Fialka's page

Cheers all! Was a good time, sorry I was abit useless by the end there, this is why I usually play fighters!

Breathing a sigh of relief as the false priest finally falls to their colleague's blades, Fialka forces her will upon her darker self and takes control again, smoothing over her dress where it had been crumpled. Stepping out of the way to let the Aasimar in, Fialka fills in what she knows about the Vermlek demon, though she only knew it's name.

"Well that was a ghastly experience. No matter now we can work on clearing this place." she says with relief.

Spending sometime in the Temple from then on, Fialka does her best to weed out the Sifkesh practices from the Korada practices and find a way to destroy the Haunt in the kitchen. With the unedited books she works with the librarian to restore Korada's faith to the temple of Empyreal Enlightenment.

"Our apologies for the intrusion your eminence." Fialka begins as they enter the priest's chamber, momentarily faltering as she spies the double-headed arrows workd into Korada's holy spiral. It would seem their fears had been confirmed, that Dakang was more than an unwitting dupe, but she should not jump to conclusions.

"We are but humble travellers that had heard of this grand temple and wished to study it." she recompses herself and continues. "As we investigate we begged to speak with your holiness and hear the words of Korada. Please, the worshippers say you have been here a long time, you have been blessed by the Empyreal?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Stepping through the curtains to follow their comrades, Fialka gives the sisters a sweet smile. "I have found many mention to the Lord of Heresy here and hope that the good people are not corrupted by its Influence. Korada is a noble cause and I would gladly help you weed out the poor practices." she offers softly, keeping her tone warm. "The first thing I would stop is the prayer during meditation. It offers the speaker's soul to Sifkesh."

Joining her allies and hanging near the back she waits patiently for them to be ready.

With no weapons to speak of, Fialka bows to the sister and waits patiently for her allies to bless their weapons, impressed that such a fountain had survived the corrupting influence of Sifkesh all these years. Taking the time to draw forth a slim ivory wand, the Psychic taps herself and coats herself in a layer of protective force.

With a last look around the prayer room she nods.

"Ready."

Concentration to return, DC12: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

As the demon bleeds and falls, Fialka freezes and starts to twitch as if going through an internal struggle. Her skin begins to fade back to it's normal hue but suddenly reverts back to it's grey tone. Growling like a beast, the struggle begins again.

Concentration to return, DC12: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

A few heartbeats later, The normal Fialka regains control, her hair changing back to brown and her skin flawless alabaster. Witha blink her eyes go to their normal mis-matched colour aswell.

"Hmm, yes." She says non-chalantly. "We should question this Dakang, clearly a servant of Sifkesh."

That's fine, I don't do much against undead anyway!

Sat upon the well, Fialka looks up from her drawing to see the carnage beyond, a pile of bones and rusted armour. "Hold there!" she commands as inspiration strikes, scribbling furiously as she takes down a rough sketch of the aftermath fot a later painting.

"Perfect, now, let us get to rubbing eh?" she smirks walking into the crypt.

Sitting on the edge of one of the fountains in the newly cleared yard, Fialka continues her sketches as the sorceror begins to pound on the wooden boards.

"Yes, I suppose we should move on then our tasks are done here."

"But if we attack him and the reaidents here join in? We may not be able to persuade them we are their saviours rather than warmongers." Fialka replies to the peeved Gnome, empathising with his thoughts but trying to see the grand picture. "Besides, why get any more filthythan we already are?" her nose wrinkles at the smell of them after labouring.

Following Pa Us casually, she pulls out out her sketch book and starts to make rough sketches of the garden and surrounding rooms, to add to her soon to be masterpiece. Though her eyes narrow at the boards. "Why is the tomb boarded?" she asks no-one in particular.

Fialka's eyes widen as the usually temperate Gnome swings for Gastdiem, madvelling hoe this place had got him aince witnessing the dead halfling. Glad Pa Us and Vagantem step forward ao she doesn't have to get her hands dirty, Fialka turns her glare to Gastdiem.

"Yes, I suggest you do leave and sharpish. Whilst they preach Peace and forgiveness, you have maimed them with your tricks which would puah anyone to the edge." she declares icily.

Turning her back to him, she turns to her companions. "So we have two tasks left do we not?" she begins, her icy tone melting surprisingly swiftly. "Finish this garden so we can map it and the tomb?"

Fialka raises her eyebrows at the strange little gnome's revelations and sadistic pleasures. It would seem that he also had a powerful addiction to Flayleaf which clearly messed with his sensibilities. She had no say in other people's business though and didn't feel like getting too involved.

