Olika
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 14
- Dexterity
- 22
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 9
- Wisdom
- 9
FactionSecludedLodgeMarta
Starting equipment
- Olika straightens the folds of her dress and puts her hands over her belly.
- Olika frowns. "I heard a noise from the kitchen… It was like something fell on the floor. And then this grumpy
- "First time I've seen these people was when I'd stepped over the threshold of this lodge."
- "Your Grace! It's an honor!" The woman bows, then stares at you with shining eyes. "I thought I'd never be abl
- "You must have forgotten already, but… it was you who discovered my husband's body. A trader, died on one of h
- Olika gives you several hasty nods. It seems the talk of cultists has frightened her.
- Olika shakes her head slowly. "No… I don't think so..."
- Olika shrugs. "I've little coin, Your Grace… So I have to beg traders on the road to ride in their carts. I sp
- "From Galt, Your Grace. I'm from a tiny village near the tract — guess no one here ever heard about this place
- Olika raises her face and stares at Kesten, surprised. "What?" She blinks off the tears. "Become a priestess?
- You recall the location of Galt and Gralton. As far as you know, Stolen Lands lay aside from the places Olika
- She touches a turquoise brooch pinned to her dress — the brooch is familiar to you. "You made it possible that
- Olika starts sobbing. "I tried! I tried to find out what's wrong! To heal myself! To appease the gods! The pri
- Olika hesitates. "I don't know yet." She answers. "But if things turn out well… why not?"
- A young woman stands before you, wearing a plain dress and a hooded cloak. Her belly is swollen — she is pregn
- Olika takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "I… I'll explain..."
- Olika pales. "Cultists? That's… that's horrible! But… how can I help you?"
- Olika hesitates, then takes a key out from her cloak and hands it to you without a word.
- Olika hands her head, and her hands cover her belly, as if trying to protect her unborn child. After a moment,
- The woman manages a bow. "I've heard other people calling you baron, Your Grace. It's an honor to be in your p
- Olika gives you perplexed look. "But that's not true! It's not!" Her voice trembles. "Dumra… the hostess… she.
- "I've got a sister in Gralton. Gods bless her — she's agreed to give me a shelter in her house. So I went ther
- "I'm taking what rest I can after a long day on the road, Your Grace. I'm a widow..." Olika stops short. "I've
- "Do you want to ask about something else?" Olika gives you a faint smile.
- "Your Grace! Wait!" You can barely hear Olika's words through her sobs. "Let me ask you! No, let me beg you! A
- Olika nods. "Of course, Your Grace."
- The woman lowers her head and rests her hands against her belly. "I… I'm expecting a baby… But… because of the
- "No!" Olika shakes her head without raising her eyes. "No one could help me but Lamashtu! Everyone has turned
- "But I can't... can't just accept it. I can't give up. This child... my husband's child... all I have left of