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Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Nyphi watches the illusion play out with an expression of interest and intrigue.

Will to Disbelieve: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"That was certainly a well created Minor Image, especially as a means of displaying a story like that. Certainly an unpleasant end for your...crew you said? For your sake, as well as my own, I will not ask as to what happened, I understand more than some as to the sensitivity of watching ones friends lives end in...disturbing means." Nyphi empathizes, the image disappearing from before her as she disbelieves its presence.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Nyphi's ears noticeably droop at this point, and she tries to smile in a cheerful manner. "Maybe, for your sake Temπ, you should end the spell. I think it wears at you, mentally, emotionally, and perhaps even spiritually, to maintain and present this."

"Source? Well, I'm a Sorcerer, so my power comes from my heritage. In my specific case my heritage is largely Sylvan in origin, so I have closer ties to nature and creatures. Actually, I suppose I'd be described as an arcane druid..." Nyphi replies, snapping her fingers absentmindedly, causing a light spell to appear and disappear from Fugit's book.

Nyphi jumps back slightly with a fair amount of grace, narrowly avoiding the impact of the book.

"Ok...that was kinda odd. I'm certain you hadn't cast a spell there, but..." Nyphi shrugs dismissively before replying, "What caused me to join up with the Silver Crusade? Eh, I grew up in the Sanos forest, though I'm not quite certain where I was born. There I saw some rather frightening atrocities at the hands of a Puckwudgie. To the say the least, I felt a, perhaps somewhat altruistic, need to eliminate the likes of that in the future, that I may defend those I care about from those who seek to harm them and defile the dead. I may not have as strong of feelings against the likes of Devils and Demons, but my convistion to our cause is no less."

Nyphi returns to her conversation, still somewhat fluffed out and showing some contempt for the Dwarf.

"Pardon? Indgineous to Golarion? By that you mean, am I naturally from...Golarion? Uh, yes I would presume I am, though my kind may have come from the first world, like Gnomes, but I don't know much about that myself..." Nyphi clearly looks flabbergasted at the inquiry. "And...Æthership Captain? Um...nice to meet you Mr Fugit. I can certainly agree with your assertion that often we Pathfinders have little time to meet each other properly when deployed. But I suppose that's what downtime is for."

"What's the wonderful phrase? Ah, yes, "Don't judge a book by its cover." Just because we aren't all heavily armored warriors wielding large weapons doesn't mean we don't have the good intent to defend the weak, seek justice for the helpless, and purify the world of evil. It just means we each have our own way of going about it." Nyphi retorts, fluffing out her fur in disgrace. "Me, I prefer to allow Hricine to take to the front lines as I aid him with spells. Sure, I'm no druid, who likely have a better time going about the job, but sure as heck do I do my duty when it comes down to it."

Yes I do realize the irony that Nyphi is my only non-holy-warrior in the Silver Crusade, and at that two of the others are Paladins...so...

"Hmmm? No, I fear you are mistaken, he is still young, and thus his stature, as well as my diminutive height, rarely means I have to worry about hitting my head on a doorframe. At least until he gets bigger, but by that point I should be able to make myself smaller, so..." Nyphi replies, mildly perplexed herself of the strange man's sudden appearance. "Though one could bear some concern of your arrival friend, pop suddenly out of nowhere is somewhat startling to say the least."

A sharp bugling rings through hall, preceding the entrance of an Elk with a stunningly beautiful human woman riding it bareback.

"Hircine, shush!" The woman scolds, shooting a disapproving look at her animal companion. The Elk looks largely unperturbed, and the woman smiles gently as she pats its head. She then quickly dismounts the Cervine creature and shifts her appearance, becoming a similarly beautiful Kitsune.

"Hail my crusading comrades, it is nice to meet you all!" She proclaims, making a grandiose gesture. "My name is Nyphi, and my cantankerous friend here is Hircine."