Sariana Nightsong's page

"Little One, why don't you announce Valeria?" Sariana orders suggests with a flashing smile before she runs towards the shrine and starts climbing easily up the weathered facade until she crouches above the doorway like a particularly deadly spider.

Sariana nods in agreement. She's always been conflicted over the church of Shelyn as are all devoted Kuthonites but this particular knight seems to be plenty arrogant and watching Valerie smack him around seems like an amusing diversion at least.

"Of course. We'll travel at night. Should take insert appropriate time here. When do you want to leave?"

Turn 31 (Kuthona)
Resources: 12d8 ⇒ (1, 8, 4, 8, 5, 4, 2, 1, 1, 7, 6, 6) = 53

Commerce
Tap Resources (Ore) x4: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Infamy Reroll: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 4 bonus dice next turn

Leadership
Clandestine Business: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33 Success: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Success, 1 luxury resource gained

Region
Claim Hex x2, DC26: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 2 = 271d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 2 = 24
Infamy Reroll: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 2 = 24 1 success.

Establish Farms, DC26: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33 Success.

Event? 16+: 1d20 ⇒ 1 No.

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The uneasy feeling continues to hold over Nightsong. Even the kingdoms usual breakneck expansion slows, as settlers finally reach Varnhold but make no further progress.

Turn 30 (Neth)
Resources: 12d8 + 8d8 ⇒ (5, 7, 7, 6, 5, 8, 7, 7, 4, 2, 1, 4) + (4, 4, 5, 2, 5, 7, 5, 7) = 102

Leadership
Quell Unrest: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32 Success, unrest reduced by 1

Region
Claim Hex x2, DC26: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 351d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27 2 successes.

Establish Farms, DC26: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30 Success.

Civic
Houses in Greengripe, DC15: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 2 = 26

Event? 16+: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Yes.
What: 1d100 ⇒ 75 Political Calm
Sariana, Politics, DC25: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Fail, reduce Unrest by 1.

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After the dramatic changes over the last two months, this is a much quieter period for Nightsong. Resources are gathered and horded against the anticipated influx of refugees from Varnhold. In Greengripe efforts are expended on expanding (and cleaning) the homes of the residents - improving their situations greatly in the process. Over everything hangs a sense of calm, but one tinged with worry. What catastrophe lies next around the corner?

"And how will you make it up to me Sweetling?" Sariana asks, her voice still dark but (for those who know her well) carrying an undertone of teasing. "What will you do to make up for the work these souls and bodies might do for my kingdom?"

It seems the discussion has moved past the serious phase and into the flirting one - which given how high Sariana's emotions often run after combat is no surprise.

"You just told me that they can't leave this room Sweetling." Sariana says, running a hand down the nap of Tandri's neck. "You can keep them if you wish and have this place as your lair too. If you want."

Her grip tightens on the back of Tandri's neck - an unspoken reminder of the dynamic between them and a subtle sign of her displeasure at such an idea.

Sariana, interestingly, disregards the Oculus immediately and - having thoroughly scattered the dust of Vordakai's remains - she moves on quickly, trusting in Tyr's lingering draconic instincts to make sure that not a gold piece will be missed.

Once her girls have identified the purpose of the jars Sariana gives a soft grunt and looks around. "We make sure there is nothing else here first." She says firmly. "I don't want to shepherd a load of frightened villagers through battle."

Check the rest of the dungeon is definitely clear, then release the people in the jars and get them out.

Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 18 + 1 = 391d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 1 = 20
Blinded: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 + (3) = 14

Sariana throws out a combination out of instinct and hits something but she can't tell what. Without being able to see she shifts backwards with a careful stride and keeps her shield high.

Flurry, 5ft step, raise shield. No longer blinded.

Fort, Heroism, Shield: 1d20 + 16 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 16 + 1 + 2 = 30

Sariana doesn't enjoy being hit by powerful spells but the fact that Vordakai is unleashing spells like that means that he's scared, and that she does enjoy. So she shakes off the discomfort and dances forwards once more.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
Flurry+: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 261d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 341d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Dazzled: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 + (6) = 23

Will: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 1 + 2 = 29

Once again she jinks easily through the liches defenses and snaps his head around with a powerful elbow blow. Unfortunately that leaves her looking directly at Vordakai when the cloak of colors flashes and nearly blinds her. She jerks her shield up instinctively and blinks furiously, hoping to get her sight back.

Move, flurry, strike, raise shield.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Flurry++: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 391d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 241d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 271d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Dazzled: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + (3) = 16

Will, Hero, Shield: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 17 + 1 + 2 = 34

Sariana keeps her shield up, using it to feint before she lashes out - landing a single perfect uppercut on his chin.

Will, Suspicious, Spellguard Shield, Heroism: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 31
HP Reroll, Suspicious, Spellguard Shield, Heroism: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 17 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 35

Sariana's headlong dash slows to a halt as she fights against Vordakai's magic. Finally, with a heroic effort of will, she shakes off the spell and goes on the offensive.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 18 + 1 = 271d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 271d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Move, flurry, strike, raise shield.

