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I'll toss my hat in the ring with a tweaked version of Rikka here (Ulfen Human Tattooed Sorcerer). Her backstory and description are still valid. I'll likely be changing her familiar and some feats.
Hi guys, Sorry for the disappearing act. There have been a stack of changes at work: our group was re-org'd, got moved to a new department - which doubled our area of responsibilities, and we acquired a new Director with 'big ideas'. I went heads down to knock out some critical objectives hoping that I could come up for breath in just a couple weeks *hollow laugh*. Unfortunately, more stuff keeps getting tossed on my plate faster than I can clear projects. At this point, I'm going to be working like crazy until some time in May - at a guess. So, I'm going to have to drop out of every game for the foreseeable future. If you've already replaced my character or dropped me... that is totally fine and I apologize for the inconvenience and for not digging myself out of this work pile earlier to let you know my situation. If you've been generous enough to NPC my character in my absence - thank you for keeping the faith and I'm doubly sorry that I can't come back to pick up where I left off. You have every right to berate me, so feel free to scourge me via PM. I won't put up a fight, I've earned it. Again, I'm quite sorry for leaving you all in the lurch and I'll hope to play with you good folks again at some point in the future. Thanks,
Rikka pushes forward . Understanding only snippets of the conversation, she doesn't bother with the finer points of right and wrong. Her new ally is under attack so her response is to defend him. She sends two beams of energy at the rats besieging Klo.
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Sorry for the absence. I was traveling over the holidays and my laptop chose that time to crap out. I've got things sorted now and rebuilt my character cheat-sheets. I'll try to catch up quickly and post in the next day. Sorry again.
Rikka considers the matter and then says to Tassidar for translation. "Please tell him that I am a stranger to his ways. How would his people settle such a debt? Is there something he would value that we may have? Is there a favor I can do in return?" She laughs, "Would he like a tattoo?" She shows a few of her more modestly placed tattoos.
Rikka runs a hand through her unkempt hair and looks thoughtful. "A hunt may cause you to stray too far from the safety of the road. If the town is but a few hours ahead, I say we press on."
"I've also got a blanket and bedroll."
Rikka nods to the strange creature. "Thank you for helping. We owe you and your family a debt." She nods politely to the 'female' in passing, heads for one of the large trees, and starts climbing.
"I think getting off the trail - at least a bit - might be better than camping on it. Given our host... no fires." She begins to follow the strange creature.
Rikka is vaguely saddened that the play of light and glamer is over. Given the ever-present dangers of her snow-bound home, it was nice to run across creatures of mischief in a meeting that didn't end in spilt blood. She manipulates the energy of her own creation to make the figure bow then trip and fall. When it hits the ground, the motes of light disperse. The sorceress makes a friendly wave in the direction of the laughter indicated by Knute. Much as she'd like to walk over and meet the fey in person, she respects their choice of distance. She looks at the distressed Stirgen, amused by his predicament. "The dweomer will wear off soon enough. I suspect the spirit in which the gift is given is more important to them than the value of it."
Sorry for vanishing and not giving notice. My ISP turned the bandwidth spigot down to 'pathetic trickle' and it made it nearly impossible to access Paizo. It looks like my ISP is starting to fix the problem so I'll try to catch up with the game this evening. Feel free to bot me if needed. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Rikka calls upon an innate ability and conjures forth a figure made of glowing blue tendrils of smoke, similar in shape - if not composition - to the one approaching Halla. She works her seiðr, giving her figure comically large ears and attempts to make it caper towards the other figure.
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Rikka chuckles at the 'figure', deliberately making light of the situation. "That's a fine glamer to be sure! I think I can even make a similar one if you'll give me a moment. Shall we make them dance together?"
Yeppers! We did cocktails and prime rib.
Rikka watches the figure manifest and...
Rikka watches Stirgen shrink and says to no one in particular, "Well, that didn't take long." She glances at the pig beside her, "Let's go." In no particular hurry, Rikka and Sausage saunter along the road watching the bushes and grass along the way for signs of mischievous fey.
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Rikka finds the wispy tongue effect startling and delightful. She recaps the jug and places it carefully in her pack. He scowls as Stirgen just keeps going, "You think he will stop at some point?" By way of response, the seiðr worker makes a small gesture indicating the strange land. "Stop or be stopped. He may end up stomping more grapes if he isn't careful."
Rikka watches Stirgen press on with amusement. She pops the cork on the jug, sniffs at it cautiously before touching just a bit of it to her tongue, then casts a glance at Klo. "Did the satyr say what sort of potion would be your 'reward'?"
Rikka adds one of the little golden 'grapes' of dwarf-make to the pile of shrine offerings. While she waits for the others, Rikka weaves a spell over her new jug of gods-know-what.
Rikka picks up the jug Stirgen discarded as she begins walking. "Since the trail is the only safe course, following it until we must leave it seems best." The sorceress carefully avoids discussing the vagaries of time in different planes, lest it cause even more concern about matters that cannot be helped. But she imagines that long years may pass in Hofn before they return to it.
Guys, I'm going to be mostly offline Saturday through Monday. Please bot me as needed. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Rikka steps between Klo and the satyr, facing the former with a hand up-raised. "I understand your anger but stay your weapon, friend. We have gained your freedom in exchange for the promise of information we need and that no harm comes to this creature in the exchange."
