Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Group 2: She wake up not in the same room as before. in a large steel bar cage. Seeing the young girl with pale skin and short white hair, wearing dark purple clothing chained to the far wall. She works out this must be Ashling, the person they where looking for. Noting the room looks like a torture room, with various bloody implements, needles and attached to vials of blood. She checks to see if she is Chained as well. [i]"Pisssed Ashling... Ashling you awake?"[/b] She says in a low voice. She checks to see no other is looking on.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Tugs off her spear and jabs at one of the last dolls. Cold Iron Spear 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 O that is good, DMG1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 not bad Saying grumpily "Go adventuring they say, fight dragons and Evil Orcs they say, no one said anything about fighting teeny-tinny dolls!!" She thrusts at the doll and if she squawkers it hefts it into a wall.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Rosalyn takes a 5' step back, from the door way. This was all getting a bit silly, well lets heat things up" She point her hand and a fire ball shoot out into the mass of dolls. Fire Bolt (Sp) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 DMG 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8 x2 30'r [5/6 day] "Stop attacking us dolls or I will burn this place down around you little tiny dolly heads. DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR!" She says.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
She says in happy voice excited voice "Well now, this is interesting, The Dolls on the shelves seem to be magically infused, yes. You know that reminds me of that bards song. The one where a father buys his three young daughters each dolls with the money he got from killing an evil witch. Only to find out they where the witches creations, coming to life at night and killed the three unsuspecting children and thire mother while they slept. Father comes home, into the blood socked house, goes mad and forever more traits the three evil dolls as his three daughters.Grate tail, had the whole Inn on baited breath." She stops and looks at the others, "What? I like grim tails" She says happily.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Waits at the door, taking out a kind of medical mask from her medical kit and a small jar, she takes some Greece like substance and rubs it under her nose, then slips the mask over her lower face. Form it she says. "The smell of death is always vexing, so what do we have, by the looks of it some evil looking mold, I would keep clear of that, air barn spores and such, odd looking dolls. lets see." Casts detect magic from the door into the space
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Looking interested. "Gosh I say, your right master Hopespring, that looks like more of that black blood and that there is that white white strands of hair. This is an odd place" She says, point to foliage, Lady Rosalyn really dose seem to have not gotten out much. It all seems like one big adventure to her.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Looking at the blood and sword. "Well to me it looks very much like this blood came from whoever wore that coat, and it was caused by that sword. The wound itself despite the amount of blood, would not have been serious I think, some healing would have fixed them back up in now time" She looks closer. . "Black look to the blood as well, a slight tint. Kind of suggests its not human but some other race."
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Thanks GM Willow thin and tall IMAGE HERE Rosalyn bowing deeply to the queen, it seemed she had decided to speak and not only to the Queen but to the others. Diplomacy1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 "Your Majesty, I am the Lady Rosalyn Aanya_Luminuss a noble of the house Luminass of the city of Soliana and Battle cleric of Soriel. I wish to state that, House Luminuss is honored to have this chance to assist you in your needs." One more bow then back up. That formality being done, she leaned back up her hear what would be needed of her. When Maria spoke she smiled back,
"Thank you for letting me join the Greywater Storm company"
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
A little shocked she had been picked, Aanya stood close to the others, she said nothing. She was trying to not look as naive as she felt. This was all new to her and she want to see how the others acted. Note if we have to go with out a nights rest she will have no magics left as she used them in the audition.
She worked away like mad helping another applicant who this time seemed to have cut off a toe.
"There all better, and it should not look to bad once it has healed fully"
Seeing she seemed to be the last, she walked on stage, and started to do her performance. She had on fine clothing that marked her as a noble of some lesser kind. Once she started talking that became clear, her voice having that gentility only nobility seemed to care about. Perform 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 "Hello, Sorry, Sorry, If I may, I was hoping you see to show you seem of my healing arts, but well...I seem to have used them looking after the other applicants. Bit of a problem that, yes I know I should have held some back but I just can't do that if someone need attention. So I'll errr, have to try and impress you with what little other skills I have." She nods in all humility, Then with her cold Iron spear in hand quit unexpectedly for a healer proceeded to then do the most complex set of back flips and jumps. Thrusting her weapon it this way and that. Which where all very impressive for someone of her size.
She then finished by hurling her spear across the room where it embed itself in the wall above one of the judge head. Attack1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 A look of utter mortification comes over her face and she jumps off the stage to retrieve it. "Sorry, so, Sorry, That was... not what was supposed to happen. It just flow, well.. sorry." She pulled it out the wall and went to set with the others. Convinced she had failed to impress.
