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She can indeed. She also has plenty of money.

Safia sat silently through the whole thing, "Do know that if you do not hold up on your end of the bargain we will find you and settle this. We will be angry." Small whiffs of grey smoke trail from Safia as she speaks, "Just a fair warning."

Intimidate; 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

It seemed the woman didn't quite understand, She was blessed, in a way. The Grey had chosen not to take her when it could have. Safia decided she'd keep it to her, it was not what they were here for.

When Grit asks about making stops she stands still for a moment, "I don't think there is any more that I want to do. Let us return."

Safia gives the Half-Elf a strange look, "The Grey clings to you yet doesn't claim you nor does it want to, yet. You are like me in that." Her eyes, while directed at Krysta, seem to look at a world behind her.

Safia scorpion crawls out of her clothes and perches on her shoulder, it seemed more interested in the two sentries in the back than in Krysta herself.

That was odd, could have sworn I posted that as Safia

Safia looked at Nell sideways, "I'm not sure I want to send him into the Grey." She sighed, "I understand removing him here would be a good thing, but I am afraid he'd twist and corrupt the Grey. I don't want that and I don't think you should either." Safia was visibly uncomfortable, though whether that was caused by the idea of such a powerful, evil being entering the Grey or her current conversation wasn't clear.

Wordlessly Safia rises from a spot as Nell comes out of the crate. Without much further ado she places a hand on the woman's head, her hand glowing a sickly white for a moment.

Cast Cure Moderate Wounds
2d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 = 13

She looks strangely at the woman, "Seems death touched you somehow. Who did this? Which of the templars?"

Safia would be interested in acquiring an enchanted hide shirt, a +1 would suffice for now. Beyond that she doesn't really have anything she'd want right now.

Maybe see how her new clothing could be enchanted, but that'd be the body or chest slot I'd think and the only interesting ones appear to be outside my price range. Far outside.

The Necromancer is enough reason alone for Safia. She'd enjoy ripping the woman's heart out with claw and fang though the use of Many Forms

Safia was stuck in the warehouse. Occasionally she'd sink into trance, often suddenly dropping in a sitting position to stare absently at nothing for a good ten minutes. Other than that she paced around the inside of the place. Unlike her comrades she did not have an identifier to mark her as a legal independent person, having entered in the guide of the dead merchant, and she did not want to risk getting arrested and getting sold into slavery again.

For me it's been busy work chaining into illness mostly due to not getting enough sleep (3-4 hours a night is only doable for so long).

All better now, though that also means getting back to uni and a busy schedule next Monday.

Life has actually taken a turn for the better here, except where gaming is considered. Been working on setting up an experiment as part of working on getting my masters degree and it has been eating up more time than figured it would. Still good stuff though, as despite it being more work than expected things are still going according to plan.

Safia had been lost in trance for almost all day since their return to the city. Something she had seen on the raider that fell to her blade had pushed her into a sort of unstable state, even worse that it normally was. While sitting there she mumbles incoherently but sometimes thing seep in over the mind link, visions of the same village where they killed the raiders. The corpses laid on the floor where they left them but added to them were the corpses of more raiders, standing upright seemingly frozen in fear. It were just flashes that seeped through but the images were clear.

Safia was more or less lost in a state of stupor for most of the fight and it wasn't until the warlord's claim of haunting them that she was properly roused from it. Her shifted form drops and hastily she moves in towards Yodar, kneeling down beside him before Raun dragged him off. "May your transit be swift and without problems, may the Grey welcome you with open arms and may you swiftly forget your crimes." She then closed his eyes before letting Raun take him off.

[b]"I'm not quite sure what came over me there. That raider.." With that she turned back around towards the one raider she had slain. She searched the guy, looking for something.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

University is starting again consuming time. I'll post later today.

Too many thing going on at the same time at the moment. Will post as soon as I have the time.

Congratulations! Enjoy it, though I doubt anyone has to tell you that

The dwarven shape that was Safia grinned at the marauder that rushed in. Without a second thought she rushed in, scythe held high for the swing. The small room was awkward though.

Full: Charge raider directly north of me
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 = 15

I assume the GM uses the same standard for hostile spells as what is used when looking at what breaks invisibility. Basically that means any spell that targets an enemy or includes an enemy in it's area of effect and harms it in any way is a hostile spell.

So what buffs would Safia have gotten off? Mainly asking for Divine Favor as she would not have started moving in before applying Many Forms to herself. She'd have taken the shape of a Dwarf.

