The Forgotten God (Table 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Rednal

Sevia, the Raven Queen and Keeper of Souls

Renchurch Abbey
Renchurch Cathedral


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Gameplay thread.


As needed Herald (Outsider, 25 HD) As needed

I watch the rise of the fallen. The heavens themselves await to see if your re-ascension shall come to pass.


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The tomb is ancient. "Abandoned" is the wrong word - it implies a place where living beings once tread, but since the day of its creation, this place has never heard the footfalls of a mortal or had its air disturbed by movement. For centuries, it has been unchanging, utterly unknown to man and god alike. But now... something has changed in the tomb. As you begin to wake from your long slumber, you hear the faintest sounds in the distance. Footsteps, voices raised in excitement... there are people here. If you were how you should have been, you would know everything about them... but you can't. Your body is so fragile that destroying it should have taken less than the faintest thought, but for now, it's all you have.

And it all returns. Betrayal. Abandonment. Loss. Everything that went wrong when Sarenrae argued with you, when Norgorber somehow overcame your greatest powers, and when the parts of your divinity were siphoned off. In everything that truly mattered to you... you failed. For all of your powers and plans, you were unable to succeed, and you paid the price. But was that truly fair? The gods have argued before, and not even bothered to strike each other. The gods have fought, but rarely to the point of lasting harm. Was what you did truly so bad that they should punish you more than any other? And by what right could they pass judgment upon your acts?

No, things cannot remain this way. There's no way of knowing, anymore, what you can do to change them. But even in the moment of your worst defeat, you were able to split the core of your power, and you know that none of it has been stolen. It remains scattered across the land, held together by the fragment of power left within you. You are almost unimaginably weaker than the form you used to have, but even in this form... you are still a god.

In response to your awakening, the roof of your tomb splits open and slides aside, slowly moving upright until you are horizontal once more. Before you stand several humans, talking excitedly and pointing towards you. Two of them are in fine robes, and look even more delighted than the others. "I see you have awakened!" one of them says, tapping a large staff against the floor. "Then I command you as the one who awakened you, as the tales foretold! Become my servant, grant me my wishes, and destroy my enemies!" He opened his arms wide as a loud clap of thunder echoed through the chamber, clearly expecting something to happen.

In the far corner of the chamber, watched over by a guard, are two young humans in simple outfits - one young man, a woman of a similar age, with both of them bruised and bloody. Your armor and weapons are on your body, no worse for wear over the ages since you first created both your body and the items. There are three other men in the garb of warriors there spread across the room, as well as the other man in robes, all of whom look interested and expectant.


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Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

For the first time in thousands of years, the sleeping face of The Raven Queen stirred - feared guardian of the afterlife and once known throughout the planes as 'Dreaded Death.' A lance of pain crosses her mind as memories dance across her consciousness, remembrance of her folly and her betrayal. Her lips scowled as the first thought came to her mind 'How dare they...how...how DARE they...I'll-' - vengeance, she had not been defeated, at least not completely, and she would strike back...

But the memory of anguish across her sister's face as she raised her holy scimitar. 'No...no that isn't right, this isn't right...' she thought. Somehow her quest for glory...it had destroyed her, she had become as Zon-Kuthon, intent on destroying everything. Yet the pain was still fresh in her mind, gods both good and evil...her sister even! Conspired to destroy her.

'What...what am I do do?' For the first time in all creation, the Goddess of Death, Sevia, master of fate and darkness, did not know her purpose. Once she had been a force of Chaotic Good, who gave the cycle rebirth to creation, and then she had been a force of Chaotic Evil, a plague who invoked Death for the purpose of Death.

Finally she opened her eyes and realized she was weeping. And then that realization hit her, she was awake. 'How?...wait...voices?' She was groggy, and the stone blocked the sound, it was impossible to hear until...she heard a click and the sudden grinding of stone.

Her coffin opened, and she looked across the room. Her eyes drew towards the man with the staff, who invoked her. 'Ha! As if some...some...mere man could command death!' she smirked, before her face morphed into a frown. 'Wait...does he even...no could it be?'

Finally fully opening her eyes she stepped forward away from her tomb...and staggered, almost falling to the floor, fatigue and weakness plaguing her. 'So...this is what it is to be mortal...' She thought wryly, cursing herself before taking a moment to compose herself and stand straight.

Knowledge Nature/Local to identify each humanoid (Classes, Race, Hit Dice if possible)
Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"I am the Raven Queen, once known as Shadow Striker and the Dreaded Death...I have slumbered here for...I do not know...But you have my thanks for awakening me..." Sevia tried to smile, a little placation could go a long way toward spinning this encounter towards her favor.

Diplomacy Check to alter attitude
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Tell me...who are you...and by what power do you invoke my Avatar?" she asked, weighing her options.

What is the light level?


The level of light in the room is normal - the intruders have brought their own torches to light the way, and there are enough of them around the room to make it fairly normal. Sadly, it's been a very long time since you've seen living things, and they appear to have changed somewhat... but they're PROBABLY human.

The people within the chamber smile and nod at the response, evidently quite pleased with her reaction. At least half of that probably had to do with the fact that she hadn't fed them their own entrails or something just yet - though the two prisoners in the corner look horrified. The head priest, on the other hand, is completely oblivious to their reactions.

"By the right of blood!" he bellowed, the end of his staff shimmering with a red light. "Five hundred years ago, my ancestor received the gifts of Death, and spread his grasp across the land... but his own pupil stole the knowledge and betrayed him, claiming the gods had told him that my ancestor was wrong! Since that day, we have labored to regain that power, to crush everyone who opposed us and called us wrong! And you, glorious Raven Queen, are the answer to our prayers! Now, give me the power to break this feeble world to my will! Those who supported that traitor have no right to exist in this world!" It's... possible that the man is not entirely sane.

"Don't! Please! He's out of his- aaah!" the male prisoner falls silent as the guard clubs him, slumping onto the ground after his desperate plea.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Spellcraft - What's the staff and the light about? Intelligence check to remember who/if I ever gave any boons to.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Intelligence: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Sevia's head turns to the prisoner, now slumped and bleeding somewhat. 'Curious...' she raised an eyebrow, before walking closer to the head priest.

