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I am also patient (and dealing with adjusting to school life, so I empathize).

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Septima also smells the distinctive scent of burning pants. However, Amara's interruption strikes a note of cringe into her soul that can only mended by shoveling as much of the delicious food into her mouth as possible.

That's good to hear. I'll probably pick it up again once I take my mountain of reading material.

Septima raises an eyebrow at Amara, a smile just barely showing on her face.

She coughs and turns to Rexus. "I'm sorry to interrupt but, you were saying, sir?"

"You clean up well. Who knew?"

Septima stepped back from Amara's personal space, nodding as she moved. taking ten on k(Nobility) would be an 18 for her, so I'm going to run with her knowing a bit. She bit her lip, should she say anything? No, no. Let's not throw the news of her destitute family in the face of someone who could cleave you in half with a table.

"They're...not very liked, honestly. Especially now." she smiled tightly, rocking on her heels. "My mother was a painter, professionally. You may have seen some of her portraits. ...or heard some of her impassioned speeches, maybe."

I don't actually recall offhand exactly how much Septima knows about Amara's history, so I'm going to assume it's somewhere between 'jack' and 'squat', since this is their first real conversation.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Septima says tactfully, though her eyes widen in surprise. A question frees itself from her lips before she can politely wrangle it back. So, you're a noble? I didn't even realize, you don't-"

Red consumes Septima's face. "Su-Sorry. I shouldn't pry into your life." She gulps, a vivd image of Ramon in her mindseye. What a great way to get to know a party member, Septima!

I've read up to Summer Knight, but it's been a while. They were awesome books, tho! The audiobook is done by Spike from Buffy, if that appeals to anyone.

Septima froze.

"Oh."

She tried to school her face into something more polite than the slackjawed expression her reaction wanted from her. 'This is not what I expected. This is definitely not what I expected to see today.'

"I see, of course." She reaches for the laces and starts to tie them neatly.

"Amara... Have you been carrying this with you the whole time?"

Septima had already cleaned herself by the time, thoroughly enough to leave a soft red mark on her forearms from the force of her scrubbing. Her hair was still damp, rings of curls only just regaining their shape. She was out of her comfort zone by miles, but at least being clean in the bunkhouse felt better than the muck she had been covered in before.

She had been watching Alexis before, pointedly ignoring Mira's voice and staying right where she was at least warm(ish) and fed. Besides, her head was full enough with the events previous already, the last she needed was to wander into trouble yet again. She had barely finished mourning her parents, for gods' sake, and now she was already evading the law.

'Well. At least Mother would be proud of that much.'

Her thoughts paused at the sound of another voice. Amara. "Mmm?" She responded, shaking her damp head before standing and going over to her. What in the world did Amara need help with? Blade sharpening, or...?

"He's certainly something... But as for what, I don't know."

A smile does not magically appear, but Tikkle does manage to pull some pink cheeks out of Septima's surprised expression.

She coughs behind her hand. "You're very kind, sir." She says simply.

Yeah, I haven't run into anyone that's really taken the age thing seriously. Is also the least experienced of the group by far so YMMV

I suppose it makes sense if you're making a lvl 1 fighter a 70 year old granny who just started her journey to avenge her village from the big bad. An A++ concept, btw

But an ex-soldier or someone with experience? I don't see the point in throwing the same restrictions on them.

Septima jumps at the question, her attention previously on the water. She rubs her signet ring self consciously. "Yes, I am. Maria is,"

"was my mother."

Coping? what's that word mean?

Septima is still cringing from Alexis' display, but manages to nod silently.

Forgot to reply but yes, Septima took the cloak.

Septima keeps behind Amara like a smart cookie, following Alexis' idea and inspecting the man.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Septima purses her lips, showing little interest in the loot as well. "Anything that can keep me from dying. I can't really afford to be picky in life threatening situations."

"An itch?" Septima wrinkles her nose before going over to Amara.

"Let me see what I can do. Shall I?"

She holds her hands out, waiting for Amara to show her the infected area.

And now that I've finally leveled Sep, I can do this!Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Septima narrows her eyes at Mira, but does so in Elven.

I'd assume Infernal would be Latin, personally, but I like this so far. Anyone else have any ideas?

Welp, I see a hangover in someone's future. Maybe Septima's, maybe Mira's, maybe everyone's. But someone's.

Septima returns to the cistern with a wine bottle cradled in the crook of her arm, and the raven statuette in another, gazing at it curiously.

"As did I. Did anyone find a a corkscrew, out of curiousity?"

Assuming this helps, I'm going to roll to see if I can find anything of note on the raven Knowledge, Nobility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Luckily the schedule problem should be partly absolved, now that I don't have work to slowly erode my soul. And as for memory slippage, Alexis now has the ability to anno-remind me to post 24/7

Well attacking worked, so... Let's attack the freaky things again!!