"Well, there is no Law here to hand him over too. Just morality and that is never reliable." Fialka shrugs, "At the end of the day, we have our mission here and it is not him. Dealing with Dakang might be the greater good though."

Fialka blinks in amazement, she had expecteded to have Gastdiem reveal half-truths or rumour, but not to come straight out with it. Though, this made it much easier to act. "Yes, are the Bodyguard or any of the faithful dupes in this, or secret worshippers trying to draw more people in?" she asks after the amazement had worn off.

Religion take 10: 10 + 8 = 18

Thinking over their clues here, Fialka sighs softly, covering it from the stress of hard labour. As Gastdiem goes to complete his 'ritual', the Psychic's eyes narrow in suspicion, wondering if he were to turn on them. When nothing occurs, she smiles brightly and claps softly in appreciation of the man's 'bravery'.

"Ahh, a pure mind indeed. So, what goes on here in the Temple? We have seen Dakang from a distance but know very little. Could you tell us a bit more about him, please?" she asks sweetly, her mis-matched eyes shining.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Balking at the idea of ruining her delicate fingers with gardening work, Fialka takes to pruning some of the finer trees to curb their wildness rather than the backbreaking work of ripping up the ground. Pausing often to take a drink from their waterskins provided by the society or to sketch part of an interesting sculpture brought to light by their work.

"Fascinating work! Has this garden any special meaning to Korada?" she asks good-naturedly, hiding a shudder at the mention of the ritual. "So, how does the Kiss work? Is it a meditative practice?"

planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Incase there has been any alterations made

Flicking through the book, Fialka smiles at Seidr and chuckles softly. "I am sure it is just fine my dear, these are usually bound to the god of perfection." she replies as they read. Once done, she nods to Tellerin's suggestion. "Fine by me, Though I am not sure if completing the mission before we are under suspicion might be the best. I agree the man seems rather unlikeable and most likely a heretic Demon worshipper, but we do have our task."

Having finished their work, Fialka spends the time to read from the manual to steel her mind against any further attempts to sway or control them, advising her allies to do the same should they wish. "It seems prudent to use the resources to hand to defeat this place." she explains calmly.

Shrugging elegantly at Pa Us' suggestion, Fialka smiles. "That way is as fine as any, we still have a few places to examine for the Master of spells." With a sway of her hips, the psychic begins to follow the monk from the library.

Having begun her search in earnest with the catalogue's help, Fialka's smile widens as she helps locate hidden gems amongst the deteriorating scrolls and works. Frowning at the passages found by her colleagues, the Psychic thinks on the hidden meaning behind the words.

Planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Hmm, these books have been subtly altered... Symbols of 'Celestial Silence and contenplation' isn't a Korada teaching at all. How odd." Fialka muses as she also attempts to detect the cause of the magical scroll and book. Sitting down, Fialka begins to aift through more of the tomes found here and starts to scribble notes on the subject.

"More alterations here too." she sighs after a while. "None of these places are to be found in Nirvana. They are instead with the Abyss, under the realm of Dagon, the Demon Lord. Vantian, city of Open the windows is the domain of Sifkesh and is said to be full of false temples to all sorts of gods. I am certain this place is not as it seems and there is some aubtle heresy afoot."

] perception, aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Stepping into the library, Fialka smiles politely at the acolyte and moves to the closest shelves, her eyes running over the cracked spines of the books here to try and get a better understanding of the rooms contents. For the age of the building, Fialka is unsurprised at the poor condition but it saddens her none the less.

Fialka realises that her conclusion hadn't been reached by all. "The Mantra. It is pledging the speaker's soul to Sifkesh. It is not a meditative technique but a prayer. I do believe the simple worshippers here are sincere in their belief of Korada." Fialka takes the time to explain in hushed tones as they move on. "Though it seems we will need to find more evidence"

religion on Sifkesh?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

" Sifkesh is a demon Lord as I recall. Heresy and suicide are their particular areas of interest." Fialka says after thinking it over again. "That would explain the poor Halfling and maybe there is something deeper here? Maybe this Gastdiem could enlighten us more?"

Following demurely, Fialka strokes down her dress and keeps makig sketches of the beautiful temple. Despite the evil afoot here, she was still interested in their mission.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Fialka looks at the meditation inscriptions with interest and takes out her sketch book and takes some basic drawings of the poses, preparing to paint them later. Meanwhile, she listens to the kindly gent as he explains the meditation technique and the mantra. On edge from what the had seen already, she ponders the meaning of the mantra and stops her allies repeating it should they try.

"Excuse me sir, what does the mantra mean to you? On a personal level?" she asks sweetly.