"You are human, as I recognize you...though it has been a long time. All of MY followers were Kayal, as the humans called us, Fetchling-"-She uttered the label with contempt. "-born of the Shadow Plane during my crusade. Answer me, who are you...and who was this ancestor you say received my boons? His Pupil?" What she wouldn't give for a good detect alignment spell about now! Perhaps if she had known more of the arcane arts...or even the divine, she would not have been defeated by Norgorber.

'Still, I am not sure about this person...' Sevia thought, hands resting on her hips as she looked around the room, studying each person and the stony crypt.

Sense Motive his answer, as well as what the prisoner was trying to say, Also how are all the fighters layed out? Also, do I see any of them wearing holy symbols of any kind?
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12


None of the mortals, nor their ancestors, have received any boons of the type he's talking about. The closest you have ever done to that is standard gifts of spells to some worshipers, but that was before you were sealed, and much longer ago than he's talking about. The staff appears to be a fairly basic magical item... and the spells he's using are all bottom-level tricks with no true power behind them. From what he's shown, he's more showman than sorcerer.

Unfortunately, you're unable to get a true feeling about his words - perhaps humans have simply changed too much from what you knew before. Both of the men in robes have holy symbols, though the fighters have the same markings on their clothes, and they're spread widely across the room.

The priest looks puzzled and takes half a step backward before remembering he's in front of his minions. Then, however, his expression clears - his attitude still seems positive from the earlier attempt at adjusting his attitude. "Ah, I think I see! No, lady, it was not you who granted my ancestor his boon of Death... but it was his words that served as our guide to find you! They have all forgotten their fear of death, but together, we will remind them of the true terror that waits at the end of all things!" His eyes almost literally blazed with fervor as he threw his head back and laughed.

Even as he does so, you can hear a faint whisper within your mind. It's something you haven't felt for a very long time... the sound of a mortal praying. As with all prayers, you know its source - the captive girl across the room.

<Oh please, any god who's listening, don't let him succeed! He's obsessed with power and proving everyone else is wrong at any cost - I beg of you, don't abandon us to his madness!>


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia finds herself frowning further, this man is rather...useless, perhaps deranged. 'He speaks in parlance, I will get nothing from him...and nor will I be his slave...' she thought in contempt. Though she was loath to fight this many so clearly out of her Element. "I thought as much, five hundred years seemed too short a time..." Sevia trailed off, taking a moment to debate her next course of action.

Then it happened, she heard a voice, a whisper, not with her ears, but with her mind - her divine power. A prayer. Sevia's eyes widened in surprise as her body turned toward the captive girl - her gaze boring down at her. "You?!" she said suddenly, before her lips widened into genuine smile.

'So, at least this is possible of me...' Sevia thought, "I accept." she said aloud, addressing the girl for a moment even as she turned toward the head priest, seemingly speaking to him.

Sevia took a breath. This would not be easy, she could not call upon any of her invisibility, and this room was too brightly lit...a dicey fight...perhaps...

She walked directly to the priest. "Enough with all of this light though, I can hardly feel my power with it stifling me like this...they must go, as many as possible" Sevia smiled, gesturing to the torches around.

Bluff to convince him to extinguish his light sources. +5 to my roll if he wants to believe me. How many are there? Any unattended?
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 vs Priest's Sense Motive check


There are four torches. All of them are in portable stands, not carried around by the guards- incidentally, the stands look much newer than every other bit of furniture within the chamber.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Do it!" the Head Priest snapped to his guards. "And be sure you don't stumble over your own feet while you're at it! The mystic arts require an appropriate environment, and every moment we're delayed is another moment those fools remain alive!" After a few moments, the other soldiers nod and quickly move around to the torches, carefully dimming them without quite putting them out. The light within the chamber soon drops to a dim level, though it's still bright enough for everyone to see at least a short distance around them. The corners of the room, including where the captives are, are too far away from any source of light and are actually dark, not merely dim.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia smiles as the torches dim, nodding approvingly. 'Fool' she thought with a chuckle as the light dims, obscuring the captive girl from all but her view. As the light takes a dim turn, to everyone else, Sevia begins to turn blurry, as if merging with the shadows themselves.

"It is good to work with one so understanding...yes...this is acceptable. Not as desirable as complete darkness, but it will do I suppose." Sevia reached out to place her hand on the priest's back, walking towards the two men wearing robes of with holy symbols and leading her unhinged little 'master' with her. "I do need your name though, there is power in names you understand." she said, waiting until he was close to the others before letting go. She was at least curious who this person was, and whether or not she would need to kill him.

Once the priest is within 15ft of both humans with holy symbol robes, and he's given her his name, Sevia casts Color Spray - (DC 14 Will Save Negates from all 3 + any other people caught in the cone) as a surprise round. Where's the exit?

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11


The exit is directly across from where you slept, at the other side of the room - the captives are in the corner to your left if you head towards the door. Also, there are only two men in robes - the Head Priest and his assistant.

"I am the great Lord of Death, Priadan!" the Head Priest bellowed... just before a burst of magic struck him full in the face, catching his assistant as well. The assistant dropped like a rock, but the Head Priest, despite his surprise, seemed unaffected. Perhaps he was simply too obsessed for magic of that level to affect him.

Will Save (Head Priest): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Will Save (Assistant Priest): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9; Unconscious for: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 rounds.

"GUARDS! GET HER!" he bellowed, cheer turning into rage at the betrayal.

Initiative (Head Priest): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Initiative (Guard 1): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Initiative (Guard 2): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Initiative (Guard 3): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Initiative (Guard 4): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

However, he wasn't fast enough to react appropriately. Indeed, only the closest guard was, darting in towards Sevia with a greatsword and aiming for a powerful blow against her.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 for Damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 71 High=Miss

Sevia grinned, leveling her hand at this man Priadan and letting loose a blast of colorful magic that sailed into him and his assistant, lighting up the walls of the crypt with reds, greens, and yellows for a moment. The assistant sailed back and dropped to the floor in an instant but Phriadan seemed too single-mindedly focused for that.

