I was in the middle of this much lighter Kith post  when Olan dropped that HC update, and now I am in two veeerrry different Kith headspaces at the same time.

"Anybody in the group good at finding these?"

How dare you

Laughed at Emperor Suddethpatine, but the pants thing . . . I feel like that's too real after last time ;_____; someone get this thief a belt.

I'll just be hanging out, hoping Fortune's Smile cuts through a D'hurgen dungeon.

Welp, here we go. I hope you all told your Kithy you loved her the last time you saw her.

I told her every day and it still doesn't feel like it was enough 

Awww, hopefully you get to come on back soon!

As always, such a wonderful pleasure to lay eyes on a post from my favorite battle priest 

I bought some brats and sauerkraut the other day. I think I'll cook 'em up today in honor of our missing battle priest! Om nom nom

Also, congrats on the successful FB Messenger device. It can be a fickle beast.

Eol was able to summon Raven. Any ideas on the ritual to summon a Brom?

Sounds good  looking forward to Kith being irritated with a helpful, yet none stealthy character! Mwahahaha ive been plugging away at a past past Kith post but still have a ways, so I'll be taking a break to work on a new present-ish Kith post to move things along.

Also, selfishly very excited to see how Adedre has taken the news of having her kitten stolen ^_____^

Name: Izkhari Diva

Race: Bronze Dragonborn

Build: Tempest Cleric, God: Helm, God of Protection

Background: Acolyte [Proficiency: Insight, Religion]

Ability Scores: STR 16 [+3], DEX 14 [+2], CON 14 [+2], INT 10 [0], WIS 18 [+4], CHA 10 [+0]

HP: 150

Feats: War Caster [8th]

Racial Abilities: Speed 30ft; Medium Size; Resistance [Lightning]; Breath Weapon [1/Short rest, DC 15 DEX ½ dmg on success, 30ft line, 4d6 Lightning]

Skills: History, Medicine

Languages: Common; Draconic; Abyssal; Celestial

Saving Throws: Wisdom, Charisma

Class Abilities: Bonus Proficiencies [proficiency with martial weapons and heavy armor];

Wrath of the Storm [when creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DC 17 DEX saving throw  or take 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success, 4 uses/day];

Channel Divinity, 2/Short rest [Turn Undead: When an undead fails its saving throw against your Turn Undead feature, it is instantly destroyed if its CR is 3 or lower, Destructive Wrath: deal maximum damage instead of rolling for lightning or thunder damage];

Thunderbolt Strike: When you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you;

Divine Strike: once on each of your turns when you hit a creature with a weapon attack, you can cause the attack to deal an extra 2d8 thunder damage;

Divine Intervention: Action, request deity's aid and roll percentile dice. If the number rolled is equal to or less than your cleric level, your deity intervenes. If successful, you can't use this feature again for 7 days, otherwise, you can use it again after a long rest

Mana Points: 66

Spells known: All Cleric spells

Cantrips: Guidance, Light, Mending, Sacred Flame, Thaumaturgy

Spells prepared: 1st: Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Fog Cloud, Guiding Bolt, Healing Word, Shield of Faith, Thunderwave

2nd: Blindness/Deafness, Gust of Wind, Hold Person, Lesser Restoration, Shatter, Spiritual Weapon

3rd: Beacon of Hope, Call Lightning, Dispel Magic, Glyph of Warding, Mass Healing Word, Revivify, Sleet Storm

4th: Control Water, Death Ward, Ice Storm

5th: Destructive Wave, Greater Restoration, Insect Plague, Mass Cure Wounds

6th: Heal

7th:

8th: Holy Aura

Description: Nearly 7 feet tall, Diva towers over the humans and most other creatures who work alongside her within Helm’s Temple. Her scales are bronze and strong, though marred and seemingly disheveled in places, indicating wounds from past battles. She strikes an impressive figure, strong and stoic, ready to heal a battalion or rain lightning and thunder down on her foes at a moment’s notice.

History: Diva was brought to the steps of Helm’s temple as a child, the first day of a massive storm that lasted for weeks. Her parents knew they would likely never return from the battle that lay ahead of them, and so left their child in the protection of the protector god himself. Diva learned of their demise on the last day of the storm, and raged, as though challenging the storm itself. While the priests and priestesses felt Diva’s loss, they found this display more impressive than anything else. She clearly held a great power within her, and began her training immediately.

Though strong in both body and command of the storm, Diva’s desires and greatest assets formed more in line with healing the battle wounded, slinging spells that would give her allies advantages over their foes, and bringing back to life their fallen soldiers, that they may then return home to their families.

She became a true force of nature. The armies she marched with could endure any battle, and enemies came to fear the troops who approached them beneath ominous black clouds streaked with lightning and rolling with deafening thunder. They came to be known as the Tempest Legions of Diva,.

The only battle they ever lost was the last one Diva would remember. As rain and light fell down across the battlefield, Diva was struck a finishing blow by a ballista bolt. Overkill, for one dragonborn, however her enemies no longer thought of her as just one dragonborn. She was an entity, an otherworldly being. And now, finally, she was dead.

I was a little hesitant on the dragging an NPC with us front, but after you've described him I want Mosic to go with us everywhere. I want to go to the ends of the world with Mosic.

I have a bit of a full weekend this time around so I may not be able to get Kithy post up until Monday. If you need some dialogue or "wwKithd" stuff, I'll still be checking the site and can reply, or Eol, you can yell at me in messenger.

At this point, Kith would like to get some supplies (e.g. pants and a weapon more Ch'dau's style for him, stuff Ara might need, etc) and work on a plan to take on the necromantic slitch.

