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Fahada's sheet hasn't been changed yet, but serves as a baseline since I'm bringing her from another game. Appearance:
Fahada stands 5'9" and weighs 135 lbs. Her straight hair hangs to her waist, and like her eyes, most would call it black but when the sun shines on her it can be seen that both are a very deep indigo. Her smooth, flawless skin is the color of burnt sugar. She has a stunning smile that tends to put people at ease. Solku:
Fahada arrived in Solku with a caravan that hired her on as an acting guard. She has no particular ties to this place, nor to any other place for that matter since the loss of her lover. Plans:
She suppose she will rest here for a couple of days before finding another caravan looking for a guard, or perhaps she might find a local job, something at a tavern perhaps. Anything to keep her busy. Mechanics: Half-elf rouge with Sorcerer chosen as a second favored class. Chaotic Good. Strength 10
Traits Fencer: You trained with blades for long hours as a youth, either taking lessons in the genteel art of fencing from tutors paid for by your parents or by being taken under the wing of a disenfranchised fencer who may have turned to a life of crime. You gain a +1 trait bonus on attacks of opportunity made with daggers, swords, and similar bladed weapons. Ease of Faith: Your mentor, the person who invested your faith in you from an early age, took steps to ensure that you understood that what powers your divine magic is no different than that which powers the magic of other religions. This philosophy makes it easier for you to interact with others who may not share your views. You gain a +1 bonus on Diplomacy checks, and Diplomacy is always a class skill for you. Charming: Blessed with good looks, you've come to depend on the fact that others find you attractive. You gain a +1 trait bonus when you use Bluff or Diplomacy on a character that is (or could be) sexually attracted to you, and a +1 trait bonus to the save DC of any language-dependent spell you cast on such characters or creatures. Drawback Sentimental: You are sentimental, and your thoughts often stray to the past at inappropriate times. You take a —2 penalty on Perception checks to avoid being surprised and on Reflex saving throws to avoid traps or hazards.
In response to Fawziya, "Then is it possible, would you think, that he is not who he claims to be? Could he be a man of higher import, disguised as such with the Princess' support?"
In hushed tones she speaks to Ragznor, "I might simply be imagining things, but it seemed to me that something was wrong with the way the Princess responds to this man. I can't quite place what it is... perhaps it is just that she seems to fond of someone who should be so lowly to her... or that she listens to what he has to say far to easily... I'm just not sure. You say you saw him using magic. Is it possible he has some sort of hold over the Princess?"
Fahada deliberately walks slow, allowing Gravel and Dashiki to pass ahead of her. She gestures quietly to the first of her companions to make eye contact with her, beckoning them to her side so that she make speak quietly to them.
Flex Time with Almah:
Fahada feels as if there is something off between the interaction with Almah and Dashiki but cannot quite put her finger on it. She resolves to discuss the conversation, in private, with her companions. "As you wish, my lady." Fahada offers a brief curtsy before escorting Dashiki back to the others. She does not take her eyes from the man, and warns him, in no uncertain terms, that she will not hesitate to kill him if he tries anything foolish. Fahada returns to the group with Dashiki, "The Princess is unconvinced of his guilt, but as he is the best suspect, she has asked for us to continue on with Dashiki as he undertakes tracking and retrieving one of the pugwampis, to return to her at her command."
Fahada shrugs, "I wasn't there to witness the event, and neither were they, so who can honestly say. I know that my companion, Ragznor, has said that not only did she see this man use some sort of magic to... project an image of himself, but that he seemed content to stand by and watch the fires burn while the rest of the camp rushed around to do what they could to help." "One of the young men around here said that he thought it might have been an accident, as the two that survived the fire were seen heading behind the wagons with a lit lantern - which they dropped at least once - while groping one another. The two survivors though, seem to have no clue how the fire started and did do what they could to help, getting themselves badly burned in the process. Perhaps it was an accident?"
"The others think he might be responsible for the fire. Gravel said to bring him to you."
Fahada will volunteer to take the man back to the princess, her blade pressed firmly to his kidney area so as to discourage him from running.
Fahada draws a dagger and begins to clean her nails with the tip. It appears this is out of boredom, and not threat. "I suppose it's up to you, Gravel. You're the one who is controlling the coin. What would you have us do?"
"A 'man's' expertise, huh? Is that what you are? A man? A man who sounds like he has some issue with women? I'd watch my tongue if I were you, being surrounded by so many dangerous women and all." Fahada moves closer into the circle as she speaks and leans in closer to the man as she emphasizes the last part of her assertion with a devious smile.
Fahada stands aside watching the scene unfold, awaiting to hear what the man says for himself and what crimes the others might find him guilty of.
"Or it could have just been the fear of being set on fire again..." Fahada says somewhat cynically, but still with a smile on her face.