"You are simply one more usurper, none may claim the domain of death but me!" Sevia shouted as she lowered her hand, the sound of sprinting steps causing her to turn her head, she hadn't expected anyone to have been so alert! His mighty sword lashed out at her, yet an already difficult swing was made even harder with her near incorporeal form blending into the dark, hiding her true location.

What should have been an assured hit narrowly missed her, her body twisting back to Priadan, drawing her Wakizashi's even as she turned. "First. You." Sevia said through grit teeth, slashing at Priadan with her right hand sword.

Move action Draw Weapons, Swift action spend one Mythic Surge to use Fleet Charge to attack, then move up to 30ft into darkness, using acrobatics to avoid provoking an AoO. If Darkness is more than 30ft. increase Guard's CMD by +10 and move up to 60ft

Attack Roll:: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 vs F.F. for Damage:: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 5) + 5 = 13
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 vs Guard's CMD

The slash went wide, even as flat footed as Priadan was, causing Sevia to curse. She tumbled forward away from the guard behind her, then darted forward past Priadan, across the room, toward the pitch black corner where the prisoners were. As she vanished into the dark, she turned around pointed at the closest torch, summoning a downpour of rain onto it and extinguishing the light.

Cast Drench as Standard. Roll for Stealth.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14


"Get to the door!" Priadan bellowed, pointing in what dim light remained. As Sevia moved towards the darkness, the guard there was moving towards the door, where the four guards formed a line in front of the entrance as they raised their weapons, ready to react defensively.

Actions: Total Defense. Until their next actions, the AC of the Guards is 21.

Wasting no time at all once he was there, the weakly-gifted priest nevertheless clapped his hands together, made a quick gesture, and pressed his palm against the wall. Cast: Light. Duration: 10 minutes. Light immediately began to shine out from the brick, illuminating both the hallway and a fair part of the chamber. Combined with the light from the torch close to the door that was still lit, the light was almost bright once again - though the dousing of one torch meant that the corner where the prisoners (and Sevia) were was still quite dim, and flat-out dark in the corner. The fact that Priadan's light spell was actually a little inside the hallway wasn't helping - the simple shape of the hallway meant that only a limited amount of light could go in that direction.

"TRAITOR!" the priest bellowed. "Come at me if you dare, monster, or we'll come for you! You've ruined centuries of the effort of my family... I'll put your corpse on display for everyone to see! NOBODY OPPOSES ME AND LIVES!"

As for the prisoners... the male was slowly regaining consciousness, while the girl simply prayed over and over.

<"Oh gods, watch over us, protect us from this evil. Oh gods, watch over us, protect us from this evil. Oh gods...">


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia scowled as light poured out of the hallway. A simple light cantrip, without the torches the room would be dark, but only that area, though she could at least lower the light of the hallway. The guards were all packed tightly together in a line however...one more Color Spray and she could...

"Very well! But be warned, Death is not to be trifled with!" Sevia shouted, charging forward towards the guards. She could get at least get three.

Move up to speed to at least 5ft. away from the line of guards, cast Color Spray as a Standard Action DC 14 Will targeting 3 guards. I use a swift action to use Mythic Power and activate Wild Arcana, casting the spell Vanish at +2 caster level.

Sevia stopped before the hunched line of guards, obviously under the impression that their armor would be their best defense. Her hand raised forward with her fingers extended, Wakizashi still gripped, and unleashed a second gout of blinding colors at them. Then, an instant later her hands whirled and she drew up the well of power within her to cast an unfamiliar spell - Vanish, disappearing before their very eyes.

Edited: just decided to burn my swift immediately


Will Save (Guard 1): 1d20 ⇒ 16
Will Save (Guard 2): 1d20 ⇒ 16
Will Save (Guard 3): 1d20 ⇒ 15

Perhaps it was their fear, their fervor, or simply the whims of another god... but the guards protecting Priadan are just barely able to muster the strength of will necessary to power through the spell and keep their wits about them instead of dropping as prone as their other companion. Two of the guards were about to move outward and strike back when Sevia disappeared in front of their eyes. "Boss?" one of them whispered urgently.

Spellcraft to Identify Spell (DC 16): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"It's a basic magic spell, Vanish." Priadan replied, narrowing his eyes. "She has to show up in order to attack you again, so just stay on your guard. She's not nearly as dangerous as she wants you to think. All we have to do is exhaust her magic and she'll be easy to kill - and we're blocking the only way out, so there's no way she can escape from us." However, he didn't sound quite as confident of that as he would have liked... who knew what strange and mysterious abilities she might have? Perhaps she was simply toying with them, like a cat before feeble mi- No! NO! That was ridiculous! He couldn't let her panic them just from these little spells... he knew better than anyone how the small tricks could affect the minds of the weak, and he wasn't going to fall for it!

<"Oh glorious deity of death, let me show this impostor your true glory and teach her to fear your might!"> Priadan prayed softly.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia narrowed her eyes in frustration 'Is this the limit of my ability? Even these powerless men can resist my spells?' she cursed herself internally, sweeping backwards away from the line. She could try that again, but she wasn't sure if it could work - and her magical ability was starting to draw to her limits. Not much time left on this spell either.

Glancing behind her at the torch, she could at least spend this time to extinguish this light. Reaching forth, she cast another Drench spell, conjuring a downpour of water onto the torch nearest to the door and extinguishing it.

The entire side of the room and the hallway plunged back to dim light. She would've preferred pitch blackness, but that damnable light spell was a bother.

Suddenly, she heard another voice...not the girl, but the man...that slimy little weasel.

"Priadan...Priadan...It IS bad form to pray to the one you wish to kill!" Sevia laughed, a dark foreboding laugh that seemed to echo through the room menacingly.

How many people in a direct path to the door? And how close are they to the doorway itself? Might make acrobatics and stealth checks to slip past the warriors. And can the light spell be covered up?


There are two people in front of the door itself, with two more next to them horizontally, blocking the way through. The hallway is ten feet wide. Priadan is inside the hallway, and also an obstacle once inside. The light spell could be covered up, but you would need something fairly large to do this, since the bricks aren't particularly small. It would also need to be attached to the wall inside the corridor somehow.

