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Grim Deed Part 10

2025-05-25T13:17:42Z

Thurid: Created page with "Where the sun does not shine; or within the Manor Umbergloom... After the party had 'defeated' the roiling oils, or rather, left them unhappily harassed by Culix's shadow, had discovered another large cavernous room with plenty of vegetation. Carver, with her extensive knowledge, easily identified the several species as the corpse devouring Crypt Flowers, Weedwhips and other unpleasant growths. Luckily, the most dangerous sort seemed to be deep in the pits, but the the..."

Where the sun does not shine; or within the Manor Umbergloom...

After the party had 'defeated' the roiling oils, or rather, left them unhappily harassed by Culix's shadow, had discovered another large cavernous room with plenty of vegetation. Carver, with her extensive knowledge, easily identified the several species as the corpse devouring Crypt Flowers, Weedwhips and other unpleasant growths. Luckily, the most dangerous sort seemed to be deep in the pits, but the the large bridge still had greenery over it. Across the distance, a room was just about visible; with looks like rack of wine bottles across the wall.

Returning where they came, was a corridor blocked by a very large pile of compost and other garbage that left but a small gap at the ceiling.

And now resuming the sickly story of the Grim Deed...

"We've completely taken burning this entire damn house to the ground off the table, right?" Skyler stares at the various foliage and vegetation with an expression of distaste, sword slung across his shoulder as he shakes his head. "I mean, sure, there's a payday to be had, but we didn't sign an guild contract so the penalties can't be *that* bad."

"Mostly off the table," Carver says as she looks down the long hallway of assorted devilish plants. That's a weeding that would be very difficult to complete. She crosses arms over her chest as she takes a moment to think over assorted options, tapping her foot.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "Right, I'm going to try sneaking across the plant bridge. I can double move 80' thanks to +10 speed from boots, and don't take a stealth penalty because fast stealth."

<OOC> Culix says, "I'll start sneaking from 22, -4 and should be able to make it to 23, 12"

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Roll for stealth!"

GAME: Culix rolls stealth+2+4: (4)+21+2+4: 31

GAME: Aelwyn rolls +4: (4)++4: 8

GAME: Aelwyn rolls +1: (13)++1: 14
</blockquote>

"Let's not burn down the basement while we may or may not be stuck in the basement, okay?" *Reithak sighed.* "We'll figure out what's going on here, I'm sure of it. Just gotta keep moving forward, however that might actually be."

"Never say never." Culix replies to Skyler and the others on the topic of burning the place down, and then, "Right, I'll sneak down the hall and see what all is at the end. If I shout, come help." she tells the others then and begins making her way towards it, pausing at the corner so she can peek out at the various plants there. And then she's a blur, dashing along the bridge towards the far side, keeping her eyes peeled and her head down as she moves without even a whisper of footsteps across the bridge over the pit of carnivorous plants. Her outline is still hazy from the spell she cast from her wand earlier, and in the dim light of the basement she moves like a shade flickering in candlelight.

Once she reaches the far side she ducks low and presses her back against the wall, checking back the way she came for any signs of aggression from the plants she flew past. Once she's certain she's not being pursued, she pauses to take a proper look into the room ahead and cants her head at an odd sight. She doesn't call back to the others for now, though, doesn't want to alert the hallway of angry foliage between herself and them.

A vague rumbling sound echoes in the basement once again. It could be the slimes being harassed by the shadows - it could be a gurgling sound somewhere down the corridor. Either way, it did not sound pleasant. The vines remain unbothered.

"I mean, obviously we'd all go outside. Maybe stop in the kitchen on the way out for some sausages to roast in the fire while we watch it all burn down." Skyler tells Reithak in an offended tone, before pausing and considering that. "Well. Maybe skip the kitchen. The way this place is, there's a lich in the ice box or an ancient dragon in the ovens."

But then Culix is racing forward and he adjusts his grip on his sword, laying the blade against his leather-clad arm as he prepares to sprint forward if necessary. And waits. And waits. And then relaxes, standing up straight.

"I think she made it. Do we wait, or next person try to run for it?" Skyler asks, looking from person to person.

