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Iraldia goes down swinging. The metal of the skeletons' swords cleave through her light armor and blood mists from the fresh wounds. She doesn't notice at first because of her rage, but then suddenly the rage is gone. In her vision, she flashes back to that night at her village. But it is not through her eyes. Human soldiers surround and their blades bite and cut. She finds herself falling. The last thing she sees is a little vixen hiding under a collapsed porch. Ira reaches out to her past self: "Stay...you'll be safe..."

The darkness wraps itself around the kitsune and she sees no more...

welp, I believe that's enough damage to kill me outright. Its been fun all.

Ira cries out in anger as the undead swarm over her fallen companion. Time seems to still for the vixen. The sound of her heart beat rising to her ears overwhelmed the sounds of battle. Her bow fell and she drew the shortsword from her belt. Her canine like legs kicked off and launched Ira into the air in an attempt to clear her allies and land amidst the fray...

Acrob: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

She lands with a slight stumble, her wounds causing a little uncoordination. She let out a roar of anger as she struck at the skeleton hovering over Gommie.
Atk: 1d20 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 2 + (5) = 14 mythic Surge...I hate Paizo's dice

Ira laughed as she was swept up into Toyer's dance. She found him strange and a little off, but his was a harmless chaos and she needed to let go.

Ira moves about, helping the camp folk prepare dinner. She chats up the scouts as they return, sharing a kinship. She stopped by to watch Octavian's mastery at work. She admitted she was totally enthralled by his skills, "That is amazing work, good sir." Her little bow suddenly felt very inadequate.

the vixen stopped to listen to Toyer's performance. She gave a little clap as he ended up next to her, "That was quite deft! How do you accomplish such tricks?"

Ira nodded to Pazeek in thanks. She cast her own spell upon Gommie, speaking words of protection in Sylvan. The air shimmered around Gommie as a invisible shield settled around him. The kitsune knelt down, readying an arrow. Whatever was out there was waiting for them to make the move. She wanted to be ready for it...

Readied action to attack the first hostile

Ira takes the opposite flank, peeling out to the east of the group, bow in hand.

Stlth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Perc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

During the battle...
Ira made to avoid the golem's attacks once more, but much to her surprise, its swings got faster. This threw off her timing and the first blow connected hard. The kitsune found the world spinning as she spun to the side only to collide with the golem's second blow. The third sent her sprawling. There were definitely broken bones and internal bleeding. She swayed on her feet, watching as the golem's fist rose to drop the final blow... It was then that a healing wind engulfed her. The gnome's powerful magic coursed through her body and healed most of the major damage. The blow was still coming and she braced until she saw the big green foot smash into the golem's head. It toppled end over and end and she watched it soar over the side. She collapsed to her knees, taking a few relieved breaths...

Ira heard the muffled cry and turned to see the poor crushed body that was Sharpbeak. A chill of sorrow shot through her as she saw Pazeek standing over his fallen companion. Tears welled in her eyes and she shuffled forward. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder though said nothing because she knew there was nothing she could say. After a moment of silence for the lost soul, the kitsune carefully reached out and reverently plucked a few of the feathers. She placed several into Pazeek's hands as a memorial token. One of the larger feathers was braided into her hair in remembrance. In one paw she held out several smaller feathers that she carried to the bridge side. Holding it out, she offered it up to the wind to carry away.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

The air around Ira became like water, making it hard to move through as the golem's aura slowed time around it. This caught her off-guard for the first blow, which bruised a rib or two. She managed to vault over the second blow, however, just as a massive metal sword the size of a building came down on her attacker. She stepped aside, allowing the crazed Tiefling to crush the golem wantonly. The ringing in her ears still prevented her from calling on her own magic so she continued to defend herself from the golem's attacks.

In the time it took Ira to express dismay at her failed attack and the blink of an eye, the golem appeared before her, towering over the surprised vixen. She instinctively took a defensive stance, watching those powerful arms for their next swing.
Full Defense +4 AC
In her moment of panic, a trembling force emanated from her being and shot around the golem. The invisible energy followed the strong bond with Ira's companion and wove itself into Gommie's being...
Swift Action; 1 use of mythic power; Activate Bestial Fury (allows companion animal an immediate action to move up to its speed and make an attack with a natural weapon that bypasses damage reduction

Before combat...

