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So, as much as I am completely in love with this character, I really can't continue to be in six play-by-post games at once now that I have a full-time job, and some of them have to stop. This one is one of the two I've been involved in for the shortest time, so I'm going to have to drop out of the campaign. If my schedule opens up again someday, I will check back in with you all. I'd appreciate it if you sent Onna back to the surface after the current fight. Thanks for everything! -Onna
"Stay on your guard - the hex of slumber lasts only moments." Onna informs the others.
"Dreaming bear, share with this mite the gift of sleep," Onna calls out, beseeching the sleepy bear spirit who walked with her.
Just to let everyone know, I am leaving tomorrow for a 3-day pathfinder convention and will have very little time to check the forums, so I will most likely not be able to post during that time. I'll see you all again on Monday!
Onna carries her spear as she marches with the group, scanning the cavern ahead with her excellent eyesight.
I like Kayla's suggestion. Let's go with that.
Onna would like to be near the front, probably... third. Arkady should be first, then Thum (they are the strongest at melee) then Onna. I could also take up the rear, as I have excellent perception and am less likely to be surprised.
"I am not the best one for speaking," Onna says, seeing the woman's gaze on her. "But we welcome your help in finding Khonnir Baine. I am called Onna. We have agreed to help some natives who live in these caverns destroy some pests - and they have agreed to help us find Baine." She eyes Preli's weapon suspiciously. "I hope that device is in good repair. I have seen its like explode before and cause great injury."
Onna smiles at Thum's declaration. "It will be my honor to commune with the spirits on our shared path. I have not yet developed the gift of foresight - but I still think I can predict a great destiny for us."
I support getting new players who are as active as our current crop. I do think that we could move along faster if we didn't need a vote every time something came up.
"My sisters are my family, and I will join them when my time comes." Onna replies. "Many of my sisters have been the brides of chieftains, but the Onna cannot bear children. I have been with the tribe since my awakening - before that, I have no memory. Before me was the Owl Onna - she passed peacefully from age, and our body lay for two moons in the sacred caves near our homeland. When I awoke, first conscious of this world, Ôka was there to greet me. When I touched him, I could see into the spirit world, and the Owl Onna taught me who I was."
"Nay, only the Onna are reborn. There are trials aplenty in the next life for the rest of the tribe. Each Onna shares this face, this flesh." Onna leans her head to the side, revealing a gash on her neck where the beautiful nanite circuitry of her flesh is marred by a jagged scar from an animal's bite. "The Onna four generations before me gained this scar from a plains-tiger. Her spirit animal was the mighty mammoth - she whispers secrets of strength and beast-wrestling to me in my sleep." She smiles. "Someday I will teach a new Onna, when she inherits this flesh. My hope is that I am wise and have much to teach when I pass into spirit."
Onna smiles at Thum's artistic rendering. "A potato, but a mighty-looking potato indeed," she jokes. Taking the metal fragment, she scrapes a representation of her own face into the stone. Her motions are precise and rigid, but she produces an impressive facsimile of her face on the stone. "I'm afraid I've never thought about how to spell my name in the city-tongue. Hmm," she thinks for a moment, before scribing "ONNA" in wide, symmetrical letters. Beneath it, she draws a skunk. "It would not be me if not for Ôka's face too," she says, tickling the skunk's chin on her shoulder. The little mammal closes his eyes, enjoying the attention. "Each Onna is chosen by a different spirit animal when she is reborn. Ôka is mine. In my dreams I dance with my sisters who came before me in this flesh."
Onna looks at the strange metalbeast quizzically. "What is your primary directive?" she asks suspiciously.
Onna pulls a silverdisk out of the pile, showing it to Thum. "This looks valuable. I've seen traders using these like coin." Having found an appropriate target for her search, Onna methodically overturns every fragment of the rubble pile, moving from the left side to the right. When she reaches the end, she has seven in all. "That is all of them," she announces definitively.
"I know the city merchants like these strange sky-metals," Onna says, sifting through the debris, her eyes flicking mechanically from one discarded gadget to the next. "What purpose do they use them for? What crafts were forged in the purple fires of Torch with these scraps?"
"I am not one for words. I will stay." Onna replies.
Onna quickly follows Adrien and his pet metalbeast. "The wall!" she exclaims. Holding her spear, she looks at the huts, trying to see if any enemies lurk within.
"Very well. Let us search deeper in these caves for Khonnir Baine." Onna moves back towards the cave where the group had been blinded.
Onna glares defiantly into the large metal eye of the creature. Metalbeasts were among the most deadly of Numeria's inhabitants, and were prone to strange, violent actions from the stories she had been told by both her clansfolk and by her spirit-sisters. She was not convinced this one was harmless, but she decided to trust Adrien for now. She would keep an eye on it, though. Stowing her weapon once more, Onna turns her attention to the strange humanoid shapes, moving over to inspect them more closely.
We should just be consistent. High rolls are always good. So a d100 roll of a 19 will miss a person with 20% concealment, while a 23 will hit. Same with 50% concealment - a 50 or less misses, a 51 or higher hits.
"Your pet metalbeast is a fearsome warrior, Adrien." Onna observes, eyeing the construct warily. "You are sure of its loyalty? I would not relish fighting it if it decided we looked tasty."
"It seems everything in this cave seeks to kill us!" Onna exclaims, flipping her spear around, bringing the heavy stone weight on the butt to bear, reasoning that it's less likely that a piercing blade will damage such gelatinous foes.