"What ... uhhhh ... what is going on?" Rikka answers the question matter-of-factly, "Your will was confounded and your body slaved to the satyr's ensorcelment... for some time. Now, you are free."
Seeing few good options, save agreeing to the deal or gutting the satyr and losing what useful information he could provide, Rikka approaches Eysteinn. "In the end, the choice must be yours. But if you worry that he won't abide by the agreement, I may be able to ease that concern." Rikka plants her spear in the earth and approaches the satyr without weapons. She comes to within an intimate distance of the creature. Her tone is matter-of-fact, not threatening, cajoling, or even particularly emotional, "You seem a mischievous creature. That's a fine thing. But in my experience, mischievous creatures sometimes forget their oaths when those who exacted them are out of sight. You should know that I - and others of those here - are not like that. We never forget our oaths and we hold others to theirs. I am a seiðkonur - 'sorceress' in more familiar tongues. More than that, I am a daughter of dragons. Like my forebearers, I hold all vows sacred and vengeance is exacted for any broken vow." She looks the satyr in the eye for a long moment. "Do I need to tell you what my dragon's blood will demand of me if you fail in any way to honor the spirit of the promises you make here?"
Rikka finds her growing dislike for the satyr leads to a distrust in it's words.
Rikka raises an amused eyebrow at the satyr's proposal. "Perhaps after we've rescued the young ones; It would be impolite of me to renege on my commitment to these people."
Rikka watches cautiously, "Yeah, those don't appear to be willing grape-stompers."
Rikka frowns at the beauty of the place and quietly quotes something she drowsily sang in Hofn what seems a lifetime ago... Where the wandering water gushes
She concludes with her own thoughts. "This is a faery realm. Perhaps a child escaped here, or maybe those were fae footprints we saw. Orks would dare this crossing? Well, maybe if they are allied with some evil fae..."
Hi! I'm still here... just catching up on the ridiculous load of work email accrued while I was gone. I'll try to post tonight. Sorry for the delay.
Rikka stays low behind the pews but moves to follow Eysteinn.
Rikka transfers her light to Thorgal's sword, then escorts Sausage and his unconscious cargo to a concealed spot before secreting herself.
Rikka frowns at the stretched out line of warriors, seeing the danger in it. With a stifled curse, she sends the glowing orbs following Leif to hold position in the center of the room then stalks back to the fallen elf. She growls, "This part, I fv<king hate." and then - heedless of her audience - she pulls off her coat and yanks her shirt up until it is around her neck. Most of her pale skin is etched with the elaborate and colorful image of a dragon that writhes up from beneath her trousers, coils across her back, launches over her shoulder, and ends with a fanged head and claws over and around her breasts. Between her shoulder blades an oddly contrasting image appears - a stylized line tattoo in black and white of a bristling boar with tusks. It races along the dragon's back. The boar image shifts then begins to move. It faces outward and leaps. As it does so, Rikka's pale skin stretches, taking on the shape of the boar trying to burst free from the sorceress' back. It thrashes and pulls at her skin. Rikka tenses and grunts against the pull of the beast. With a loud snap of rebounding skin and a scream torn from Rikka, the creature emerges and lands on the floor in the form of her tattooed posterboard pig. The sorceress takes a moment to recover as her skin goes from a stinging red back to its normal shade of pale. She drops her shirt, puts her jacket back on, and looks at the female warrior next to her. "Help me get the elf on Sausage's back. He can carry him for awhile. We're not leaving anyone behind... yet."
Status: [ooc]HP: 7 / 12 | AC:12 = 12+0
1st Spells (5): xxx Dancing Light (3): x
Rikka moves forward and tries to confound the senses of the ork.
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Rikka calls on the dark powers and the oil is drawn back into the stones as if it never existed. She hustles through the doorway and rounds the corner to bring Lief in sight where she sends eldritch lights to surround the youth.
"Apologies, Thorgal, the oil drawn from the stone cannot be undrawn. But the bird said that all the paths converge. If you take the door on the right, it may take you to Lief. In the meantime..." Rikka takes a running start and leaps across the grease slick. From the far side, she looks down the corridor and send a set of lights dancing around Lief.
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Hey folks,
Rikka watches the orks scatter. Unfortunately, with the interwoven network of chambers, it could be an attempt to flank, get to the children, or combine forces. There was simply no way to tell. She spins and casts a spell at the newest flanker.
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Rikka prepares to cast a spell on the first ork that comes into range and threatens Lief or Thorgal.
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Too far and too many people in the way... Rikka weaves a spell and oil seeps from the stone beneath the orks' feet.
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Rikka comes back through the door and shuts it quietly, looking uncharacteristically excited. Her look fades to seriousness seeing Halla's gesture and seriousness.
Rikka moves back into the bird room and closes the door before speaking with the bird. She points in the general direction of the dark and stinking room. "Ancient One, what can you tell me of the room over there? It seems that once it was used to mirror the night sky. Do you know if the orks use it as a midden now? What do you know of the tree room? Which exit leads to more quickly to the orks, if you know?"
Rikka weaves a spell to confound the ork's mind, hopefully providing an opportunity for the warriors to cut it down.
Rikka motions the bird to silence - politely - and prays it accepts the direction. She then stands and moves around the cage to the side closest to the door.
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