Ira stops mid bridge as the arcane symbols flash to life. A chill runs through her as the portals open. They spark a memory long lost in the back of her mind of a kitsune...older...related? He spoke of portals...something coming through

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The kitsune was forced out of her reverie when the ear-piercing sound assaulted her ears. She let out a howl of pain and threw her hands up to cover her sensitive ears. Her paws came away with a little blood. She drew her bow and turned to the golem who had emerged from the portal behind them.

"Sic 'em Gommie! She shouted. Ira called upon the wild aspects of nature and her fur shifted to a feint tiger's pattern. Tiger Aspect

She draws back her bow and looses an arrow at the golem.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Ira chuckles as Gommie leaps off happily. She turns back to Pazeek and accepts a few more, "That was awfully sweet of you. Thanks." She settled down next to the Tengu and strips the animals for cooking. The fox glanced at the ravine and back to Pazeek. A smile crept onto her face, "For a bird, you're rather afraid of heights."

Iraldia kept her distance from the paladin, her distrust a hard barrier between them. She collected a sturdy bow and some arrows. It seems she had missed some of the conversation, but was following along. She would be prepared, following the natural born leaders in the group.

"I think I came in late. What are we looking for? The key to a hunt is focusing on your prey. We need to set our sights on something and work for the kill." She runs her paw over the arrow shaft she was examining.

Ira falters as the tengu addresses her. Her snarl eases from her lips, but the bow remains drawn,

She glances at the human, "Words are cheap, human. Until you prove otherwise, you are a threat."

Ira climbs to her feet at the sound of the commotion and goes to investigate. She snatches an unattended bow and quiver, slinging over her shoulder as she does. She stops short, staring at the human over the tengu's shoulder. She grows and draws an arrow, putting her aim on the human's torso. Her human form melts away to her snarling fox muzzle.

Iraldia had found herself in a haze after the battle with the treant. The groups new found power and the chaos that followed triggered a deeply set traumatic stress within the vixen. She had wondered away into the woods, her loyal pet in tow, as Ira battled her inner demons. The forest had sheltered her for a time and she continued to exist.

After a time indeterminate to her, she found herself at the edge of the camp. She kept to the shadows, not intentionally but by force of habit, watching the camp inhabitants preparing dinner. Deep in her mind, she knew some of them though she couldn't quite recall. It was like a word that lingered on her tongue but her mind couldn't quite process. She settled down at the base of a tree and watched, absentmindedly stroking Gommie.

Hello again all! Returned from deployment and stuff.

Hey everyone, sorry for my absence. I'm in the final stages of leaving my deployment and my computer is inoperable right now. I'll be home soon and ill be able to post regularly again. Thanks for your patience.

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Iraldia eyed the fallen treant, "Well...I could use a new bow as mine has reverted to pre-tree form."
The fox steps up next to Midio as he conjures his tools, --Do you have the skill to harvest the material?-- She was getting more comfortable with this telepathy thing.

Happy Holidays everyone :)

Perc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Iraldia moved into a crotch in the tall grass. Movement had caught her eye but she hadn't seen what it was. She drew her shortsword and held it at the ready, trying to hide amidst the swaying grass.

stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"That's kind of vague, even for you wizard," Ira stood and brushed herself off. She tossed the nut into the grass and pulled off her quiver to examine the damage done there, "What do you mean by 'special'? Special good or special bad?" she shook her head as she pulled out the vines and greenery growing in the quiver, "You know? I just want to get back to our camp. We must have found what the king was after. We don't want to be here when his men arrive."

Ref: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Iraldia's reflexes kicked in and she kicked off the branch she was on. For a moment she was weightless, soaring through the air in a graceful leap. As gravity took hold, she arched toward the ground. She grabbed out for a nearby branch but it shriveled and disappeared. The vixen tumbled to the ground amidst the dirt and debris kicked up by the falling treant.