"That does not appear to be Khonnir Baine. What are those things? Are they a danger?"
"It looks like a holy mark, but I do not know the signs of the gods that cityfolk worship," Onna replies. "But before we search downstream, there is a passage we missed. We should check it." Her vision returned, she hefted her spear and prepared to march back down the tunnel.
"The spirit who walks with me this day knows only sleep and dreams. This blindness should fade before I have the chance to commune with another," Onna replies. When the creature's apparel and branding is described to her, Onna's hangs grip her spear with anger and her skunk companion's fur stands on end, mirroring her rage. "Slavers." she mutters, vitriol evident in her voice.
"I cannot see! This monster is wounded, though! Destroy it!" cried Onna, holding her spear between where she last saw the monster and herself. She steps back, bringing her hand to the wound as she asks the spirits to banish her injury.
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As the foul-smelling musk splattered directly onto the creature's wide, bulbous eyes, everyone in the chamber could smell the horrible stench.
Luckily, the explorers had gotten the drop on the creature. Onna joined Thüm in battle, bringing her weapon to bear on the amphibious newcomer. "So much for a warm welcome," she began, thrusting the weapon's point home with a grunt, "I wonder if Baine encountered this much resitance."
Onna makes her way over to Ulok, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you lost a friend," she said. "She was a fighter - her spirit will be strong. It will find its way to the next life." Holding her hand above the body, she began to chant softly. "Spirits of the Garr clan, your daughter joins you. Welcome her, guide her, show her along the winding path. Parda, whether it be glory or peace you seek, may you find it."
"Might be from one of the other expeditions," Onna remarks, looking for a way forward through the cave formation.
Onna quietly cleans off her spear. Her face doesn't show it, but inwardly, she's excited by her combat prowess so far. She's sparred with members of her tribe, but has little actual experience in battle.
"These are not native creatures?" Onna inquires. Focus. Remember the Hawk's lessons, she thinks to herself, recalling the many nights she has spent in communion with the Hawk Onna, the most ferocious warrior among her spiritual ancestors. She grabs her weighted spear with both hands, bringing the point down on the beetle's back.
I set my display name on roll20 to Onna.
Onna clambers out of the water, shaking herself off. The first thing she checks is her skunk, who proves he is much more accomplished at drying himself, sending a shower of water onto everyone nearby. She politely declines Thum's offer of water. I've had enough water for one day, she thinks. "He'll certainly hear that if he's anywhere near the entrance," Onna remarked. It did not occur to her that anything else lurking in the caverns might have overheard.
Seeing no need to delay, Onna checks her weapons and equipment to ensure nothing will come loose in the water. That the water is tainted is obvious, though she does not suffer the same discomfort as the others. Ensuring that Ôka, her skunk companion, is secured, she wades into the water and begins to swim ahead, checking as she does to make sure that the little animal can breathe as well. The darkness beneath the water's surface does not impede her, and she does her best to swim directly through the submerged passage.
"It is a fool who doubts the spirits' power," Onna remarked. Like Tio, she seemed to be simply stating a fact, rather than expressing any malice toward the arcanist. To Onna, spirit-magic was simply a way of life.
"If we do become trapped, worry not. The spirits can provide me with similar magic for breathing water, though it would take time to prepare."
Eager to get into the caves, Onna speaks up. "That you may, Joram Kyte. I am called Onna. The Councillor, your chieftain, sends us to follow Khonir Baine and return him to Torch. We are told your magic can aid us in passing through the water blocking our way."
"Baine can investigate it after we rescue him," Onna piped up. She puzzled over what could even be gained from looking into the hill. They were just a rescue mission, weren't they? This city-dwelling Councillor could do his own research, she decided.
In the morning, Onna rises with the sun, meditating to commune with the spirits. She calls out to The Dreamer, a lazy and slothful bear spirit with the power to send people into a restful slumber. Her spirit animal guided her into the trance that would allow her to prepare her magic, imbuing her with the nascent power of the sleepy bear's dreams. The spirit dreamed of sweet berries in a thick bramble, so the bramble's thick vines and thorns became Onna's weapons and armor in her magic.
"I think he would be angrier if we let it break you," Onna said. She looked the young woman over. "You look alright, are you hurt?" Assuming she responds that she's fine, Onna continues. "Speaking of your father, we're going to look for him. What can you tell us of his visits to the cave?"
"Now we see if metal beasts can bleed." Onna hefted her spear (having drawn it as soon as she heard the scream earlier), charging forward at the mechanical monster. As the point of the spear buried itself somewhere in the machine's chassis, the young woman yanked it free, sending a spray of bolts and fragments of metal flying.
Don't be so self-deprecating. :P It's a technicality that anyone could have slipped up on (in fact, I wouldn't have even thought twice if someone hadn't mentioned it).
Androids should already be susceptible to charm person, with or without the Impossible bloodline. We're humanoids, and we're not immune to mind-affecting spells. It does bypass an android's +4 against mind-affecting spells, though!
I've made that same mistake on multiple characters, otherwise I wouldn't have known either.
Personally, I'd agree with the GM on this and rule the Impossible Bloodline such that it simply knocks off the "mind-affecting" tag from your compulsion spells. So you can affect them with charm person, or suggestion, but they retain their other immunities.
"I am ready. Let us speak with Baine's daugher."
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