. . . there simply is no time to say prayers…” 

Loved that so much 

I guess Kith will go ahead and find another merchant to swindle into giving her a place to stay lol

I think a lot about what it would look like, fighting as our three-party team. When it was just Ch'dau and Kith, I knew she would use him a lot as like a launching board or to jump off of to commit some death from above senarios. Now imagining Ara in the mix, I still do imagine Kith and Ch'dau's fighting style like that, but with the bladesinger on the other side, doing her thing while Kith also lends support.

What it's turned into, then, in my mind, is Ch'dau slicing away on one side, Ara singing and slashing on the other and Kithran jumping back and forth between the two, knocking an enemy off-balance on one side, bouncing off Ch'dau and launching herself to the other side to stab a knee, tossing a dagger back at a wild arm on the other side--just the ultimate support rogue for all of your berserker and bladesinger needs!

It's all very anime in my mind

The summoning worked! Glad you made it through the week, Raven, I hope your weekend is much better!

I'm also selfishly giddy at the prospect of a Cedy post ^___^

Oh yeah, a half-Sylzari would be SO cool.

And hypothetically, Uj'ana would be the only child Auntie Kith would like.

That is NOT what I meant but a half-Sylzari would be pretty neat.

In that case Kith dooooesn't touch her shoulder.

Puuuurrrrrrrfect 

Flash forward to Ch'dau smothering her while Kith pokes her in the shoulder.

Aranwen has to babysit us strays all day long. We should get her something nice for Christmas.

I really miss a good Gib and/or Cedric post.

Also, Kith's up!

Finally, Kithran thinks as she pulls the stowed lockpicks from within her armor, that which I was created to do. She crouches before the door and works the lock as she had so many hundreds of times before. She wasn’t a gallant and graceful bladesinger, she wasn’t a formidable battle priest, powerful spellcaster, or a nearly impenetrable Kazari. She felt a favorable click and grinned to herself. This is who she was. Just a sticky-fingered little th--

Snick!

Kith sucks in a breath and draws her hands back. No. I . . .  she looks down at her stinging finger, a small droplet of blood beginning to pool and her vision begins to fade. No, why would they . . . I checked! I--

She closes her eyes, shaking her head almost violently, and when she opens them again it seems to have worked. The door is unlocked and her hand seems fine. She gives her head one more little shake and hops to her feet, bowing before the rest with a gesture to the passageway.

Standing upright the smell hits her and she is immediately taken back to the undead rot of a witch’s dungeon. Another of D’hurgen’s putrid horde, and the hesitation begins to take her once more.

Ara’s torch warms her back as she approaches for a better look down the decomposing hallway, "Definitely a side passage, used primarily by their undead minions, perhaps." She gave a soft sigh and nodded to the others, "At the very least, we can hope this will continue to cover our approach, as opposed to walking in through the front hall. Line up single rank, that we won't block each other's movements. Stay alert."

Kithran nodded, her faith in the bladesinger, and the bladesinger’s faith in her keeping her resolve in place as she steps in front of their group and leads the way into the dank hallway. She steps cautiously in here, doing all she can not to consider the various slick piles of . . . something . . . she passes through, signalling to the others of the impending goop as they go along. There is no getting away from the smell in here either. Though she brings an arm up to cover her face from as much as she can, it still feels as though it is seeping into her brain. If there is any grace in it at all, it is that in a very small way it distracts her from imagining what may lay in wait for her at the end of the tunnel.

The path is silent, save for the squelching made from trudging through the mangled body parts of I’m just not going to think about it, and while that means there are no ghouls upon them for now, it also feels more and more ominous as they go along. Her heart quickens at the simple thought of those things, and a shiver drips down her spine once more at the memory. The thought of that chilling giggle is so loud in her head that she almost doesn’t realize that it is making its way toward her. 

Kith is backing up even before Aranwen gives her commands, "Behind me, Kithran!" the bladesinger calls at the sight of the monster. Kith takes her place crouched behind their leader, ready to lend her support, and she can hear the others falling in line behind her. She also hears another of these creatures’ giggles racing up from behind and grinds her teeth at her inability to backup both of her friends, though the telltale sound of Gib’s armor as he takes his place beside Ch’dau offers as much relief as she is able to feel before the monstrosities are upon them.

As the creature before them just reaches the melee space of Aranwen’s blade, a chanting breaks up the haunted giggles and darkness fully envelopes them. It was heavy, the blinding emptiness that fell, and Kith could not remember a time her eyes were open and she was unable to see anything.

And then came Davena’s scream. Another had pierced their ranks from somewhere within this utter nothingness.

"Focus!" Aranwen called out and Kith came back to herself, "Recall the hall in your mind - feel the slope! Cedric, face down the slope and step to your right. Garn, turn up the slope and stay to your right - help Davena! Gib, Ch'dau, keep the back ghoul from us. Get ready to move."

“As you say, khatun,” Ch’dau sounded from behind them, then to their mage, “If there is anything you might do to dispel this accursed darkness, little one, now is the time!”

Kithran then heard Aranwen move, her song always moving in concert to her, and Kith leaped forward, “Swing high, Ara, I’ll trip them up from below.” Listening to the bladesinger’s song and steps in order to find her placement in the small tunnel, and imagining where the thing must have shambled to in the moments after the darkness befell them, Kith moves forward, staying low as to not hinder Aranwen’s blade. She strikes out from behind Ara, searching for a torso or a leg, anything to open the creature up for a well-placed hit from the warrior above her, hoping for the nightmare, or at least this darkness, to come to an end.

Just saw the group pic P.S.--yeeeeesssssss! Caffeinate all the way!

RE: Color, MORE YEEEESSSS

For my part, I shall drool incessantly at all of your beautiful work.

They're like, best best friends, don't worry about it.

I can see him just being a little punk. What are the lifespans of Kazari?