Acro: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Ira sits up in the grass, looking around in confusion. The confusion was amplified as she looked to the nut clutched in her palm where her weapon had been.

Iraldia knocked another arrow and let it loose, before shouting, "We may want to retreat! Reinforcements are almost upon us!"

Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
dmg: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + (2) = 9

we're mythic and I still can't hit for crap

Perc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Ira glanced around with worry, feeling that something was bearing down on them. She needed to distract the casting. She was at too low of an angle to get a clean shot. Catching sight of a low, but sturdy looking branch, she makes her move. Digging her claws into the bark, she attempts to scramble up to the branch to make her shot.

climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

She swings up onto the branch and draws her bow. She takes aim through the barrier, hoping to thread the needle.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 2 Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"Hey Tsakua! Pull!" Ira indicated tossing the barrel up at the treant's face. She reached for a fire arrow.
Yelling is a free action!

"Help them out Gommie," Iraldia reaches down and channels energy through their bond. The magic sharpens his teeth and strengthens his bite. Magic Fang on Gommie

Ira nocked a second fire arrow and sprinted out to flank the treant. As she moved, her demeanor changed. The aspect of the tiger washed over her being, enhancing her precision and agility. Once within 30 feet, she slid to a halt and drew back the bow. The tiger roared in her ears as she let loose.

Atk: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 4Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Ira saw the tree lurch, preparing to swipe down at her companion. Her fingers twitched like a match striking flint. The head of the arrow burst into flame as it sailed through the air for the treant's form.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Mythic Pwr: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Immediately, she saw the arrow swing wide and reached out with her newfound power to correct its course.

Ira moved up to the threshold of the door, covering Tsakua with the drawn bow. The nocked magical arrow felt warm to the touch as her fingers played across the red fletching. Her eyes felt sharper and the forest was vibrant in color and detail. Her nose sniffed at the various fragrances, hoping to catch scent of danger. Gommie waited at her side for a command, a soft growl on his muzzle.

Perc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Ira nods to Jietin, "And I will help you as much as I can." She glances back at Midi, sending her thoughts, -I'll take some items.-
Heading over to the pile of loot, she picked out some of the items she would use mwk longbow, 20 fire arrows, ring of maniacal devices, masterwork dagger, potion of spider climb and helps to haul a few more things if need be.

Iraldia ventured to place a gentle hand on the giant man's arm, "Fate has been cruel to you and you're right to feel angry at being used. But that's not all there is to your life. Destiny has granted you power...You do not have to be anyone's tool. You can forge your own life and carve it out of that blank slate that is your mind."
Ira hoped there was some wisdom in her words that would help soothe the devilkin.

Visions of war...Ira outside herself watching her standing at the precipice, Gommie at her side, guardians of their kind...
Years worth of training and experience poured into her young mind and she woke with a gasp as the power fused beneath her fur. She coughed and rolled over, hoping not to tarnish the floor's mosaic with her stomach contents. Gommie whined nearby, watching her with concern. She smiled and reached out, giving him a comforting pat before sitting up. Jietin's shouting made her leap to her feet, spotting him just as he left. The fox glances back at Tsakua and Octavian, glad to see them well. Her eyes fell then upon the sleeping Breewyn and Midi. They would be ok. Turning, she followed Jietin out.

"Jietin...what troubles you?" she asked sincerely.

Iraldia's normally violet eyes flashed green as the dragon circled below her. Her head tilted to the side as her young mind set to the task of grasping the riddle that held her enraptured. Her form continued to shift erratically, but she barely seemed to notice.
"Faith..." Ira dissented, "Faith in an ideal or purpose can be held by one or more. Faith enslaves and frees, is found in all walks of life, wielded by individuals and armies alike to push their cause, is sung in temple and passed through word and song, and the giving of a penny in charity or taking of in the name of faith..."

