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Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

fluff:

Tandri Rumblespark was different. Had been all her life. A dwarf as un-dwarfy as one could imagine. Tainted by the blood the succubi that flowed through her veins. Cursed to draw the lusts of others while curdling their stomachs in disgust at the same time. Not following the traditional dwarven gods, instead worshipping the elven 'whore' (her father's words).

This was a topic that was often on her mind nowadays. Not about the difference the world sees in her, but the differences she now sees between herself and those she loves.

Distracting her.

Tandri sighed as she took off her glasses, placing them on her book. “We are short.” She rubbed the bridge of her pink nose, a hint of sharp irritation in her voice.

Madam Rumblespark, we've heard from Lady Nightsong's men already. Our production isn't meeting the needs of growth” the charming foreman said with a leer, which was quite unwise. “We need more farmlands, more workers, more-

I am aware, Mr. Potter” She slipped her glasses back on and looked back in her big tome full of careful lines and numbers. Inventory, purchases...

Purchases, like Curtains. Her finger stopped, remembering the shopping trip for their rooms. So Floare would be safe.

Pain flared, as another difference spiking in her mind. Distracting her.

Mr. Potter leaned in. “What ya looking at?” Too close, breathing in her particular euphoric scent. She didn't care at all to think about what she smelled like to Him.

Her finger traced down away from curtains to rows and rows of numbers.

These are the crop yields and these are what was sold and distributed. We are short. Not short as in we didn't produce enough. We Are Short in what we should have.

His smile wavered but then slid back on. “You must have gotten them wrong, I know how numbers and such can tax a pretty little-

The dwarf turned toward him and said flatly “I do not get numbers wrong.” It is all she had to distract her from the pain of being different from them, throwing herself into her work. “Someone is cheating Lady Nightsong of what is hers.

He backed away “Hey listen now-

Wearily she stopped him “We already know you. The guards have searched your place and your profits seized.

He looked around like a cornered dog, looking for those guards. They were not here. Just a small enticing dwarf with a still tail, hands folded, and no weapon.

His smile returned, uglier this time, as his hand reached for his knife. He could have such fun before he needed to run.

Her eyes never left him as a single cluck came from her lips. The bulk that had been chewing on a bone on the warehouse floor rose to alarming heights.

Y-You said he was harmless!” he stammered as his bowels loosened.

He is... to me.

----

After Beaky ate, Tandri saw to the promotion of the next foreman, then called for a wagon for her and her pet to return home. The dozen night guards Lady Nightsong insisted she traveled with riding beside.

Tandri nestled into the warmth of the owlbear, trying her best to go to sleep on the bouncy road.

Sleeping at home was the worst. Where she felt the most different from the two of them. All that time lost, where she couldn't be a part of their lives, was crushing her slowly.

And it hurt so much she wondered how she could continue living.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri the level eight

class feat
advanced domain
pleasure domain
Captivating Adoration
You become intensely entrancing, and creatures are distracted by you as long as they remain within the area. You can exclude any creatures you choose from the effects. If a creature is in the aura when you Cast the Spell or when it enters the aura for the first time, it must attempt a Will saving throw. If a creature leaves and reenters, it uses the results of its original save.

ancestor feat
Vampire Dedication

skill feat
Advanced First Aid (reduce frightened or sickened)

sorcerer third level spell, fear (5 targets)
replaced second level with darkness

Memorized Divine Wraith as her other cleric level 4


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri frowns in even more annoyance, then sighs "Now we'll have to bury him, I suppose." the gnome being less sharp at the end and giving knowledge to Floare evened the scales in her mind, so she pulls off her cloak and starts to collect the bones.

Tyr and Dante help with a hole, then it is done. The rite she speaks is pure Calistrian, having never asked him what his preference would be before he was gone. It ends with "Transgressions can be balanced, never forgiven, this soul has reached equilibrium toward your servant. May you grant his next life to be full of desires, both big and small."


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri nods as her small body shuffles back toward the entrance, returning to the skeletal remains of a gnome slumped against the southwestern wall. "Are you still in there?" she asks with a hint of annoyance. "The plant is dead, your caves cleaned."


