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Viviana summons her magic and imbues her sword with magical enhancement, steeling herself to battle whatever is ahead. So, magic weapon on my longsword.

Viviana follows as well, wary as always.

Viviana grunts and starts towards the trapdoor, drawing her sword again and carefully watching ahead of her as she goes forward through the broken wall.

Good luck, Viviana remarks dryly to Matsudaira. Don't die.

Viviana is still looking around, wary, with her hand near her sword at all times. She is ready to help at a moment's notice, but she lets the other character explore while attempting to heal herself more proficiently than she did Matsuidara.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Dang it, I'm really bad at healing for some reason...

Viviana looks down at the meager amount of healing she's provided for Matsudaira, paling slightly in embarrassment (which you may or may not see in the dim light).

Viviana grunts. That would be MY forte. Her hand glows with divine energy. She goes over to heal Matsuidara.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Viviana immediately rushes to the door and tries to pry it back open. No! she growls. Open up, you unholy portal!

Viviana growls almost as primally as the dog she is fighting, slashing in a wide arc.

Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Depending on the space in question and my maneuverability here, I'm either going to attack the dog attacking Matsudaira (preferred) or just attack the one in front of me.

Viviana sees her companion go down and calls out in alarm. She brings her shield up just in time to block the dog bearing down on her, pushing it away and striding towards the first hound to take a swing at it, careful not to hit Matsuidara.

Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

or if I can't get to him, same roll against the dog in front of me

Viviana frowns down at Matsudaira and resists the urge to kick him. Instead she leans in and whispers, Are you insane? I don't think this is the time or place, Matsudaira.

Viviana takes up the rear of the party and attempts to squeeze through the door as well, wincing as she realizes just how loud her armor is.

Can I actually squeeze through the crack with my scale mail on?

I don't need anything. Totally fine with skipping forward.

This haunted stable...does not look intimidating, Viviana says as she eyes the building. Let's just draw our weapons, get in formation, and barge in. We've wasted enough time as it is.

Viviana draws her sword.

Lead the way. Viviana gestures towards the door.

Viviana isn't moving to take anything. She's just waiting for everyone else.

Viviana raises her eyebrows, still crossing her arms. She looks at Alassa. You might be getting ahead of yourself. All we're doing is going to some haunted stables. I'm not sure we need a leader for that.

Viviana nods solemnly, her eyes intense on Rexus, waiting for him to lead the way.

Well, this is welcome news, Viviana says, grudgingly and subtly admitting that this meeting was not a waste of time. She folds her arms across her chest. If my companions are willing to check out this lead and try to learn more about these Silver Ravens, then I suppose I'm willing too.

Viviana ponders this new development, and is truly excited for their ramifications. It looks like everything is lining up for her to free Kintargo from its masters, though she is still wary about Rexus' motivations. Either he is somewhat naive, to just gather a group of random well-armed civilians and go traipsing after a mysterious note his mother left him without even questioning it, or he has other motives that are more hidden.

Either way, Viviana stays vigilant.

Viviana sees the sincerity behind the man's words, and though she is still wary as always of trickery, she gets to her feet and nods slowly. I'm willing to listen if you're willing to give us more information. And maybe even help. I have no love for Thrune and I would see justice dealt to the cruel dictators of this city, but I will not run recklessly into the middle of a volatile situation.

Viviana tries not to look at Alassa as she says these last words, but her gaze flickers over to the sorceress for the briefest fraction of a moment.

Viviana still looks mistrusting, but she doesn't say anything else, just trying to watch the man's face for signs of deception or nervousness.

So, Sense Motive for me tooooo...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Viviana narrows her eyes. She looks around at her companions. Hold on here. This is going a little fast. We're all just going to believe this guy and go with him...where, exactly? Doing WHAT, exactly? Why are you all just taking this at face value?

She puts a hand on her sword hilt, glancing at Rexus.

And why, exactly, were you following US? We don't know even know each other.

Hey, I know this is a bit late, but I'm going to be out of the country for the next week and a half. I should be able to have wi-fi often enough to keep Viviana going, but in case we need to move things along and I'm not responding, just assume Viviana quietly observes and is defensive most of the time. And of course, GM, you're welcome to bot me if I need to fight something haha XD

No, I totally understand why your character is doing what they're doing. It all makes sense. I think your character is super interesting. Viviana just doesn't like it, haha XD

Viviana gives Alassa a dirty look at this point, glancing up from where she kneels at the victim's side. Despite Viviana's own misgivings against people who beat pedestrians in alleys, Alassa seemed to almost relish the bloodshed and the chaos.

