Being served her meal, Kirian slowly begins to eat, "They also seem to be a bit nosy as well. Keep any conversation you make not personal. Ears about."
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"Not at all. You your companion may sit down and join me," she gestures with a hand and a warm smile, "Kirian, Kirian Ophelia at your service, humble traveling pastor and servant to Erastil. Why such events bring out the oddest of folk?"
Kirian takes her seat after ordering, waiting for a server to bring out her plate of food. In the meantime, she enjoyed the refreshing and cold taste of a honeyed mead. Noble folk were talking now, big noble folk that seemed all excited and a tad big for their britches over the whole expedition charter that's got everyone in a tizzy. While she herself wanted maybe to speak on the matters, she thought it would be rather rude. None of her business, unless they'd of course become one her possible companions for the journey. Maybe make a show to say grace before eating, always a nice thing to do.
"Would you also have something a bit lighter on the alcohol. Try to keep a clear mind and conscious you know," she smiles, fiddling with her coin purse.
Riding in from the distance was a small figure on horseback, bobbing up and down as the larger beast strode over to the stables. From there, the small figure hops off the horse and slowly bringing it in, "Good ride Mr. Kilowape, they got oats for you to be munchin' on in here," a feminine voice sounds off. "Water in here too as well," she says tying up her horse and giving it a gentle pat," I'll see you later big boy, play nice with the other horses." The small figure moves to the door. Now in the light, she is clearly a Halfling of some sort. Even with her stature she opens the door to the tavern and then makes her way over to the counter. Her stature makes her entrance not that noticeable as other folk, but she doesn't seem to mind. She raises her hand over the bar and snaps a finger to the attention of the bar tender, "What do ya have to eat here tonight?"
Selected first days spells.
Omg I forgot my weapons and armor on the profile. Well, some light and a bow. Basic back up weapon as well, silly me.
Unfortunately I don't have HeroLab so sadly I can't make things easier on that.
Sorry, my character would be most likely a High Priest, followed by Diplomat or a Councilor.
Almost done with the character, just a little more.
Hey look, a Halfling Cleric of Erastil. Just need some gear and I'll be done.
Came and went.
Hi Ulfric
That's alright. She is finished now as a Faith Psychic. The background is kept bare bones since she is amnesiac and this AP is an attempt on Lovecraft stuff, so high mortality rate. Ebullient was rolled on a previous post.
Most of the crunch is done. All I have to do is fix up the backstory. Don't have to do much, I already apparently had it in a back up file when I wrote it out for the failed AP. Will have it up tommorow hopefully.
x10=60 Half-Elf Psychic with the Faith powers. She was a talented mortician, but in later years went into serious study of an unknown subject for an even less remembered reason. Whatever it was, it was the last thing she did before winding up in the asylum. She doesn't know how long it has been or why she is even there.
My last Carrion Crown AP went dead with a missing GM almost right out of the gate. I'll put my hat in the ring with this psychic that I am rebuilding. She was possessed when she was young and grew to have strange psychic powers. She feels sometimes not like herself and that there is something off about her psyche.
Any still alive?
"I'll take some please," Kirian says as she takes a seat down at the table.
Kirian, even with her solemn and quiet demeanor, Kirian saunters over to Ulfric tiredly, "Didn't spot a thing out of the ordinary. I'll take a rest then get something to eat before we go."
Thank you. I guess then the best would be the SoS/ Buffs would be the best for me. If you could, some theory crafting would be very much appreciated.
I'm actually unsure about what I want mechanically now. I've never played this AP before and this class either.
THANK YOU!!!!!
Why did they set this class up like this? Wisdom as the base but then having to focus on Intelligence just to work out anything...... DAMN YOU PAIZO!!!
*After checking the book* NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn, I thought the DCs scaled off my Wisdom.
Can't wait to test my new phrenic abilities on the undead. Let's see what happens when the undead now have to give me a Will save that they didn't have to before.
Woken by Catrine in the night, Miriam patrols around the interior of the house, dressed in a sort of ramshackle mix of her nightclothes and armor until the dawn of the new day arises.
"I secound that Ms. Valerieve," Ophelia nods in approval as she speaks.
"I guess I'll be the one to take up the third watch of the night. If anything, it will be morning at my shifts end. What time would you all like to wake tommorow," she asks.
Kirian has no head way at all,instead finding a book intitled "Pants, Everything About Pants" and not much else. She instead follows in a fashion what Ulfric does and get out of the way. She'd walk around the house for a spell, ocassionaly looking ooutside a window as the rain fall continued. "Agree'd Mr.Bjarnasson. For tonight, whom of us will keep watch for the night?" she asks,coming back from a littlev exploring.
Wait, how old is Slav?
"The Whispering Way, what queer name," Ophelia says as she looks about the room, "Slav,you probably know the library inside and out. Could you help us figure out this Whispering Way?"
Finally got her stats up :D
Kiran ponders for a moment.
"It stsates that the supplies are located at intersection of Eversleep and Blackpath in the Restlands. If such is to be believed, then it could be defenses against the undead. Haunt Siphons and Holy Water, my father kept an emergency box of that. If it is to be believed, this stash might be rather large possibly."
Kirian looked at the books with a look of wonder. While she knew the first one, the secound could not be brought to cusp, only on the tip her tongue. It was the third that brought her no happiness and a grimaced arose on her face. The unholy book of the goddess of the undead was not something she was happy to see, and it took mental fortitude to not find the nearest fire place and burn it to ash.
Following her into the library, Kirian's eyes wander around the room. So many books, what little time to read. She looked at Slav for a moment, So, how many of these have you read Trebelos?" Upon seeing the opening of the chest, it unnerved her. Some thing crept into the back of her mind, a feeling she wasn't happy to have. Looking over the books, the most striking of which, the red one, she picks up from the stack, "This one looks... rather important," she says opening the pages.
"Do you know the circumstance of your fathers death at all?" she says leaning her staff on a seat before sitting down with a cup of tea.
"You know Trebelos Miss Lorrimor," Ophelia asks politely, leaning a little on her walking staff, "you can vouch for his character,yes?"
Întreb unde că colegii Martin a plecat la Varasian:
"Wonder where that Martin fellow went off to?" She says those few words looking around before her eyes go to Trebelos, "What did you do under the late Lorrimor?"
Some ones been watching us and for some time now as well," she says calmly, "Show yourself. No use hiding."
Go ahead, post when you can.
Hello, person.
Works for me. Arrived in Seattle yesterday.
I'd put a recruitment up.
Going to Settle and Montana for the weekend, will post when possible.
"Everything has a reason for it, even if you don't believe there is," Kirian says in response. |