Ryvin Altessar's page

I'm truly sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to take a leave of absence from the paizo forums for a while.

This year hasn't been much fun for any of us, I'm sure. And just last week, two people at my job have been diagnosed with COVID-19.
I'm not feeling ill myself, but I am having serious trouble finding the headspace to game. 'Stuff' just keeps piling up, even if it doesn't affect me directly - yet.

I'm not sure when I'll be back. Of course I hope it'll be sooner, rather than later. Please bot my character as appropriate.
Again, I'm sorry to do this; you guys are a great group to game with.

"The a'dam are collars the Seanchan use to collar and command those who can channel. Those people, they call marath'damane."

Ryvin's eyes widen ... then narrow. "Well. Well. Well..."

Sense motive 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

"My, my," the Ebou Dari says, dark eyes boring into the Questioner's. "I heard your lot were bad boys, but you? You're sweating, boyo. You had a nasty shock, didn't you? I wonder what that might be..."

"Really," Ryvin says in a flat tone of voice. "And just how has this person betrayed your master?"

Sense motive 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30

Weave penetration 1d20 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 5 = 21

"Who's a death-watcher?" Ryvin says as her weave takes hold.

"Is it worth the trouble trying to make him talk?" Ryvin asks once she's caught up, one hand on the hilt of her sword and her voice dangerously flat. "Or should we just slit him like the honorless pig he is and bury him under landfill or something?"

Ryvin embraces saidar and channels Harden Air to shackle the Seeker. 3rd-level Weave, channeled as a 2nd-level weave due to Affinity (Air). Reflex save DC 18 if applicable.

By the by, Ryvin is trying to be intimidating. Just killing a prisoner isn't her style. Not unless it's an especially hazardous prisoner.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"That was repulsive," Ryvin grunts as the group leaves the inn. She calmly taps out her pipe bowl against her heel, cleans the pipe, wraps it in cloth and stows it in her belt pouch.
Then she follows after Chen.

"Questioners are bastards," she notes when the Ogier has finished his description of the seeker. "How bad is this one likely to be? And d'ya really want to go at it without backup? What if this fella was there to find you? You'd be walking into an ambush if you go it alone."

"Feh," the Ebou Dari mutters, and she blows out another smoke ring. "Aes Sedai never seem to stop talking. The old corbies that cling to the old ways, anyway. More than half the time it's not to find things out, but to try and hammer the way they want to see the world be into other people's heads. Still, there's rare Talents out there, sure enough. I guess I'll reserve judgment until I see the lady in action."

In Ryvin's case, what neckline Taldo can see is actually the collar of a sturdy dress of black wool -- buttoned up to the chin. The chainmail shirt she wears over the wool is not very fetching, either.
It's not a total loss, though; Taldo has a fine view of the leather collar Ryvin wears.
It's the kind of broad collar usually reserved for big dogs. The kind used to guard places. It's got spikes on, and anyone who tries to grab Ryvin by the neck is likely to have a very bad day.

When Jedric shows up, the Ebou Dari raises one eyebrow at him. Nothing more.
"You guys know him?" she casually asks of Fiallain and Rhoekk.

Ryvin assumes Flame and the Void and stands on the edge of embracing saidar.

"Hrn," Ryvin grunts... and she holds out a hand to Taldo, voice still pitched for the party's ears only. "Don't think we did the proper introductions. Ryvin Altessar. Wilder. Ran with some of your lot a while back. I... managed to do them some good, before the Taint was cleansed away. Want I should give it a try for you?"

Specifically, Ryvin is offering to channel Heal the mind for Taldo if he wants it.

"Yes, well, there's all sorts of talents around these days," Ryvin says while she first cleans out her clay pipe, then fills it with fresh tabac. The Ebou Dari uses a coal to light her bowl, puffs to get her pipe going, then exhales a couple of smoke rings.