Iraldia hesitated. She saw the wizard's strange reactions and jerking. She glanced down at Midio, "I-I don't know what to do...The humans have taken everything from me time and time again...and to have the power to destroy them is tempting...But...will it change me...will it consume me?" Even as she spoke, she stepped toward the gem. Her entire being vibrated with its pulsing. The vixen's form shifted back and forth from human to fox the closer she moved to it. Her hand held close to her heart as she felt this fateful step washing over her. She couldn't speak and tears flushed down her face as she tried to grasp a choice that she knew she had made but didn't know why or what it would cost her. She looked to her companions, "We're in this together..." Her hand extended out to the gem and pressed firmly to its jagged yet smooth exterior. The fox braced for the reaction.

Iraldia smiled at the blue man and clasped his shoulder, "I'm glad we were able to bring you back around. The world would have been less colorful." she let a smirk play across her lips as she joked.

The kitsune, her fur colored as a feral red fox, peered at the little yellow creature for a moment, "Being in my head is not a nice place to be. But it is nice to meet you. This is Gommie, my faithful pal."

I don't think you connected to me...?
Iraldia stood in the doorway with her mutt of a dog Gommie, staring in bewilderment. There seemed to be a part of the conversation that she was missing as her companions answered unheard questions. She watched the exchange silently, not sure how to react.

Sorry all. The last week or so has been pretty busy and I haven't been able to log in. I'm back though. Thanks for being patient

Iraldia and Gommie stayed by the door, not eager to approach the scene. She twirled an arrow in her paw idly as she watched the others move about the room. Her eyes did scan some of the items in the room...

Perc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Iraldia looked up from wrapping her hand as the door opened. Her jaw went slack as she gazed in at the scene beyond. The figures frozen in time created a wondrous tableau. She nodded slowly as she registered Jietin's words, "If we break that...bubble, who knows what will happen. One or more of the groups may be hostile. I know I would be after a few years of being trapped like that." Magic was curious to her though she had not the mind to understand it, "Maybe it will trap us too...especially if we don't know how to undo it properly."

Ira pulled some bandages out of her pack and wrapped Gommie's wounds as everyone recovered. Her own back and sides ached from the flash heat that scorched her fur and seared her skin underneath. She cursed, having no ointment or mud to put over it. She looked over at Octavian and sighed sadly. She shuffled over to where the others were crouched over him. She drew her dagger and cut her paw, letting blood drip on his chest, "Kin of my blood, may your spirit rest with the earth below. May you join your ancestors in glory."

REF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Ira's eyes widened as the floor erupted in flame. Her instincts kicked in and she dived for the floor, still getting scorched as the entire room lit up. She rolled into the wall with a heavy thud and groaned in pain. The smoke was thick but passing. She sat up, coughing, and nodded, "I'm alive...I think." The vixen rubbed her eyes and looked around.

Ira was relieved to see the statue explode to bits at the powerful blow of Jietin. While she worried about Gommie's wounds, there was one left. She drew back another arrow. Her fingers held the taught bow as she waited for an opening to hit the statue that Tsakua held in his grasp. The moment came, her fingers twitched. The arrow flew...

atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

very...very...wide...

Ira had lost herself in the confusion of it all. Now she snapped back and drew another arrow in a futile attempt to strike the statue down. Pulling back on the string, she eyed her target down the shaft of the arrow before letting loose.

atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3

The arrow found purchase in the statue, whether or not it registered any damage.

Multiclassing as a rogue might be better sync'd with my characters style. If we feel we need that addition, I'll incorporate that into Ira's learning.

Ira cries out as the blast goes off and her friends dive for cover. As the statues animate, she turns slowly to face the guards. Jumping back from the statue as it comes to life, She draws the bow with the arrow she had in hand and lets it fly...

Atk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

The arrow sails past the statue harmlessly.

haha so we're playing mine sweeper! Brilliant!

Ira nodded at Tsakua, "Aye, I've got a few extra arrows. We're sure placing something on them will not trigger an effect?" She drew a few of her arrows. She placed an arrow on which spots the green skinned man indicated. As she listened to Breewyn's explanation, she peered around, trying to find a path to follow behind the gnome.