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As I said in the other thread, no reason to apologize. I think we all understand and there's no shame in admitting you can't do it right now. I hope that you will take the time you need to heal and when you come back, I'll be there to sign up for the next adventure. :)
Fifth. Though given the shenanigans I think Eina's about to set off
Eina grins and listens for a bit before bravado gets the best of her. With as quiet of a step as she can manage, she sneaks up to the poorly hidden chest.
Eina's going in a more blasty direction with some dips into oracle every few levels. She's going to be more reliant on her Electric Blast than her oracle spells anyway, which is usable in close quarters as a melee touch attack. She wouldn't get that much out of the staff. I dare say that Carith would find it much more useful.
When Eina joins up the others, her face is glowing red and some of the guards following her can be heard snickering about how they found her hanging from her belt off of a hook. Thud looks rather satisfied, if ansty to be out from the keep. "Not. A. Word," is all she says to the others as she leads the wooly yak past them and through the gates. === A couple hours later, as the others grow frustrated and despair, the short young woman hands the rope that she'd been using to lead Thud by to Erodin and pulls out her staff from his pack. She makes a show of using it like a dowsing rod before pointing it down the right trail. "Our missing treasure is that way," she says confidently as she begins to follow the tracks.
Eina spends a good portion of the night singing and dancing. The next morning, she looks tired, but happy. "I would like to see if there is a wagon we may trade for, but that is not so important now. I will see that Thud is ready to travel." She polishes off what is on her plate and stands with a grin as she makes for the stables.
"Some men are born with the talent of a skald," Eina says as she hops up on a table near those playing and looks at both Erodin and Pinto with a bemused smirk as she shakes her head at them. "Sadly, you two cannot sing to please the crows! This is how that song should go!"
Sorry for dropping off the radar. Between work, birthday, personal issues and spending time with family, I really haven't had time to post. I'll try to get one up tomorrow. Again sorry for dropping off the radar this week.
"And if that comes to pass, I shall sing songs of your prowess! Now, DRINK!" Eina bumps her tankard to theirs and downs it in a single, long pull from it. With a bow, she leaves them to their business and returns to the others. He cheeks a little pink. "What is that saying you outlanders have about elves? Something about longbows up backsides? I thought it was a joke," she quietly tells the others before setting down and enjoying her breakfast. === When shown the map of the keep, Eina shrugs and looks to the others. "I am fine with whatever rooms you pick. I would like them to be close, though."
It's not a problem. I was so out of it that I wasn't in much shape to be posting.
True, but that's also within the Keep on the frontier where those things would be appreciated, even applauded, so not everyone's going to hear of her, at least for the next few levels. Even then, some will think it just stories, even though anyone that meets her is going to learn that she's not afraid to rough it or stick her neck out for her friends. Even if there's a party at the Keep, not all of the guests may be from the Keep. Some may be dignitaries from other places with less libertine views on gender roles and they'll likely take issue with the rather gregarious, strong willed storyteller and lore keeper in their midst.
Not precisely. She's 4 feet 11 inches tall. Her feet would be small even if she has a y-chromosome. I'm not adverse to mirroring real-world time periods, though I don't do this myself. It bring sup some interesting opportunities for female PCs even. For example, how's Eina going to be received when there's some fancy party that she needs to go to?
Seeing the elves and their sour looks, Eina grabs a quartet of flagons and makes her way to their table exchanging salutes and jabs with the soldiers as she weaves through the crowd. With a flourish she sets three of the mugs before the elves. "My father always said that warriors unwilling to celebrate a victory have only themselves to blame for their unhappiness. Drink and join the rest of us! We achieved a great victory against the vermin that infest this land, this is not a time for grumbling, but of celebration and bonding!" Eina raises her mug for a toast as she smiles at the elves, waiting for them to follow suit.
Eina's hands crackle with blue-white sparks as she nods and begins to reach out for the closest of the eggs.
Eina nods and makes sure any wounded are close to her as she offers a prayer to the storms that roiled endlessly over her home. She breathed easier as her own wounds were healed and smiled at Pinto. "No, I fear I shall not grow any taller, but..." as her voice trails off, her smile fades and her eyes focus on something far away that only she could see. "I have only known a few that could do what I did. They were the Wind Dancers. I just wish I had better control. Maybe that green-skinned fiend would be smouldering as a pile of ashes instead of running free." As she mentions the Gremlin, her jaw clenches and hatred sparks in her eyes.