For the pouncing Many Forms I'll have to wait till level 11

If only I'd been an Elf, that would have meant pouncing at 8

Safia sighs as she starts preparing. First she lays an enchantment on her weapon and then claws sprout from her hands.

Casting Weapon of Awe on the scythe
Manifesting Claws of the Beast

She won't use Many Forms or Divine Favor yet
She'll use Many Forms 2 rounds before moving in and Divine Favor 1 round before moving in
I can't wait till Many Forms starts granting me other forms. Ones with pounce

Weapon of Awe - 5 minutes
Divine Favor - 1 minute
Many Forms - Up to 5 minutes, less meaning I can use it later

Theoretically I can also manifest Claws of the Beast, lasting 5 hours

Dust of twilight snuffs their lights but does not cause a darkness, the night is to take care of that. It indeed has the potential of fatiguing them.

Sadly it's the best I can do when it comes to multi target control at this point.

Grit, why can't you cast Sirocco yet? That thing would look like it's natural while causing plenty of havoc.

Doesn't summon monster 3 also have Dretches and Lantern Archons to play with as well as the wolverine, which is kinda silly with Augmented Summoning strength boost.

How many of us actually have darkvision? I can easily snuff out all their light sources with Dust of Twilight

What Safia will depends depends on the circumstances. Basically she will buff up and wack them in melee but if needed she'll try to confuse them or, if they're grouped, throw a Dust of Twilight their way to attempt to fatigue them.

She'd want buckles shaped like brass coins with a square hole in the middle.

As for the armor, she'd just want a masterwork hide shirt and get that enchanted, since mobility is key and heavier armor just slows her down.

Safia still wants to get those buckles made, but that's just a matter of walking by the smith, placing the order, paying and picking them up later.

She'd also be in the market for new armor as she'd need armor of greater quality to upgrade the armor with magic/psionics.

Just wondering how much mithral or adamantite would cost on Athas, must be worth a fortune. Not to mention even weirder metals like Living Steel or Viridium.

Sorry for the delay, apparently my time was in high demand the last few days

Safia was quiete throughout the whole dealings with the nobles. These men were horrors. It were the nobles that made sure slavery never went out of the picture. She was glad when the deal was done and they left. The old man probably was the traditionalist but it was the younger one that gave her shivers. Something was off about him, though she had no idea what it would have been.

Safia eyed the whole conversation between Grit and the woman who named herself Nell with some curiosity. Sneaky people. As far as she knew they meant well but she still wasn't too fond of sneaky people. Sneaky people forced her father to sell her, to pay a debt.

When all the strangers depart she turns to her friends, "How much time does that leave us with? I want to find an undertaker, see if he can get a message to a colleague in Raam." She sounded eager to head there. Her father had to be worried sick.

Safia had been idling about a bit in the warehouse district. She had gone with Nnn and Grit but those two were rather boring now for some reason. <<Such a hero.>> By the way they conversed they clearly didn't think she'd still be near.

After a while Safia went inside the building, she didn't want to scare away the Veiled Alliance people. Inside she sat down and quickly fell into some sort of apathetic state she always entered when meditating. The little scorpion patrolled around her and over her lap as if keeping guard.

Safia felt right at home in the city, or almost at least. Tyur was smaller than Raam was but it also was quieter somehow. The people here stepped in line and the templars more or less controlled the place. In Raam a templar was just another thug and not even the most dangerous one.

Once in the shop Safia looked around. When the smith mentioned the price she looked to the others. The man was offering good prices, especially for the dwarven blade. "I think that sounds like a good deal. I do have a question though. Do you know of any smiths in Tyr that could make me a set of buckles, in brass or steel." She'd actually want them in pale electrum, like the jewels of her mother that she always admired before he father sold them, but that was beyond what she could afford right now.

Safia would be interested to know if there is a graveyard or a crypt in the city, especially one where they have actual undertakers in employ rather than just gravediggers. She wants to get a message out to her father and figures his colleagues are her best bet.

Safia would indeed shift back the first chance she gets.

"Templars won't be necessary, but I would like to see the receipt. A copy would indeed be very helpful." While her words were coherent it was clear that her mind wasn't fully focused on the conversation at hand. <<Death travels with some of them, not sure whether it's their own or someone else's.>>

Diplomacy to Aid Däina 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Would my +13 Diplomacy/Intimidate and 20 Charisma be "face" enough? Safia is only bad at bluffing.