"Do you particularly want to run across the poison-spitting flower tunnel?" Carver asks. "I am fine waiting to preserve my own strength." Which might be why she so cowardly fled from the slimes. "If you want, can enchant you so that nothing may grab hold."

Reithak says, “I think they got across just fine, but it really defeats the purpose if we go right on over and blow their cover." Reithak shrugged. "I don't like the sound of whatever's going on back their either, so, I don't know, give them a bit, and if they don't return, then we hazard getting eaten by plants?"”

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<OOC> Culix says, "I'll sidle up to the doorway and peek into the room properly."

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Roll perception!"

GAME: Culix rolls perception: (16)+14: 30

<OOC> Culix says, "Also, is there a relevant knowkill for the weird sack I saw? I have several."

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "K/Nature"

GAME: Culix rolls knowledge/nature: (13)+6: 19

<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty, I'm going to sneak back to the group."

<OOC> Aelwyn thummub!

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "You make it back no problem."
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Culix slinks along the wall to the doorway, and leans so that she can peek around it to the room inside. She spends a few scant moments glancing around, and then nods once. She moves back up to the corner of the solid wall, and then after a moment to plan her return route, dashes back across the verdant corridor, retracing her steps from before and just as quiet, she arrives back to the group stepping out of the shadows and moving close enough to speak softly. "Alright, there's more plant critters in the wine cellar at the end. Tsaaalgrends, I think. They're made of gas, so probably a pain in the ass to fight. Also seems like there might be a hidden door there, one of the wine racks, and used recently I think."

"To be fair, there's a lot of shit I don't wanna do that we've had to do in this damned house." Skyler says with a sigh, and perks up when Culix pops out of the shadows, putting his sword across his shoulder again. "Oh, hey! You made it back."

His cheerful expression falls when it's revealed what they're going to face, and he sighs, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them. "So what's the plan, then?" He asks, glancing from Culix to Reithak to Carver and back again. "To be honest, I haven't got the foggiest idea what we need to do."

"I do not suppose it would be the vampire using it." Carver reasons. Which means coulda been anything or anyone. "It does not seem that anything more has been discovered that way, so perhaps we continue on."

Reithak says, “It might be, it might not be, but if it's used recently and someone's dumping bodies into the plants potentially? Well, it makes sense for a vampire, at the very least." *Reithak mused.* "I say it's worth taking a look potentially, but I'll leave the final decision to the rest of you."”

Culix scratches her cheek and nods at Skyler, "I haven't known what's going on pretty much since we walked in through the front door." she admits. "Seems like this whole place is just a mess of dead ends. Everything we do leads to more questions and no answers." she adds then. "I mean, we saw the mimic go that way." she says and thumbs towards the pile of garbage. "But I'd put good money that we go that way and find a... I dunno... rats having a tea party or something. That way has a secret door." she thumbs back the way she just came from, "But we'd probably open it and find pile of talking odd socks. Any of you any good at detecting mojo? I got a decent eye for illusions, but that's about it. I'm halfway thinking this whole place is some kind of mind screw."

"I can commune with the plants and nature, seeking out certain truths from around us." Carver says. "Even underground. There is enough 'life' here that the spell should work."

"I can rub my belly while I pat my head, but that's about the extent of my mystical talents." Skyler tells Culix seriously, nodding along with the Gobbo's description of what they'll probably find. He then snaps and points to Carver. "There we go! Carver, go ask the evil cannibalistic plants if they saw the mimic run through with the damn deed." Beat. "Well. Carnivorous not cannibalistic. Cannibal plants would be if they ate salads not us."

"Well I mean, we could ask them, but do we really want them to be aware of our desire to potentially pass through? I feel like if we tried to come to an agreement to pass, they'll just lie and tell us whatever we want to hear to go through." *Reithak sighed.* "Could learn something, could not."

Culix points to Reithak with a slow nod of her head. "Story of this whole job right there." she says, agreeing with her last statement. "Well, I figure going checking out the secret door is faster but more dangerous. Digging out the sludge pile will be slower but safer." she says, and then looks back towards the room they came in through. "My shadow should still be dealing with those slimes. So I say we dig through the sludge, so we have a way out if things go tits up." she suggests.

