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Maria hugs her. Live a good life. And consider converting to Pharasma so we can hang out when your time comes. Erastil's annoyed with me after I snuck in to prank some people.

Maria gives you a cheeky grin as she lets go and you're not sure if she's telling the truth or not.

She smiles. Yeah, not as exciting through, but good god you should hear some of the jokes I've heard. There's this one about 3 nuns and some holy water. You'd piss yourself laughing. Sadly, I don't think you have the time.

Maria smiles. You don't really know me Cleo. We were friends for only a few weeks, but life is good here. Well, Death. Ali, Vanda and them, they aren't here yet. But when they come, I'll tell them you were thinking of them.

Make it possible for them to come back in some other way.

Maria smiles at her from the shore, waving at her and walking closer when the boat pulls in. Hey Cleo. Been giving them hell since I left?

When they get closer to their destination. A familiar figure sits. Waiting.

Cleo will stab you in the nethers, friend risen from the dead or not. :)

looking on from the afterlife. I'm so proud.

Helgar I asked you a question in discussion

Take the turn. Not feeling good.

In pain and death all that comes to Maria's mind are the friends she's made and lost. Cleo and Helgar her honorary sisters. Ali, her first love, Furnok and Azeri her big brothers and Vandra her little brother. Then her mind goes to Wabbit and Brelin who she was just beginning to know. And just before the darkness takes her she thinks of Ameiko and says one word. Mom.

Maria moves through the forest hoping to avoid the Archer's sharp eyes and find a place to hidePerception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Run: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Maria struggles to escape from under the Cougar before taking off. With her wounds aching and her body weakened she starts looking for a place Escape artist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Run: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Exhausted by her wounds Maria doesn't bother with the stream and runs at the cougar before attempting to dodge psst it's deadly claws. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Damn. Should have gone over the creek instead of trying to put this between me and the Ghas and that damn fatigue doesn't help.

Run: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Maria stares at the monster at her side and runs dead ahead for the cliff, she tenses her muscles preparing to jump before attempting to veer away from the cliff in hopes her quarry will go over it.

[B]Let's see you follow me down there![b/] Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Run: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

Maria takes off intent on not letting the beasts get her. run: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Maria runs off in the general direction of the Nuthouse desperate for safety, or at least, backup.

Given my bonus to running I'll take my chance with outdistancing it.

After thinking for a moment Maria moves into the brush and slowly makes her way towards the grunting. Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Maria carefully watches her surroundings as she heads off in the direction the party went.

Hmm. Magical Girl Ghoul Raiser. Interesting idea.

EDIT: Nope. Summoner spell list. Theres also a Spider-Man Archetype.

Now hold on there just a Goshdurn minute Cleo. I never said I was going to be a vigilante or take the magical child archetype. (Yes, Paizo officially made magical girl's a thing in golarion.)

Oh we know. But Maria has much bigger worries at the moment than her first crush leaving without a word. Like the fact that she's possibly dying/becoming undead.

Twenty Minutes should suffice.

Maria lets out her held breath slowly but remains still. She's not dumb enough to come out just yet.

Maria remains still despite the terror filling her heart.

Maria watches the figure staying as still as possible. Nice description. I am legitimately creeped out.

Maria takes twenty to find a good vantage point to hide herself and watch the shack. Thats a 29 plus any numerical advantage turning black gives me once darkness falls.

That's the point, I'm the one least likely to be seen. I'll find a hidden vantage point and you guys can "let slip" that we found something important out here. The more people who hear the rumor the more likely e creature will hear about it.

This monster is smart and seems interested in our group. It may look to see if we found its latest victims.

I'll be fine Cleo. I'll find a good hiding place and with my new abilities I'm sure I won't be seen.

I suppose so. Maria says thoughtfully. Perhaps, somebody should stay and watch in case the ghast returns.

Maria's eyes glisten. Well now. This could be helpful.

Is this the meeting place?

Maria bends down to examine the clothes.

Maria picks up her cards. Unfortunately Cleo has already ruined my surprise and I no longer feel like continuing. Maria turns to Helgarr. I'm thinking about it. I could live in the cart I've been wanting to build but at this point paying for it would be more practical. But I think I'd like to stay here permanently so a house isn't out of the question.

Maria gives Cleo a mean look. That was part of the fun spoilsport.

It's the find the card street scam, Maria's just gonna have some fun switching cards.

Maria looks at Brelin. Sure. I'll play you. Maria takes out her own deck of cards. But let's make it interesting. We both play. We keep going until somebody wins and somebody loses. Ties don't count.

Maria looks out the window then turns to Wabbit. What have you been smoking? Maria looks around the inn. Cleo, Helgarr, I think we should discuss some things. As much as I love it here at the inn, we can't keep taking advantage of Ameiko's hospitality. I think we should see if there's any property in town for sale.

Just to be clear since I never told you, my learned Cantrip is Disrupt undead, which I guess I'm preparing. Also, how do I cast it?Give I'm not a full fledged wizard yet to I have a limit on my casting of it?

Maria sits down to breakfast with weary eyes. Yesterday's scene did her no good in getting to sleep. She eats her breakfast of Scrambled eggs and asks for mug of ale as she tries to block out some of what they saw yesterday despite knowing Ameiko will probably deny her.

It's only the foolish or desperate who sleeps near an enemy's stomping grounds when a safe haven is near.

Maria stands there. Not random. There's only two ways it could have gone and it would have had to exit the river at some point. But Cleo's right. We won't be able to pick up the trail at night.

Marshmallows date back to 2000 BC, enjoy thy treat Cleo.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Maria stares at the ground looking for anything the creature might have dropped as she waits for Helgarr to finish examining the tracks.

Look, this is ridiculous. We're talking to everybody when we have a real trail to follow. A trail that goes colder every second we wait.

Thank the gods.

I'm not that worried. She squeezes back. But thank you. Maria rushes forward towards the graveyard with Cleo.

While I appreciate the sentiment, I fear this Ghast may not think the same way.

Maria seems preoccupied. Do you think I should be worried. My past isn't exactly uncheckered.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Maria stand there awkward not knowing anything of families.

Hmm. We'll see what we can do about that. The city does seem to owe us quite a few favors. Maria thinks to herself.

Do you know who will get the mill? Because it sounds like killing their employer would help if you're the one who takes over.

Maria narrows her eyes. What would you do if you were in charge?