In that instant, Viviana saw what she could become if left unchecked. She swore (on herself, because obviously she's a god) that she would never let herself fall that far. Justice was justice, but Alassa's version seemed like something else entirely.

She says, however, nothing.

Viviana notices the wounded victim for the first time, and seeing that all the thugs are down, goes over to check on the person with Matsudaira. She lays her hands on the victim and heals him with the magic of her divine nature.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Viviana continues to watch both sides of the alley for other possible enemies. From the looks of it, her companions are more than capable of defeating a few thugs.

Again, another total defense action. AC 22.

Though Viviana feels adrenaline pumping through her veins at the sight of combat, she hesitates charging headlong into it, looking back behind them. If all of us are going to charge recklessly into the fray, no one will be watching our back. Our primary goal still needs to be to escape to fight another day.

Viviana readies her sword, making sure she is aware of her surroundings forward and backward, and watches in case her companions need her help.

Which means she's doing a Total Defense action, so her AC is 22 for the round.

I actually was just drawn to the idea of a character who was delusioned into thinking they were a god, and Oracle seemed to fit well :)

Viviana stiffens and draws her sword, calling to the others: There's someone fighting up ahead. I have a feeling we're going to be caught in the middle of it. Keep yourselves ready!

@Alyksandrei: I'm trying to bring up the rear, so I wait for whoever else wants to come with us before trotting along after everyone. Just in case that messes with the narrative somewhat.

Needing no other prompting, Viviana nods. Lead the way, then. She continues to keep her eyes on the guards as she prepares to take up the rear of the last of those who decide to flee.

Viviana does not draw her weapon, but eyes the guards right back, starting to inch away from the scene while remaining on the defensive. If we're going to try to take this person with us, we need to do it now! Are we taking them or leaving them?

Viviana's brow creases at Matsudaira's words--there must be plants in the crowd. It's all a set-up. Every part of her wants to fight, wants to draw her sword and charge the loyalists because of how angry she feels. But she knows that her companion is right. If all they were doing was playing into Thrune's hands, they needed to stop this now before it got even worse.

The protest is over! she yells over the bustle of the crowd. Everyone go home. We don't have to listen to the cretin Thrune's words any longer. And he has nothing more to say to us.

Good people. We have made our displeasure known. I see no reason for anyone to be hurt here today. Put down your rocks, mud and improvised missiles and go back about your business.

Haha loved this line XD I can just hear him saying it in my head and it's great.

Haha good to know XD

Viviana looks somewhat shaken by the passion in Alassa's words and coursing through her fingertips. She glances at the man standing in the gap with her, almost as if for reassurance, and then seems to correct herself.

Her eyes grow hard as agates and she looks up at Barzillai Thrune with unconcealed contempt. He's doing this deliberately to spite us, she mutters to the man next to her, knuckles growing white as she grips the hilt of her sword. Despicable. But she makes no movement to progress or regress from her position.

Inside, Viviana's mind is racing. She doesn't know how to handle the situation in front of her. Part of her feels like it should have been her at the forefront of the crowd, screaming passionately for justice in the name of Iomedae (or rather, herself--surely a god in the flesh would get both Thrune's and the crowd's attentions). The other part of her wants to wait; to plan.

She decides in an instant to wait for the response of the man next to her before she makes her move one way or the other. It is clear where the woman in the mask stands. If the man who seems to care for the victims in the crowd stands behind that same passion, she will gladly draw her sword and kill anyone that needs to be killed.

In the briefest contemplation, she wonders why she, Iomedae in the flesh, would make her move based on the position of the mortal standing next to her, but it FEELS right for some reason. She takes it for her instinct as an oracle and a god that what she does is for the best.

And so, she hesitates.

Haha I lied. Viviana decided to do something after all XD

Viviana suddenly feels torn. She understands the rage of these people, but that man at the head of the crowd makes a fair point. A riot now, a show of force, would only cause unwanted deaths.