As one more applicant hurt themselves demonstrating what they could do. In this case a halfing twirling two daggers. The halfing had done well up to the point one blade miss handdeld had unfortunately stick into his head. She ran out on stage and with some fast healing stopped most of the blooding. She then pulled the blade out wuth a sickening sucking sound. This was the third time she had had to help someone. There had been the human showing of pyrotechnics and burning there hear off. The Elf who had some how got poisoned from her own blade. She was fast running out of blessings to show off herself. She looked at the two giuld members over seeing the additions. "Not to worry he will be fine with a bandage and a shot more healing magic. Please don't mind me." She then helped the Halfling off to one side. heal 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32 + 2xClw 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (5, 7) + 6 = 18 cool hope that impresses
Lady Rosalyn Aanya_Luminuss short narrative: The letter had been quite specific, and she was late. Rushing throw the thronging city streets she considered for a moment flying there. But she was slow when flying is clumsy. Last time she had ended up Entangled in washing lines and had to pay for cloths cleaning. No she would have to push by the says market shoppers and get there as fast as she could on foot. It helped being tall and thin, but her wings where a pain, they liked to fly out to help her keep balance and then on streets like this someone always got a face full of feathers. So she had to make upright as well while walking as fast as she could. To took a little to long but she could now see the building. A meeting the letter had said, a task was at hand and the group she was going to see needed some one with her skills of healing. Well she had packed all her things. Her healing kit, her book of the faith. If they wanted healing she would be happy to give it. She had been waiting for a chance like this for a while. This city was full of healers and making a living here was hard. But an adventure, a mission, now that would make things a lot more interesting and there was a chance she could find what she was looking for. As she got to the door she stood a moment catching her breath. Standing some 6'9" tall her willow thin Garudas Aasimar frame waited. Her shimmering red hair, light red toned skin marker as her kind. Her eleven like ears pushed past her hair and her Amber colored eyes look at the door. Behind her large shimmering red metallic wings folded back. She seems to have on no armor, but a finely made belt with cords and hooks for her weapons. She has a side bag with map case and healing kit. Strapped to her leg is a dagger, In her hands is a 8' cold Iron tipped spear. On which clearly are the marking of a cleric of Soriel-That which is Many. Her breath back she pushed the door open and sort her fate within.
10 mins Background: Step 1: write five things about your character’s concept and background, five things that you think are the most essential parts of your character. 1:Not be cruel - She has a deep need to save others, she is drown to those in trouble and suffering. Companion and Empathy are big parts of her personality. She would never knowing be cruel I others.
Step 2: List two goals for the character that you, as a player, think would be cool to see accomplished in-game. 1:To fine a way to resurrect her dead brother. This is a core driving force behind her actions. Her own happiness can second to this need. That at times can bring her into conflict with her own need to help others and protect them. 2:To gain the honor of becoming a high priestess of Soriel-That which is Many. With the respected and power to help others. Step 3: List two secrets about your character. One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet.
Step 4: Describe three people that are tied to the character though blood, romance or honor. Two of them are friendly to the character, one is hostile.
Step 5: Describe three memories that your character has.
1: fear
So interesting and so Dot-ing Will go with a roll for fun. 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 5) + 6 = 17
O going to take that 34 buy, with that level have to go for a Aasimar Healer of some kind, nice and robust for the party and good healing skills, magics. Lady Rosalyn Aanya_Luminuss - Aasimar Core NG Cleric of Soriel: That which is Many So will go with the Manipulating the forces of life energy/Cure spells that normally count as conjuration now count under the Necromancy school.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
"You know he did not do to badly there, some lights and they where mostly down for use to kill, not bad at all realy" Rosalyn says, she's bending down making a sketch of one of the sea critters that attacked them. She gets back up and nods to a crew men says to them. "thank you, you can throw it over the side now I'm done"
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Lady Rosalyn calls the hurt to her. "Come to me I will heal you" She waits wile the pile the wounded on the floor next to her then she Channels positive Energy x3 3d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 1) = 4 HP back. well if your going to get sucky rolls best it one that dos not affect you to much wounds close a little bit, bleeding stops in some and the hurt get healed a very small bit. "Humm something is blocking my healing how odd?" she makes a note in her little book.
Female Aasimars [Outsider Native] Cleric L3
Init 15 Wounds 15/24 Lands 30' away from combat, moving back 10', with out a map its hard to know who she can channel heal with out doing it to the bad guys, sorry GM but its true. She will try and get to a place where she heals the party only. I have no idea if she can add a Channel her actions of landing and switching weapons Rosalyn drops her Spring-Bow on its cord and calls out. "Come to me and I will heal you" Then she pull's up her land Spear reading to fight. Positive channel 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8healing |