Without another spell blocking its power, the light spell attached to the brick within the hallway continued to shine, providing twenty feet of normal illumination either way - though the removal of the close torch meant that it was indeed dim light outside the reach of Priadan's spell. "Y-you can't fool me!" the priest shouted into the room. "The true master of death would have already killed us! You're an imitation, a lie! I'll not allow my faith to be shaken! Stand ready, men! She can't stay invisible forever!" The guards positioned themselves a little more firmly, ready to do everything they could to block Sevia from getting through.

<"Gods, if only I wasn't bound... but I don't know if I should help either way! They could all be monsters! Please guide me and help me save Norben!"> From the dark corner of the room, the steady flow of prayers continued...


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia grit her teeth, well, it was now or nothing. She'd have to get that priest sooner rather than later if she wanted to end this. "I will give you that. This is a mere imitation...but no lie..." Sevia said, stalking forward.

1 Acrobatics check to long jump over the guards with a running start - the jump is 20ft with a DC 20 and is 5ft high and 1 stealth check to do so unnoticed.

Auto succeed with a +20 acrobatics (on jumping)
Stealth: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (16) + 28 = 44 -5 on this check if I need to move more than 30ft (including the jump) to get to Priadan.

Sevia slides forward across the ground silently, building up speed before leaping forward with her powerful legs. Her body sailed gracefully over the helmets of the two men standing in front of Priadan, legs tucked into her body to maximize her height, before spreading out as her body closed in with the ground. Her feet touching down across the ground with as much sound as a light breeze, standing right next to her target.

She had one round of invisibility left to eviscerate him, more than enough.

End turn. With a base speed over 30ft. Sevia receives a bonus on jumping = to +4 cumulative for every 10ft extra.


"Show yourself already! This can only end one way, and it's better than dragging it out!" Priadan bellowed, into the chamber, not even noticing the movement through the air. Such a move would have been impossible normally, but magic was able to work many different wonders for those who could use it creatively. At a softer level, he added, "She can't have long left. Stay on your guard - she might be getting as close as she can before attacking you." The knuckles of the hand clutching the staff were bone-white, squeezing so tightly that the staff was almost ready to break under the force.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Full Attack action to TWF. +2 to attk from invisibility

Primary Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 vs FF Damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6) + 5 = 15
Secondary Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 vs FF Damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 6) + 5 = 12
Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 vs FF Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Very well." Sevia chuckled, slicing forward with both her Wakizashis, her body suddenly becoming visible as the Vanish spell dropped. The first attack caught nothing but air, but her off hand sliced savagely into Priadan's exposed neck. Her lips curled into a smile at the sight of his blood. 'So long since I've killed'

She turned towards the obviously surprised guards, raising her bloodsoaked sword at them. "Surrender now and I will grant you mercy. Fight and share his fate!" Sevia yelled with cold malice, as she prepared for any fight.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20


Vs. Intimidate (Soldier 1): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Vs. Intimidate (Soldier 2): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Vs. Intimidate (Soldier 3): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Vs. Intimidate (Soldier 4): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The guards' weapons hit the floor almost before Sevia even finished talking, none of them coming anywhere close to having the willpower to stand up to her threat - not after the way their leader had been ripped open and they hadn't even seen it coming. They were down on their knees a moment later, cowering before her.

"M-m-mercy, please! W-we were just t-trying to feed our families!" one of them babbled quickly, trying to do anything he could to get out of this alive. <"W-what kind of monster is she!? Even if she can be invisible, g-getting past our formation like it wasn't even there? Oh please, oh please don't let her kill us!"> In the end... these particular men were nothing more than ordinary guards. Even the smallest magics were strange to them, and they were used to simple foes, not wild nightmares they couldn't even see.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia sighed, both in relief and contempt. She was not particularly desirous of killing them and was glad not to have to, but she despised groveling. 'I heard enough of it in Avalon!' she thought exasperatedly.

"Yes, yes. No more grovelling, by creation I got enough of that in Avalon" Sevia rolled her eyes, and pointed one of her swords at a guard "You...Go fetch that priest over there, I think he's waking up. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. The rest of you...stay put" She spared a glance at the collapsed body of Praidan, before flicking the blood off her sword and stowing it. Confidently, she strode past the guards, walking towards the captive girl still kneeling on the floor in darkness.

"You know, as far as prayers go...I think that's just about THE simplest thing I've ever answered. Sure you wouldn't wish for eternal life instead? Sevia chuckled playfully as she came to stand in front of the girl, seeing her hands bound she turned her blade up and cut the ropes off, sheathing her last sword. "Now child, can you stand?" she asked, kneeling down in front of her and taking one hand in hers.


Color Spray's Lingering Effects: 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds.

Had he been capable of sensible thought at the moment, the other priest probably would have been shocked as he woke up... but it seemed like he'd still be stunned and blinded for a bit, and the guard had no trouble at all pushing him down and convincing him to hold still. Meanwhile, back where Sevia was actually going...

"Y-y-yes." the still terrified girl said, grabbing her companion's arm with one arm before accepting Sevia's hand and slowly rising to her feet. She had no idea what was really going on here, but... "T-thank you." she said, then... "F-for wishes, though... all the g-good gods tell us that death is the natural way of things. S-some people have their lives extended, it's true... but only because there's a reason for them to remain alive." It was just, well... like most people who acknowledged the inevitability of death, she just didn't want it to happen right then. You had to live for much longer to greet it as a welcome friend.

"Please permit me to thank you as well." the male - Norben - said. His speech was a little slurred still, but he seemed to be recovering well. "I don't think they were planning on leaving anyone in our entire village alive, unless it was as slaves... or worse. I guess..." he looked around what he could see of the chamber. The lighting still wasn't particularly good, but he was at least getting a sense for what had transpired. "I'm not sure if we can offer much to someone as incredible as you, but if there's anything we can...?" He sounded both worried and hopeful at the same time.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia smiled as the girl stood up, though in the darkness she could probably see nothing of her. "There's a good girl, I abhor those who would try to cheat it. Without death, there cannot be life, that is the purpose of the cycle." Sevia nodded, but her thoughts drifted to her own mortality, and whether she truly had any right to say that as an immortal - oh, her divine responsibilities imparted on her a great sense of moral perspective on the necessity of death; but she at least understood there was something of a bias when coming from someone without the expectance of their own.