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

rousing skeletons, dc25 vs reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Tandri expends her last healing spell on Deregar, happy he is not dead, though she realizes her job would be easier if he was at least Undead.

heal, 3rd: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (2, 7, 6) + 24 = 39


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

rousing skeletons, dc 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
heal, 4rth, for Deregar: 4d8 + 32 ⇒ (6, 3, 7, 2) + 32 = 50

In a flash, Deregar is down, making Tandri gasp in worry, grit her teeth in irritation at this plant, and focus her spell casting on the summoner.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri lets out a slight gasp of delight as Her little bony terrors cut into the plant so well. Mentally she encourages them to keep sating their desires, while weaving a harming spell for her mistress.

rousing skeletons, dc 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8
harr, lv 4, two action on Sariana: 4d10 + 32 ⇒ (7, 9, 3, 9) + 32 = 60


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

recall knowledge, sustain
nature: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

As her slight scratches are healed, Tandri looks with worry at Lady Nightsong and Floare, worried to her core that this has hurt them. It hadn't. So she turns her focus on the plant, looking for weaknesses, or at least understanding.

While she does so, her skeletons, which had been knocked about, start chewing on the offspring of the last foe with equal eagerness.

rousing skeletons, dc 25 vs reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Her goddess provides her mistress with a little guidance as well

Guidance on Sari


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

skeletons, DC 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
divine lance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
damage, spirit damage: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 1, 1) = 10

Tandri tries to gauge damage on her mistress, which is always hard since she doesn't bleed or ever show signs of pain. But she believes, now is not the time to expend another mending of her palid flesh spell. Instead, she attempts to blast it with her goddess's ire while her skeletons continue their tearing.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri maintains the bones that cry out for revenge while weaving a quick harming spell into her mistress.

choosing her low-level one to conserve resources if the battle starts going really bad.
harm to heal Sari, level 1: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

rousing skeletons, DC 25 reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

will: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 1 = 18

Terror fills Tandri's mind as nausea fills her stomach. Only the fear of losing those she loves keeps her from running from the place. Instead, she calls to the remnants of the chimera's meals to claim vengeance. Claws, hands, and talons all swarm over the creature.

rousing skeletons, dc 25 vs reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

The sickeningly sweet smell of rot overcomes Tandri for a moment, making her want to stop breathing immediately. Unfortunately, she prays for her magic and her only use to her mistress is with her magic.

So she breathes. "My stomach... vicious Lady Sting... please give Lady Nightsong the... strength to claim vengeance for my... stomach"

cast heroism on Sari, +1 status bonus to attack rolls, Perception checks, saving throws, and skill checks.

She'll then give in to the desire to retch, which is neither pretty nor effective.

fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri translates "Kill the beast, save the kingdom." She summarizes at the end.

She would ask the gnome about last rites to lay his body to rest, but her hackles being raised at his tone makes her want him to remain trapped one-armed in a cave for a few decades before returning to lay him to rest. So she doesn't ask.

But she does thank him for the information.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri colors and frowns equally at the dead gnome's tone, wanting to snap back that she didn't know he was dead when she asked, but deciding that would just make her look more foolish.

She translates the rest of the gnome's words (if he was speaking gnomish), "Is there anything you can tell us about this Bloom that will help us defeat it?"


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
nature: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

Tandri sees her mistress looks to her, so quickly moves forward to follow through the wall In gnomish, she greets him as she hurries after"May the moss grow up to be felt under the foot. Are you well?"


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

At her mistress's look, Tandri nods a yes he is okay for battle, but the nervous twitching of her tail tells Sari that there is another problem. With an arched brow, Tadri cracks open. "I used almost all my goddess's gifts for the day." she explains she has no healing spells and only a single powerful vampiric healing spell.

plus a level one harm as well.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri comes out of her cover, brused and battered, but alive. "I am happy you are alive as well." she tells the summoner. The dwarf holds up needle and thread, gesturing for him to sit while she works on him.

She is careful to touch him as little as possible, both due to her mistress's passions and her own passion-inducing touch thanks to her demonic blood. She gives an apologetic smile to her friend that is taking longer than normal.

medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34
healed: 2d8 + 30 ⇒ (3, 4) + 30 = 37
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32 FINALLY!
healed: 2d8 + 30 ⇒ (4, 3) + 30 = 37

Then she finally starts to work on her own wounds, holding the thread in her sharp teeth, while she stitches.
medicine: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
healed: 2d8 + 30 ⇒ (7, 6) + 30 = 43


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandir focuses her harming on the mistress since her well of positivity is drained dry now. Her poltergeist keeps frantically attempting to claw out his eyes.