Despite the futility, Eina sends several bolts of lightning down the passage after the gremlin. Frustrated that it had gotten away, it takes a good minute for her to calm down. "Does anyone's wounds still need mending," she asks, her voice calm and controlled, but the sparks that occasionally race down her hair give lie to that fantasy.
Eina marches up the ramp towards the gremlin, lightning gathers in her hands once more and she looses a blast at the little, green monster.
"Hello there! Remember me?" Eina's voice starts off cheerful and sweet, but when she asks her question, her voice is a growl of anger.
Eina growls and Moves around Erodin and the rats to get at the shaman. Her eyes glowed as she channeled the power of the storms of her homeland and flung it at the wretch.
Yeah, and thanks for treating the blast like an AoE attack. The rules state that it doesn't get the extra damage, but it still does full damage to the swarm, but hey, Rule Zero.
Eina slaps the rats away and snarls as lightning courses down her arms. With a crack, she sends it at the swarm after she'd moved from them.
Eina scrambles out of the mass of biting and clawing rats, and feels her stomach lurch and heave as the smell and greasy feeling on her skin hits her. "'Ware the rats," she gasps as she fights to keep her supper where it was.
Eina moves down the ramp to better see the closest of the grumpkins. Her steps crackled with blue-white sparks and her eyes glowed with raw power. She begins to move as if she is dancing, and with a crescendo, sends another crack through the cavern as she continues to rain a storm's wrath on these hated foes.
Irritated at her sloppy marksmanship, Eina snarls. And something strange happens. Thunder rumbles, like a gathering storm, sparks of blue-white dance and gather in Eina's hand as her eyes glow. She looks to one of the grumpkins, the one closest to her on the ramp that Captain Smuckers had taken, and sneers at it as she almost dismissively waves at it. A bolt of lightning leaps from her hand, streaking towards the disgusting creature...
...striking it with a crack of thunder that threatens to pop its eardrums. she shouts turning her eyes back to the shaman,
Eina Sneers at the shaman and draws her bow. A storm begged to be unleashed, but she was not so foolish as to rush into so many knives without some protection beyond her clothing.
Unfortunately the arrow goes sailing across the cavern. "Mangy beast! I'll have your head," she shouts over the growing din.
Yeah, I found out more today. The guy who did this had to have been planning this for sometime from what I've heard. What makes people do that? I just don't understand it.
Oh man. Glad you guys are okay. I am sorry to hear about brother-in-law's friend, though. That can't be easy.
Eina stands at the top of the platform and twirls her staff as it glows and crackles like lightning. She slams the end of it to the floor before her with a resounding boom of thunder. she calls out, her voice ringing out through the cavern and instilling everyone with courage and strength.
"I would have thought that those with a talent for skulking about would have made better scouts than you and I," Eina says to Carith with a wry smile as Taecuss and Brandt go scurrying off.
"Well then, what are we waiting for? If they are performing some foul rite on this beast of stone, then let us gather our strength and end it," Eina says before looking around. "Uh? Where would we find the Hellbane warriors?"
"Nooo! Don't smash them! What will we use for trophies," Eina asks, a wheedling note in her voice.
Eina walks over to where Erodin is standing with a curious expression. "What's going on," she asks.
"Thank you Brandt. I will gladly stand with you," Eina says before seeing the others doing... something. "Well, if it is a fight they seek, then a storm they shall find," Eina says, some of her usual bravado peeking through and... were those sparks in her hair?
Eina cries for several minutes. Slowly, as the sobs fade into watery coughs and hiccups, she picks her head up off Brandt's shoulder and wipes away the tears. "I am sorry for being so weak. Thank you for understanding. The outlanders, er, sorry, the people not from the tribes, they never understood why I was so angry and why I had such a hatred for the craven bastards. They always said, 'a pretty little thing like you shouldn't fight! Find a good husband and settle down. Raise a family.' They never understood." She gives a snort of wry laughter and waved a hand dismissively in the air. "And now I sound like some of their older children! What a sight I must make right now."