Though, ironically, here she stood as vulnerable as them - well, in the literal sense anyways. 'Certainly much more dangerous that's for sure.'

Sevia frowned at the mention of slaves though, reminded of the grinning face of Asmodeus. "Slaves? Reprehensible. Even in my darkest days did I find Asmodeus' slaver ilk an affront. What a rather amusing sight they made in Avalon though. I appreciate your earnesty...Norben, was it? Though I know not yours girl, here...follow me to the light, you obviously can't see me at all." Sevia guided the two of them over towards one of the remaining torches, helping Norben as needed.

"Ah, yes, as I was saying earlier. I WAS asleep a rather long time, damnation I barely even recognized your race! So much to catch up on." Sevia nodded, stroking her forehead forebodingly, she barely even grasped what had just occurred, and frankly she was still not completely in control of herself - adrenalin still coursing through her. Gods being mortal was scary, she'd NEVER felt so invincible and vulnerable at the same time, that greatsword looked like it could've really hurt had she been any more tangible. "Explanations would be nice, I don't even know where this is! We're still on the material plane yes? I know you might find me incredible, but I feel frustratingly impotent at the moment, and I could really use your help." Sevia sighed, sitting down on the floor with a thump and burying her head in her hands, a rare crack in her naturally confident projection. 'Barely able to handle a bunch of weak mortals, how am I ever to defeat Norgorber and reclaim my position?'


Both Norben and the girl seemed very nervous about remaining in the tomb, especially with the guards that were still cowering on the floor. Normally, they might have tried to run, but against a foe who could move past them when they couldn't even see... their survival instincts were suggesting that it was better to do as she said and not try anything.

On top of that, the two former captives seemed increasingly confused about what else was going on - Sevia's statements seemed almost incoherent, but there was no denying that she was someone quite... well... special. The girl took a deep breath, trying to still her mind and focus her thoughts. "I am Fhanys, milady." she said, curtsying slightly. "We are indeed on the Material Plane, though I suppose it's not very impressive compared to the things you must have seen." the fact that Sevia hadn't named a particular world suggested that she had a lot of experience going all over the place.

Norben spoke up a moment later, nodding at Fhanys' words. "We'd be happy to provide them. Will you be all right in the sun? Our village isn't too far from here, and I believe Father Otiward will be able to help answer your questions. He has the largest collection of books I've ever seen." his voice lowered slightly. "Bit crazy about it if you ask me, but he does know a lot." Fhanys elbowed him sharply, but Norben simply grinned and took the blow. The two seemed entirely willing to help however they could.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Perception to look for anything in the temple that looks like clues. Hieroglyphics, pictograms, etc.

Taking a 10. Perception 14

Sevia nodded as they spoke, trying to compose herself. "Oh, I would not say that, Torag labored intensely when he crafted this world, and your kind have built many wonders upon it as well..." There was so much to think about, her sister, her divinity, her fall, part of her wanted to break down in a sobbing mess right there at the thought of Sarenrae but there was just too much happening to fast to dwell on the past. Taking a calming breath, Sevia finally lurched forward and stood back up, hands on her hips again as she gave the temple one final look.

"Fhanys, child - I am no Dhamphir, though I suppose my kind are rather mysterious...I will be fine in the sun. Let us be off then, I would like to speak with Otiward, and...see the world once more, this crypt has kept me too long." Sevia had a faraway look in her eyes for a moment as she reached out and patted Fhanys' shoulder. "Ah! If one of you could grab a torch? I'd be fine in the darkness but I've the feeling you'd be blinded by it and I shan't have you lost down here." Sevia nodded to the dim torch a few feet away before turning on her heel and proceeding towards the recovering priest and the guard watching over him, the metal under her shoes giving a foreboding click-click to each of her steps.

"Now young priest, are you capable of speech? I would have you explain yourself, and do not lie I will know." Sevia said as she stood over him and crossed her arms, tapping her foot. "I do not recognize the holy symbol upon your garments - for it is not mine. Nor do I know what your purpose here is; Priadan spoke vaguely, so clear up his words."


The walls of the temple are stark and bare, with no particular inscriptions on them that would give a clue to the inhabitant of the chamber.

Norben quickly grabbed the nearest still-lit torch, then hurried over to catch up with Sevia and Fhanys, taking a look at the frightened priest still held on the floor before her. The lingering effects of the Color Spray were finally clearing from his mind, and his mouth went dry as he saw what had happened. "I-I-I-" the guard holding him cuffed the back of his head. "H-h-he said that we just had to follow his instructions and the Goddess of Death would reward us!" the priest stammered out. "Th-they've been working on this for generations, trying to o-overthrow the government and take over, b-but he didn't inherit the power of his family! He was getting m-more and more obsessed, and everyone was t-too afraid of him to oppose him!"

<"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!">


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia scowled, remembering just a few moments ago how Priadan had tried to command her. Clearly his idea of 'reward' had merely been that provided by a servant. "I've a feeling the only rewards would be for himself; and I do not take kindly to being commanded." Sevia turned toward the stone table she'd once lied upon, now sitting upright. For some reason she felt so...different, enough so to say that she was not even the being that had been Death but merely an incomplete copy. Slowly she walked towards the table until she stood before it, reaching out with a hand to touch it.

"I tell you this, all of you, you are all quiet fortunate that I emerged from this tomb without the...curse of evil on my soul. For I know my previous incarnation would've slaughtered you." Sevia said, in some for off voice, before turning back to them. "'Tis clear your master Priadan or any of you knew nothing of me, or none of you would've dared set foot into here. One does not earn the title 'Dreaded Death' for nothing." She said as she walked back to the priest, leaving the table behind "It is best if that name stays buried here, I shan't be that anymore."

