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Sakima glances around the area, attempting to be discrete and not alert anyone who may be watching. GM DoctorEvil: I am rolling both a stealth and a perception. If you want to handle it another way please just make the rolls.
Sakima is clearly uncomfortable being inside for this long. He heads back outside to wait for the others to finish their tasks.
What do you see Tatanka? I didn't get that far before the spiders showed up
Sakima bends over Blake and does what he can to staunch the bleeding.
Sakima draws his longspear back once again before thrusting it at the remaining spider.
Sakima readies his longspear, moves up past Blake then makes a stab at the Blue spider.
Sakima continues to struggle
Sakima is out and dismisses his skink form, bursting up into his human shape.
Sakima struggles again against his bindings.
Sakima again struggles against the bindings.
He seems to be tiring and getting weaker the longer he is bound.
Sakima fights against the binding webs.
His small reptilian heart pounds in his chest as he fights against the sticky webs that hold him.
Seeing the spider headed his way Sakima runs for the door.
DM DoctorEvil: Sakima scoots across to the first room from this one, being careful to stay by the walls. He looks around this room then he moves to the other room. Once all 3 rooms have been checked he scoots back out to the others.
Sakima looks around, trying to find a crack under a door or in the walls of the shack.
Sakima will drop his spear and motion for the group to halt. He closes his eyes and his form begins to shift. His body shrinks, and scales begin to form on his skin. A tail sprouts from the base of his spine. Within moments he is gone and a small lizard stands in his place. It scurries up to the hut and darts inside.
As they leave the town Sakima begins to talk under his breath and a light begins to emanate from the tip of his spear. [ooc[ I just realized I don't have an avatar. Sorting it now[/ooc]
We go now and return quickly.
Samika nods to his mentor.
Sakima stands paying attention to what is clearly a shaman of these city dwellers. Druidic: Is she a shaman? She seems like a shaman. She has plants and animals and heals.
Sakima assist in whatever small ways he can. Poison, yes. Attacked and stabbed.
Samika walks back down the street. He picks up his spear very carefully, showing that he is not a threat, then moves back up the street ready to go to speak with the Black Hearts.
Once the man is safely inside the house of Lilith Sakima goes back outside. He takes a few minutes to look at the garden grabbing Tatanka and pointing out interesting specimens.
Sakima will lift the man up and support one side and Tatanka (presumably) supports the other. In wolf den place? he points with his free hand to the Inn, although all he knows is that it is a place with a wolf on the sign.
Sakima looks at Tatanka. Ungas is shaman. I not know why attack. We go talk. Druidic: I would like to go. Will you come?
Not taking his eyes off the woman Samika asks Tatanka a question. Druidic: This elf points out the blood trail. Do we go?
I love PFS but I have been looking for something a bit more. There is only so deep you can go with random groups and I want to get better at RP and have more of a chance to have a character develop relationships with others. Enjoying very much.
Sakima pats his chest with one hand. Sakima, I am child... no... I am learner of Tatanka. I will not hurt. We are not Ra-Kep-Noth
Sakima starts as Adair touches him, but relaxes when he sees no danger. Glancing where the man points he sees the blood trail. He nods but returns his focus to the small woman
Finding nothing Sakima returns to the wounded man and Tatanka-Ptecila. He casts a glance at his fellow Novan. Druidic:
Will he live?
He does not understand the words coming from the small woman. She seems upset. He lays his spear on the ground and raises his hands, showing them to be empty. He slowly edges closer to her in much the same way that he would approach a growling wolf.
With nothing to do at this moment Sakima looks around him. He looks around the ground.
Sakima smiles at the woman, trying to put her at her ease. However his canine teeth are a little oversized and so the smile comes across a little "toothy". GM: So I had a thought as I was peeling vegetables for dinner. Could I retroactively purchase a pup tent please? I cannot stay in an inn, and Sakima would have had a tent for sleeping in. Is there an area just outside town where I could set up camp?
Sakima looks at the wounds on the man.
The young man accompanying Tatanka-Ptecila looks confused as the elder Novan takes off. He quickens his pace. Arriving he sees Tatanka speaking with an elf. He knows of elves. Dè a tha a ’dol an seo? Druidic:
What goes on here? Appearance: Sakima stands 5'7" tall and weighs 170 pounds. Dark eyes peer out of his lean face with the shadow of facial hair just beginning to darken the line of his jaw. His hair which falls to beyond his shoulders in dreadlocks and there are sereral of the locks which are adorned by animal bones. His skin is a dark mahogany colour and it punctuated in places by scarifications. The backs of his hands have scars and ridges reminiscent of the claws of a bear while his right arm has an intricate knotwork of scars going up it. In places there appears to be a bird of prey, in others the horns of a bison. He has a set of antlers tattooed on his face, one on each cheek that extend up to his hair line.
A crude leather sack hangs over his shoulder and down to the opposite hip. The sack is tied at the top with dried animal gut. Four bone tipped javelins are also strapped to his back and held in place with a loop. A longspear with a head of flint is in his right hand, tapping on the ground as he goes. The pelt of a bison was used to make his trousers and vest and his feet are covered with skins also. His head is bare. |
