radium elemental

Seeing the extent Rowena's distress, Naziya straightens up from her coughing fit. She focuses and leaves begin to fall around her, in spite of the lack of trees overhead. A keen botanist might recognize many of them as native to places across Avistan and Garund, and quite out of place, here. She gestures toward Rowena, and a tomato grows, from nothing, to flower, to mature fruit in Rowena's hand. "Eat it quickly, it will help dull the burning." ((If Rowena eats the tomato, she will heal 2d4+6 hit points and gain resistance 4 against Void damage for the next 10 minutes)) She then turns to looks over the pile of treasure, "This all seems wrong. We may not have come here as thieves, but can everyone here be so honest, or so cautious of Valashinaz's wrath, that they wouldn't need any guard between these treasures and the entrance?"

Naziya lets out a hacking cough and wipes at her eyes as the fumes hit, but manages to avoid a worse reaction, thanks to her distance from the exploding rock. "That wasn't sediment!"

Naziya also graciously accepts the Death Chicken, and makes her most valiant effort to disguise any discomfort and avoid reaching for the milk if she can, or at least avoid looking desperate for it if she can't, possibly using Lucky's reaction as a moment of cover, before following his conversational thread. "My comrade's description is a bit summary, but entirely accurate. We should be meeting this kobold, Purepurrin, at a cave not too much further from here... I don't suppose you're already familiar with those neighbors? Do you do a lot of your business in this area, or are you just traveling through?"

As the cart remains fixed to its resting spot, Naziya's light banter trails off, and she crosses toward the cart and crouched down behind Sepurnia and the mass of branches, peering between them, "This can't be right, unless you've managed to catch it on something? I dont see anything holding it down..." Meanwhile, the coiled branches strain to rise, under the side of the cart, one letting out a sharp snap, like Rowena's branch.

They are awarded after having run certain numbers of society games. For each of those Glyphs, I can give one person in the party a second starting Hero Point.

Naziya sits down on a rock to the side of the road, as the undulating mass of plant matter set itself against the cart to help with attempting to right it "Of course, we'd be happy to to help with your cart. I do have to admit, the sound of your 'death chicken challenge' makes me a bit nostalgic. When I was just a girl, it used to be a local pastime. Not Death Chicken, of course, but youths competing to see who could eat the hottest peppers without flinching. Then they'd expect you to swoon over their bravery and fortitude, of course. That part was less amusing."

So, I do have 3 glyphs. Let's toss them to Sol, Lucky and Rowena.

The mass of foliage rustles at the passing halfing, with its neck not only bending to look at him, but shifting its base several inches along the body. Naziya nods politely to each of the new arrivals as she considers the task, before replying to the Venture-Captain "It seems a simple enough matter to deliver a gift in a proper manner..." She looks around at the other arrivals, "and I'm certain that with so many eager hands we can make sure it arrives safely. Is there anything particular about the gift that we should tell to Purepurin? And is there any particular etiquette that we should be aware of? Respect is universal, but I can't say the same of manners, after all."

Alright, I think that the sheets for both my character and her eidolon should be linked through the intro post now. Please let me know if they actually aren't viewable, or there's any permissions issue. This is my first time using Myth-Weavers.

The first Pathfinder to step in is an elf with dark skin, white white dropping just past her shoulders, and an extremely confident bearing. She doesn't carry any immediately visible weapons, but appears to be followed by approximately 300lbs of assorted plat matter from the lodges gardens, and the approaching roadside, shaped like a particularly crude imitation of a deer, that fluctuates between shaping 4 and 6 legs from assorted branches as it walks in an irregular gait. Each of them sport a reddish sunburst, the one centered between the elf's collarbones, and the other on the plant-thing's forehead. She offers a polite bow of greeting to the Samsaran woman, "Good morning, Venture Captain, I am Naziya. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of introducing myself to your lodge's grounds before reporting here. They really are rather talkative, for it to be so early as it is."