Thanks for mentioning that. Makes much for sense for Eina than a straight Kineticist. :) Updated Sheet: Eina Female human (Kellid) aerokineticist 1/oracle 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 10, 91) NG Medium humanoid (human) Init +2; Senses Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +2 Dex) hp 12 (2d8) Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor) Melee dagger +0 (1d4/19-20) or . . quarterstaff +0 (1d6) or . . spear +0 (1d8/×3) or . . unarmed strike +0 (1d3 nonlethal) Ranged longbow +2 (1d8/×3) or . . sling +2 (1d4) Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 13, 1d6), kinetic blast Oracle Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st (4/day)—bless, cure light wounds, protection from evil . . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), light, mage hand, mending . . Mystery Life Kineticist Wild Talents Known . . Defense—enveloping winds . . Infusions—thundering infusion (DC 13) . . Blasts—electric blast (1d6+1 electricity) . . Utility—basic aerokinesis -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 10, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12 Feats Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot Traits talented, uskwood hunter (nidal) Skills Acrobatics -1 (-5 to jump), Craft (bows) +5, Craft (sculpture) +5, Craft (woodworking) +5, Handle Animal +7, Knowledge (local) +2, Knowledge (nature) +5, Knowledge (religion) +5, Lore (Tribe of the Storm Raven) +5, Perception +5, Perform (dance) +7, Perform (percussion instruments) +7, Perform (sing) +8, Perform (wind instruments) +7, Profession (cook) +5, Stealth +5, Survival +5 Languages Common, Hallit, Sylvan SQ burn (1 point/round, max 3), gather power, mental prowess, mind over matter, oracle's curse (haunted), revelation (channel) Combat Gear cold iron arrows (10), silver arrows (10); Other Gear leather armor, arrows (30), dagger, longbow, quarterstaff, sling, sling bullets (10), spear, belt pouch, flint and steel, spell component pouch, wooden holy symbol of Hawk, yak, backpack, bedroll, bird feed (per day), bowyer tools, candle, cold weather outfit, Cutting board, wooden (2 lb), explorer's outfit, feed (per day), hemp rope (50 ft.), Knife, cutting (0.5 lb), Ladle (0.5 lb), mess kit, pack saddle, pot, sculpting tools, Seasonings, local (0.5 lb), Skewer (1 lb), skillet, soap, Tinder packet (0.5 lb), torch, trail rations, Tripod, iron (3 lb), waterskin, winter blanket, 69 gp, 2 sp, 15 cp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Burn 1/round (2 nonlethal/burn, 3/day) Burn HP to gain greater effects on your wild talents. Electric Blast (Sp) Level 0; Burn 0 Gather Power (Su) Move: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 1 or Full-round: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 2 Haunted Retrieving stored gear is a Standard action or worse, dropped items land 10' away. Kinetic Blast (Sp) The kineticist can unleash her kinetic blast at a range of 30 feet at will. Mental Prowess (Su) You can't accept burn unless you can reduce the burn to zero. Mind Over Matter (Ex) Use Charisma in place of Constitution for wild talents. Oracle Channel Positive Energy 1d6 (4/day, DC 13) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect. Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet. Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee. Thundering Infusion (DC 13) Blast deafens its targets
Updated Character Sheet:
Eina Female human (Kellid) aerokineticist 1/oracle 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 42, Pathfinder RPG Occult Adventures 10) NG Medium humanoid (human) Init +2; Senses Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+2 armor, +2 Dex) hp 12 (2d8) Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor) Melee dagger +0 (1d4/19-20) or . . quarterstaff +0 (1d6) or . . spear +0 (1d8/×3) or . . unarmed strike +0 (1d3 nonlethal) Ranged longbow +2 (1d8/×3) or . . sling +2 (1d4) Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 13, 1d6), kinetic blast Oracle Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4) . . 1st (4/day)—bless, cure light wounds, protection from evil . . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), light, mage hand, mending . . Mystery Life Kineticist Wild Talents Known . . Defense—enveloping winds . . Infusions—thundering infusion (DC 10) . . Blasts—electric blast (1d6 electricity) . . Utility—basic aerokinesis -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 10, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 16 Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12 Feats Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot Traits talented, uskwood hunter (nidal) Skills Acrobatics -1 (-5 to jump), Craft (bows) +5, Craft (sculpture) +5, Craft (woodworking) +5, Handle Animal +7, Knowledge (local) +2, Knowledge (nature) +5, Knowledge (religion) +5, Lore (Tribe of the Storm Raven) +5, Perception +5, Perform (dance) +7, Perform (percussion instruments) +7, Perform (sing) +8, Perform (wind instruments) +7, Profession (cook) +5, Stealth +5, Survival +5 Languages Common, Hallit, Sylvan SQ burn (1 point/round, max 3), gather power, oracle's curse (haunted), revelation (channel) Combat Gear cold iron arrows (10), silver arrows (10); Other Gear leather armor, arrows (30), dagger, longbow, quarterstaff, sling, sling bullets (10), spear, belt pouch, flint and steel, spell component pouch, wooden holy symbol of Hawk, yak, backpack, bedroll, bird feed (per day), bowyer tools, candle, cold weather outfit, Cutting board, wooden (2 lb), explorer's outfit, feed (per day), hemp rope (50 ft.), Knife, cutting (0.5 lb), Ladle (0.5 lb), mess kit, pack saddle, pot, sculpting tools, Seasonings, local (0.5 lb), Skewer (1 lb), skillet, soap, Tinder packet (0.5 lb), torch, trail rations, Tripod, iron (3 lb), waterskin, winter blanket, 69 gp, 2 sp, 15 cp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Burn 1/round (2 nonlethal/burn, 3/day) Burn HP to gain greater effects on your wild talents. Electric Blast (Sp) Level 0; Burn 0 Gather Power (Su) Move: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 1 or Full-round: reduce the burn cost of a blast by 2 Haunted Retrieving stored gear is a Standard action or worse, dropped items land 10' away. Kinetic Blast (Sp) The kineticist can unleash her kinetic blast at a range of 30 feet at will. Oracle Channel Positive Energy 1d6 (4/day, DC 13) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect. Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet. Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee. Thundering Infusion (DC 10) Blast deafens its targets The big thing is that she's now a Kineticist with an electric blast. Oh and she can make things loud. :) Other than that, just picked up some skills I didn't get the first time and added a rank of stealth.
"Perhaps, but it would not be in our home. No longer would we dance with the ravens and the winds of the storms that shrouded the peaks of the Stormclaws. I watched and listened as my tribe died. When that day dawned, we numbered in the hundreds, and when the next dawn came, there were only thirteen, and I was the only one not in chains. Goblins and hobgoblins and bugbears came in the night and slaughtered my kin like cattle. There was no challenge. There was no honor. There was only the killing and the screaming and the blood," Eina replies, her voice raw with grief, but as she rests her head against Brandt's shoulder, he can hear the chained and terrible rage in her voice. "The craven bastards took my family, and I will hate them for it, and I will kill them for it." For a long moment, Eina sits there, leaning against Brandt, but before long, she reaches up and clings to him as she softly sobs into his shoulder. "It has been three seasons, but it still hurts. I still miss them so much it hurts."
"It has. When I say I am a lorekeeper of the Storm Ravens. I should say I am the lorekeeper. Not that it matters. When I die, so will the last of the Storm Ravens," Eina says quietly, not looking up from the talisman. On it, Brandt can see the ghosts of older blood stains marring the finish of the stylized wooden raven.
>:( I'll be taking 4 then. I'll have Eina updated tomorrow.
Before, Eina had always been quick to smile and speak, telling stories and jokes. Not now. When Erodin apologizes, she looks at him sadly. "The fault was not yours, but your blade nearly sent me to the rest of my kin," she tells him. "I would be wary when next we meet that one." She finishes what Carith had started after thanking the priest.
Eina sits away from the others, looking at a bloodstained talisman that had been cut from her clothing by Erodin's attack. Her eyes are dark and the way she mutters to herself, it's like she's somewhere else and not in the keep.
Unable to keep track of the craven coward, Eina pulls out her bow and one of the new cold iron arrows. She takes aim and looses the arrow at the disgusting fey goblin.
Eina hisses in pain as one of the javelins opens up a gash on her arm. The attack had taken her by surprise, but not nearly as much as Erodin turning on her and clamping down on her neck. She drops like a puppet with its strings cut and bleeds out onto the ground. Carith's timely aid saves her. Her eyes open, no longer blue, but dark and ominous like the bottom of a thunderhead. She rises to her feet and glares at the green-skinned, devil-faced goblin. "Kill them. Fear nothing and kill them," she growls as the sounds of distant thunder roll over everyone within fifty feet, feeling her allies with strength and courage, and her foes with dread. Sparks of lightning dance along the limbs and weapons of everyone facing the menaces.
I think we were more worried about getting out ot the rain, but I think we're going to go investigate that area anyway. |
