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Having dropped her opponent, Rishkarri lunges at the Saurian threatening the cart-pullers, blade flashing as she charges forth.
Razorclaw follows suit, as does the elemental, attacking one final time before collapsing in a pile of earth and rubble that sinks into the ground.
The druid, leopard, and elemental all work as one, a whirlwind of blade, claws, fangs and earth trying to bring the beasts down.
Rishkarri's droning chant rises to a crescendo, and the earth at her feet erupts. It whirls up, taking a roughly humanoid form the size of a child, forming itself from dirt, grass, and pebbles. It swings its approximation of a fist at the closest foe, trailing dust and debris as it attacks.
Rishkarri, meanwhile, draws her scimitar and slashes wildly at the creature before her. Her swing is savage, aiming for damage rather than precision, attempting to take the Saurian down as quickly as possible - and she bares her teeth in a feral grin as it seems to work. She snarls at Razorclaw, spurring the leopard into action.
Razorclaw takes note of his master's command, lunging at his foe in a flurry of teeth and claws.
Hey, when did Paizo include a strikethrough tag? This is great, because now I can cross off my spells rather than just deleting them :D
The druid mimicks the actions of her companion as the chirping begins - ears slide back, teeth bare in a snarl. She hisses a warning to Razorclaw, who flattens himself into the grass to the side of the trail, and begins a strange, droning, wordless chant. Her eyes roll back in her head as a strange rumbling comes from the earth at her feet.
Rishkarri nods eagerly, glancing again toward the jungle. It's evident she's eager to get moving.
"Rishkarri," the druid says, inclining her head slightly. She then nods to her leopard, adding, "Razorclaw." She offers nothing more to the conversation, but looks questioningly at her companions. The discomfort is evident on her face; she seems to be twitching towards the jungle, as if eager to get moving. Razorclaw sniffs at the dinosaur bones, but at a hiss from Rishkarri, he draws back, sitting at her feet.
Still here, still eager to play! I'll scootch on over to gameplay now and catch up.
Rishkarri tilts her head curiously at the conversation between the cat-people. "We've survived," she says hoarsely. "The jungle has been kind. Nothing more."
Rishkarri eats dinner silently, and bathes, scrubbing the caked dirt and blood from Razorclaw's pelt with the used bathwater. While she herself doesn't quite smell so offensive now, her hair is still tangled. She attempts to comb her fingers through it before giving up, and approaching the cat-woman she'd been travelling with. "Cut?" she asks, pointing to the matted mass of hair. ------------------- The next morning, she rises earlier than the others, spending an hour on the dirt outside in meditation. After locking away her magic for the day, she stands by the gate, pacing restlessly.
Glad to see you back, Shanosuke. =)
Rishkarri has a bath and a hot meal, but she seems agitated the entire time, as though she isn't used to such things. She speaks little to Nyx, finding she has little to say, opting instead to nod, shake her head when appropriate, and give short responses when neither gesture will suffice. As nervous as she seems, Razorclaw seems worse - the leopard refuses to sit still, instead pacing back and forth. The next morning, the pair seem well and truly ready to depart.
Rishkarri grudgingly decides to follow the others, casting longing glances back towards the jungle as she does so.
Made it home, and levelled Rishkarri in HeroLab. I'll update the profile, but here's the lowdown: HP: +8 (1/2 D8 + 1 + 2 Con + 1 favoured class)
Still at my partner's, but I managed to get my tablet connected to the wi-fi. Much better than using a smartphone. I'll be home later tonight, and will level Rishkarri then. Shanosuke, did you have a ruling on Razorclaw and healing potions? As Nyx pointed out, a person only receives half the healing if someone pours the potion into their mouth, but a leopard doesn't have opposable thumbs, so there's no way he'd be able to manipulate the potion himself.
The Druid shrugs off her harness with as much haste as she can muster, stepping away from it quickly. She glances around at the village. Civilization. She isn't used to such things. She crouches, drawing Razorclaw close for comfort. For his part, the leopard seems equally distressed. Rishkarri looks at her companions inquisitively. "Staying?" she asks brusquely.
I won't be able to level until I'm back at my computer,which will be in about 36 hours. May not be able to post until then either, but we'll see how we go.
I honestly don't know, actually. I'll leave that up to the GM. A cat wouldn't be able to manipulate the potion flask on its own, so either way, the animal companion needs help drinking it. If the GM decides he only gets half healing from it, I'll go with that and change it accordingly.
The druid takes her potions, immediately chugging one. She slips her less potent potion back into her pouch, nodding her thanks to the strange frog-man as her wounds start to close over.
Tucking one of the remaining potions away for later use, she whistles shrilly to her animal companion, who limps out from behind the pile of bodies. She pulls the cork, grips the neck of the flask in her teeth, and pours it into her cupped hands, crouching so that the leopard can drink. The cat does so gratefully, rubbing his head against her empty hands when finished. Rishkarri looks him over, frowns at his fur still matted with blood, and in a gentle voice, breathes the words of a healing spell, closing all but the most stubborn small cuts.
That done, she purrs to the beast, scratches him around the ears, and stands, pulling on a harness. The jungle has made her strong, but the harness makes her feel like a bound animal, and her agitation is apparent.
Sounds good. That was a pretty rough match.
