#Qadira

[pixie-mask]

[golariontoday]

13 Pharast: Kaliashahrim https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Kaliashahrim A national holiday celebrating the Padishah Emperor of distant Katheer, and Qadira's loyalty to him.

[qadira-yordle]

Is there anything you want to know about Qadira the Key Holder?

[himejoshikomaeda]

DEADMALL girls [1] [2] [3] [4]

[queenbol-of-baldurs-gate]

When you pick Deadfire back up and not even finished the 2nd main story quest and Aloth is rizzing you up in a gory mess hall and suddenly you have the option to kiss him- AND YOU KNOW THAT'S HIS ONLY FUCKIN ROMANCE TRIGGER AND I'VE BARELY MADE A DENT IN THIS GAME GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CHECK EVERYONE OUT FIRST!!!!

[infinite-xerath]

(Qadira the Key Holder)

It was an exiting day for Qadira. Because she received a mission from elders to find the creator of the Key and maybe the Lock, too.

"The Lock? Is there a lock for the Key?" She asked to an elder.

"We received an info that Valter was seen in Shurima. And he talked about the Lock. We are not sure it is true, but it's worth it." The elder explained.

That was why Qadira was sent to Shurima. She was excited to explore the desert.

Xerath's scouts had reported something interesting to the north: a peculiar structure that didn't seem to be of Shuriman design, barred by some strange magic that none of his acolytes could make sense of. The Magus decided that it might be worthwhile to investigate the matter himself, and so he set off to inspect the mysterious ruins.

After only a day of travel, Xerath managed to reach the sight where his acolytes had gathered, and began inspecting the strange inscriptions...

@qadira-yordle

[piltover-sharpshooter]

No words just tigress snickering at Caits "harem"

"I don't see why you are chuckling miss pit boss, last I heard you and your himbo had a 'harem' of your own." She pouts and sticks her tongue out playfully. "And don't forget we had a relationship all those years ago, you are part of it too, you butt--"

@thegoldentigress

[dailycharacteroption]

Prestige Class Spotlight 14: Daivrat

The relationship between mortals and genie-kind is sometimes quite tense, and often imbalanced, with one ruling over the other, whether it be by physical might or magic. Few places is this more true than Qadira and the greater Kelesh Empire, there powerful conjurers mastered the art of binding genies to their service. Many wonders and structures across the empire owe their creation to genie labor or wishcraft, and many such genies remain in servitude even now, waiting as only an immortal can for the day when the culture changes and they and their kin will be freed, either to go on their merry way, or to exact their revenge.

But not every spellcaster in the land is a genie binder, nor do they necessarily view the elemental beings as potential or current slaves. Indeed, the Daivrat, a word that roughly translates as “genie-friend”, are quite the opposite, viewing genies as equals, trusted advisors, and comrades.

Such mages offer to help the lot of genie-kind, be they slave or free, and can expect to gain willing favors from such beings in kind, even from the most vicious and domineering varieties.

While none would choose to control genies as their counterparts would, daivrats are in a position to bargain fairly with genies that they either encounter or call upon with magic, and if there’s anyone that a genie would look for loopholes in their contract for or offer wishes genuinely without twisting them, it would be to a daivrat that has proven true and good as their word.

So let’s take a look at them!

The requirements for this prestige class include third-tier magic, focus on conjuration, and a greater mastery of certain lore (thereby making in available at around the same time for both full and mid casters), as well as knowledge of the four elemental languages and peaceful contact with a genie, making this a decent option for most casters outside of minor ones.

Naturally, they also progress with their mastery of their magic for all but the first level.

Each daivrat also specializes in either an element or elemental damage type, making appropriate spells harder to resist. Naturally, this later improves.

With their reputation and familiarity with genie customs, these mages are quite adept at both identifying and endearing themselves to genies of all stripes.

These mages gain the service of minor incorporeal genies they can call upon to retrieve spell information during their daily preparations, giving them access to a spell they would not normally have access to, even from outside their normal spell list or casting tradition. However, the unfamiliarity of these spells means they require greater magical energy to cast, less so if it was a spell that they could theoretically have learned on their own.

Their reputation with genies also bolsters them when they summon or call genies, making summons last longer and it easier to bargain with them.

They also gain a ward against an elemental damage type from their study of the elements.

Powerful daivrats earn the service of a lesser zhyen genie, which serves as their familiar.

The most powerful of these mages become so infused with elemental energies that they become partially genie-like themselves, gaining elemental resistances and a tougher body.

