Satati of the Reeds's page

I honestly don't know what to do. I haven't seen anything from Olmek as a GM or player in some time; I hope he's alright, whatever's going on. I'd be happy to wait, but if others want to find a new GM, I'm down for that as well.

Someday I'll stop being surprised to find out I have people lurking on my other games. Someday. I'm glad people like Kaz, though. I like him too.

I'm still here, as well. Just waiting for movement.

I'd be sorry to see Salomae go! =(

"Animated guards, it seems," Satati replies to Menedes, not wanting to move into the crowded room. "Is there anything of value here?"

"Is everyone alright?" Satati asks, watching from the doorway as Alayi inspects the chest.

I'm running games at ConCentric most of this weekend, and Sunday night is my six year anniversary with my fiance. Don't expect a flurry of activity from me, and bot me as needed =)

Still here! =)

I hope your emergency has passed! Lack of internet blows, though. =( Hope you're taking care of yourself!

Sasati takes another clumsy swing at the doll in front of her, trying to distract it from her companions.

Attack (bless; aid another): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
I think that will do it, as I only need to hit AC 10 (though I may have some penalties from Sal's position). If Sal doesn't move, she gets +2 AC against the next attack from Doll #2; if she [ii]does[/i] move, Marcus gets the bonus instead.
I know how you feel, Neve; this is about all I can do :P

Drawing her longspear, Satati wuickly realizes that she'll be of no use in the cramped room. Instead, she jabs desperately at the doll in front of Salomae, trying to distract it.

Longspear (bless, aid another): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Even with any penalties, that should give Sal a +2 to AC against the next attack from #2.

I've had a rather rough few weeks. My home situation is growing ever more hostile due to a particular family member moving back in, and I've found out that I won't have my job much longer due to there being no funding for it. So I'm looking for a job and a house, both of which are pretty unattainable right now - I can't get a home loan because I have no reliable income, and I can't get a job because I'm inexperienced in everything that's hiring. I've been stressed to high heaven at work, and when I get home, I've wanted to do nothing but sleep.

I'm still around, but I'm pretty absent right now, and trying to get my life back on track, and to not post when I'm feeling so depressed (which is pretty frequently). Please be patient with me. I'm trying to work my way back into everything.

Sorry for the silence. Work's been kicking my butt. :( I'm hoping to jump back in soon; trying to catch up on where everything's at.

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"I am a travelling priestess and papyrus-maker. Traps are not my specialty," Satati points out, mentally reprimanding the Ifrit. "However, should you need it, I can tend to any wounds they inflict. Those are mere scratches, though." Rubbing her chin, she asks, "Could you try again? Perhaps learn from your mistakes?"

Sorry for my silence. Still getting back into the swing of things.

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Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Hmph," Satati mutters, shaking her head. "Digging it is, then. Shall we all work at once, or in shifts?"

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"We can only affect our own actions," Satati agrees softly. "We should endeavour to damage as little as possible. This site will be older than anyone we've ever known."

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Welcome back! Hope you enjoyed your vacation!

Oh, that's a relief. I promise not to get ridiculous with it!

It's actually bare essentials that still do it - weapon, ranged weapon, armour, backpack, spell component pouch, money. Still over 38 lbs. >.>

So, I just realized... Even if I hand off my rope and torches to someone else, Satati's going to be at medium encumberance.

In fact, if I ever give her any kind of heavier armour, that alone will put her at medium encumberance.

I, um... I'm realizing I really didn't think this through. >.>

Oof, that's a lot to read! Sorry I don't have much to say in response =(

Satati stares a moment at the newcomers to the Tooth & Hookah, before realizing what she's doing and hurrying after the rest of the Circle, the ground outside warm on her bare feet.

At the Mausoleum entrance, she watches the unfolding scene with curiosity. They are so quick to anger, she muses silently. Insisting and protesting will get them nowhere. When the dandy-attired woman passes them by, she draws back slightly, awed by the irritation practically radiating off of her.

The skin over one of Satati's eyes, where her eyebrow should be, twitches at Alayi's counter to her argument. She gives a nod of approval - it was good reasoning. She smiles at Salomae's philosophical waxing - "There are more pressing matters."

At Marcus' proposed name, she pauses, pondering, eyes briefly flickering closed. "Yes... yes, that could work," she muses. "The Circle of Six. I like it." She turns her smile on Marcus. "And you registering us certainly seems appropriate."

Satati raises an eyebrow at Neve's blessing. "I have often read those words in that tongue, but never heard them spoken," she says softly. "You are indeed one who follows 古い方法."

She glances back at Farhaan, nodding. "Yes, a name. I was never too good with them myself," she admits with a small shrug. "I vote against 'The Desert Flames', though. Fire has no control - it exists only to destroy, to consume. We are seekers of knowledge, and such a violent name does not become us."

"My parents named me Satati," the undine responds, clasping one hand over her heart and giving a short bow, a bare incline of the upper body. "Tephu named me 'of the Reeds', believing me blessed by the Sphinx itself." She glances at Ninevekhti, and the holy symbol in her belt, before giving her a faint nod of recognition and approval. "Blessings of the Old Gods upon you," she murmurs, out of habit rather than respect. The image of the cliff at the shoreline enters her mind again.

It's cool, GM. Just go with the flow. =)

Ninevekhti's mannerisms grate against Satati like the sea wearing down cliffs. Slowly but surely, this woman shall weather my resolve, she thinks, shaking her head slightly.

