No worries GM, it was an enjoyable game
Likewise it was enjoyable playing alongside you Miriel
Best of luck everyone for the future :)
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Nimue notices the magical sheen on the parchment, and it immediately draws her full attention. In her experience, it looked like an illusion spell, which meant the seemingly innocuous parchment was actually more than it appeared. "This parchment has an enchantment placed upon it, a Secret Page spell. I could attempt to dispel this tomorrow, unless anyone else has the ability to decode its contents?" Nimue offers to the group, flourishing the paperwork like a mini banner.
Nimue indicates the altar's dismissively. She doesn't much care for the patrons of some of the elder gods although she respects the stories of the power they wield. Therefore she stays away from the altars after giving them a quick once over. "Those are altars to the gods of the Dark Tapestry. Clearly these gugs worship one or several of them" she advises, before glancing at the parchment, noticing the magical writing. Idly, she wonders if it was a prayer, or spell of calling or communication, something to explain its proximity to an altar.
Nimue winces a little at the damage the team had taken, even though the healing would have mitigated most of it. It certainly looked painful in the least. "That was certainly a frustrating challenge, I wonder if something similar led to the likely misfortune suffered by the previous team or if it was something else entirely." she muses out loud, wondering about the circumstances.
Nimue observes the figure, preparing to unleash one of her strongest curses against it, but decided to wait and see if it would fall to repeated blows before unleashing her divine magic.
Could I delay until right before the Gug goes, see if its still up, and then Bestow Curse before its turn goes?
Ah, that’s what I get for posting first thing in the morning.
Wait where does Vision of Madness give a saving throw DC of 16?
Nimue casts Grace (swift action), neatly strolling right up to the creature, avoiding its massive reach. Attempting to move a little earlier than Miriel, she lightly touches the Gug with a glowing hand.
Irritated that most of her mind affecting abilities would be utterly useless in this fight, Nimue casts Bless, briefly attempting to aid in the accuracy of strikes against the hounds as she waits for the Gug to walk into range.
Very little escapes Nimue's senses, as she immediately spots the minor ambush carried out by these unknown creatures. While she didn't know much about any of them, such as abilities or weaknesses that they might possess, she had always felt that a strong defense usually worked quite fine. Keeping an eye on the more vulnerable members of the group, Nimue falls back a pace to ensure she could defend them if required, while casting Mirror Image, multiple duplicates of her springing up.
"I tend to agree with Korva," Nimue remarks, the priestess glancing at the tiefling for a moment before shifting her gaze to Miriel, who apparently was making the decisions. "Delaying this task for a further day makes it even harder to catch up, or even to find evidence of what happened, or alternatively a trail to follow. There also doesn't sound as if there is a guarantee that an alternative way would be risk free either - there could even be something worse than a Gug on an alternative route. I'd prefer pushing on, I'm confident we can handle this."
"Don't get too far ahead" Nimue warns, with a mild glance at Miriel. "200 feet is quite a long distance, and it has excellent value in being able to scout the landscape ahead, but its also more of a distance for us to cover should things go wrong. Try to avoid walking into an ambush that you could not easily escape from." the priestess finishes, gazing down at her heavy armor, not at all happy or comfortable with the idea of running 200 feet should her talents be needed.
"I'm absolutely terrible at sneaking in this heavy armor I'm wearing, but my senses are sharp, and I prefer being in the thick of combat whenever possible." Nimue remarks in a matter of fact tone. Unlike many of the others, she has not elected to get a mount, having no talent whatsoever handling riding beasts, and therefore follows the group on foot.
Nimue heads towards the Northern exit of the city right away, hardly being concerned with requiring much in the way of new gear. She toys with the idea of renting a mount, but riding steeds had never been one of her skills, and eventually discards the idea. She does however, pick up most of the essential outdoor supplies that Livrist had mentioned the guild would support, such as sleeping options, rations, and storage options, before making her way to the rendezvous point.
Nimue nods calmly. "That is both accommodating and acceptable." she responds to Livrist, before follows the tiefling (along with others) out of the room, joining the discussion as they poured over the maps, seeking any geological advantages or hazards to watch out for or alternatively observe.
"Before we leave, its reasonably certain that we might need supplies during this mission, especially if it could drag on, or if there are time delays. Would the guild be prepared to assist with the cost of various supplies for this task or are we expected to fund those on our own?" Nimue replies, trying to keep her request casual and respectful. She wasn't too bothered either way, as she had the funds to afford most of what she would need - but she wanted to try and see if she could push her luck. Besides - you never knew unless you asked.
"We will most likely need to know the route Damar Frell would have most likely taken, as it could be known to anyone that caused misfortune to the scout team. While I'm confident we could handle it, talking into a possible ambush irks me" Nimue remarks simply, idly wondering how many people knew of the situation behind the slave and would be ambitious enough to attempt to take it for themselves.
