Game: Hired by the Dabus

I'd prefer the dog, the MM says that's te closest to a jeckal, and anthro-wise, they're about the same. I started making him today, using the information on Anubis in Deities and Demigods. Do you have that sourcebook? I can send you the relevant info, I copied into a word file so I didn't have to keep the stuff on hand.

Oh... how do we calculate hit points?

Akhenaubis, "He who serves Anubis willingly", is a a tall thin humanoid who appears to be a cross between a human and a jackal. He wears a calm and self-assured expression unless his deity is threatened when he adopts a dangerous glare. Like his patron god, Akhen prides himself on his ordered and reasoned approach to all matters, and he carries out his task as a guardian of the sanctity of death very seriously. While he doesn't mind healing spells or even resurrections (which would surely be stopped if they defied Anubis's will) he has no tolerance for the vile corruption of necromantic practices.
His clothing and possessions are unassuming but covered in subtle honors to the great Judge of the Dead. His mace of dark metal is always ready to crush the enemies of his lord and his side quiver of ankh-shaped wands augment his spellcasting abilities.
Despite his qualifications, Akehnanubis is often unsure in the greater multiverse. He had never been outside of his Lord's realm before a few weeks ago when he left to prove himself worthy of proxyhood. He is a planar, but has little to no knowledge of locations outside of the realms of the Pharaonic deities, though he has heard tales of the City of Doors which seems like the perfect place to begin his quest for the glory of the worthy Anubis.

Ketel is a creature of dreams. A member of the void mephling race, mortal cousins of the void mephits (creatures that don’t even exist in the waking world) Ketel was born in the dream of a Planar Xenobiologist dreaming of fame and acclaim. When the scientist’s dream ended and is dreamscape collapsed the Oneiroi who bore the dream to its recipient rescued the little creature (It was a sentimental dream spirit and the sight of a young helpless dream-being had sparked something in its illusory brain). The child was raised in dreams, becoming an agent of the Oneiroi and their master Morpheus, lord of Dreaming.

As his education, Ketel was allowed to wander the dreams of others, eating lunch with kings and exploring beautiful landscapes that have never existed in the waking world. He watched the nightmares of others and laid eyes upon creatures that make Mind Flayers and Beholders weep in their caves, creatures that have never even existed in reality as we know it. In his role as a steward of the Dreamtime, Ketel helped to craft the dreams and nightmares of others, populating them with creatures, places, and things.

Not long ago, Ketel resigned his position with Oneiroi. He wished to have his own dreams and experiences and not merely live in the illusory dreams of others. He was given a trinket, a sign of the favor with the beings of dreams and the dream bats’ vow that he would always be welcome in their realm. Hitching a ride on the dream of a Sigilian, Ketel found himself in the City of Doors, looking to make a real life for himself.

Hmm.... looks like four players all set to go- when do you want to start?

I still don't have a sheet so I dunno if I'd say we're ready to begin

I can't remember- do we have the XP total, max skill ranks, feats, and ability increases of 10th level characters? Or are these based on class levels only?

Clueless, do you want our sheets mailed to you, or should we just get ready to go? Also, Rhys, great job on babysitting those Golden Lords. I hear Shemeshka has really cleaned up her act, and Zadara and Jeremo are straight arrows too. Makes me safer just thinkin' bout it... whoops I mean, I just feel safer from the gut. No thought, never thought...

See? See, that's what I mean. Ciphers are supposed to be possessed of serenity (like me).

Me neither, what's the story?

'It leads to Mechanus. We can likely find a portal here that will take us directly there, and thus head the assassin off.' Janus pauses to incline his head a bit, his hat almost concealing a small smirk. 'That is, whenever you are all done preparing.'

Quith'mek frowns. Why should we have to trust so blindly in this creature? Then, I've never heard of a dabus that lies. If this goes badly for me, there will be hell to pay. Still suspicious of his lack of useful information, the gith warrior prepares to enter the portal.

Athar. What fools. Too busy railing against everything they see, they can't even grasp what they are dealing with. When they are ready to witness the magnitude of their feeble "beliefs," let them leave their huddled forts and see on the Astral Plane what it means for a god to die.

Does this strange one actually serve the Chac Mool? The Guardian of Dead Gods? I have never heard anything so puzzling.

OOC: Any of you gents coming along? Unless you've got more business with the dabus.

The mephling had yet to say anything. It was slightly unsure as to the proper course of action. It had just been heading out to find lodging and plan its next move. But what better way to explore the planes than to just leap right in head first? The mephling nodded to the dabus, “I am called Kelek, child of the void. I will come with you.”

The mephling turned to the portal and waited. He was not at all worried (for he had been raised in dreams and the dangers of this real world seemed to pale in comparison to the horror of the Dreaming Dark). In fact he was anxious to experience real events, events with substance and meaning.

*whoosh! we're off!*

Akenanubis strides out to the edge of the alley with the confident gait of one who doesn't know to expect danger. He surveys the street ahead of him to get his bearings and then looks back for the rest of the group.

Quith'mek follows the others to the edge of the alley, looking around for signs of danger. He reaches out with his mind and probes the surroundings for signals of an impending attack. In his mind, he searches through the neighborhood around him and scans thoughts for what he has been trained to detect: betrayal. The others have the unsettling sensation of the scent of blood, and memories of fear and panic.

*Quith'mek manifests Detect Hostile Intent for 3 power points. For the next hour and ten minutes, he picks up the presence and general direction of creatures with hostile intentions (active aggression, not vigilance) in a thirty-foot radius. He cannot be surprised or caught flat-footed by creatures succeptible to mind-affecting powers. He automatically can make Sense Motive checks against anyone in range as a free action. The power can penetrate barriers, but 3 feet of stone, 3 inches of common metal, 1 inch of lead, or 6 feet of wood or dirt blocks it.*

Ketel fell back a bit, retreating into himself, letting the dog-man do the talking. These "big people" loved to see the world as if it revolved around them, ignoring the "little people". The dream mephling was quickly learning that not drawing attention to himself or letting on that he was more than he appeared made things easier on him. Ketel fingered the amulet filled with grains of pure dream sand that hung around his neck nervously and hoped that things would go well.