harm, 4rth: 4d10 + 32 ⇒ (10, 7, 6, 2) + 32 = 57
Pernicious Poltergeist Deathly Assault, DC 25: 4d10 ⇒ (10, 5, 5, 1) = 21


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri was too focused on hurting and missed the need for healing. Floare's scream draws her back into the moment, and she sees Deregar on the ground. "no no no no" she chants with pure worry.

heal, 3rd on Deregar: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (6, 3, 8) + 24 = 41
I believe that is her last heal spell. She'll need to get close to use battle medicine

Her poltergeist continues her ripping and biting.
Pernicious Poltergeist Deathly Assault, DC 25: 4d10 ⇒ (7, 8, 3, 7) = 25


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

No one is about to fall over, other than herself, Tandri notes, though she worries her lower lip at whether or not to go ahead and heal more or to try and help.

Her poor lip is tortured by her teeth for several seconds before she decides. She summons a poltergeist of a long-dead spiteful love lost (not hers) and suggests the invisible ghostly woman take out all her frustrations on That Man.

casting Pernicious Poltergeist, choosing Deathly Assault as the option to go with right now. 'The poltergeist focuses on one creature in the area and flies through that creature’s space, dealing 4d10 negative damage (basic Fortitude save).'

Pernicious Poltergeist Deathly Assault, DC 25: 4d10 ⇒ (2, 5, 1, 10) = 18


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Another peak over the rock, Tandri sees the unbleeding wounds of her mistress and sends her harmful healing her way.

harm, 4rth: 4d10 + 32 ⇒ (6, 10, 6, 8) + 32 = 62


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Looking over her pile of rubble, she sees Deregar and Tyr take slashing blades across their flesh. Ignoring her own wounds again, she pours more healing (the tender carress kind) to the summoner.

heal, 4rth, 2 action: 4d8 + 32 ⇒ (6, 4, 1, 2) + 32 = 45


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Tandri is not made for agility. Too little in places, too much in others, so when she is done with thinking of a lovely retort about big mouthed speech givers, she never gets a chance to even say it before the rips through her body.

Bloody, and hurting, the pink flesh running with red, she reaches up and focuses her harming spell on Floare. Even with her new undead strength it is clear she is doing even worse.

harm to heal: 4d10 + 32 ⇒ (5, 8, 10, 7) + 32 = 62

This would be the first time Floare experiences Tandri's healing through the searing red bliss of Calistra's negative energy. Tandri is much better at this energy than the other. Something about her mindset.

Then as flesh mends with perfect precision, and the pink dwarf sighs with relief that at least one of the people she cares about is better, Tandri shuffles off in pain, to try her best to move somewhere a little more out of the blast zone.

two action harm, stride to find cover if possible.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri watches Floare feed, standing back and folding her hands tight. She knows this is not the first time Floare has eaten, but just the first time Tandri has seen it.

Violence is far from new to the priestess, Change is what is worrying her. The two of them are still close, closer than anyone other than their mistress, closer in ways even than to her.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri gives a small worried glance at Floare, as she lets out a very low growl. Intelligence would suggest to move away, but instead Tandri moves closer and lets her goddess's power guide the other woman's attacks.

Then sends another searing bolt of divine power.

guidance on Floare
divine lance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
damage: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 2, 2) = 9


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri joins in with the onslought, first providing her goddess's guidance in helping punish the cultists who dared hurt their dragon, and then by sending a searing energy at the nearest.

guidance on Sari
divine lance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
damage: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 3, 4) = 12


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri's world has shifted, again. Floare is still Floare, and his mistress is still the same, but they are all different now. Floare is... hard to explain. Sharper? While her mistress is softer? Like something was transferred from one to the other.

Neither leave the dwarf out, other than hunting of course, but there is a distance that makes her heart ache.

----------
At the cave

"They are like a sign pointing to the Evil Lair" Tandri says toward the plants, beautiful and deadly... speaking of which...

nature: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

She inspects the plants, keeping an eye out for anything particularly dangerous.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri wrap ups:

In the crypt, the scent filling every space brightens so much as Sari's almost remembers her own last day, so so so long ago. A fleeting brush of that day woken by the sheer Joy her words sparked in the small pink dwarf.

Tandri tries to contain the smile, why she does she doesn't know. She nods quickly, not trusting herself to speak. She reaches in and squeezes Floare's cold hand "I'll be waiting."