Later, Fialka will explain what she has found out, info given as in the spoiler

planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Sigh, this dicebot has screwed me all day today

Following the Korada cultist and listening intently to her explanations about Korada, Fialka couldn't help but think about what they had seen so far and how the woman's idealisations of the God of Mercy seemed at odds with the temple. Nevertheless, the academian smiles politely during the ceremony, dearly wishing she had been given more time to research the Empyreal lord before they left on this strange assignment to an even stranger place.

As the rituals are conducted, Fialka takes a step back and smiles politely. "I thankyou for your kind geture, but I am not a devotee and am merely an observer here, i do not wish to interrupt your ceremony." she explains softly.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"Hmm interesting, natives to the Tapestry? Is Dakang the current holy man here at the temple? I am a student of religion and history and I am fascinated by the temple you keep." Fialka replies after introductions and a warm smile to the two young boys. "I know Korada is the Empyreal Lord of Forgiveness, but little else I am afraid. Please can you enlighten me at all?"

Turning towards Tellerin, Fialka smiles as the enigmatic little gnome seems to have regained their sense of self of preservation. Thinking over it carefully whilst the others discuss Fialka nods in agreement before voicing her own opinion on the awful mess here.

"I agree we should press on and inform the monks. It may be best to inform the lady we first met as she seemed to have some control over the others, perhaps she is the community leader amongst the worshippers with the Priest locked in his sanctum?" The student ponders.

Smiling at Seidr Fialka shrugs elegantly. "Suppressing the Haunt may be of use as the monk's could remove their friend's body without risk.of more people succumbing to the accursed spell."

Now we are out of danger i will take 10

Breathing a sigh of relief as Tellerin stands still and is dragged to safety Fialka frowns deeply as the facts start to sink in. Her mismatched eyes light up in comprehension and she frowns deeper still. "It appears powerful negative emotions have manifestrd here in the kitchen to create a haunt. Specifically this one seems to instill the need to commit suicide in its victims." she says after the thought then turns to the hanging halfling. "If the victim cannot fight off the haunt then they are forced to commit the act and will see it through despite...difficulties. We can use the positive energy created by prayer and cleric magica to disrupt the haunt and each will have a way to destroy it permenantly but it will take research."

Not sure, but at the end of last year he was talking about it and encouraging me to go so i hope so!

Yeah, i am from the UK but we were planning on a holiday and Shifty was raving about paizocon OZ so we decided to mix the two!

Fialka would have partaken in the food so fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Being too polite to bring up the awful taste of the Worshipper's bounty, Fialka smiles through the meal and engages in idle chatter to avoid eating any more, knowing they have their own supplies. Bowing to the room in thanks, she follows the others and stays in quiet contemplation as theories are discussed and fretted over. Sure this place seems odd at first but perhaps there is a good reason behind this.

As they enter the kitchen, Fialka starts at the poor dangling halfling and then opens gasps as their companion takes on a suicidal glint. Quickly, she acts to restrict his movements as he allies try to disarm him. Unlike many spellcasters, no sounds leave her lips.

Cast Daze on Tellerin, will dc 16

"I wonder of there is ill effect here?"

Any knowledge check to work out what is going on? I have a few at + 8 in my sheet

Knowledge: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Sorry for my absence guys, i have been unwell and work has been crazy.

I am in New Zealand and aim to catch up as I have time but will also be in Paizo con OZ from Thursday/ Friday. Hope to see you there Aerondor!

Smiling broadly to the woman, Fialka takes advantage of her mental discipline to try and pierce any auras without raising the same suspicions as her companions. Her eyes momentarily flash as magical auras are revealed and she studiea for a moment, as if in deep thought or Prayer. When her eyes open again, the Student of the Arcanarium ponders the make up of the magic.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"You have surely been blessed with such an artrfact. I apogise for all the questions, but the food here is for around two dozen people, are there so many here? It is just we have our own food if we are extra." Fialka smiles sweetly and sits down anyway, partaking of some nuts and berries if told there is plenty to go round.

Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Interesting use of Dancing Lights. Is it for visitors or for telling the passage of time in this strange place? I am sure further study will give us answers." Fialka says as she sketches the intricate spiral and mote of light. Following the others, she is taken aback as they a greeted by an unexpected dweller but quickly recovers herself and smiles softly, her mis-matched eyes shining.

"Wonderful! Thankyou dear, Korada is indeed honoured through your compassion." Fialka replies, "We apologise for our intrusion and poor manners, we were lead to believe this place deserted on our pilgrimage. Us? There are several here? We would not want to intrude if it stretches your resources."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Glad to have so many subjects for her sketch, Fialka begins to draw the unruly warrior as the gnome impatiently stamps about. Sighing softly and putting her sketch book away, the strangely eyed Psychic smiles and follows the gnome.