"So," she says. "We followed that letter's say-so, let the old harpy send us off to this charming locale" -- Ryvin actually drawls the word 'locale' as though she were noble born, and gestures grandly with her pipe -- "so now what? Are we just going to sit here catching fleas and getting the air sucked out of our lungs by the crush, or are we going to have ourselves a look-see around town? No guarantees that this mystery person is going to come to us, after all."

Ryvin's dark eyes swivel to Taldo.
(Sense motive 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 26. Taldo, would you say that is sufficient for Ryvin to get a sense of your character's inner conflict?)

"The Wheel surely turns," the Wilder says in a low tone, pitched so no outsiders can hear, her eyes continuing to stare at Taldo. "The whole Source... cleansed. Have you tried it yet? What's it like?"

"Flaming Illusion!" Ryvin curses as she reaches deep inside and channels. "We need to get in close, look for tracks!"

Trying - and failing - to bring an Aeriform Shield into existence, the Ebou Dari charges after Shen. "FOR THE LIGHT!" she roars at the top of her voice.

Aeriform Shield, Concentration 1d20 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 5 = 19, Aeriform Shield goes poof, move 30 ft. after Shen.

I apologize for my absence as well. This will sound like I'm copying Fia, but I was also chasing a deadline. I managed to beat it, but it left me rather wiped out.

>:D

Hey, Ferb. I know which I want to take at my next level-up, mwuhahahahaaa...

Can you say 'simulweaving lightning and riven earth'?

Reflex 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Ryvin wheezes as the fire washes over her -- then retaliates, drawing again on the power hidden in the brooding clouds overhead. Lightning lances down, impacting the brown figure.
"Could use a drop of Healing," she exclaims between clenched teeth.

Lightning. Reflex DC 20 TO halve 5d10 ⇒ (4, 6, 7, 4, 5) = 26 electricity damage.

I didn't know we had rules for simultaneous channeling! :) Is there a feat requirement? *eager*

"There's enough power there to scatter the continent into dust and it keeps growing... Haaaaa, so yeah, we probably should go investigate," Ryvin admits with a heartfelt sigh.

"Shall we Travel?" Ryvin suggests. "We can go pretty much anywhere, as soon as we've memorized a good spot to jump off from. Not this hill, though; I'm done with sitting up there like a target. We could head to the Mountains of Mist in Andor, get our bearings."

"Yeah," Ryvin deadpans. "I'm terrifying. Now let's get out of here; Shadar Logoth gives me the heebies, someone is still channeling an unholy amount of the One Power, and I didn't invert what I did just then. This place is like being stuck between a tar bog the size of an ocean and a volcano about to erupt."

"Why do you think I keep blasting him from a distance before closing in?" Ryvin calls back.

*sigh* It seems I have moved my icon into invisibility, aka the rectangular bar between Chen and the rest of the party. And I can't extract it.

Ryvin draws a bead on the enemy, and calls on one of her new weaves. Thrusting one hand to the sky, Ryvin draws down its fury -- and then sets off running after Chen, sword in hand!

Ryvin channels Lightning at Taldo. A level 5 weave, Reflex DC 20 to halve 5d10 ⇒ (4, 9, 3, 5, 3) = 24 electricity damage to Taldo, and 1d10 ⇒ 1 electricity damage to the horse. (Sorry, Dobbin!)
After this, Ryvin moves 30 ft. in pursuit of Chen.

*DING* LEVEL-UP!
Levelling to Wilder 11 / Armsman 1

HP: 3 + 3 Con. = 6 (97)

+1 to Defense bonus (Def. bonus 11)

Ability score increase: +1 to Wisdom (20)

One bonus Channelling feat: Extra Talent (Cloud Dancing)

Skill points: 4 + 1 Int. + 1 favoured class = 6
+1 Acrobatics (+13)
+1 Channel (+19)
+1 Composure (+4)
+1 Dreaming (+22)
+1 Sword forms (+12)
+1 Weavesight (+19)

Weaves/day: 6/7/5/4/4/3/1

New weave: Lightning

Ryvin Altessar wrote:

I'm just getting around to levelling up Ryvin, but it seems there's something ... off ... about the website that offered the WoT Pathfinder conversion. Can anyone help me out?

here's the link to the conversion book.

