"Anathema! Druids?!? Idolators and false prophets! All who know her know Lalali-Puy is the true savior of the growing places of Athas. In all the Table Lands, mighty Gulg is the beacon of prosperity and natural wonder!"
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Netoa is complete, though still has cp to spend on Misc. supplies. I have taken the Undead Crusader trait from the Mummy's Mask Player's Guide, personally reflavored for Netoa thus: Undead Crusader: Your goddess reveres life and living things, and the threat of an undead army pouring out of Nibenay is a constant rumor in Gulg. Having studied captured undead creatures, you have assessed their strengths, weaknesses and forms. You gain a +1 trait bonus on damage rolls against undead creatures. In addition, you gain a +1 trait bonus on Knowledge (religion) checks, and that skill is always a class skill for you.
This Netoa, OSW's Inquisitor [Witch Hunter] (or nganga, Gulg's "templars"). By your leave Dragon, here is a scene - apologies for any liberties I have taken with Prince Ninshabur... Netoa and the Prince:
The mul guards brought the slave before Ninshabur, and threw her roughly onto the sand. She fell to her knees, faceplanted, and almost keeled over sideways before struggling to right herself, arms pinioned at the elbows behind her back.
Netoa spat sand out of her mouth with an unheard epithet. Ninshabur himself, eh. Here's trouble. Not that I lack for that. "You, slave. What are you? A demon of the Silt Sea edge? Guards. Make it look at me?!?" A mul roughly passed a bone whip-handle under her neck and pulled her head up to seek the eyes of her lord and master, Prince Ninshabur of House Eannatum. Her eyes burned, but she dulled them to appear less of a threat, or at least, subservient. The foolish paint they applied to her face to make her seem savage cracked as the mul pulled on the whip-handle, throttling her. His tone was equal parts rough and wheedling. "This is the one they call the Gulgite Gouge, master. Balican's sold her to your humble gladiatorium a scorch or so passed, an' she ain't dead yet." The prince's eyes widened imperceptibly. Netoa grunted, struggling to breathe. "Nglet lee skeek" she managed. "Wha? the mul returned, pulling his head closer to hers. She butted him with all her might, sending him a pace back and nearly over. He roared, and she felt the fury of his lash on her skin as another burning stripe. The prince, high above the sand in his personal viewing box roared with laughter. He waved away an odious templar that had been whispering in his ear. "Hoho! The Gulgite has spirit. Lalali-puy would miss you." The prince paused, considering her. "Let her speak." Netoa raised herself up with as much pride as she could, hobbled and kneeling as she was. She cast a glare at the mul cradling his head, who returned a glare with as much promise. "Prince Ninshabur. It is no secret you are sending slaves elsewhere with much purpose. I would serve you in this endeavour. My mistress Lalai-Puy would see my return, but that can wait. Let me succeed for you, and you can thereby take the measure of Gulg." His smile was cold, and did not reach his eyes. "Oh, I have your measure, Netoa Sebahra. I know you are an nganga, and serve only your Goddess....Still, for now you are my asset, my puppet, my thing. You will do as I command!" Her eyes widened as he intoned her name, and title. Goddess, provide strength and succour. I will not fail you again!... The profile is mostly done - just can't easily consult the conversion PDF on my phone... |