A part of her wants to attack the Chellax loyalists. A part of her just wants to rush in and cut them to pieces, if only to provide some release to the tension she feels in her chest, but she takes a deep breath and starts walking towards the man standing in the gap.

She stops beside him and glances at him, giving him a resolute nod. I am with you. We can't let these people be hurt. She looks behind her at the crowd of angry men and women. Listen to this man. He speaks mindfully. He speaks of justice, but justice that will not get every one of you killed. I understand that you are victims. I will protect you if it comes to bloodshed. She grips the hilt of her sheathed longsword firmly and turns once more in the direction of the Chellax loyalists. But ONLY if it comes to that. We will stand our ground against this pathetic regime. And bring it down with either words or swords. It is their choice. Let it be THEIR choice.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

The rolls are at +9 because of the bonus in the Hell's Rebels Player's Guide for the reason I'm at the protest, which is to catch up with current events. Also, the Diplomacy is aimed at the protesters, the Intimidate at the loyalists.

Yeah, I'm all good with what's happening :) It's some good role-playing. My character doesn't have much to contribute at the moment anyway. She's basically decided to sit it out and wait for something to happen. Though she is amused by the woman in the mask.

Viviana listens intently to Alassa's speechcrafting from a safe distance, carefully scanning the crowd to see their reaction. She could learn to like this strange woman. She seems to have a strong sense of justice.

Viviana wandered among the gathering crowd, her face fixed into her characteristic grimace. All of these people are so dirty, she thought, sniffing. And they smell wonderful too. Why did I even come here?

Because I had to, that's why, she continued, berating herself. Because Kintargo needs to be freed, even if I don't want it to. She had been struggling with herself on this point for weeks now. Did these people even deserve her help? She had lived among them for so long...she knew them. They were horrible people, as all sentient beings were. Why did she even give them the time of day?

She saw a gnome bump into a rather wealthy-looking woman, obviously attempting to pick-pocket her. She scowled and started towards the gnome, but he was lost in the crowd and she was left feeling even less affection towards the gathering throng.

I hope this rally accomplishes something...

Viviana is a native of Kintargo, though she has little love for the place. With martial law in place, she does feel it is her duty to free Kintargo (also, she has pretty much no money to go anywhere else).

Viviana believes herself to be an avatar of Iomedae, sent to Kintargo at this specific time to free it from oppression. She is highly delusional and often has a higher opinion of herself than is agreeable.

She came to the protest specifically to protest the government...and she has an odd feeling that something important is going to happen here. Iomedae, or herself, believes that Kintargo needs to be liberated, and is ready to do whatever it takes to free it.

Of course, she has absolutely no idea what she's gotten herself into.

Viviana doesn't know anyone else in the party.

Viviana is, as stated above, highly delusional and pretty arrogant. She does, however, consider righteousness and justice to be her primary goals in life, so though she may be a stick in the mud, she's not likely to slit your throat in the night.

She has short-cropped black hair, piercing blue eyes, and has a scar on virtually every main body part, though she is relatively attractive. Her face is often fixed into an unbreakable grimace, as if she has smelled something off, and she is always quick to stab first, though she's just as likely to do so with biting words as her sword. She's often temperamental and moody, brooding about as if she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Of course, she actually believes she does have the weight of the world on her shoulders. As mentioned above, she believes herself to be Iomedae herself, and so that tends to color her perception. Not only does she often get into conflict with other worshippers of Iomedae (who she often finds at fault, since if they do anything that disagrees with her mindset, she often feels they are directly disobeying her), but she tends to see everyone in terms of an enemy to be vanquished or a victim to be rescued. As a result, she doesn't have many close friends.

She is, however, naturally charismatic when she wants to be, and has a streak of cunning about her that allows her to manipulate others when she wants to. When she can control her impulses enough to not start burning bridges first thing.

Also, last thing I forgot to add: Viviana grew up in an orphanage in Kintargo, but quickly put her natural martial skills to use as a hired thug at the age of thirteen. She had the epiphany that she was Iomedae at the age of sixteen.

Alright, Vivianna's complete character is ready to rock and roll!- Xcarthan12

Here's my initial character, reporting in for recruitment. I have as of yet to fill in very much about the backstory and personality, but what I have (even though it's basically one sentence) is the driving force of her character, so you should get a pretty good idea of her from that.