If you want to play a mage that works with genies, but really don’t want to deal with the controlling aspects of being a genie binder, this prestige class may be for you. Gaining buffs to the DCs of your favorite element, as well as being able to get an extra spell from any source each day is fun, as is the elemental resistances. However, the core of the class is in the buffs they gain to diplomacy and negotiation with genies, so only consider this prestige class if you know the game will have lots of opportunities to interact with them. Additionally, consider how different classes interact here. Divine casters might be even friendlier with genies due to having planar ally instead of planar binding, while a more martial caster might use the class to add spells beyond their combat-focused list to their arsenal each day, as well as fight alongside genies and elementals directly. Also, if you’re not also diving into the genie binder, consider picking up the summon genie spells from People of the Sands.

The flavor of this prestige class implies that the character is at least on good terms with genies, and that lends itself to a lot of good story beats like genies, including efreeti, asking the character for aid. As a GM, you should consider how to fit such things into the story, and also when they would be disruptive to the plot you are trying to tell.

Ever since learning of the existence of planes beyond the material and fey realms, Kersta of Bloomwood has been eager to learn as much about these new friends as possible, which led to her studying conjuration magic and later the art of befriending elementals and genies. For their part, most genies are amused by the flighty and adorable gathlain, and are usually willing to aid her.

One normally doesn’t think of genies when thinking of Bolgara Marsh, but rumor has it that it was once host to great elemental power. Finding these sunken ruins won’t be easy, but if the native vodyanoy are treated respectfully, they might be convinced to show the way. Supposedly, the ruins might hold secrets regarding the lost elemental planes of metal, wood, and possibly even stranger elements as well.

A grand theft of the Sultan’s vault has the court up in arms, for the stolen treasure contained a bound efreet malik. Whatever the plans the thief has will surely pale in comparison to the revenge the powerful genie would wreck if set free. As such, the royal mages are of two minds about the whole thing. The binders naturally want to recapture and renew the wards on the genie to control him anew, while the daivrats naturally wish to try and placate the fire spirit and set him free to his long-neglected home on the elemental maelstrom.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Qadira, Jewel of the East - Mouthpiece by Eric Kenji Aoyagi

[chaoticallycosmic]

Closed starter for @writermuses

If there was one thing that made Thatcher proud, it was his ability to persuade people. In this case, though, he was beyond happy that he had convinced Qadira to stay with him at his very secure home while they figured out how to deal with the stalker she had. It worried him. That some psycho was out there just waiting to make her life miserable, who knew what else they were capable of. He didn't want to even entertain those thoughts. Thinking about what a deranged person could do to her made the historian shiver. So, instead, he focused on making sure his home was a comfortable place for her. That began with making her breakfast, as he had been doing since she arrived. Hearing footsteps, he smiled. "Breakfast will be ready and I have coffee ready for you," he pointed toward the coffee bar with a spatula before turning around to face her. "How did you sleep?"

[chaotick-musings]

"I am self-aware enough to know that I'm not exactly the easiest to deal with. So I'm surprised your wife gave you permission to play with me."

"One, I am not sure self-aware is a word I'd use to describe you, and two it was surpringly easy when I explained the benefits it'd come to the pit at large, aka, stop you from making a mess in our business"

He shrugs and smirks.

"Besides, neither of us have ever prohibited the other from 'playing' with other people, I am confident that if something goes wrong endless teasing would ensue"

[golariontoday]

Batul al-Alim https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Batul_al-Alim_(holiday) Celebrated on the last Oathday of Calistril, this day commemorates the birthday of the popular romantic poet.

[writermuses]

@chaoticallycosmic

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🖕roast me dear i wish to laugh

Send me 🖕 for my muse to verbally eviscerate your muse ═══ CANON VERSE ═══

"You claim to love all of your children and your husband and yet somehow I find it difficult to believe with how you throw yourself into the pit so willingly. I know you and Sett have too much confidence in yourselves to believe that anything could ever happen to you while in there but please Miss Qadira, you're far from unkillable. A bullet between your eyes is all it would take. Tell me, when you lost your mother did you weep? I know I did when I lost mine. What sort of parent puts their children in such a position to possibly lose one, or both, because of their own bloodlust? I think it would be far more appropriate for you to lessen the chance of your children having to bury you, Miss Qadira....And I to have to prepare your coffin."

[dujour13]

Knight-Commander Raqim Ag Adar

art by the wonderful @mooreaux! 💕

character summary below the cut, with some pwotr spoilers

If I Betray My Heart on AO3

The Dragonmarked / Favored Son

Race | Human

Class(es) | Firewarden Ranger

Mythic Path | Angel -> Gold Dragon

Nationality | Rahadoumi

Ethnicity | Qadiran

Religion | Atheist

Gender | Cis straight man, he/him

Profession | Pure Legion scout

Sweetie | Seelah

Skills | Knowledge: Nature, Knowledge: Arcana, Perception

Appearance | Dark olive skin; neat beard; long, thick, black hair usually wrapped in a tagelmust. Eyes so dark brown they’re almost black. He wears the white-and-gold light armor of the Pure Legion but in Avistan rapidly adopts a thick fur cloak.