"We have been given plenty of time to explore here, at it seems abandoned. We do not need to rush this task" she chides.

Strolling behind her allies, Fialka makes sure to acquire plenty of paper and charcoal from the crates so that she can take sketches of the wondrous surroundings in the tapestry. As the others examine the temple, Fialka takes a sketch of the symbol emblazoned on the door for later. Also taking note of the smooth architecture, the Psychic smiles softly at the beauty unfolding.

"It is good we have days, for it will take me some time to get the notes for this." Fialka breathes in amazement, "I could happily spend years on this masterpiece. Would any of you like to be in the sketch?"

Pa-Us, did you mean Sovereign Court? Your Symbol shows Silver Crusade. If it is a ruse, forgive me,n but just curious ^^

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Standing at the back of the group, a woman of exotic beauty; flawless porcelain skin and long flowing black hair neatly combed in order to frame her face. Her face holds no blemish but it is not hard to notice her eyes, for they are different colour; One is a bright sapphire blue, whilst the other is a deep emerald green, a fact she accents with a turquoise shade of lipstick. She wears flowing robes made of the finest Tien silk which hug her figure, but her demeanour and accent marks her out as a local to Absalom.

Staring wistfully at Aram Zey, Fialka hangs on to his every word. She truly admired the man and his teachings rounded off her dabblings whils growing up in the Arcanorium. Smiling broadly, Fialka gives a soft laugh at the Gnome's questions.

"Well isn't it a good job some of us here are scholars rather than warriors?" she says softly, beofre pondering what she knows. "Ahh, the Temple of Enlightenment. A gift from the council of Tianjing, a nature protected by the Empire of Lung Wa for its art and culture. The temple was due to be replaced when it was gifted to Hao Jin, so the council did not see it as a loss."

She frowns slightly, as she realises she knows little about the god it is dedicated too. "Korada is one of the Empryeal Lords, his time is devoted to discussion and contemplation. Foresight, Forgiveness and Peace are his mantle."

"Not only a fine tale, but a beautiful feature to accompany it, living forever in paint."

Sethran Here! My Hunter won't be ready so Playing Fialka. She has just hit level 2 so i will level her up shortly ^^

Player name Sethran
- Character name Fialka
- PFS # 34762 - 24
- Faction The Exchange
- Email

Craft, Paintings: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Awesome Ietsuna! Perfect pace and really fun as ever. Sorry Fialka was a bit useless there, all the psychic players here take magic missile and I wanted to try something different, silly mindless creatures!

Hope to see you around, hope you enjoyed it Alic!

Eyes wide as the Kobold closes in on her, Fialka breathes a sigh of relief as Zilona cuts down the monster, glad her bad luck caused it to miss her. Smiling at the sour woman, she bounces over to the fungi to inspect it before taking a few more sketches to add to ger art piece when this is all finished.

"Wonderful! This place is surely beautiful and you have all been fantastic! Say, would you mind if I painted you for a momento?" she asks.

Returning to the lodge she blushes furiously at Master Shaine's comments as she shows her work, mumbling about how crude the workis until it is to be finished.

Sorry my post got eaten last night! I had moved towards the river with everyone but can't move my token so I am going from being in the room rather down the tunnel

Startled by the draconian short creatures looking menacingly as Amethyst burns the pretty fungus with her controlled explosives. As adrenaline rushes, she feels the darkness inside take over again as she rushes towards the goblins. Turning to the one in the green sash she hisses malevolently and brings upon bad luck with a simple thought.

Dark half then ill omen on Green. Dc20 will save or roll twice and take the lowest

Leaving her quandary unanswered for now, but remembering to put the question to Master Shaine when they return, Fialka follows Alic through the cavern and into the next cave system. Hearing the rushing of the river she stands puzzled for a moment. "Fascinating! Who would expect such a thing exists here. I bet it looks truly beautiful." she says softly in awe.

Sure enough, as they round the corner Fialka's breath was taken away from her at the natural beauty of the blue fungi reflecting in the shallow water feature.

Smiling to Janira, Fialka follows Alic into the caverns and edges around the once mobile garden, unsure if it will have risen once more. Back in the main chamber, she waves to Uori and double checks her sketches to ensure they offer fair representation of the Gillman and the miniature city. She waits patiently for Alic to sweep the room.

"This cave system is rather huge isn't it? I wonder how it came to be. For surely it is noy all natural." she ponders aloud.

