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Rhia smiles at the statuesque woman's welcome and takes the seat that seems to draw itself out for her, without even appearing to notice. "Thank you, I am Rhia, a pleasure to meet you." she responds in a quiet voice that still manages the capture the attention of those nearby. "A mulled wine thank you." she orders as the bartender comes to the table.
Listening to the insistent nudging she felt at her side, Rhia rises and makes her way to the large table filled with interesting people.
Good luck everybody!
Definitely does look like it.
Congratulations all who got in
As overcast as the day is, the strange chill in the air as the tavern door opens is unmistakable. Those near the entrance feel gooseflesh rise along their skin as the air chills slightly, faint mist coming from the mouths of all in attendance as the small crowd near the door parts without truly realizing why. A slender, wraithlike figure seems to glide forward, a filmy cloak moving against the wind almost as if under water as it wraps around her form. Alongside her, almost unnoticeable, the dust tracked in by other patrons stirs as if by another pair of feet to her left and a little behind her. As she lifts her head, grey eyes,of an almost crystalline clarity gaze out of a face at once both youthful and ageless, filled with an awareness far beyond imagination. Those eyes pass over the assembled group occasionally seeming to stop on nothing, nodding to something unseen. With an almost floating fluidity, the eerily beautiful young woman practically glides across the room to find an empty table, sitting in a chair that seems to have pulled itself out for her she waits to capture a barmaid's attention.
Wow! Beautiful character sheet.
Esmerelda: You might want to bear in mind that in Ustalav, being overtly creepy can get you lynched. Just my 2 coppers
Updated, forgot to add the human +2 (placed in Charisma) Concept:
Concept is a character with a family legacy of battling the undead and evils of Ustalav, think Van Helsing. Unlike some of her more martial antecedents, Rhia has become a conduit for her family members who are all ghosts as a result of an oath sworn by a paladin predecessor that swore his bloodline would not rest while the Whispering Tyrant's influence remained. She has the Ancestor mystery allowing her to call upon the spirits of her family, the haunted curse representing those members who were not happy with life as a revenant. As an additional selling point her class abilities are all themed to enhance the effect, her shield of souls may appear as for a moment a ghostly swordsman blocking the attack aimed at her back before vanishing.
Introduction: The stairs always seemed longer after a day like this. As she made her way up to her rooms in the Van Geist manor, Rhia looked forward to a long soak in a hot bath, a much deserved reward for the hard work of the last few days. Already her brother Garrick, a Paladin of Pharasma, had made his way to the temple, before heading home to reunite with his new wife. The graveyard of the village they'd ridden to aid had finally been put to rest after a hard fought battle, and Rhia longed to have the fingerbone scratches on her leg soothed by the hot water and bath salts. A wall sconce snuffed out behind her, the work of one of the rebellious ghosts that travelled with her, a sign of her exhaustion, they were always harder to restrain when she was tired.
Without hesitation she began to disrobe, the warm air comforting, a hint of what lay in store in the water almost too hot to bear, just the way she liked it. As the last of her garments hit the floor she noticed a letter, on the dresser. As she considered letting it wait until morning, the envelope floated up off of the dresser, hovering across the room to her hand. "Fine, I'll read it now." she said in mock exasperation. She broke the seal, unfolding the parchment to find an official looking script as she read the first words "Dear Sir or Madam,
The Professor was dead. The tears came freely, the loss of a good friend striking deep until the sobs wracked her body as she knelt on the lush rug, clutching the letter to her chest. Unaware of the passage of time, she slowly rose, gently placing the letter back on her dresser and entered the bathing chamber, slowly lowering herself into the warm water. Though not quite as hot as it would have been, the water soothed her soul as much as her aching body if not more. She would sit here for a while, allowing her mind and body to relax, and then she would sleep. Because tomorrow......tomorrow she would be attending a funeral.
Crunch:
Current Notes: 17/17 HP, 1st lvl. Oracle Rhia Van der Geist
Abilities
DEFENSE
OFFENSE
CMB 2 ( BAB +1) Traits:
Subject of Study: gain a +1 bonus on
Enemy of the Dead You gain a +2 trait bonus on saving throws against any spells or spell-like abilities from an undead creature. .
Languages: Common, Elven Feats:
Class Abilities]
Spells:]
0-level (at will)
1st-level 6/day 2 known +1 (human alternate)
Gear: Oracle's kit (includes) a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, candles (10), a flint and steel, an iron pot, mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin.
Money:Coin 0p 15g 55s 0c
Background:
Everyone living in Ustalav knew the truth of their land, a country rife with undead, creatures preying on the innocent or unprepared. In the city of Karkau, the innocent have been defended and protected as best as possible by members of the Van der Geist family, tracing back to the legendary Artur Van der Geist, famed paladin of Pharasma, who led an assault against the Whispering Tyrant that it is said helped to weaken him enough for his eventual downfall. Though Artur fell he swore with his dying breath that the people of Ustalav would always have protectors. His words would turn out to be prophecy as throughout the generations his decendents would stand against the darkness, warriors and priests, wizards and paladins, the defense of the people to strive against the taint of the land was in their blood. Centuries later a warrior of the Van der Geist line would stand alongside his wife, a cleric of Pharasma as they faced a host of undead. Battling furiously they prevailed, but not before the woman was attacked by a powerful ghost attempting to possess her. Her force of will prevailed but the assault left her weak. Returning to their home she was given a clean bill of health by the clerics along with the discovery that she was one month with child.
Like her brothers she was trained in the arts of war, taught the weaknesses of the undead, yet this was not where her true talents lay. It seemed that the strength of the bloodline was such that younng Rhia acted as a conduit for those who staunchly stood by the oath, upholding the promise to battle on even beyond death. It was her unique gift for communing with her ancestors that brought her into contact with Professor Lorrimor, an expert in the unusual phenomena of the land who was studying her family's history at the time. The two became fast friends, with the Professor encouraging her to explore the extents of her gift, embracing it for what it was, both a legacy and a unique connection to those who had for one reason or another not moved on to the other side. Surrounded by the members of her family, both those who would see her fight on against the darkness and those, grudgingly held to a legacy they never wanted, she is a nexus of etereal energies, and as such, a terget for the supernatural, a role she proudly accepts as the latest in the Van der Geist line to stand against the tide of undead horrors that threaten the people. She stands fearless, because she knows that she does not stand alone. Description: Rhia Slender with a build belying her inner strength, Rhia possesses an almost ethereal air, projecting an aura of someone at once there and somewhere else. Her supernatural abilities lead her to often be looking at things others are unable to see leaving her gaze slightly unfocused, as if perpetually distracted. With her stature and build, slight yet still femininely curvy, she would seem not only somewhat delicate but harmless were it not for the slight chill that seems to surround her, pricking the goose flesh of those nearby and the occasional aura of menace tht arises from time to time, usually when she is angered, accompanied by objects being knocked over or thrown around seemingly by nothing. Rhia favors, filmy robes of light gauzy materials, trusting her ancestors to protect her from physical harm. A beautiful young woman with an unnerving gaze, both ancient and piercing, one cannot help feeling both drawn and uneasy in her presence.
And with the above scores I present Rhia |
