Considering submitting this character. I can level her down to three and make any adjustments later today.
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Will save Feeling the stalwart power radiating from Feldspar coupled with her own burning hatred for what must be some form of undead, Mikka simply glares at the flickering creature, ignoring the fear that failed to find purchase on her heart. As the freakish thing vanished she sought to take away its advantage, a rhythmic chant echoing through the ear, becoming muted as the region within 20 feet of the young druidess filled with a heavy clinging mist, practically obscuring all vision.
Seeing the evil little creature fade from sight Mikka halts the spell at the tip of her tongue, one ineffective without a target. She draws her wand and waits for any indication of the construct's location.
Perception
Mikka dashes up the stairs at the cry of alarm, her mind dreading what other horrors there are to be found in this place.
Mikka trned to follow the others, seeking to question this "doctor".
We forgot this
As the man's body convulses, completeing the terrible transformation, Mikka recoils in horror and disgust, the oily feeling in the air increasing tenfold as the corruption of life comes fully into being before her. She feels the thing's presence as she involuntarily takes a step back and begins chanting, her steps instinctively taking her to stand in front of Tania, knowing beyond any doubt that this creature cannot be allowed to reach her. Her eyes glow, the rising fire of rage aginst the very existence of this foul mockery of life bringing literal fire to her eyes as the air around the ravening monster ignites.
Mikka studies the man,sniffing the air to determine if the stench were natural disease and offal or something more, paying attention to the manner in which the body moves or anything supernatural about the man's actions. Curios she tried to sense the presence of magic affecting the man. Knowledge Nature
Mikka has little to add during the trial, her introduction to Sandpoint occurring after the events in question. She observes the verdict in silence, finding it interesting to note her friends' reactions. While she served a Goddess of great compassion and love she also understood the fierce almost ruthless passion with which one protected everything what they held dear. In the natural world retribution was usually immediate though the absence of the Creedys definitely meant danger. They were a pack, like hyenas, and they would strike when they percieved weakness. "We will go to see this man as you wish. Violence here would endange the community."
The Creedy issue Mikka would see as something for which her testimony would have minimal impact and would more likely than not be best left undisclosed.
Just reading through and realizing Mikka has little to add on the Creedy issue since she joined the group just before they were almost lynched.
Mikka enjoyed the time with her friends, pleased with the night of cameraderie. She made her companions aware of the fact that her goddess also wished her to remain in Sandpoint. The stories of ancient Thassilon only secured in her mind the readon decadent civilizations were all eventually destined to fall.
Mikka lay in the glade, sated, filled with a sense of calm and purpose as well as the renewed power and pulsating life energy. It seemed that she would remain with her new friends for a while yet and continue to heal the land upon which the town was built. Even the knowledge of her mother's continued involvement could not break her reverie as she listened to the sounds of the night, cool night air flowing over her sweat drenched body as the sacred moonlight kissed her skin, she breathed a soft sigh as she allowed herself into the gentle embrace of sleep, secure in the knowledge of her safety in the sacred space of thhe glade.
The sadness experienced by her friends is balanced by the sense of a great evil being cleansed as the fortress and the vile temple beneath it burn. Mikka returns with her friends to Sandpoint, spending much time in the glades just outside of the town, communing with nature or dancing in the moonlight ao those blessed nights. If any woman is with child, she assists, giving advice, and delivering the child if the need arises. She also spends time communicating with Shelalu as another who shares a link to the natural world.
Mikka would most benefit from the Amulet of Natural Armor
Mikka sighed as she watched Jo'no and Tania go through their grief. As she wandereds around the area, she vowed to herself to cleanse this place of the taint of Lamashtu, and reinvigorate the soul of sandpoint. Walking ino another room she puts the unholy symbol on the ground and draws the wand. Looking at it she took in the perfectly carved image of her goddess, then pointing it she spoke the invocation, flame blossoming in her hands as she hurled the fire against the gold symbol melting the unholy object.
Mikka's summoned elemental falls upon the yeth hound with the howling chaos of a summer storm, enveloping the creature as it morphs into a violent whirlwind.
Even as the elemental falls upon the beast, the young druidess calls forth the power of the storm once more hurling a burts of powerful wind and torrential rain to pound upon the hellbeast.
Mikka takes a step back and begins a wild chant, the air around her whipping around with building intensity as her spell builds into a shout.
