence. "My Lady Desna and Pharasma too, weave the paths, it is the choices men make which carry them towards one or another. We... What good would we be if we dismissed the entirety of the community for its terrible representatives?" she inquires. "There were men and women who started that journey with us. I understand that they could not find it in their hearts to commit when the sanctity of the ceremony was interrupted, but we had given them no reason to trust that a number of strangers were interested in their protection." Eilinica is silent for a time after her speech, then looks to the pretty young woman. "I am Eilinica, Lady," she identifies herself.
Eilinica's eyes widen at Jevalt's answer. Like his benediction at the Professor's grave, his words seem to travel right over her. Methodology, logic, evidence... Not faith? She colors at Merenso's comment and turns to regard the huntsman. "But neither can it dream, or make promises," she continues the jest. "Which would suggest that it would make a very poor candidate."
Eilinica compresses her lips at the knight's words about Dominnia's path, slightly frustrated that she has little to add to the conversation. Knights of the Inheritor... she looks between the ... Eidolin, and the living knight and blushes slightly, then places her mostly consumed glass of wine on a nearby table. She quickly looks away, unwilling to intrude on the moment between the pretty woman and the knight, and recognizes that the crossbowman has withdrawn further. She goes to him. "Those men might well have murdered the grandfather if I were not on hand to assist," she says softly. "It was... ungracious, the way the huntsman singled you out among all of us who attacked. You could not have known that we were not actively trying to harm them."
Eilinica raises her mostly empty glass in a toast to the performer and grins. "To the Professor's hospitality!" she says cheerfully, and reaches to steady her ascent on Marenso's chair arm, her fingers brushing his arm for a moment. Under the dull lights, she can be seen to blush. "As the man suggested, this is an occasion for us to celebrate the Professor's life, and how he has influenced each of us in our lifetimes. And perhaps, in making merry, we might also touch the hearts of his Lady daughter," she suggests with a broad smile, and inclines her head in a salute to Kendra.
Eilinica smiles broadly and sits down on the floor besides the gruff man, the apples of her cheeks more than a little flushed. More than half her glass of wine is gone, and she appears more than a little chipper. "He was a traveler," she almost sings, and for a moment it appears that the wings of her butterfly tattoos shiver as the muscles in her arm flex and move, raising the glass to her mouth once more. "My Lady Desna, and the lady of the Graves, together they weave the webs that bind us to each other. Fate, chance," Eilinica sighs and smiles broadly. "Should I do a reading?" she suggests.
"They were blasphemers," Eilinica reports, "like as not half mad with drink, as well. They interrupted the professor's journey to his grave, and refused to listen to reason. They are being held by the authorities, now."
Outside the Lorrimore home, Eilinica goes through what appears to be a rather elaborate process of shaking dust from her traveling cloak, pants, boots, and finally her hair, waving any who pause to watch inside. "You are a most gracious hostess, lady," Eilinica replies to Kendra's offer to heat water to wash with a smile. "As your guest, I would be delighted to wash before we receive other visitors." After washing, Eilinica takes the offered wine and scans the bookshelves for any titles of interest. At Agrimar's words, Eilinica frowns and turns, but finding that he is addressing the pale priest, she blushes and turns 'round again.
opposing forces of good will just tear each other apart eventually. Like when her aura becomes overwhelmingly chaotic at level 11 :P
At the warrior's words, Eilinica steps closer to Kendra, and whispers a prayer in Varisian before laying a hand on her shoulder in a friendly fashion and beaming a smile at the larger man. "You see, Mistress, your father was well loved," she whispers to the girl, "Do not think upon the earlier unpleasantness, rather, let us recall the good he did, for this young man and others."
Jump the paladin's bones in a holy place? *Salutes* Aye, Cap'n! *laughs*
Eilinica smiles broadly at the newcomer. "None should object," she says sweetly. "Surely Desna smiles upon thee, friends, that you should join us now."
"There is no need, Grandfather," Eilinica replies, smiling gently. She points to one of the villains that is still on the ground. "The law will be asking questions of them. And it would be a poor choice for a priestess of my Lady to abandon a friend on his last journey on this earth." Eilinica rolls her eyes after her elder patient speaks. The man's ways were grating, true, and... she was having some trouble determining what manner of saving graces he might have. Still, the Professor and his companions deserved better than hearing that none would ever attain his stature. "I met this man along the ways," she begins. "I've Desna to thank for allowing our paths to meet. I am truly honored that I was invited to walk with him on this, his final journey," Eilinica pauses and looks to the sky. "May my Lady's songs guide you to your final rest, Sir, and may she smile upon all those gathered here to mourn you."
"Bruised pride, likely," Eilinica fairly growls after watching her prey escape. I thought I were stronger than that... She looks to the old man, still laying on the ground, unmoving. Varisian:
"My apologies, grandfather. Allow me to assist." Eilinica kneels beside Xiuj and casts healing the man for damage. She then rises and addresses the priest. "Good father, I would let these other men be til this sheriff comes. I will want to know why they assaulted this party in this holy place."
