Keska the Shadowed's page

Not really! But I dunno now long the situations are going to last, so may as well try to get back to some sense of normalcy somewhere. I appreciate the concern though

I apologize profusely for my absence, there has been a lot going on in my neck of the woods that's been really stressful, and unfortunately depression makes me shut down when that happens. I'll be doing my best to get back into the swing of things now, so I'll read and get caught back up today and hopefully post!

Apparently we didn't check the tower well enough, Keska grumbles as she kicks a corpse, looking for something to wipe her sickle clean with. Not sure what we could have do- DAGEAU! she panics as she takes off back down the hall, looking for their employer, you'd better not be dead you damned bird!

Grimdell! Keska shouts in dismay. She barely knew the gryphon, but having her companions die before the trip was over would be terribly inconvenient. But before she could attend to the injured, she would have to finish the threat.

She stepps into the grease, careful to pick her way across, but her haste betrays here as she loses her footing and has to catch herself from falling and struggles to once again gain her footing, cursing in Draconic as she does so.

Acrobatics Through Grease: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Indeed, level 1 is the most dangerous time for an adventurer

Emboldened by the undead falling at the pace they are, Keska swings at the nearest opponent with her sickle, hoping for the satisfying tug of the rotting flesh catching the blade.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Not thorough enough! Keska shouts at Menra, moving into position opposite of Grimdell and slashing at the rotting corpses with one of her sickles, I should have asked the spirits too!

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

If we die, we die with dignity! With our swords in our hands and a song in our hearts!

... Except Virro. Poor Virro...

Keska, stomach lurching from thw sudden rush of action and danger, leaps from her chair and rushes to where she thinks she remembers Virro's room is, drawing her sickles as she does and listening to see if her Champion is still with her.

Keska catches a whiff of the beer and pales slightly (no small feat for one of her complection). I'm not exactly recovered from my last encounter with beer, so I'll pass this time, thanks.

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After the festivities have ended, she finds a comfy chair and pulls it to the darkest corner of the house, hoping for something that at least has a semblence of home to help her fall into sleep, however fitful or deep.

Could be interesting for me too... Keska mumbles, wondering what sort of stories could be told by those old walls... I vote we stay in there for the night, if this is a democracy and not an autocracy.

Kesksa nods appreciatively as Grimdell uses their healing magic on her, rolling her neck and feeling the new flesh with her fingers, thanks for that. I wonder who could have trained these things... and what the V stands for... she muses a bit to herself as the caravan moves through the "forest," ignorant to the nature acting as it does while she considers what this chance encounter may mean.

Sorry about that! Between Disney and work I just lost track of my PbPs. I'm back now though, shouldn't disappear again any time soon!

Keska, grateful for the flank provided by her traveling companion, takes a slash at the furry beast between them, having no time to even consider her wound yet.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 3 = 8

Perhaps on the shadow plane, but... Keska briefly shouts back, moving back and at an angle slightly, hoping to catch on of the rats in a flank when they charge at her, but ready to reap the first one that gets close enough.

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 8

Thankful for the druid's spell keeping them all from rushing at once, Keska slashes at the nearest beast with her sickle before retreating back with the rest of the party.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 6

Keska moves to get into a flanking position behind the rat, slashing at the beast when the opportunity presents itself while she lets the fury of the song wash over her, spurring on her as well as the spirit within her... but perhaps she let herself get too enthralled with the song and strikes too eagerly, before the time is right.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 6

Keska kneels in the dirt monetarily, grabbing and rubbing some between her hands in an attempt to remove some of the pulp from the plants before grabbing her tools again. She sets herself in a ready stance with one sickle held next to her face and the other held close. Like this? she mumbles, pausing briefly before taking the close sickle and holding it almost completely outstretched and nodding grimly.

Keska takes out a pair of sickles that rested on her hips, using them as effectively as she can to cut through the thinner "trees." She grimaces a little as the pulpy innards spill over her with her shorter reach and wishing she had something to clean off with afterward. I certainly hope the road is close...

Keska brightens (as much as a being of shadow can) at the wizard asking about her home. Well your knowledge about it matches the plan itself, she replies with a chuckle at her own joke, it's a very dark and shadowy place, as one might expect, being the shadow that this plane casts on the multiverse. Was there anything specific you wanted to know?

Reminds me of home, Keska muses with a slight sigh of nostalgia as the party goes through the ritual to depart from the city. She politely declines the poison on the grounds that she doesn't have the credit for it, and takes her position somewhere near the front of the caravan.

As the wandering through the wilderness goes on, she sends more and more concerned looks at the would-be king and his... jumpy behavior. She mumbles, seemingly to herself, about that concern, but doesn't voice it to the rest of the party just yet.

Sounds fair :-)

Heirophant Focus: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Champion Focus: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Oof. Well, hopefully we only need the heirophant once or not at all on the journey :-P

Quite a difference indeed, old timer, teases the fetchling in your midst. She stands about average height for a human, though her charcoal grey skin, lanky frame, and faintly glowing yellow eyes mark her clearly as something other than human. Her leather armor, festooned with ceramic studs that betray the presence of larger plates beneath, creaks lightly as she pulls out a ribbon and ties back her white hair with it.

As for me, I'm actually a recent transplant to the walls. I've done some exploring before, but it was on the Shadow Plane, so I'm afraid what I know about the wilderness there won't help as much here, she responds to the griffon while cleaning dirt from under her fingernails with the afformentioned dagger. And uh... full disclosure, I uh... talk to spirits. So don't be alarmed by me talking to myself sometimes.

Sounds good then, thank you very much GM :-) since there's no additional cost to crafting the foci, would I be able to also make a connection with the Heirophant with something from a temple of Laelae, just in case?

And I apologize for the innundation of questions, I'm just wanting to be sure I'm doing everything right by you :-)

Ok, sounds good then. Keska has the 50cr (units of credit abbreviation?) for a set of masterwork tools, so she would have picked those up and found either a stone or something sufficiently morbid (sufficiently intact hip joint? :-P) and carve a small representation of the Trial Pit with her Craft: Sculpture skill. Or she could have channeled a Trickster that day to get a different, more appropriate craft skill and bought a different tool instead, if you prefer.

I suppose now would be a good time to ask: what would I have needed to do in order to craft a focus for the Champion spirit, monetarily and otherwise? Is there an ancient colosseum, barracks, or the like that I could have gotten material from to make one of the models you mentioned or something like a medalion?

Well first off, thank you very much for picking me, I hope you find be as interesting as I hope to be :-) I'll go read the gameplay section post-haste.

Ready and looking for some work!

Ok, here is Phylotus's submission. The statblock for the base character (with no channeled spirits) are in the profile, as well as the backstory, but I'll repaste them here as well.