The druid sees herself running out of options. Raptors on both sides, Razorclaw fleeing... she weaves nimbly to one side, positioning herself away from one, and next to the one the snake-woman had struck with an arrow, slashing at it with her scimitar. ,
Rishkarri hisses in annoyance, clutching at her wounded arm. Thankfully, it isn't her strong one, and she whips her scimitar around in a hissing arc at her foe. After doing so, she shifts herself away from the raptor, drawing a potion from a pouch on her belt. , The leopard at her side is in a bad way - moreso now that the dog has vanished back into the essence of the wilds. Battered and bleeding, he backs away from the raptor, attempting to hide behind the cart.
The Druid snarls, swinging her blade at the raptor. , The leopard and the dog, meanwhile, continue attempting to give the other raptor merry hell. ,
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The drid shrugs, growls an order to her companion, then draws her scimitar, watching.
The druid nods at the snake-woman. With her leopard at her side, she watches the paths ahead, keeping her eyes peeled for danger.
If pulling:
If scouting:
Rishkarri follows quietly, Razorclaw slinking behind.
The druid nods, crouching beside the patch of undergrowth hiding her friend. After a few moments of her muttering and gesturing, the leopard stands, shaking off his coat, and obediently takes a place at her side. The two head off in front, waiting for the others. Rishkarri makes sure to draw her shield and scimitar, just in case.
The druid narrows her eyes, and mutters to those around her. "Hooting. Dilophosaurus. Spits poison. Could be calling others. Won't attack if we stay together. Need to get in the open. Faster than we are in the jungle." She casts her eyes over the others, lingering on Razorclaw. "He smells it. Must be close. We move together. Keep watching." Though this is the most she's spoken, her speech is still short and fractured.
Rishkarri glances down at Razorclaw and makes a strange noise to him. The leopard takes notice, flattening himself into the undergrowth.
Rishkarri keeps a hand on her scimitar, watching the predator. She stands on the outside of the circle, protecting her wounded companions - mostly the leopard. She prepares herself to strike it if it comes too close.
The druid watches her companion closely, noting the way his eyes keep flicking around, the hairs on his neck rise, and the soft growl coming from his throat. She matches pace with the human male - the one everyone seems to be following - catching his arm and muttering in low tones, in a voice coarse from disuse. "Something follows. Big." The leopard at her side growls as if in affirmation.
Rishkarri shrugs indifferently. She doesn't say anything, but impatience is evident in her mannerisms.
Rishkarri starts awake as the cat-woman nudges her, hand flying to her scimitar. Seeing who it is, she simply nods in response, rousing her companion and also slinking into the foliage.
The Druid watches the others carefully, then takes a seat, pacing around a few times first to flatten the grass. Razorclaw does the same, before settling into her lap to sleep. Rishkarri nods to the snake woman, watching her closely.
Rishkarri mewls to Razowclaw, and the leopard follows her as she rejoins the others. She watches the others, silent. She still hasn't said a word.
The druid cleans her scimitar on the grass, then crouches next to her leopard, purring reassuringly. The cat blinks up at her, nuzzling into her side with a small mewl of pain. Rishkarri sighs, knowing she is unable to do anything more for now. She looks over the others, and gives a curt nod, as if to say "job well done". She then looks over the raptor corpses, trying to remember whether their meat is good to eat or not.
Razorclaw attacks the raptor three times, first sinking his teeth into its flesh, then slashing at it with both paws. He bounces around as he attacks, keeping light on his paws, trying to bring the creature down. ,
His human, meanwhile, swings her blade at the other dinosaur, snarling in a bestial manner as she does so. ,
Rishkarri growls and snarls at Razorclaw, pointing to the raptor by the male catfolk, directing him to attack. She then charges at the raptor by the snake-woman, swinging her scimitar in a deadly arc.
The leopard, hearing the command, runs at the other raptor by the strange furry person, skidding to a stop and sinking his teeth into the beast's leg. ,
Razorclaw snarls at the cut, but it doesn't bother him as much as the others did. He continues attacking, practically a blur of fur and claws. ,
The druid closes the distance to the same raptor, swinging her scimitar at it with a feral growl, as if to say nobody touches my friend and lives. , ,
Razorclaw yowls in pain as the claws slash at his flesh. Bloodied and limping, the leopard nevertheless snarls as he attacks back with equal force, bestial rage burning in his eyes.
Rishkarri, not currently being attacked, sees two raptors attacking the female catfolk. She starts yowling and making strange gestures in the air, reaching out to one of them, entreating it to join her, before moving in to aid her companion.
Rishkarri watches silently, staying perfectly still, while Razorclaw flattens himself into the undergrowth.
Rishkarri kneels silently beside Razorclaw, pulling aside his armour to check his wound. She growls in anger as she sees the blood still flowing, and mutters a few words in Druidic, watching as it begins to knit closed before her eyes.
She nods, satisfied, pulling the armour back into place. The leopard seems grateful, rubbing his head against her cheek. The druid stands and picks up the longspear, testing its weight and heft. She stabs thin air with it a few times, then nods again, apparently deciding to keep it. Razorclaw begins sniffing the dead Saurian's arm, seeming to wonder whether it would be good to eat.
The leopard snarls as the spear jabs into his side, piercing his patchwork leather armour and drawing blood. His prey shifts away from him, but he follows, quickly stepping up to it again before attacking.
At the sight of Razorclaw's injury, Rishkarri snarls, sounding not unlike a cat herself. She drops her sling, draws her scimitar, and rushes toward her foe with anger in her eyes.
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