She gives her mistress a quick dip, then leaves her to what she needs to do.
----
Later she nuzzles back into body, completely unaware she was almost dinner.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

on that day:

Tandri had noticed the other coffin, briefly, before the sight of Floare, so still, so... dead, makes her heart nearly stop. She knew what would happen, Floare had explained it all, even though Tandri had found books to describe the process as well many months ago.

But knowing and seeing were two vastly different things.

Nightsong's words are all that can drag Tandri's eyes away from the pallid skin before her. Her eyes widened, as they did when Floare said she was going to be turned. Surprise, with complications.

Every word captures her attention, almost steals her breath, as it often does when she is alone with her mistress "You have my loyalty, Lady Nightsong. You have... Everything." her words soft in the small room. Soft but honest, coupled with a tinge of uncertainty. Not at 'Everything' though, she knew she had surrendered all she was to Sariana long ago.

The offer... she hadn't expected it again. While it filled her with elation, she was simply unsure that it was offered from genuine desire for her, or simply to make sure Floare wasn't lonely.

Did it matter?

"Milady? Can I ask a question?" a hesitant request and when it is allowed "What do you smell? When I am around?" The succubus blood makes her scent into something a person most desires. She has always wondered...


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri level up
master in medicine
assurance in medicine
level 4 spells!


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

fluff:

The blazing irises flare as Tandri's orbs widen in surprise. A flood of emotions pours over her eyes, like a bonfire burning a hundred different materials, blazing oils, hot banking of wood, sparking of moss, all before it dims to a glowing ember.

Her chin remains caught through it all. Unmoving, barely breathing.

Seconds stream to minutes before she answers, softly, just a touch above a whisper "I knew you would... someday."

Finally, Tandri turns her head away, sighing as concern and doubt crease her brow. She should tell her friend, Everything is FINE, I am so happy for you, but... she can't lie to her. Not her. "I can't answer that. I wish I could. I'll try...." she trails off.. Her lower lip worries in her sharp teeth, thinking through the hurricane inside of her. Her own doubts and insecurities explode in her chest.

So many things have hurt her. They continue to edge into her mind, body, and soul. Some real. Most not.

Floare is not one of those things that hurt. Ever.

So Tandri Rumblespark decides.

Suddenly she turns and grabs her friend's hand, Tightly, holding on to someone in her life she cannot lose "I will Try." her eyes blazing, as if this oath was a pronouncement on the mountain, instead of a simple Try. "This is something you want, that you deserve it, so I will TRY. I promise." It is what she can promise, all she can promise, but she means it with everything she has.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

in the mean time:

Tandri woke to a missing Floare, which is the norm of late, but not a missing Dante. A Dante who had been patiently waiting for loves and snuggles from the one that smells like fresh kill A The Time. Floare missing and Dante staying meant the other woman was spending time with their mistress.

Floare is the only person Tandri's jealous little heart didn't want to torture and kill for having time alone with Lady Nightsong. It still burned with envy and ached with being left out, but she smothered those emotions as she rose and dressed. Respecting the desires of someone she loved was hard, but needed to keep from screams, claws, and disappointing looks.

Once dressed in a gray skirt tailored to allow her her tail to be free, a simple blouse, vest, and jacket, which along with her glasses perched on her nose screamed Accountant, she fished out a lovely goblin bone, which Dante loved, and got to work on the books.

Numbers settled her emotions.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

"It Did lead us to an enemy that was corrupting us from the inside." Tandri attempts a silver lining. This was after she suggested killing the entire tribe for daring to defy Sariana, but seems happy with the idea Nok Nok will now be kept busy.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

In that this goblin dies quickly, Tandri focuses on her holy light of vengance instead of healing.

divine lance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 2) = 9


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

As soon as Tandri focuses on Floare, Deregar and Tyr are ravaged. Quickly the dwarven prietess focuses her healing powers on them.

heal Deregar: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (6, 2, 8) + 24 = 40


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Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

The divine fury of the goblin's goddess washes over Tandri but the chaos warms her instead of harms. "Praise Calistra" the priestess smiles.

Tandri is CN

That is before she notices the painful wounds that erupted all over Floare. The simple praise to her goddess turns into a hurried full prayer of healing.

heal Floare: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (3, 2, 6) + 24 = 35


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

For a moment, the pink dwarf held her breath in anticipation of what was coming out of the sack, but it was plants. "Plants are not monsters, your goddess will be very disappointed." she shouts loudly, with bucket loads of disdain.

demoralization: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Then Tandri sends a divine lance at the disappointing goblin currently being punched by her mistress.

divine lance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 3) = 14


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
nature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Tandri's tail swishes sharply as they walk through the camp. She doesn't like goblins, not at all, Not even Their goblin. And then there is the goat! That poor thing should come back home with them.

