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Being from the Fey Wild, Paupricosh’s emotions tend to be grand and dynamic, and never subtle.
This is what she appear like when she switched to being fully vindictive and cruel. Usually she’s sweet as candy, until she’s pushed.

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Paupricosh Padparascha-Ungart in her second outfit. The dress I based off of a buttercup, and the shall she tailored from a cultist robe she “found” in the fire temple that she made and decided to base it off of a poppy, as that’s what the others call her (which I like a lot).
She did change from college of glamour 😢; however, she switched to college of Swords😁, and she’s still a Hamon Monk (way of the sun soul). All in all, I’m happy with the group change and look forward to seeing what other shenanigans she gets into.

Paupricosh Padparascha-Ungart in her second outfit. The dress I based off of a buttercup, and the shall she tailored from a cultist robe she “found” in the fire temple that she made and decided to base it off of a poppy, as that’s what the others call her (which I like a lot).
She did change from college of glamour 😢; however, she switched to college of Swords😁, and she’s still a Hamon Monk (way of the sun soul). All in all, I’m happy with the group change and look forward to seeing what other shenanigans she gets into.

The Diaries of Riolu Ungart: Part 9.3; Sunshadow’s Plan

Another week passed and we made our way to Sunshadow’s church in town. We are now in the presence of a half dozen priests and exorcists of various races.

Sunshadow,”All right friends, I’ve been working with my church over the last couple of weeks to get this Balor purged. We found a small lake in the middle of nowhere that we’ve been converting into holy water, and it’s finally done.”

A Bronze Dragonborn cleric (named Tazvroth Dawnbreak) stepped forward. She began putting us through the plan. ”That’s right. At the bottom of the lake we’ve placed a symbol to summon the Balor. When it is, it’ll be burned and weakened in the lake. When it rises up, that’s when you warriors need to put on the pressure.”

A dark blue, almost purple, Tiefling male (Warlock/Cleric multiclass named Amon Incubane) takes his turn. “We’ll aid in the summon and provide some support you, but we won’t do any battling ourselves. That responsibility will lie with you.”

…

We rest for 3 more days while our troops are rallied. Sunshadow, Staab, Destin, Crudelia, Vanta, the priests and exorcists, and myself made our way to the lake in the early dawn, ready as we’ll ever be to put down that Balor and end that chapter of our lives.

The Diaries of Riolu Ungart: Part 9.2; Dream Man Resurgence

The Dream Man briefly looks up from his book and takes a sip from his glass,”Yes? Can I help you?”

I take a step closer and tell him my reasoning for being here. “We’ll be facing a mighty foe in the near future, as you probably already know. I would like your help in summoning Crudelia, Vanta, and Destin to aid our efforts.”

The Dream Man closes his book, stands up, finishes his glass, and begins to pour another. “And if I were to do this, what shall I earn in return? I have money, concubines, and don’t care for glory.”

I ponder the type of person he is for a moment and remember his vanity. “How about I offer you the taxidermied head of a Balor for your wall? I see that you like stuffed trophies, and you don’t already have one.”

The Dream Man’s eyes light up, if only for a moment. He swirls the contents of his glass and hides his excitement very well. “Tell you what, I’ll bring the likes of Vanta, Crudelia, and Destin to your aid. But in return, I want the head of the beast above my fireplace.”

I realize that this is exactly what I just said, but I agree all the same. We shake hands once more, sending a surge of an electrical sensation up my arm and through my body.

I awaken in the tree and tell the others we will have help in this fight from our former Weird Ones.