You are a prince among GMs. ^_^

Reflex save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Ryvin grunts as the full brunt of the weave hits her -- and then she draws a bead on Taldo, down in the distance.
"What's good for the goose," she says as she draws on saidar and hurls a weave at the stranger: Riven Earth.

One weave of Riven Earth, 6th level for long range. Reflex DC 20 to halve 3d10 ⇒ (4, 3, 3) = 10 damage.

I'm just getting around to levelling up Ryvin, but it seems there's something ... off ... about the website that offered the WoT Pathfinder conversion. Can anyone help me out?

Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"I've seen thirteen women linked, once. They didn't get anywhere near this. Maybe a master circle, with men and women together, and a sa'angreal? But even then... this is MADNESS!"

"It's coming from over there somewhere, that's all I know," Ryvin says, pointing.

"Someone ... or something is channeling an INSANE amount of sai'dar. Creator shelter me. They keep channeling more every moment!" Ryvin gasps, holding onto the Power as best she can and hurriedly drawing her sword.

Ryvin grunts and clutches her forehead. Her thoughts are ... fuzzy. 'How did we get here?'
Reflexively, she slips into the Void, forcing the confusion out. In that instant of clarity, she reaches for saidar with her mind while her hands seek the hilt of her sword.
"We need to get out of here before dusk falls," she mutters. "Need to keep away from Shadar Logoth..."

Dot

Yo.

Soooooo~...

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Hmm?

Sooo... how's it going? ^_^

Something new might be fun.

Hey, fellas. I was pretty surprised to see the game had become active again.

How are you both doing? ^_^

In Fiallain's vision, the bedroll - and Ryvin - are briefly enveloped in the bright light of saidar. Flows of Spirit unfurl from the glow, expanding, flowering like a bramble bush, enveloping the area, growing, twisting into complex patterns. The weave sets and firms as Ryvin ties it off. (Dream Shielding.)

"There. No skipping into the Dream for anyone in here," the bedroll proclaims. "Let me sleep, it's too flaming early for this..."

The bedroll's grumbling dies away into drowsy muttering and, unless anyone talks to Ryvin again, she sinks back into sleep.

"What's with all the flaming noise?" Ryvin complains from her bedroll.

Here.

Could be fun. ^_^
And welcome back, Rhoekk!

"When you just traded words with the Dark One? Give it a day, at least."

"Not all of us," Ryvin says. "And this is a bit .... wonky. It's not like just not responding to someone until they go away, it's like .... pushing them out of the whole world's focus, including your own, while still keeping hold of them."

"I'm thinking...." Ryvin says. "I'm thinking there's something I could try. Could work, probably. But having the rest of you there - sorry to say - would probably be too distracting. It'd be like .... ignoring him and willing it into almost reality. He'd be there, but .... not. I can't really explain it too well. In any case, it'd have to be just him and me. Being in the Dream involves some willing all the time, though you'd not notice it while you do it, and I'd have to fight all your wills and perception of Amorial at the same time I'd be ignoring him. It's enough to give you a migraine just to think of it."

"Could work," Ryvin says, shrugging. "Trouble is, I've never done this with a group before. Willing the Dream different, I mean. I taught myself, learned by surviving my first mistake and getting caution after that. So. It might work. Or it might not."

"We can try. Mind you, we'd be working against the Dark One. It'll be dicey."

Ryvin makes a face.

"Blood and ashes!" she curses. "There's a fine wrinkle. How do we cut that bond?"

Ryvin grunts, then shrugs.

"Fine. Just keep it in mind; if a Darkfriend with the knowing gets their hands on you.... they might have tricks, too."

Ryvin focuses....

Dreaming to wake up: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22

.... and sits up in the waking world.

"Very amusing, lads," Ryvin says. "But there's one thing you should keep in mind...."

Dreaming to forcefully eject Ryland and Keelix: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34

".... I've been at this for most of my life."