"Ah, the one who disappeared, I see. Are you quite sure?" "Well now, that's sounds down right un-gentlemenly." "Especially if he didn't even ask first!"
Fahada strolls slowly to where the others are gathering around the unconscious man. With a coy smile and a playful tone she says, "What, did he make the mistake of trying to touch you with his stick? Why have you knocked the man unconscious? What has he done?"
"OK, thank you Kallien. And you, too Trevvis. Rest here now, we'll get you set up some place more comfortable once the healers have done all they can for you. Here drink some more water, slowly now." Fahada tells Gravel what she's learned, if he did not stay close enough to hear it himself (once the dealing's with Deridia's captive are settled). "The boy I spoke too, he had been over here shortly before I spoke with him. He would have seen that Trevvis and Kallien still live, yet he refereed to Trevvis as if he were already dead..."
She eases off of questing Trevvis for a moment, and instead tries to get them both to take more sips of water. After a moment or two, she will ask if they saw anyone fleeing the area, or any other sign of how the fire might have started.
Fahada tries to keep the attention of the couple on her, assuring them that the small fire is nothing to worry about and the others will take care of it all. She again tries to get them to tell her what happened.
Fahada sits down next to the wounded couple, offering them both some cool water to drink before she begins,"You are Trevvis? And you Kallien? I understand that you are in quite a bit of pain, but if you could please tell me what you know of how the fire started it would be most helpful to us all. A young boy has said to me that he saw the two of you near the back of the wagon shortly before the fire started. I thought perhaps you would know something more?"
"Then we should ask them what they know of how the fire started."
"A woman named Kallien. She was said to have wandered off with Trevvis shortly before the fire."
Fahada looks around a moment before continuing, "Then again, the boy also said that Utarchus will take over for Trevvis now that Trevvis is dead, and that Utarchus has not only vied for this position but also for the woman that was with Trevvis."
Fahada tells Gravel, "A boy said that he saw a man and a woman go back behind the wagons, two lovers, with a lit lantern. He said they dropped the lantern at least once while they were kissing and fondling one another. It would seem, in conclusion with what D'witt has said, that the fire was started by accident. It looks like they even tried to help put the fire out. Of course I dare not say that this is precisely what has happened, but it does appear to be so."
"I think it might have been a simple accident."
Fahada watches the boy run off before returning to the others. She asks Gravel, "So what will happen if it's determined that this was an accident? And who is Utarchus, can you show him to me?"
The Boy: "Who is Utarchus? Who is this man to have such power over you, and why should I care to tell him anything?" After a moment she sits down next to the boy and quietly rubs his back while he sobs. "Tell me about it, what has happened?"
When Ragznor tells Fahada what she has seen, Fahada suggests that she describe the apparition to the bossy lady.
Fahada does what she can to soothe anyone else who was upset or injured in the fiasco. If she finds someone in need of healing, she seeks out one of her companions who are able to do so.
Fahada will continue with putting out the fire until the task is completed. She pauses only long enough to shake her head as she sees her two companions enter the flaming wagon.
Fahada continues to extinguish the fire with the earth.
Fahada is gathering dirt and sand to suffocate the fire with.
Flex Time:
Fahada tilts her head back and laughs, a sound like music, "It sounds wonderfully delicious, D'witt. I look forward to your cooking." Fahada follows D'witt and Turok down the hill and into the encampment. Assuming water is scarce, she is gathering up pails of dirt (or sand if that be the case) and using them to suffocate the flames as much as possible.
"Ragznor makes a good point about outsider food. What exactly is it you intend to cook?"
"Perhaps you are right. Either way, we'll all know soon enough."
Fahada gives D'witt a quick wink and a smile when he complains of her unfairness towards men. "Fret not, just think of all the things we women keep from men!"
As soon as she is spoken too, it is as if Fahada undergoes a complete transformation. She looks vibrant once again and a sincere smile spreads across her face. She turns her head to look at Deridia a moment before answering, "When is a man ever not keeping something from a woman?" The jest is clear in her voice, but after a moment she continues on more seriously. "I'm certain that he is, but the better question is what and why."
Fahada moves along slowly in her place within the caravan. As the sun sinks below the horizon, her indigo hair and eyes begin to look more and more black than anything else. Her elven heritage is apparent in the strange coloration, as well as the pointedness of her ears. Her skin, the color of burnt sugar, seems to glow in the fading sunlight. For all her beauty, though, she still exudes an intense sadness in moments like these when things are quiet and she is left to her own thoughts.
*shrugs* I feel plenty connected to my character, but I guess it would help me get a feel for where we are at.
OK, I was just afraid that I would forget otherwise! I'll change it though and place it under statistics.
May I introduce Fahada Salib, please review her sheet and feel free to make comments, ask questions and by all means point out any errors I may have made. |