Eilinica kneels atop the man in the blue smock, pressing her knee in the small of his back to disable him.
"Would not want this one escaping like the remainder of the cowards," she says, and then from beneath her orange scarf pulls a wooden symbol in the shape of a butterfly elaborately carved with a celestial motif. "Bring Mistress Kendra, and any others who were injured close, please," she requests.
As the tall woman kneels on the peasant's back, gripping her holy symbol, she begins speaking in flowing Varisian, the language rolling of her tongue as though she were born of the people. A gentle breeze picks up her curls, and bursts forth in a rush, surrounding her and all within 30 feet of her with a dazzling display of illuminated butterflies that land on bruised and broken limbs and dull the pain. Eilinica looks up at the remainder of the group, and for a moment her dark eyes appear to be a bright violet, but then the illusion is suddenly gone. "Desna has lent these men Her grace," she informs the group. "Though we disagree, let us not renew hostilities. I believe that our friend would agree that such a display is unconscionable in a holy place."
i'm cool with you telling us when to level.
Eilinica, furious with the farmer's cowardly nature, attacks the man in the blue smock as he tries to flee.
"You have my thanks," Eilinica says to the man who so easily disabled the foes threatening her. She looks to Kendra, still swamped by two and finds her assisted by another, while the large old man is not. Eilinica moves towards Xiuj, brandishing her lighted mace, and attacks one of his foes.
"Behold, the light of Desna's wrath!"
Eilinica five foots back and casts on her heavy mace in an attempt to frighten her assailants.
Eilinica, recognizing that diplomacy has failed, gently lowers the Professor's casket, then draws her star knife as a move action, and readies to throw it should any combatants come into range. "Disperse, now, and go with Pharasma and Desna's grace!"
I'm curious, is Eilinica part of combat? I see Yasbot's name on the initiative, but not hers.
Eilinica has held her peace for the most, perhaps content in the knowledge that few would have the prerequisite gall to forstall a burial in Pharasma's domain. When the elderly man steps forward and suggests that he has some control otherwise, and begins abusing Professor Lorrimor's daughter in her time of grief, she cannot hold her tongue. "What is this then? Not only disrupting the professor's journey, but placing himself above Pharasma, too, in Her domain?" Eilinica inquires. "We have no quarrel with you and yours, Sir. As the Lady says, she has permission to bury ours here. Go with Her blessings upon ye, and get gone."
A tall young woman with an unruly mane of dark curls and piercing violet eyes pulls a bright orange scarf embroidered with whorls and buds slightly resembling vines from her mouth and reaches an arm tattooed with a swarm of butterflies out and touches the professor's coffin. Varisian:
"I am honored to be called to this place where your journey ends, friend." Eilinica frowns at the elder man with the strange manner of speaking, and after giving him a wide berth, lines up on the left side of the coffin so that she might bear the Professor's weight on the arm she has devoted to proclaiming her faith in Desna. "If you believe it appropriate, Miss Dominnia," she says to the lady. "Though we three scarcely are weak, the lack of a fourth unbalances, and may make our friend's journey uncomfortable."
I am boarding a flight home to Norway in about 36 hours, and will be unavailable to post from the 29th til the 31st, essentially. Will have access to the internet on the 30th but I typically don't sleep on the international flights and my head feels like cotton after the 30 hour ordeal. Just a heads up.
It's an elf! Sneeze on him! Their constitution is HORRIBLE!! *laughs*
Yeah, running it myself, and yeah... That's what I meant about the sittin' around time. It's just as important to work up rapport with the people as it is to engage in combat.
More CG lovin' to spread about! Given the investigative nature of this AP, having more PCs isn't really going to hamper too much. There's so much sittin' around time that conceivably, some of the PCs can elect not to participate in combat, and focus instead on the farting about tasks and not step on anyone's toes. That's just MHO, though.
Hey, do any of you know how I can link you guys as players and characters under the campaign tabs? This will be done when we post in the game, proper.
Is there a set progression for these characters, or will we be allowed to choose based on the fluff? For example, maybe Eilinica would take the harrower prestige class since that is something she places a lot of faith in. I play a lot of clerics. I think the only type I've yet to play is the dedicated self buffing fighty type, which Elinicia is not.
Thanks for the correction. I play clerics bunches, and disrupt undead would be an awesome spell to have as one. "The power of <insert Golarian deity here> compels you!!"
I have a question. Under the Campaign Guide, it says if you start play as a Varisian, you automatically gain the language, for free. Is that still in effect under the Inner Sea Guide? If not... well then... hrmm... Also I am wondering about a few of the spells that Eilinica has prepared, but I can look those up myself.
To clarify, Eilinica has Brand (An inquisitor spell) and Disrupt Undead (a sorc/wizard) spell prepared as cantrips, and they're not on the cleric's spell list. This is what I have concerns about. |