Carver will do just that! She will commune with the corpse eating flowers, seeking their wisdom. A small blanket is spread out and incense lit. She kneels there at the entrance, just in 'sight' of the corpse flower and lets the smoke waft over to them. "Go ahead and begin, we should be able to manage both."

So with that resolved, she waits for the enchantment to take hold.

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver casts Speak With Plants. Caster Level: 13 DC: 16
</blockquote>

"... do we need to leave someone to guard Carver?" Skyler asks the other two, brow furrowing, "I mean, in case the flowers get mad at her and attack?" He scratches his jaw, adding, "I mean, I dunno if plants lie, y'know? That seems more like a mammalian trait: milk producing breasts, live births, and lying." Beat. "Although Sith-Makar lie, and I don't think they have nipples. Or are they under little scale flaps?" Where's Aelwyn when you need him?! For science.

He gives himself a full body shake, dismissing that line of thought and says, "So we're going to dig through the cesspit while Carver asks the flowers nicely not to eat us, right?"

"Has a pale creature passed through your halls in recent times?" Carver asks, resting hands on her knees. "She might have seemed like smoke, or of gas, passing faintly with the smell of perfume in her wake."

Culix nods at Carver but she heads towards the sludge pile and considers Sky's words, "Well we're all pretty weedy here so I guess it doesn't matter who shovels and who guards." she says, and once more takes out her goblin army knife. It's availed itself extraordinarily this job, and this seems to be no exception as she manipulates its frankly arcane levers, and produces a fold out shovel from the device. "But I actually have a shovel." she adds with a brief smirk. Which fades when she realizes this means she's volunteered herself for shovelling muck. Well, no use balking now- she gets started on it. Better to do it now while Carver is distracting the plants anyhow.

"I'll keep an eye on things, then. I can't say I envy any of you, so if you need me to shovel, just say the word. I'll take care of it." *Reithak offers.* "Saying anything of note, I hope?"

"Thank you for your service." Skyler tells Culix earnestly, and he cracks his knuckles as he moves to stand beside the goblin. He wiggles his fingers, and adds, "I'll loosen stuff up for you, push the sludge away while you dig."

He then mutters under his breath, and moves his hands in a vaguely pushing gesture as he summons up a mage hand that begins to push against the mountain of stuff.

When Carver settles down to commune with the not-so-holy plants, the rest of the party (or Culix) gets to work shovelling the dirt. It is not pleasant work. Most of it is refuse, compost from the kitchen - but beyond the meat and bones, she occasionally finds animal skulls, ribcages. Even dead rats; and naturally, all the living insects that were consuming it. It was not pleasant work. Thankfully, everything else was dead. And not moving. For now.

The bridge remained quiet - but not empty. A trio of floating gas filled sacs with tentacles and vines were slowly flying across the space. Moldy patches covered their exteriors, shaking off into the air, whilst the heavy pair of tentacle underneath them lazily swayed. These must be the tsaalgrends Culix was talking about.

"I will not replant you. I will take a seeding to find you a new home in exchanges for these secrets." Carver counters, still resting in the meditative posture. Her own green eyes flit briefly to the floating Tsaalgrends.

As they get closer, the spores that were constantly being expelled into the air between the floating gas / vine bladders were visible. It was near constantly puffs and tuffs of particles in the air; some were even thrown Carver's way. A large vine falls from a pillar and flops onto the bridge, but does nothing else.

Culix continues shifting the muck, huffing as she does so. If she wanted to do honest work like this, she never would have gotten into a life of crime. But all the same, she continues toiling away. She does spare a glance towards Carver when she hears the thump of a vine dropping onto the bridge, but since the woman doesn't seem to be in immediate danger she carries on.

Reithak was watching the goblin shovel, and watching Carver speaking to the plants. Also, the strange things that were floating closer by the moment. "I think that all that shoveling is going to need to take a back seat, real soon." The egalrin mused, drawing out their weapon.