Nimue glances around the office with a curious gaze, having had limited opportunities to be in Livrist's office. It seemed rather tasteful for a leading member of the Nightrunners which Nimue respected, while she enjoyed luxury and wealth as much as anyone else, she disliked openly flashing it seeing as portraying a weakness. Moving her gaze from the location, the priestess observed each of the others carefully. It didn't take her long to spot the obvious member of House Misraria - which Nimue has privately expected. She suspected that Livrist was as prone to bias and wondered if Miriel had been picked because she was skillful, or because of her House. The serpentfolk was...interesting, but Nimue didn't believe that it was as stupid as it looked - the Nightrunners didn't select idiots, and that blade on the serpentfolks back looked used. The fact that the creature was underplaying him or herself immediately put Nimue on guard. Her musings slightly interrupted as a flamboyant Captain announced himself. Nimue hid a private smile with difficulty, she liked his style and charm, aspects she both lacked and wished she had but she wasn't going to say so out loud. As people began gradually introducing themselves, Nimue waits politely for a pause before beginning her own. "My name is Nimue. Nimue Durmada." the half drow offers, still obviously dressed for any sudden combat, in her silvery black full plate armor and shield slung across her back, the former prominently displaying her holy symbol of Lamashtu on the front. A cloak full of black feathers rides off her shoulders, the rest of her clothing tight fitting with dark colors favored, and yet perfectly practical for combat.
Nimue glowers slightly at the large statue of Nocticula towering over her, as she performs her daily obedience's and rituals in service of her patron. Nimue liked know who was a likewise follower, and who likewise wasn't, considering it useful to know which houses people belonged to. Nimue wasn't shy about hiding her own religion, it wasn't as if she felt she needed to be scared about hiding it. Upon receiving the message from the guild agent, Nimue considers the development, before ultimately deciding it was worth pursuing. It seemed that the Nightrunners were always busy as the priestess duly arriving at his office upon the appointed time, at ease and relaxed about the summons.
Skill ranks done.
Noted, adding skill ranks when I finish work.
I’m checking in :) Thank you very much for selecting me!
No worries GM, i’m perfectly happy for her family to show up as major / minor antagonists in future. It makes perfect sense considering her personal goals and objectives.
Updated Nimue to include a backstory. She is technically finished but I might fiddle with a few things between now and recruitment.
Nimue's Crunch in the profile is done, finishing up her backstory now
Yeah, I think I'll stick with a Cleric. Perhaps someone that wades into the thick of things with Bestow Curse and so on. Still fine tuning the concept backstory at present
Oh hi, it's good to catch up again! Been kinda a while since I played PFS though :s
Oooh a Faceless GM game, I'm interested. Might play a Half Drow Cleric of Lamashtu
Yeah I'm giving up on this, mostly because I just don't believe this will ever actually get started back up again.
Nimue listens to the story with interest, stories about deities separate from her patron always enthralled her, and the sight of so many butterflies soaring through the sky, was simply splendid.
"I'm just travelling for the enjoyment of it, I hadn't actually planned to be in this area around this time, but my travels took longer than anticipated, and here I am."
Nimue nods in agreement. "I agree, I haven't really been in the presence of so many religious leaders in quite some time, its a bit of an unusual situation"
I don't mind either way.
Nimue poltely snorts at Rooke's suggestion, looking down at the heavy items she was carrying. "I don't really think I do sack races, maybe its best to watch and learn from the best" she says, with a half amused smile.
Ursk turns to Nimue, waving. "That's the beauty of the fair, Madam. It connects us all. We're all tied to the ebb and flow of people, goods, and money, and these gatherings serve as a pleasant reminder." The dwarf looks up at Nimue, performing a quick double-take. "Goodness, me! When did you show up, madam? Help, I seem to have confused myself. Has Ursk been talking to Nimue or someone else :/
Nimue isn't sure if the dwarf is directly asking for her own name as well as Lila's, but decides it wouldn't hurt. "My name is Nimue, one of Sivanah's faithful, not quite as common as some of the faiths such as Cayden Caliean, Abadar, or even Desna", she finishes, gesturing at the celebration.
"Greetings sir, the contest was interesting to watch, you should feel proud that you managed to almost succeed, as for me, I'm mostly enjoying the sights, and attractions of a new town - and this festival certainly has a lot to showcase. You see, I tend to roam around a lot, so occasions such as this always make me feel connected even if I'm just passing through."
Nimue slips through the crowd, its not often that she got to enjoy such a festival and quietly browsed what was on offer, smiling politely every now and again upon hearing a particularly witty remark. Slightly amused at the first event being weightlifting, she decides to stay clear. She considered herself only averagely strong and certainly not in the league that others were, but she was content to observe and perhaps be impressed at any daring feats. |