As she stood back in front of the priest she knelt down to his level, though with a look of more melancholy on her face. "I have no desire for your death. Tell me true though, what is this conspiracy you speak of? It is clear now that I am on Golarion...yes, yes...and this is the Common Taldish language, so his family seeks to take the throne of the Taldor Empire?" Sevia asked, thinking back to what she knew of the enormous Human nation which had once spanned Avistan.


"Y-y-yes." the Priest said, not especially reassured by her claims that she didn't want to kill him. "O-or rather, they wanted to eliminate the t-throne. The Government hasn't been functional in centuries, and he didn't want to take control of a system that would thwart him at every turn! H-he said it was long past time for the entire Empire to d-die, and t-that offering an entire nation to the Goddess of Death would be s-sure to earn a place of g-greatness in her realm!" After all, most gods were known to reward worshipers who committed major acts in their name, and an entire nation being murdered was actually a lot more than most who called Death their Mistress had ever accomplished. Of course, all his soul would know now (and for all eternity, most likely) was that he had utterly failed in his chance to stand by Death, perhaps even rule a part of her domain for her.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

"Oh my, perhaps the welp did know a little about me. I certainly wouldn't have put it past my darker side...though nothing would have been left in that case!" Sevia stood back up and raised a hand to her chin thoughtfully. "This does leave me somewhat confused though, in my time the Taldan Empire was a shining beacon of power and prosperity...hmm, I suppose no longer then? So many questions. We should leave this place though, I have no desire to linger here." The priest's words did not paint a pretty picture of the Empire, leading her to wonder what had happened to it. She turned and walked back towards the exit, passing the other three guards and coming to Priadan's bloody corpse and knelt down to rifle through his possessions.

Search Priadan's body


Priadan didn't have too much on his body - he carried mainly the items necessary for what he'd hoped would be happening, but his Masterwork Buckler is pretty nice. There's also a Potion of Endure Elements in one of his pockets, presumably in case the tomb turned out to be colder than expected, and a pair of obsidian gems worth 10 gp each. A small bag contains 25 gold pieces; all totaled, the value of the items on him is 260 gold pieces.

While you were doing that, however, Fhanys and Norben were exchanging a slightly nervous look, though they were sticking rather close just in case any of the guards suddenly changed their minds about being obedient.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Didn't he have a staff?

Sevia removed each item as she found them, stashing the potion and valuables in the pouches on her belt and sliding the buckler onto her arm. Looking at his now lifeless face she grimaced, reaching forward and closing his eyelids before standing up. 'Poor, deluded fool' she thought as she walked back directly under the entrance, giving Fhanys and Norben a reassuring smile as if to calm them.

She reached forward and cast one last Drench spell on the last torch in the corner of the room. "If you'd rather not be left down here in the dark I'd suggest you get following us" she said to the group, before collecting their discarded great swords. "Norben, can you lead us back to the surface?" she asked.

Under the effects of Medium Load


Yes, he did, but it's nothing special - more of a shortened quarterstaff he was using for tricks, and not actually valuable.

Incidentally, you've earned 300 XP.

"Y-yes, that won't be a problem!" he said, a little confused as to why Sevia was grabbing that many weapons... but at this point, he'd already decided that he didn't really want to know, and he took the lead with Fhanys to take the group out of the tunnels. Fortunately, the crypt itself wasn't actually that complicated; there were two other rooms along the way, but they were stark and bare, seeming to be little more than unfinished chambers for those coming in. Norben is quiet as the group proceeds, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to check on the others before pushing open the last obstacle - a solid stone door.

At last, you've made it out of the tomb where you slept for so long. It's a bright day outside, with air noticeably warmer than inside the crypt and few clouds in the sky. In the distance, perhaps twenty minutes of walking away, is the village mentioned earlier. To the right is an increasingly dense forest, but you can also see a number of farms on the other side - it seems the village was built by the border of two types of terrain, and there's clear evidence of lumber harvesting. The soldiers and priest, however, are looking increasingly nervous...


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Woooo xp!

The weapons were a little large and totally unwieldy, but Sevia wasn't about to simply trust the men she'd just fought with their weapons back. 'Plus, they could be worth something' she smirked, taking the time to look around the tomb, as bare as it is. Well, she certainly hadn't had time for ornateness.

Coming to the stone door, Sevia steeled herself as he pushed it open, the bright light of the sun bathing her body for the first time in millenia. She averted her face and closed her eyes for a moment, scowling as she adjusted to the light. "Sister's sun is as bright as always..." she grumbled, just loud enough for the rest of group to hear. Slowly she walked forward just outside the entrance, before dropping the great swords at her feet and turning around - noting the nervous faces of her would be foes.

"The four of you may go now I suppose, just don't make me regret sparing your foolish lives. You, priest-" she pointed at the man, "-will remain with me for a time. I still have questions for you."


The four soldiers took off running as fast as they could - away from the village, and with no apparent intention of wanting to stay anywhere near where Sevia was probably headed. At times like this, it really was safer to simply make yourself scarce, and the Priest had a rather vexed expression as he watched them run off. They hadn't been paid so well just to desert... though, at least this time around, he could understand their feelings. After all, he wanted to do the exact same thing... though he was also trying to hang on to whatever scraps of pride and dignity he still had left.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia shakes her head as the four run off, part of her wondering if she should have done that. Noticing the priest's perplextion she chuckled, "If you wanted men who would stand and fight, you should have picked fighters who believed in something greater than gold," she said simply, turning to the tomb.

She examined it a moment in self reflection before walking back to the door "I will not waste this second chance" she spoke in Celestial, before pushing it shut.

Walking back to the group Sevia picked up the swords and tied them together with her rope, to make them a little more manageable before hoisting them over her back. "Now, do you know of the Wizard King Tar-Baphon? That was the last time I intervened significantly on Golarion" Sevia said as she began to make her way toward the village.