She glances at Alayi, confused for a moment. "I have never met this fireblood before. Why would you assume such a thing?" she asks curiously. She smiles slightly at the cognition, however, fingers briefly brushing the symbol. "Very astute. Not many recognise the old gods these days, but the Green Empress watches over me as surely as the sun in the sky."

She shakes her head again at Alayi's enthusiasm. Typical fireblood. Unable to contain such volatility.

Satati finishes her water and conjures more, watching the people milling about. There was a group seeming to form, one for the lottery, from the sounds of it. Sipping at her drink, she turns from her table, watching a few moments before standing and running a hand back over her shaved scalp, webbed fingers and sheer blue skin betraying her lineage easily.

She strides barefoot across the room to the group, greeting them with a stiff bow, loose linens rustling against leather armour. A mace hangs at her side, a symbol of an asp at her sternum. "It seems you are all seeking the necropolis," she says, in a cool, calm voice like the water whispering through reeds. The smell of the Sphinx still hangs about her from her recent swim from Tephu, fresh and green. "There are likely to be undead. If there are, you need me."

No worries, I just figured it got buried in the excitement. Thanks for answering! :-)

Works for me. I'm afraid I'll have to post tomorrow - one of our cleaners collapsed at work today; I came out of the bathroom in time to see the ambos defibrillating him. Now I'm just too drained to find Satati's voice.

Also going to repeat this question, since I think it got buried.

I've also taken Scribe Scroll as my feat, and I'd completely forgotten about it - GM, would I be able to begin play having crafted a couple of scrolls? And are you happy with me having that feat / will I get a chance to make much use of it? If the answer to either is 'no', I'll swap it out for something else.

In character, Satati would probably view the gimmicky name as an annoyance. Out of character, I love the idea.

Satati follows the old gods of ancient Osirion, specifically Wadjet, the goddess of serpents. She's interested in the history of the Necropolis, knowing that relics of ancient deities and times will be there, which she wants to see for herself. Also, she knows that the undead may stalk the place, and that she can offer divine protection to a party in exchange for martial protection.

I'd just like to provide this timeless piece of wisdom: never piss off the medic ;-)

Bah! Damned firespawn. Always so flighty and impulsive. Would it kill you lot to slow down once in a while, and contemplate your actions? ;-)

Hey all, friendly neigbourhood healbot cleric checking in! I made Satati for another Mummy's Mask game that lasted one, maybe two encounters (from memory) before fizzling, so I'm familiar with the very early stages of it. ;-)

I guess I've got a pretty simple concept - I buff, I heal, I hit things (sometimes). The other character I pitched was... significantly wackier, but a support cleric seems to always be simple and in demand. I've also taken Scribe Scroll as my feat, and I'd completely forgotten about it - GM, would I be able to begin play having crafted a couple of scrolls? And are you happy with me having that feat / will I get a chance to make much use of it? If the answer to either is 'no', I'll swap it out for something else.

Cheers! Was a good day. Now, let's try to get this thing moving again ;-)

Hey all, just letting you know I won't be posting much for the next couple of days. Tomorrow I'm running back-to-back PFS slots at a local convention, and the day after is my birthday, so I'll have family stuff going on. Try not to move too far without me!

"I should be fine now," Satati mutters, checking her wounds. At least she wasn't in immediate danger of bleeding out.

Bleeding from the gash across her gut, Satati takes stock of her prepared spells. After a moment, she places a hand against her own wound and mutters a short prayer.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Swapping out magic weapon to spontaneously cast.

It wasn't ideal, but it would help.

Satati withdraws, taking cover behind the group.

As the spear cuts a gash across her belly, Satati stumbles back, trying to retreat to a safe distance.

If I can, I'd like to 5-foot step back out of reach; if that won't be good enough, I'll take a withdraw action. If a 5-foot step is sufficient, I'll also cast shield on myself.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Satati draws her longspear, bracing to attack the statue when it moves closer. "Forgive me, ancient gods," she whispers, before setting her face into a hard mask.

Readying an attack against the statue once it enters my 10-foot reach. I'll make the rolls now in the interest of speeding things along.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Fearful of the jackal-headed statue, Satati looks at the others for guidance. The emotion on her face resembles a river - seemingly calm, but with a wild turmoil just below the surface. "I don't recognise this god," she explains in a low tone. "One of the deities of ancient Osirion, but beyond that, I don't know."

Glancing briefly at her teammates for affirmation, Satati spreads her hands and recites the Pharasmin funeral prayer in carefully-practised ancient Osiriani. "Lady Pharasma, guide this soul along your river. Let it find its final peace by your hands."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Satati repeats the warnings in a hushed tone, studying the statues. "Quieting the troubled spirit sounds like the better option," she mutters, trying to identify the statues - and the appropriate prayers.

"I say left," Satati offers, not looking up from examining the urns.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Satati stretches her wounded leg tenderly, sighing with relief. "Well, I don't think it's getting any worse," she chuckles. "Alright. Let's proceed."

"What is the time?" Satati wonders, glancing back the way the group came.

GM, when do I need to make another save against that scorpion venom from earlier?

I don't have guidance prepped, mate. >.>

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"If anything bad happens, try to yell out. Give us some kind of warning." Satati's attempt at humor is matched by a small, wry smile as she watches Ayedan make his descent.

As Ayedan gives the all-clear, Satati steps into the room, bare feet leaving prints in the dusty floor. The faces on the walls catch her attention - she peers at them curiously, trying to determine if they're some sort of religious icons.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Yeah, I assumed that was the case. Never hurts to check, though.

Satati staggers slightly as the poison saps her strength, barely registering Askaya's aid. She mutters out a thanks, leaning on her longspear as Ayedan's sets to work on the door.