Crossbow: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Septima sees the others go for the offense, and decides to follow. She raises her crossbow and aims for the...thing on the left.

Crossbow: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Thanks to Amara's great and Totally Accurate saying, Septima snaps out of whatever deep thought that had wrapped her mind up for so long.

"Wait, what? I heard my name." She blinks, glancing between Alexis and Amara.

Hey, I'm here too! Um... finally. Sorry about that. ^^;

Despite being the sole healthy party member, Septima can't help but feel her stomach attempt to revolt. She follows Mira's plan and rushes for the trap door.

Septima puts a hand on Alexis' shoulder.

"Are you quite sure you're alright?"

"Ahh yes, let's just dump the acid that we keep just for holes full of strange vermin." Septima says dryly.

"Alexis has a point. We're getting distracted. We should probably leave it be..."

"That was...Odd. What was that?"

Septima starts towards it, eyes narrowed, but hesitates.

"Amara, I think we missed a rat."

Septima looks down into the trap door and gags.

"That's all of them, right?

Sorry again. Persona also happened to my life as well. ^^;

Septima is keeping to the back, but moves over to Mira for a moment.

"Are you, err, quite alright?"

She glances at Alexis, answering her question with a glare.

I'm praying a 14 let's us know something significant...Otherwise septima has failed the party too, lol.

know(Nobility): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Septima wipes the drool off of her face, wincing briefly. She shakes it off, then reaches out towards her again, this time scratching behind an ear. The fear of being eaten by dogs has now slowly left her, so guess what Amara, Septima is making sense again!

"We're not honestly considering keeping this thing, are we?"

Septima nods and goes towards the dog, her posture low (having remembered some vague tidbit from childhood about dogs disliking height...or something. Who knows if it applies to dire ones.)

She holds out a hand and-

Cure Light Wounds time! 1/5

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Septima dares a glance at Amara to frown at her. At least she's not intimidating it?

She looks back at the others and asks, in her own not-normal way that kind of cuts Amara out of the conversation, if she should heal it.

Septima hesitates, but after seeing the dog not lunge for her, she takes a knee, letting herself go close to the ground. Her next attempt at speaking is quite soft, despite her current impairment.

Hopefully, it doesn't take it as a chance to attack... and if it does, Amara is there to save her, right? Right?

Yeah, I may have only skimmed some of the posts. I was rushing myself to get a post out, I'm really sorry. ^^;

Also I know Alexis wants Septima to do a Handle Animal skill but, I don't have it and isn't it trained only? I did a CHA check anyway, just in case, but otherwise she can't really do much, to be entirely honest...

Septima frowns and looks between the three. This is annoying, this...this curse or whatever it was that had its hold on her was getting old quickly.

She faces the big dog and tries to do something, really anything to try and calm it...hopefully Infernal doesn't scare it?

I know Handle Animal is trained only but... worth a shot? Otherwise, assume that Septima is holding her action.
Straight CHA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

So I didn't actually read Thrune's proclamations until now and...I have one thing to say about it.

Taking away nighttime tea is monstrously evil.

Septima rushes forward to Amara's back and starts to...Basically poke her, her hands glowing alternating colors of green and gold as she murmurs in Hellspeak.

that's one cast of guidance and one cast of resistance on Amara! Also I'm on the phone so if someone else could move my token, I'd be super thankful.

Yeah, Alexis is correct. Sorry about that. My post should be up in a few minutes!

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Septima wakes with a frown and a feeling of discomfort vaguely floating in her belly.

She goes to sit somewhere quiet for a moment to collect herself and meditate while the rest of the party does...Stuff.

I tried to see if oracles have the second requirement to pray like clerics do, but I didn't find anything clear. I'm going to assume no, since they don't need to prepare, but I'm keeping the meditation angle for fluff's sake.

Yeah, I've been noticing it too.

To be honest, writing that was more fun than I initially expected.

(Now we all lie in wait for Alexis to post a reference to Persona.)

"Okay, look. Don't freak out. I'm as confused as you are."

"Why...what are you wearing?"

"Hey. This is my head. If I want to wear PJs in my head, I can damn well do so. Imeanitsnotlikeyouknowwhattheyarebut-"

"Wait, wait. Slow down. We're in your head?"

"Oh, s+@$. I wasn't planning to say that out loud. I think I'm going to leave before I break some metaphysical law or something. But, one last thing. That hallway over there? Don't."

The hallway in question is off to the side and lined with windows as well, one of them shows a boy in darkness, his neck tied in a red noose that's held by another person.

...or at least, that's all Septima sees before the figure flips a lever and the doors to that hallway slam shut.

Probably the music right now