Norben mostly looked confused, but Fhanys was a little more schooled in the history of the world, mostly as a result of the tutelage she had received from Father Otiward. "Tar-Ba- you mean the Whispering Tyrant?" she asked. "Gods, that was ages ago, if you're talking about what happened before the Crusade." she still wasn't entirely sure what was going on with Sevia, but it was clear something about her was odd. "Let's see, I think the Father said it was... late in the ninth century where he ruled, before Aroden killed him?" she was a little fuzzy on some of the exact details, but the village's chief religious leader did have more than a little interest in the tales of the gods. "Then he came back as a Lich in 3203, and ruled all the way until they imprisoned him in 3827, but then Aroden died... and... oh..." The lady of shadows might not have known about that, huh? Uh...


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

As Sevia listened her face grew more and more confused, 'That is certainly not how I remember it!' she thought, resisting the urge to jump in to interrupt. Which was dreadfully hard when she said that Aroden had killed Tar-Baphon; but nothing could have really prepared her for the girl's next words, as she dropped the swords again, stopped and turned around to gape at Fhanys.

"Aroden is dead?" Sevia asked, completely floored. Suddenly she felt quite lucky that she hadn't perished herself when-'Not thinking about that!' she mentally interrupted herself. "Buh-Wha-...How?!" she asked, although with her far off look she may or may not have actually been talking to Fhanys. "By creation I might have opposed his ascension but to kill him? There are so many other gods more worthy of that then him!" she said, seemingly talking to herself by that point.

Sevia stopped talking, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to compose herself. "So much has changed...Aroden dead, and myself gone for more than three millenia, people don't even remember my greatest victory anymore it seems." Sevia said the last part a little bitterly and picked the swords back up. "Know this at least, Aroden did not kill Tar-Baphon. He failed, and I finished the Wizard in his stead...though it appears I couldn't kill him completely. Not that I would put it past one as crafty as him." Mentally, Sevia was just trying to prepare herself for any more surprises, though she hoped one of the major pantheon dying would be the most shocking thing she could hear.


Fhanys took a deep breath, trying to refocus her thoughts and adjust her views a little bit. All right, it was fairly clear that Sevia didn't really know much of anything over the last few thousand years of history, so... "Well, all of that was a long time ago, and the gods don't really like to talk about it." she said. "It's 4714 now. The Age of Lost Omens started in 4606-" That is, about a hundred years before, "-when Aroden disappeared and the world was struck by storms for weeks. Nobody knows what actually happened to him after his prophecy of return wasn't fulfilled, but it's stopped other major prophecies from working, too. It's... um... had a lot of effects on the world." Nations rising, nations falling, the unleashing of ancient and terrible powers, and so on and so forth. Not the best time to be living in, though their region had been spared the worst simply because they were fairly far away from locations of true interest.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Would I know about the prophecy? Or was that written after me?

Sevia nodded, slowly taking all of this in as the four of them kept walking towards the village. From the way Fhanys spoke of 'effects on the world' it seemed very clear she did not consider them to be good things. "Age of Lost Omens...sounds fairly foreboding. Not a very promising follow up of the Age of Enthronement I take it? You sound very perturbed describing it." Personally Sevia was still somewhat coming down from the shock of the news, and trying to imagine what had befallen Aroden. She was glad that Fhanys was being patient with her though, she imagined that if she wasn't some near eldritch being who'd just killed for her the girl might be addressing Sevia as if a child. "I am not all too surprised the Gods are silent of Aroden's death though - It's not much more different than what happened to me, though I'm sure the circumstances and consequences are somewhat different...The loss of prophecy does concern me, Fate was also one of my domains."


I don't think the sources give a date, but it was probably given after you vanished from the world.

Fhanys finally mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind for some time now. "Are... are you really a goddess?" she asked quietly, looking carefully at Sevia. There was no denying that something very strange had happened within that chamber. In all honesty, most of the stories about things sleeping inside of tombs and coming out again resulted in the sleeper turning out to be some kind of hideously powerful monster. That wasn't exactly wrong when applied to Sevia, either, at least from a normal person's point of view... except for the fact that Sevia truly didn't seem to be like one of those entities.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

'Ah, there's the question.' Admittedly, Sevia had expected that none of them really believed her, as they appeared to be clueless to who she was. Perhaps she was well and truly a Forgotten God after all this time; and who believes just anyone claiming to be a God?

"Did I not answer your prayer?" Sevia told her with a small smirk, and held up a hand to forestall any response. "Yes, I am. In the time before time, when my sister Sarenrae created the first mortal life, she inadvertently willed me into existence as well - the Goddess of Death," she said gesturing to herself, and then the world around around them, her smirk dissolving into a more longingly nostalgic smile. "I then took unto myself the domains of Death, Darkness, Fate, and Rebirth...I stand before you quite diminished though, for I scattered most of my divine power onto Golarion in the form of artifacts, just before I was about to be struck down...perhaps if I had died as Aroden I would not have disappeared from the world?" Sevia reasoned as she pulled a small silver medallion from her body and held it towards Fhanys. "This is my Holy Symbol. The mark of a dragon eating its tail, which symbolizes the cycle of death and rebirth."


Fhanys carefully took the medallion and examined it, as if trying to memorize the symbol upon it. It certainly wasn't any religious mark she was familiar with (though a Dragon as a symbol of death wasn't a bad idea if even half the stories about their destructive tendencies were true). She didn't seem entirely convinced, but on the other hand, she wasn't running to get people to burn the heretic, either - and she calmly passed the medallion back to Sevia.

Meanwhile, all the walking has brought you much closer to the village - it's a fairly pleasant place, with quite a few buildings dotting the landscape. The roads are still dirt, but so well-used that they seem remarkably solid, and there are several buildings made out of stone instead of wood. The most prominent of these has been decorated with what looks like a divine symbol, but it doesn't match the sign of any deity you know of. The place is bustling, and while nobody seems to have noticed you yet, it won't be long before they do.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Do the symbols match the one the priest wares?

Sevia watched as the girl looked contemplatively at her symbol and supposed she should be grateful the girl seemed to be fairly open minded. She certainly recalled the strife which had often beset between the faithful of some gods, though in those cases the Gods seldom left their opinions to mortals themselves. That wasn't exactly applicable here though. "My true name though is Sevia, I would prefer if you used that name," Sevia said as she accepted her medallion with a smile, understanding it would take a little more than impressive acrobatics and simple magics to prove her claim.

