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I'm sorry, but I don't think this is gonna work out. Most of the posts have been when I'm working or asleep, and when I do get a free chance the scene's already been skipped or I've been botted, so in all honesty I don't think I can reliably contribute to this game.
"Well, this is... an occurrence," Rhava thinks aloud as she watches the men frantically chase off after the Pugwampi.
"On it." Rahav responds, still blinking as eyes her adjust. Time to earn my keep.
[b]"Those bring bad luck, right? Or was it they like to break complex and expensive things?"[/n] Rahav asks to no one in particular as she heads off towards where Zastoran pointed, blinking her eyes reflexively as Ohrmizd floods the area with light.
"... friends?"
"I can scout and sneak... but when the people I'm with get caught that doesn't account for much. I'm also decent with a blade, I prefer being aware of my opponent and openings rather than flying into a frenzy." she tells.
"That is the mundane name for it ,yes. The stories there were more entertaining if I had to guess, my mother came to this plane because it was more hospitable to her kind she told me." Rahav explains to the warming Inquisitor. "As for Filliped... I don't know, but I don't have high hopes for him or any of the others. Too many screams."
As the Sylph leads her around the monastery Rahav feels more at ease, smiling when they come upon the goats, a smile that turns into a smirk when he brings up the wannabe thief.
"So hit and one run tactics to eliminate key targets and destabilize the town before taking it?" Rahav thinks aloud.
"Tech. Nic. Ally." she flatly responds when Heshan calls her a Geniekin. "I'm an Undine, my grandmother is a great Dragon of the Brine from The Boundless Sea." "Yes, thank you," She tells Ohrmzid as she takes the offered hand, shaking she is still careful as she grips him with her clawed hand.
"I did not say that." she responds when asked about being a Pathfinder. "Some of the Lions of Senara were, Filliped, he was a bard, he liked to chronicle things and write things and talk about things. I just like diving into ruins and shipwrecks and exploring." Stew sounded wonderful right now, anything did honestly, but she didn't know how much they had and if there would be enough for an tagalong.
"A thousand thank yous," she gratefully tells Zastoren after she's healed, becoming much more lively it shows in her long finned tails as it begins to sway on it's own.
At the man's-some sort of priest apparently-words Rahav was heartened for a moment. A moment later she tried not to let her disappointment show. "I have no idea what that is. I'm an Undine." "I wasn't able to commit much of this place to memory before it all went to hell, but I remember seeing a few oddities among the Gnolls. A vicious goat man, in the mill I saw a flying wolf deer thing nesting, and across from the mill I saw a winged woman flying to."
”Because I can’t make a run for it in my condition and the Gnolls enjoy hunting me.” Rahav flatly tells Manuun. ”They were an adventuring company from Cheliax, some were Pathfinders, I joined up with them when they came south and were exploring some sunken ruins off the coast.“ She resists arching a brow when Ormizd’s mood changes at the mention of treasure. ”Supposedly. We didn’t get a chance to explore. Haleen doesn’t ring any bells” At Heshan’s kinder fretting she smiles, showing off her sharp teeth. ”A thousand thank yous.” At the Inquisitor’s offer she gives him a look. ”If you have any healing I could try, it’s hard enough for me to breathe and talk as is.”
Rahav blinks occasionally, gazing at each of the newcomers as they pile into the room and begin questioning her. ”Lady of Pugwampis... sure. My name is Rahav and I’m... I was a member of the Lions of Senara. We came here searching for the treasure in the ruined temple but the forces were too much for us and we were captured. They’ve been picking us off one by one. I’m all that’s left.”
”... wait, you’re not a Gnoll? What are you doing here?” a hoarse yet feminine voice calls out as Manuun approaches and speaks. Her skin is blue with various patchy bits of scales, with unnervingly bright blue eyes. |