"Quite right." Sariana says, looking Deregar's new form up and down with approval. "Now rushing in didn't help us. The liches mind-control is dangerous for all of us, especially you Sweetling. Could you stay around the corner and just peek around to throw a spell and retreat again? Or can either of you counter those magics?"

She reaches out and strokes the curve of Flori's neck, a largely unconscious gesture that started when her Little One was still human and the gesture helped to stimulate blood flow.

"For now we retreat." Sariana says, sounding as though every word is being dragged from her. "We know what it is now. So we prepare and destroy."

For all her calm words it is obvious that just beneath the surface are brewing a violent whirl of emotions. It won't take much for Sari to lash out at this point and everyone around her knows the results are likely to be explosive...

Fort: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 16 + 2 = 29

Sariana staggers and desperately wants to destroy the creature in front of her - but he's too strong and her girls have been hurt. Hard-won wisdom battle with anger for a moment before she feints, slams a fist at his single eye and flees with all her enhanced vampiric speed.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
Flurry: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 361d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 + (3) = 172d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 7) + 6 + (2) = 17

Feint+Flurry; Move actions. Will stay at the back and raise shield if I have a spare action.

There is nothing Sariana can do to help Deregar so she tries her best to deal with Vordakai instead.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Flurry++: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 241d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 321d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 191d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 7) + 6 + (1) = 20

Raise shield.

"Floare, stop her!" Sariana commands, bracing behind her shield.

Fort: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 16 + 2 = 35

The magical bulwark parts the spell around her and Sariana continues to strike at the lich, determined to land a blow!

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 If this succeeds he's flatfooted to both attacks from flurry.
Flurry++: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 201d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 271d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 251d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 7) + 6 + (6) = 242d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 + (2) = 192d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 + (3) = 182d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 5) + 6 + (4) = 23

Then raise shield again.

"She's mine!" Sariana declares and strikes with renewed ferocity.

Flurry++: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 291d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 211d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 161d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 + (3) = 162d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 + (6) = 192d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 8) + 6 + (2) = 242d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 6 + (3) = 18

Then raise shield.

Her anger does not make her more effective...

Preparations complete Sariana blurs across the room and lays down a flurry of blows from behind the lich.

Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 201d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 201d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 112d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 7) + 6 = 142d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 4) + 6 = 18

Move behind Vordakai, flurry, strike, raise shield.

Sariana taps into the power of her blood and waits for a few mortal heartbeats to see if the cyclops reacts.

Cast Haste on self. If he doesn't jump into initiative then she'll attack on the 'next turn'.

Sari trusts her girls and lets them lead, keeping a wary eye on the centre of the room as they skirt it.

Sariana views the tableau with rather more detachment than Deregar can manage. "Shoddy work." She muses, rather than answer the question. "Crude and rushed. It might have been those cyclops that we've dealt with but excerebation isn't torture or easy to do. A Ghoul maybe or zombie. Hmm... Little One, Sweetling can you tell anything more about it?"

Sariana nods proudly as her Little One takes charge and waits without comment while Floare weaves her protective magic.

"Remember what I said." She warns. "If it is a lich we attack. No waiting. No questions."

Reflex: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 16 + 2 = 31

Letting her enchanted shield spill most of the damage away Sari goes into a full barrage of blows.

Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 331d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 341d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 5) + 6 + (1) = 202d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 7) + 6 + (3) = 182d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 6 + (3) = 17

Then raise shield again.

Sariana leaps up and then comes down with much more control than anyone would expect, except for her Little One's magic..

Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 201d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + (6) = 142d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 7) + 6 + (6) = 20

Move, flurry, shield.

Sariana is too strong to shudder at the sight of the paralysed centaur, but being trapped like that is too similar is a fate that befell her not all that long ago. So as the rest of the group consider what to do, she turns away to examine the rest of the chamber. She has full confidence in her girls anyway.

Sariana's powerful body closes the wounds almost as soon as they are inflicted. The pain seems to spur the vampire as she pummels on!

Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 321d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 341d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 + (1) = 132d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 4) + 6 + (2) = 182d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 + (3) = 13

Wholeness of body, flurry, strike, raise shield.

Sariana closes in behind the creature this time and starts kicking it in unmentionable places!

Flurry +: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 341d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 331d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 3) + 6 + (2) = 182d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 7) + 6 + (3) = 202d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 + (4) = 20

Raise shield.

Punch Cthulhu!: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 341d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 271d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 1) + 6 + (3) = 172d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + (5) = 172d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 + (6) = 21

Raise shield and step back.

Sari continues smacking tentacles around with a slightly wet sound.

With her girls empowering her Sariana leaps into action and punches Cthulhu in the face!

Flurry: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 1 = 341d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 1 = 20
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 7) + 6 + (4) = 212d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 7) + 6 + (4) = 24

Move, flurry, shield up.

Once Flori is better, as shown by the PDA, Sariana moves on to Tandri - her shadows coiling lovingly around still-pink flesh.

As her Little One collapses Sariana whirls around and the darkness coiling around her reaches out and swarms across Floare's flesh, closing the wounds.