Safia in her new guise gestures for Däina to come, <<You'll need to help me out here, I need the marks and the caravan information.>>

The fattened Safia scratches her head, "One slave and five free men, three of which hired guards. We are here to deliver goods for Hadriss and perhaps pick up a new load. My slave has memorised all the details." She once more gestures for Däina to join her, a little more impatient this time. She pulls the marker she was handed earlier out foa pocket and hands it to the first templar.

"I'm not sure if I can make Fen exactly, but I can get very close. These fellows probably haven't seen him before so that should be enough. Just cover me so I can be out of sight." This was exciting. Normally she used her ability simply to enhance her combat ability but this was something new, something fun.

True.

I so want a smuggler's pouch. Basically it's a belt pouch size bag of holding. You open or close the extradimensional space inside with a command word and when it's closed it does not detect as a magic item. I couldn't fit a scythe in there but a cloak would be doable (rolled up I guess) as would potions and the such.

The issue there is that these Templars can no doubt cast Detect Magic. The question is, will they? Safia's scythe is an old thing and probably looks like it, despite it being in a perfectly good shape. Will that make them dismiss it like an old tool or would they consider it an interesting artefact of a bygone age? It's kinda iffy.

Same goes for the cloak. If they don't use Detect Magic it'll be an ordinary cloak but if they do...

Is the templar medallion Safia carries from a templar of Tyr?

Happy whatever it is you are celebrating today!

Safia turned towards the group as she overheard Däina while moving towards the dead giants, "I use magic, Grit uses magic, you use magic. Does it matter? You don't reek of death and the spirits don't hate you, so you're not a defiler. That's good enough for me." Safia offers the woman a honest smile. "We're all ex-slaves, don't worry."

With that she continued on towards the giants, hoping they would have something useful.

Safia slowly moves over to Fen's dead body. She closes the man's eyes, "His spirit has moved on, he joined his ancestors. Däina is free now, the only good thing to come out of this." She moved back up north to check the corpses of the two four-armed giants.

Safia lets her scythe hang down. She wipes away the spittle as her form shifts back to her own. "Foul creature. Did it work together with those giants or just use the opportunity." She seemed surprisingly lucid.

Annoyed by the creatures fierce attack Safia roars before once more lashing out with her scythe. The lizardfolk that's Safia slightly foams at the mouth, spittle mixed with blood as she loses herself in the lust for the fiend's blood.

Standard: Attack the Id Fiend
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (3, 4) + 12 = 19

A hiss comes from Safia. "Right in front of you." While the voice is reptilian it still sounds vaguely familiar to anyone who has heard Safia talk before. Shortly after she stops talking a rush of air can be felt near Däina as Safia rushes forth to attack the beast, scythe at the ready.

Full: Charge Id fiend, Power Attack
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 2) + 12 = 16

After that she stays next to the fiend, once more lashing out with her scythe.

Standard: Attack Fiend
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (1, 2) + 12 = 15

Safia is more or less stuck with nothing to do with the web atm, especially if it's anchored so high that if I float above it I can't hit the Id fiend. She can try to confuse it but with something that sends out mental assaults that's probably a waste of resources.

I'd also like to know how high the webs go. If it's just the floor I'll levitate over it but if it's more that might be difficult.

Unless Grit decides to set the webs aflame, doing the fiend 2d4 dam,age he can't save against from the burning web alone.

Seeing everything going down so fast makes Safia blink for a moment. She had taken one of those things out of the fight, that was good, but she didn't get the chance to sink her blade into it.

Then the scream came. Safia simply turned and ran. Something was going on there and she has to do something.

Can't do much with my two rounds right now, nor can I do more than just a single move until I see what's happening, courtesy of Haste
Move: Move 60 ft south to the sloping part of the edge

Hearing the cry coming from Grit and convinced Raun and Gorkhan could handle things on that side Safia rushed over to help. She positioned herself between the kanks before unleashing a mental assult on the creature, though one very different from what Nnn did.

Those in view of the creature could see a whiff of grey smoke go up it's nose as she finished her attack.

Move: Move to Grit and end in between the kanks (yay Haste and more movement)
Standard: Gift of Madness on right B'rohg. DC 16 Will or confused for 1 round

And now I remember what feat I actually had planned for this level: Ability Focus on Gift of Madness. Will be a lot of fun come 7th level

She'd end up between Daina and Gorkhan then. No use preparing for melee if you're not fighting anything.