Slim pickin's remaining. Would it be alright to try a Spiritualist (Fractured Mind archetype, since it's all in her head, so to speak) from the Occult Handbook?
Would you allow the Highlord or Voyager, from Psionics Augmented, found here on this site someone else linked to? I know they're not on the SRD, but they are Dreamscarred.
Ok, I'm definitely interested. I looked through the whole thread and couldn't find an explanation of how the attribute rolls work. So how do they?
Thank you everyone for your believable characters! This is already my most fun pbp game.
Wow, I would be so down for this, too. Will wait for your recruitment thread with eagerness!
Marella steps forward out of the shadows, revealing that her hooded cloak is of dark blue finery. Perched rather awkwardly on one of her shoulders is a creature that looks like a tiny blue finch--if one discounts its two pairs of wings and the ceramic mask fitted over its face. Marella cuts a slight figure and can’t be taller than 5’3”. Strapped to her left arm is a buckler made from some silvery metal; a scimitar with a well-worn leather grip hangs from her belt on the same side. Marella throws back her hood. Her clear blue eyes look out from her heart-shaped brown face. Most of her dark brown hair is caught back in a ponytail, but a single lock of blue hair hangs down over the soft curve of her cheek. Marella nods to Arlo-- since he seems busy in conversation--and follows Lyra up to meet the sage. Marella’s quiet at first, especially when they get up to where the view is. At Lyra’s prompt, she answers, “I’m no more than a soldier looking for a new war to fight, hopefully on the right side. Which it seems you are.” Marella bites her lower lip. “I’m favored by an invisible patron whom I don’t understand. Through its boons, I can infiltrate, do reconnaissance and dispatch the enemy where needed.” She shrugs her shoulder, dislodging the strange bird. It flies around fitfully before finding a place to alight. Then it simply disappears. Marella smirks. “And she… is called Charis.” Marella waits for the third member of this new cabal to return from his reveries before greeting him, as well, with a deep nod.
Marella steps into the room, a slight figure with a blue, hooded cloak. On her shoulder perches a blue rock thrush. At second glance, it’s notable that the songbird has two sets of wings and what looks like a miniature ceramic mask over its eyes. Marella pauses to look at--almost into-- one of the nearly black paintings. It soothes her, after the sheer chaos of wandering a city larger than any she’d ever been in. Speaking with Terex had been a pleasant distraction, along the way. Meanwhile, her familiar darts fitfully over to sit on the slight ledge of one of the windows. Her straight, dark brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, except for one lock of dark blue hair that hangs down along her light brown cheek. She stops to unbuckle her scimitar and shrug off her cloak; she hangs them on the back of a chair before she sits down to face the Organization members. Do any of them go all the way up to leadership?, Marella wonders, though she doubts it. They would have better things to do. Marella smiles widely at Kargal’s straightforwardness. In reply to the questions, she leads with: I’ve fought in two wars. And lost every single person I’ve stopped to care about along the way. She breathes in deeply through her sharp, narrow nose. I’m no great hero. I stick to the shadows and trust to my eldritch patron to watch over my life, when my own investigations get me in too deep. She holds up her left palm, which looks to have a strange, black glyph burned into it. I kill when I have to, without hesitation. As to my motives, well, they are the only piece of me I’ve been able to hang onto, and therefore private. What is no secret is that I am committed fully to any undertaking that opposes those who would harm others. She has read the dossiers. She is loathe to make too many suggestions before getting on the ground. Marella has seen one too many generals make sweeping generalizations without knowing the reality of events for their soldiers. I am curious about the dragons. I’ve only read about them in books, I admit. She glances over at Terexaltherin. Present company excluded, of course. Marella blinks as she collects her thoughts. How does the dragon, Ang, fit into all this? Perhaps I missed something. What are these Free Lands and Kind Lands? Are they the two advanced nations threatening the Oomsatta or something else, completely? |
