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15 posts. Alias of Knight Protector.


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Nadia, likewise will follow close behind.


Nadia pulls out a small pouch and begins to cast a spell, motioning her right hand in the air drawing an invisible arcane symbol while simultaneously speaking a few strange words.

Nadia casts Hideous Laughter, DC 15 on Dashki.


Nadia follows close behind her brother along with Lotus remaining silent.


Nadia steps to the side to allow Siraaj to pass. Unsure whether or not her charm spell worked, she simply prepares to follow behind her brother and return back into the monastery, eagerly awaiting Dashki's explanation of why the gnolls have come.


Ahnekhet Anubu wrote:
I believe Nadia is up after Siraaj

I believe your face is up after your neck. Ohhhhhhhh!!!


Nadia will begins chanting some arcane words as she makes a 'come hither' motion with her right hand following through with her wrist.

She casts Charm Person on Dashki, DC 16.
Unfortunately he receives a +5 bonus because he is being accosted by her ally. Drat. lol

If successful, she will watch for signs that the spell worked and then ask him, Dashki, what are you doing out here sneaking around? Are you working with the gnolls to coordinate an attack on the monastery?!


Nadia, seeing her brother grab Dashki and begin "escorting" him back towards Lotus and herself continues her hurried pace, jogging alongside the monastery.

Perception to have heard Siraaj's words with Dashki: (-1 per 10 ft., I ended up with DC 13, plus 5(?) because he was whispering loudly? DC 18? 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Another double move, and then at her final position:

Assuming she didn't hear what was said between then, she will simply stop and say in a loud whisper,

What is he doing out here?


Nadia, mace drawn, maneuvers up behind her brother while sheathing said mace and pulling out her light crossbow. She loads a bolt as she steps up behind her brother just as he startles Dashki with his commanding voice.


Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17


Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28


Nadia follows close behind her brother, mace in hand. She watches their shadows flicker across the halls as their quick pace leads them outside the monastery to the south.

Stealth 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24


Nadia steps back from the window to allow anyone else nearby to step forward and see the threat for themselves. She fits her buckler onto her left arm, but leaves her mace still hanging at her side.

What should we do? If they are meaning to distract us, we need a scout to survey the rest of the area to watch for any sign of a pincer attack.


Trailing not far behind her brother, Nadia pauses along with him as she hears the echoing of hushed voices within the hallway.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

As her brother approaches the three near the entrance, she says, What is it, Raj? Is the enemy in sight?

Siraaj turns his head slightly to acknowledge the question, but then Almah speaks up and the two follow her over to the window and she looks out along with him.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


Nadia sits up and looks towards the door, watching Garavel as he speaks. As her brother stands, weapon in hand, she sighs along with him.
Is this truly what we escaped the quarry for? To travel far from home and die for another's battle?

As Ahnekhet nods at her, gesturing to Lotus, she gets up, steps over to her and gently wakes her up. When she sleepily looks up at her, Nadia nods towards the men at the door.

Gnolls are making their move to attack us. They approach us now. We must prepare.

Nadia gathers her equipment and begins to prepare for battle. The adrenaline begins to pour into her veins and fire lights up in her eyes.
Perhaps we can end this soon... perhaps freedom is just around the corner.


Nadia lies down on the bedroll and simply stares into the darkness as she conjures up one of her favorite songs her mother used to sing to her to get her to sleep.

The violet ever scents the gale,
Its hues adorn the fairest wreath;
But sweetest through a dewy veil
Its colours glow, its odours breathe.

She sings the tune in her mind, as the music of her nay echoes in her thoughts. Someday soon I might sing you for my own daughter. For now, I fight for freedom.

As she begins to drift off to sleep, the knock awakens her and she simply opens her eyes to the darkness to listen as the door is cracked open and Anekhet speaks.