As she took a moment to look around at the buildings of the village and the small crowd of humans milling back and forth in their everyday lives. Sevia recognized that Fetchlings were uncommon within the Material Plane, and sometimes feared for it, as most are wont to do when the encounter the unknown. She considered concealing her true nature for a moment but thought better of it, knowing the spell would only last a few minutes and she didn't expect to be leaving soon. Better to be done with any incident sooner than later, "So child, where can we find Father Otiward? Oh, and if it all possible I'd like to find someone who'll buy these greatswords."


No, they do not.

"Father Otiward is usually in the church." Fhanys said, pointing to the largest building. "He sometimes goes out to visit and talk with people, but I don't think you'll need to worry about finding him... As for the weapons, um... well, we do have a smith that might like them for raw materials." For the most part, their village didn't need too many weapons (today's events excluded), but there was always a need for nails, pots, and similarly useful items.

A few moments later, someone from the village finally noticed you approaching and let out a shout. Moments later, people were running out of their houses and heading right towards the group, headed by a brown-haired man that looked to be somewhere in his thirties. Perhaps most importantly, his clothes were decorated with the same symbol that decorated the church, and he was rather fit for someone with the job of a priest. "Fhanys! Norben!" he didn't bother asking if they were all right - that seemed obvious. "And this is...?"

"Father Otiward, everyone, this is Sevia." Norben said, stepping forward. "She saved our lives from some people who took us into the tomb; you can trust her." He gave the crowd a small stare, and Father Otiward turns to you, looking you over for a few moments. Then...

"On behalf of our village, thank you for saving them." he said, smiling and holding out his hand. "We were all terribly worried when they disappeared without notice, especially..." he broke off, eyes flickering to Fhanys.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Perception check to pick up anything the other villagers might be saying about me - get the mood of the crowd

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Sevia nodded as Fhanys pointed out where to go, though it was bothering her that she'd seen at least two holy symbols she couldn't recognize. At that moment she heard someone shout and a whole lot of people seemed to quickly converge on their small group - which made Sevia more than a little nervous as she found her free hand unconsciously twitching to one of the swords on her hip.

Luckily Norben stepped forward in her stead and introduced her, allowing her to relax a little. Her own hand reached forward to grasp Otiward's in a firm shake as she inclined her head; noticing the flick of her eyes to the girl next to her, she understood what he was implying. "Ah, I understand what you mean. Take relief with the knowledge that the man responsible for their capture has been...'dealt with' and will no longer bother your community." Sevia said, obviously implying herself what method she meant. At the moment though she was in a rather fortuitous mood, considering none of the people there had taken any untoward action given her obviously non-human heritage. Though, she figured it would probably be for the best if she avoided talking about exactly who she was to too many people, mortals could get rather passionate about the divine after all.

"I'll be honest when I say that I am rather lost though; I've little idea where I'm at - somewhere in Taldor as I've gathered, nor what's been happening in the world recently. Fhanys here has been helping me fill in the gaps but she said it would be helpful to consult you." Sevia said, gesturing around to the woods, then towards Fhanys herself.


The villagers appear to be a little afraid - but after Norben's words and Father Otiward's warm greeting, most of them have relaxed somewhat and seem to regard you as an oddity, but not a threat.

The man himself simply nodded thoughtfully, then turned to the other villagers and, after a few moments, got the majority of them to disperse and get back to what they were doing. They'd have plenty of time for questions later, once everything else had been taken care of. "Well, you've come to the right place if you'd like a little more knowledge." Father Otiward said cheerfully, indicating that she should follow him. "I have a few friends among the traders who know to bring new books this way, so I might just be able to find what you're looking for. Is there anything in particular you'd like to know, or should I just show you to the room?"


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Sevia watched the crowd disperse with a few words, somewhat surprised the insular little community didn't bat much an eyelash towards her. Following Father Otiward's direction, she paced after him, motioning behind her that the priest should follow as well 'I should probably get his name at least' Sevia thought as she realized she didn't know what to call him.

"Seeing your entire collection would help. But I'm most interested in history - political and religious history specifically..." Sevia was about to continue on but felt her stomach rumble, realizing that she was...hungry. Which was perhaps the oddest sensation she'd yet felt, not counting the lack of sensation her limited mortal perception was capable of. "Also, if I could get some food? I have coin."


"Well, religious history certainly won't be a problem." Father Otiward says as he ushers you into the church's library. It's actually a fairly large collection, with several hundred volumes on a series of shelves, well-tended but clearly well-read as well. "Don't worry about paying for the food, either. What would you like? We tend to keep to simple foods, but it's not hard to come by meat, bread, vegetables, fruit..." The village was mostly a farming community, after all. It may not have been the fanciest place in the world, but getting food wasn't a problem.


Female Fetchling Level 9 - Mythic 3 | HP 154 | AC/TC/FF 28/21/- | Fort: 16, Refl: 23, Will: 17 | CMB/CMD 6/25 | Init: 15, Perc: 15 |
Spoiler:
Spells: Heroism

Did Fhanys and Norben take off?

As Sevia walks into the church library, she is somewhat taken aback by the sheer magnitude of its size and scope. Libraries like this tended to be found only in major cities, at least three thousand years ago that was the case. "This is rather impressive! I'd expect to find a collection as large as this in only a city." Sevia said as she left the swords she'd been carrying in a corner, walking over towards one of the shelves. Being a Goddess who'd never needed to eat she wasn't actually familiar with foods; some of the Gods - Sheyln especially, seemed to indulge in them purely for vanity reasons, but she had seen them more a waste of time. As the Goddess of Death, she'd found herself more often busy than most of her peers, tending to the functions of Avalon and judging souls. "...Uh, any kind would be fine..." Sevia said, leaving the choice up to her host and hoping she'd find whatever he returned with palatable.

Sevia began perusing the bookshelves, looking for any books on history, beginning to pull off anything related to the Gods and Taldor for starters. Once Father Otiward had left she turned toward her somewhat prisoner. "Now priest, perhaps you can tell me your name and little bit more about that fool Priadan, hmm? How did you even find my tomb?" she asked.

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