Seeking to weaken the hound attavking her allies, Mikka summons the power of the storm, pummelling the beast. Ranged touch Attack
Mikka felt the clawing at her belly, the release of vile energy from the woman that championed Lamastu. The vile demon goddess, mother of monsters, the very embodyment of the corruption of everthing that Gozreh represented. She felt the dark energy, heard the hound howl, but there was no fear, only anger. Before her stood a woman who had embraced everything unnatural and horrioble that dared to walk the land corrupting everything she touched, and Mikka would see her die here and now. Raising her hand she guestured with a shout, calling forward the very power of maternity, a pulse of energy streaking from her hand to slam into Nualia bringing with it a wave of nausea, the embodiment of the sickness many mothers felt early in pregnancy, intensified a hundred times over. DC 19 fort save or Sickened
(26 charm/compulsion)(28 confusion, daze, feeblemind, and insanity)
Mikka moves into the room, stepping aside to clear a path for the others as she took in the horrifying sight of the woman. In her revulsion, she barely even registered Feldspar striding forward until the roar of divine judgement that accompanied his attack.
Perception
Mikka gives Idrian a sidelong glance but remains slent.
As the chill permeates the air Mikka once again targets the woman, a rhythmic almost growling chant building into a rumble that culminated into an explosion of dirt and dust, scattering debris in all directions as a 5' pit opens under the woman.
Squeezing past Jono, Mikka begins a lilting chant, her voice echoing eerily in the chamber as motes of wan blue light coalesce around the woman casting. Both her and the armored man's breath condense in the air as the localized temperature rapidly plummets coating everything with a layer of frost that sparkles as if in the moonlight.
Spellcraft
Seeing the armored man's ready stance and recognizing the defensive abilities of the woman's spell, Mikka begins a chant in lilting druidic, culminating in a shout as a rain of dirt, gravel, and small pebbles come crashing down from the ceiling, hammering them both.
"That was the name the ones behind the door said."
"We must act swiftly, Nualia is performing something that thy believ will stop us", she focuses intently on the door preparing to cast a spell the moment it opened.
Mikka follows along in silence, studying the cavern.
Mikka took a step back chanting and gesturing as she did, one hand passing over the birthmark on her belly that served as a focus for her divine power. Her eyes seemed alight, burning like coals an the dimly lit room, and as her glare intensified, the creature's hide began to smoke. "Burn"
Mikka's eyes flash with anger at the sight of the bugbear's hide. Even he did not deserve to be some vile trophy, these people have no respect for life whatsoever."
" Then let us not keep them waiting any longer."
Mikka smiles. "The storm was a blessing, Gozreh watches over us even as we decend into the depth. We will cleanse the unnatural taint of this place as the rain washes filth from your city streets."
So have we completed a full cycle rest or do we still need a few hours?
"I will cross last, if need be I can make it across without the use of the bridge."
Init Mikka jumps up grabbing her bow and quiver, and dashing towards the edge of the bridge
Forgot
Refraining from becoming involved in Idrian and Jo'no's conflict Mikka rests her hands on Tania's shoulders as she whispers a soft chant, the arcane swordswoman being enveloped by a sensation of absolute warmth, comfort and safety, her body responding to long dormant instincts, healing as a child, far faster than most adults could.
"Killing creatures in cages is unnatural, even for the hungreiest predator it is not the act of a hunter. Let them loose as Jo'no suggests. If they attack us then, they are at the mercy of nature where the strong survive. If they are too stpid to learn then they will die, but not like this."
"We truly do need rest and I would feel safer doing so above ground rather than below." Mikka said, her eyes showing the toll of so much spellcasting.
Another streak of flame darts out, failung miserably to find purchase on the snarling hound.
Mikka hurls another strem of flame, but in the chaos cannot properly target any of the vile dogs.
Her anger fills her, clouding out the terror, as one hound's bay seeks to invade her mind she feels Feldspar's presence, a sturdy wall against her back giving her no reason to fear.
Grasping her wand, Mikka's free hand erupts with flame as she hurls the fire streaking at the hound attacking Jono
Mikka remains in the doorway, eyes tracking any sign of movement preparing to unleash nature's fury on whatever lay in wait.
Mikka stared at the statue taking in its full detail in silence. The gravid body, belly full of unborn life, breasts heavy, the sheer feminine fullness of it an unholy corruption of her goddess' image. She could feel the utter wrongness of it in her core, as if her own femininity reviled against the twisted perversion of womanhood towering above her. From her very center she could feel it build, a quivering rage like a mighty earthquake, not the bloodthirsty red wrath of Lamashtu but the white fury of Gozreh,the mother, the protector. She felt the outrage of nature at the vile entity that would birth monsters into the world to corrupt and destroy the beauty of nature. The young druidess shook with anger, the compete wrongness of the place they had entered filling every fiber of her being with revulsion. Whatever they found here, it would die.
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