Eyes narrowing as Zilona leaps and spoils her plan, the Darkness inside Fialka rages as the psychic fights for control of her own psyche. control: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 with great effort, Fialka is able to regain her composure and seal her darkness away for now. Smiling sweetly she claps as Janira is away and the Minotaur falls to her allies continued onslaught.

"I am glad you are well, though tackling the beast is exactly what you chided us for thinking." she tells Janira. "We still have your wand should you need your wounds healing."

Sashaying away from the water she looks back at the cave. "I am happy to continue."

A pleasure Ietsuna! Really nice pacing, though i felt useless as everything was mindless! I am happy to continue, I would like to be done by Gamesday but that seems no issue at this rate ^^.

Taking a deep breath, Fialka turns to look at the Minotaur, glad Janira is moving away from it and towards them. Feeling her anger bubbling up inside her, the calm painter takes on a new air entirely, her hair turning white and her skin greying slightly. Her eyes glow and her voice becomes interlaced with something not quite of this world. She waits for the Minotaur to come closer before her eyes flash and the Minotaur is struck with bad luck!

Activate Dark Half- as swift then ready Ill Omen If the Minotaur came in range. Will DC 20

Following the archers out of the cave, Fialka frowns as the minotaur is so far from the group, With Janira foolishly trying to fight it off. Rushing towards the log, as her spells have no chance of reaching the bull-headed monster Fialka shouts towards Janira, hoping to get the Halfling's attention.

"This way! come towards us, we will slow the creature down!" She encourages, hoping the veteran will see the sense.

"The Garden is alive?!" Fialka exclaims as it tries to bash Zilona. Nothing about this place was going well for the Psychic at all. Grasping one of the vials of fire and moving forth, she waits to see if the living garden is not tangling with her friends before throwing.

Ready to throw an alchemist's fire if there is no risk of hitting an ally

Fire: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 for damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Shrugging as no magical auras reveal themselves, Fialka follows the group with an easy grace, mulling her own views of the subject at hand. "It would look poorly on our reports if Master Shaine's apprentice falls and we could have prevented it. We do wish to join the Society after all." She says thoughtfully as they traverse the tunnels.

Rushing after her companions, keeping her eyes darting to the ground to ensure she doesn't trip suddenly, Fialka stops as she spies the garden in the distance, confused by its placement here. Making sure to check it for any signs of illusion or other magical tempering, she thinks for a moment as her mis-matched eyes flash slightly, allowing her to check for magical auras present ahead of her.

Detect Magic, Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Waving at the longsword, Fialka indicates that she thinks that Alic should indeed take the enchanted blade to aid them in their journey. "Hmm, I am happy to take this hidden passage, but we should come back and check the rest of the cave to ensure nothing is missed hmm?" Brushing her robes off, the Psychic follows Kubbup and Alic into the dark tunnel, hoping to get out of the claustrophobic, filthy place as soon as possible, but not wishing to be remiss in her duties.

Smiling as the last creature burns, Fialka claps and smiles at Amethyst and her allies. "Well done all! That could have been challenging had we been rushed by them all." Bouncing into the room, the Painter gives a look around before examining the dead Dhamphir. Feeling sorry, she first reads his notes before frowning. "What a terrible man, it would seem he got his just rewards."

Thinking silently for a moment, Fialka's mis-matched eyes flash as she reads the magical auras int he room, before focusing her knowledge on them, in order to puzzle them out.

Spellcraft, DC 18: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Spellcraft, DC 20: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"The Longsword here holds some enchantment, the ring holds magic but I cannot tell you what it does."

Fialka spends her time Painting Uori a quick portrait, with the miniature city in the background. It only holds the basics for now but will soon be complete. She hopes her rendition of the 'Gillman And the Sacred City' will sell well and bring her popularity. Once everyone is ready, she moves on through the caves with the rest of her group and wrinkles her nose at the musty smell of decay, holding up a perfumed sleeve.

"Wh-what are they?" she stutters, eyes wide with shock. "I think their brains have rotted..."

Taking the flask of Holy Water from Janira's pack, Fialka throws it at the creature in remnant of purple cloth.

Holy water, touch. Combat: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6

Move to draw Holy water, standard to throw then 5' step. If green has moved up it will get splash if Purple is hit. 1 point of splash damage

Scatter (1 towards Fialka)[/dice: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"Fascinating! Sacred waters hmm. Hey. would you like a portrait drawing?" Fialka asks, making sure she is facing the Gillman as she speaks. "I could incorporate the miniature city here. Hey what is the model representing?"

If Uori accepts her proposal, Fialka takes her time to paint a portrait of him quickly. If not she will wander over to the city within the pool and begin to sketch it for an entry in the chronicle, planning to recreate it's likeness later.