Ref: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Sariana naturally avoids most of the fires, her body moving faster even than magical flame. Her flesh starts closing almost immediately and she shifts into an odd stance which fills her hands with shadows.

Sariana looks just as skeptical as Tyr, but doesn't intervene. She believes in learning through ones own mistakes after all!

Sariana, who has little appreciation for ancient art, ignores the pottery entirely and heads straight for the bronze doors.

Fortunately three of the party are untroubled by a need for air and can simply walk under the water!

Sariana leads the way. She can hit things in water just as well as without. (Barring the occasional giant turtle!)

Sariana breathes slowly for a moment and then turns on first Tandri then Floare, kissing them both long and deeply. By the time she is done both her girls can see the battle lust fading from her eyes, to be replaced by a more familiar kind as her wounds close slowly under the vampire's own immortal regeneration.

"Daemon blood is nasty." She says, ignoring the near-black ichor the bodies leak. "Not worth trying. Now, let's move on."

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 301d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 281d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 6 + (5) = 172d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 6) + 6 + (2) = 212d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 + (1) = 10

Flurries for the flurry god(dess)!

And a raised shield so Tandri doesn't have to work as hard!

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 281d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 291d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 + (4) = 162d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 6) + 6 + (1) = 202d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 + (6) = 17

With Tandri keeping her dead, Sari focuses on winning the damage race.

Raise shield.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29
Flurry+: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 18 + 1 = 331d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 201d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 1) + 6 + (2) = 162d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + (6) = 192d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 7) + 6 + (2) = 17

And hammer Sari does!

Flurry, strike, raise shield.

Now in position Sariana lets fly with all her speed and skill.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Flurry +: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 371d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 251d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 7) + 6 + (2) = 232d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 + (3) = 172d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 5) + 6 + (6) = 24

Then she raises her shield, ready to deflect the monster's retaliation.

Flurry, strike, raise shield.

Ref: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29

Sariana easily avoids most of the flies and leaps forwards, feinting before she attacks.

Feint: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Flurry: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 311d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 + (5) = 162d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 6) + 6 + (6) = 26

"There's nowhere else to go." Sariana replies, leading the way on soft footsteps, her shield ready on one arm.

Avoiding notice.

Sariana nods her approval as Floare neatly bypasses all the skeletal cyclops and stands thoughtfully examining the rock before them.

"We go carefully." She states firmly. "Those skeletons support the idea of a necromancer. If he is reasonable then good, if not... then what is dead can die once more."

Her girls can tell that Sariana expects the second outcome rather than the first. It seems clear that the Lady of Nightsong hasn't become any more trusting.

Sari's way of dealing with it was much more fun! ;)

Sari 9

Ancestry Feat - Pinch Time

Metal Strikes - all unarmed strikes count as cold iron and silver.

Expert Intimidate

Vampires have spectacular stamina and one of them at least has significant... issues to work through. It proves to be a very good thing that Tandri is no longer constrained by mortal stamina because if she were, she might well no longer be among the living.

It is only once the sun begins to peek above the horizon that Sariana finally slows down. At least some of her demons have been exorcised across the night, but the wildness in her eyes shows that things are not better yet...

Drops to stupified 3. Only three more days to go!

Sariana pounces upon Tandri with all the violence she usually carries within herself utterly unleashed. Her fangs descend towards her Sweetling's neck and there's a perceptible hitch when the vampire scent hits her.

The pause is momentary though and instead Tandri's clothes part as Sariana thrusts one hand between her legs and grasps her by the throat with the other. If she can't satisfy the lust for blood it becomes entirely clear that other lusts are going to substitute instead.

She seems utterly uncaring of her audience, intent only on taking Tandri deep into the realms of her dark passions.

Sariana tears the remaining creatures apart, her usual efficiency devolving into something primal and savage. The creatures are rent limb from limb and when they prove alarmingly free from blood Sariana's gaze roams around and fixes, rather intently, on Derengar...

Fort, +15: 4d20 ⇒ (8, 3, 7, 5) = 23 3 failed.

As blows continue to rain down on her Sariana can't hold back the tide of rage that breaks over her.

Flurry, Strike: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 301d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 331d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 2) + 6 + (2) = 162d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + (3) = 152d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 + (3) = 16

She rejoices in the feeling of her fists crashing through the creature's pallid bodies. They aren't substantial enough for her to really feel the blows but the urges inside her sing none-the-less.

Mechanically, raise shield. Fluff - she's weaving around like a drunken nutcase, so much that it helps her defense!

Fort: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 261d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 271d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 201d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

With the creatures landing a number of blows Sariana's mind starts to cloud with a familiar blood-rage. She growls and then lashes out with a whirlwind of blows, even utilising her rarely used shield to smash into inhuman faces and (maybe) deflect a blow or two - more by luck than judgement.

Flurry: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 261d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + (3) = 112d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 + (4) = 17

Flurry, self heal, raise shield. Now down 26 HP, AC28 for next turn.
Anyone who hit me is flat-footed against my first attack at them this turn. Which means 1 more damage on any hit against them (if it matters...)