Writing in her book again, and holding it aloft at Bree-Bran, Pythia gives a grunt. Im sure. I doubt I could lift a weapon such as that, let alone wield it. I prefer to stand back and take the pain for my friends. I must keep vigilant, so that I can keep up the healing. My strongest weapon is my wand.
Pythia gives a gruff giggle at Suhalia, pouring herself another glass of floral tea. I'm sure he wasn't speaking of you, but rather the antics of our mutual acquaintance with a love for bladed objects over there. Our fiery newcomer may well need to visit a temple of Calistria or Arshea to get over his nervousness though. I'm sure one of us could cure hime of anything he might pick up.
Pythia would be geniunely upset that you drew down on an ally, but would reseat herself as the weapon is sheathed. She will keep Avelina in peripheral vision for the time being. Pythia reseats herself, and finishes her drink. She then looks to see if Suhalia is still nearby. In her book, she writes: This is what I spoke of. I was born disfigured as well as deaf. I love my scales, but wish communication wasn't my weak suit.
With a sigh, which pushes blue flame from the bottom of her mask, Pythia stands and points at Avelina. If Avelina and every one within a 20 foot radius could make Will saves at DC 20... Spellcraft DC 17:
Spellcraft DC 17 identifies the effect of a Silent Calm Emotions spell being cast At this point, Pythia removes her mask revealing her somewhat draconic visage. She appears to be a humanoid with the face of a Brass Dragon, eyes glowering. Blue flames roil from her mouth as she gives off a somewhat quiet growl. She spins, grabs her book and scribbles frantically, shoving it out from herself at Avelina once finished. Knowledge: Planes DC 10:
Pythia is an Aasimar of Agathian descent. Knowledge: Local DC 10:
Pythia is an Oracle healer of the Sarenite church, that has recently taken up the mantle of Paladin. You draw your blade, on an ally, in our own faction house? Shame on you Mendevian! Sheath your sword or have it taken from you until your departure!
The stranger in the corner pulls a book and pen from a pouch at her waist. Flipping it to an empty page, and writing quickly before waving Suhalia over. After writing a moment she pushes the book across the table, and begins preparing a second glass. Anyone within 15' can easily read the flowing script, as it is written large enough to not be difficult to read at such a range. Please, sit, join me for some tea. You seem much too excited, and tea calms the nerves. It seems we may have a shadowdancing Tiefling in our midst, if I saw correctly.Madam Dralneen has some... Interesting... Works of "art."
Sitting in the corner of the room, a woman covered from head to toe sits drinking an iced beverage through a metal tube going under the tiger-faced mask she wears. Upon inspection, one might notice that she is wearing a breastplate, and has a holy symbol of Sarenrae around her neck. Her golden eyes flit back and forth as different people speak, as if watching each person as they speak. She seems to have decided to not join into the conversation at this time.
nosig wrote: I notice no one has pointed out the problem of Reading Lips with a speaker who is a Tengu... Nosig, I have journeyed with Tengu, and being deaf, it is indeed impossible to tell whether they are speaking, or if they are just cawing at nothing at all. all I get is "Clack, clackity-clack clakack." I have a journal page that simply says "TRANSLATION PLEASE!?" because of the many Tengu in my area... |