Personality | Dutiful, responsible, compassionate, rational, gentle but also fierce. A do-the-right-thing kind of guy you can trust. A zealous Rahadoumi atheist and not above some arrogant eyebrow-raising, but this is because he has something to prove to himself. He can’t otherwise rationalize how he treated his father.

Polite but surprisingly warm with those he gets close to. Dry sense of humor—only his eyes laugh. He likes to party more than he lets on. Prone to smoldering temper. No patience for religion but in need of spiritual healing. As the Favored Son and a former refugee he hates being chosen, special, different. Desperate to fit in. He willingly, unquestioningly shoulders burdens placed on him. He has always carried so much. He is a man whose regrets eat him alive.

Arc | How can you forgive yourself when the people you hurt are gone, and you can’t fix what you broke?

Quotes | “You people are dogs. I will join you, as always.”

“Let no man be beholden to a god.”  - First Law of Kalim Onaku

“A Rahadoumi laughs at death—but it’s a shared laugh, not a defiant one.”

“We will find our way.”

“My brother died. I was young. I didn’t understand. I ate what I was given, not noticing he was given nothing. Do not blame my parents. They had a terrible choice: to watch both of us die slowly, or only one. I was chosen to live, and he to die. If I could find him again I would share my food and we would live or die together.”

Story |

Childhood – Born to a family of goatherds in the interior highlands of Qadira, as an infant Raqim was chosen as an offering to a dragon that lived in the mountains to the south. Most children offered to the dragon were never seen again, but every now and then, one was returned to his family bearing the mark of the dragon’s blessing—in Raqim’s case, bronze scales across his shoulders and back. This did not bring his family the luck they had hoped for, because drought and famine swept the region, and when Raqim was six, they were forced to flee across the desert and the sea. Raqim’s mother and brother perished on the voyage. His father heard talk of the prestigious schools of magic in Rahadoum and worked on board a ship in exchange for passage there, with the hope that his dragonmarked son could someday realize his full potential.

Upon arrival, Raqim’s father was forced to hide his Sarenrite faith and accept poorly paid laboring jobs, shoveling sand in Manaket, or later working in the tanneries outside Azir. In the meantime, Raqim went to Rahadoumi school and unlike his father rapidly assimilated, making friends and learning the language and customs.

His father, once his greatest hero—who had brought him across the desert, who knew everything about the sun, the wind and the beasts—now became dependent on him, an old, superstitious god-worshipping refugee Raqim had to help for everything. In his teen years the contempt he felt for his father grew into resentment.

Adulthood – At eighteen, Raqim began his apprenticeship, training as a ranger with the Pure Legion.

Seven years later, his company smoked out a Sarenrite enclave near Botosani. The Sarenrites refused to cede and were put to siege. Raqim’s captain used him as a threat, claiming he was a fire-sorcerer who would burn down their compound if they didn’t hand themselves over.

The Sarenrites panicked, rushing the Pure Legion scouts and killing two of Raqim’s best friends and comrades. Cornered and desperate, Raqim destroyed them with fire, incinerating the compound and killing all the remaining Sarenrites within. When it’s quiet he can still hear their screams. The last thing he remembers is being gutted by a Sarenrite scimitar.

Areelu’s Experiment –

The dragon Raqim was offered to as an infant was in fact under a geas to provide children for Areelu Vorlesh’s experiments. Most of the children perished, until she attempted to graft draconic essence into one of them in the hope it would help the child resist the extreme heat of the stitching process. It did. Raqim was returned to his family and kept under observation.

When he came of age, it was time for the next stage of the experiment. She made sure he would not recall his kidnapping or the horrific process of the graft, which also expanded the Worldwound. He was fourteen, like her child.

Ten years later, when as a scout with the Pure Legion he attacked a Sarenrite enclave and was almost killed, she whisked him away to her laboratory to revive him. She then kept him in stasis in the lab for seventy-seven years to continue work on the Nahyndrian power she hoped would stabilize the graft.

Until Targona, an angel Areelu had taken captive, succeeded in escaping, and freed Raqim into the Worldwound, urging him to save himself. Areelu recaptured Targona and punished her for this setback in her experiment; still, she noted that Raqim was not only alive and stable, but gifted at surviving on his own in the wilderness. She bade Suture leave his clothing and weapons for him, and then kept a close eye on him as he traveled to the banks of the Sellen and southward toward Mendev. The wound on his chest reached critical instability not long afterward, and she was forced to knock him out and drag him into Kenabres on a stretcher to be healed by the dragon, and then fetch him a dose of the N.

[himejoshikomaeda]

qadira and vilde alivegirls . because i need to increase , the decrease