The dwarf looks up at the statue. "The Mother." her whisper holding a reverance. "I had always felt a tug toward her, before I found my calling with My Goddess. Her affection for the unwanted creatures that the 'good' folk spit at is what drew me." her gaze slips away and then loses the previous tone "Her love of mutation spoiled it for me though, an owlbear is perfect the way it is, and doesn't need another head or greasy scales."

"The mound of earth is new, so these plants would be as well. And are odd..."


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri's binge corpse studying pays off, which she beams to Floare waving a bit of brightly colored intestine. "It's the plants!"

At Deregar's suggestion, she nods, clearly willing to keep diving into the hunt.

rolling two since we need a bunch
nature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
nature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
nope and nope


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri blinks in surprise on the second morning when Lady Nightsong declares she is leaving. The pink dwarf pulls off a set of small glasses she has taken to wearing when working on tax laws, and looks to Floare with a confused flitter in her amber eyes. "she is leaving us?" there is a trace of hurt in her voice, that she quickly shoves into a small box.

A box which she then smoothers under a large lumpy pillow. She discards her morning tea seconds later and gets to work to solve this thing as quickly as possible.
medicine: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30
medicine: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri had moved toward Try, the relief on her face palpable that he is back to flesh. Getting out her kit, she worked on his wounds around their touching reunion. "I am glad you are you again as well, mighty dragon." she smiles wide, creating dimples in her pink cheeks.

After, she rises to her feet, and moves over to the body that had erupted into lizard. Kneeling again, she starts examining the remains, shifting bits of flesh around with her tail. A furrow in her brow, and low burning ambers in her eyes. Trying to find some answers to help her mistress.

medicine: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
nature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

She also turns to the other inhabitants of the lodge "Did he eat anything strange, complain about pains? Anything out of the ordinary at all?"
diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

"I am running out of magic!" Tandri tries to express to the insistent (and adorable) Dante. "but I can help with my kit" a kit Dante now has in his teeth.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Seeing her mistress getting struck makes Tandri stop her attacks and focuses negative energy in her undead flesh.

harm 3rd level: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (5, 1, 6) + 24 = 36

Despite her standing orders to stay away, Tandri feels her more mundane healing skills might be needed. So she moves forward to help.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri sends another lance at the creature, and prays to Calistra for Floare to hurt the heck out of it.

guidance on Floare
divinelance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 1, 4, 4) = 12


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri flings a divine lance at the lizard before rushing behind the nearest cover.

divine lance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 2) = 9


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri frets in the room. Not in fear of her mistress, but for her mistress. She hadn't left Floare's side, her tail wrapped around some body part or another of the other woman at all times.

But now, she does. Releasing her hold, she moves to Lady Nightsong. Looking up, she says "If there is anything, I can do... or can be done to... to help, I will." an offering, knowing Sariana's religion as she does, and also accepting her own ties to its teaching through her goddess as well.

For a moment, another thought occurs to her, making her nose scrunch a little "Even if it is just to talk."


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

nature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

The little pink woman was quickly running to see if Floare was well, barely even noticing the plant and what secrets it might hold. In seconds, she is swallowed up in the other woman's arms, practically wrapping herself around her, arms, tail, all.

"I was so scared, and angry, when it took you..." a muffled voice says into Floare, followed by a relieved laugh at the wet nuzzle. "We both have to do a better job protecting her, don't we, Dante?" Tandri says as she nuzzles back.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri screams as Floare is taken by the plant. Her whip grows in her fury, the spiked along its taunt length become ragged with sawteeth. It strikes and rips the foliage holding her only real friend. All while the last of her healing magic pours into her, hoping beyond hope she is not too late.

heal, 3rd: 3d8 + 24 ⇒ (2, 3, 7) + 24 = 36
whip attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

spiritual weapon: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Tandri's divine magic seems to be significantly uneffective against creatures that cannot truly understand pain or vengeance.


Female Dwarf Tiefling Cleric 8 | HP 98/98 | AC 21 | Fort +15 Ref +11 Will +16 | Perc +16; darkvision, low-light vision | spell DC 26, attack +16 | hero point 0 she's the pink one: Active Conditions:

Tandri summons her goddess's favorite tool and sets it cracking at the flower.

spiritual weapon: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

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