The Swashbuckler continues to assist Culix, pushing at the mound she digs with the mage hand he's summoned with his gloves. It isn't much, but every little bit helps, right? And there's only one shovel and Culix is stronger than him...

Skyler turns when Reithak warns them about the approaching spores, and he drops the mage hand to re-draw his sword, moving to stand beside them. "Yeah. Looks like it." He frowns, and considers. "Could you... I dunno, use your wings to flap the spores away? It sounds like Carver's making good progress! That or she'll gotten distracted and is getting some cuttings for her garden at home."

The pile doesn't seem to get any smaller any time soon, but at least the top is starting to get nearer. Soil starts to be unearthed from underneath the _worst_ of it, but so did rocks and more bones. Those looked like proper animal bones now.

"Not good enough." Carver says simply. "I will take a seedling to a new home. Dark. Moist. Away where you can grow wild and free." She could be nervous about the other predatory fungi, but at this point she's more or less committed to it regardless.

Culix curses and then plunges the shovel into the muck and draws her dagger, moving back towards Carver with Skyler so that she can help if it does come to blows. "Got a flint and steel in that thing too. Just saying." she asides to Skyler as she eyeballs the approaching fungal sacks.

"Yeah, no, that crap definitely doesn't look particularly healthy to breathe." Reithak grumbled, taking a hop over to where Carver was, wings outstretched, and flapping quickly, sending the air hopefully in the opposite direction, away from the group, spores alongside it.

The wind from Reithak sends the spores floating backwards - and this causes the floating balls of vines and gas like sacs to bumble unto each other. But they do not seem to react otherwise. Just continue to puff and huff the spores in each others' general direction. Not so much towards Reithak and Carver. Rude.

Carver tilts her head, even as wind from Reithak's wings brush through her furs. Still perfectly serene. "Go on then. Your secrets."

"Huh." Skyler lifts his hat with the little scrap of black netting to run a hand through his hair as he watches Reithak flap away, "What do you know.. It worked." He shakes his head in surprise, and turns to Culix, "Do you think we should interrupt Carver, or just continue to see what happens?"

kept flapping their wings from behind Carver while Culix kept digging. It wasn't overly strenuous, but she didn't wish to rile up the plants any more than necessary, just in case.

The gas like sacs slowly float against each other and bump lightly. Spores continue to explode from their bodies at each other in agitation - but then it stops. Slowly they drift apart, their vines swaying slowly. Two mold like patches on their bodies seemed to be 'staring' at the party.

Carver nods and rises to her feet, "It would seem that even the plants are exhausted of feeling trapped here. The butler no longer quite feeds the plants like he once did, it would seem. I believe that the vampire is now across the bridge waiting in ambush."

Culix grins at that bit of news and then she nods once, feeling for the makeshift stake she crafted from a chair leg earlier. "Great." she says. "My favorite kinda ambushes are the ones I know about. Makes it easier to ruin them." she says then, "Will the plants let us pass, you reckon?" she asks Carver as she prepares to head across the bridge and go confront that vampire.

"Perhaps..." Carver says, "They also said Graves was Passed, now buried." That last part seems to puzzle her.

"We also got the floating blobsters to deal with." Skyler reminds the group, frowning as he cocks his head first one way and then the next, "Although... We could always turn them into bombs. Shove'm towards where the bitch is waiting to ambush us and then light them up." He mimes an explosion with his fists, "Booooom!" And then uses two fingers to mime people walking, "Rawr!" And he jumps his other hand with the walking fingers, before slicing them across his neck to indicate death.

"I think we have to deal with them, I'm not going to be able to keep them away forever." Reithak grumpbled, seeing the floating things hone in on them. "Yeah, yeah, I think they see us. Better to fight them here, you think?"

Culix brings a palm to her forehead then, "You know what, should have seen that coming." she says to Carver. "I mean, he's called *graves* how can it be any more obvious?" she says. "He's some kinda thinking zombie. Maybe a vampire too, but I didn't get that vibe." she says then. "He probably wants the deed, and the arcanists or whoever- I don't even remember at this point- want the property because he's dead and heirless. Don't think the law has provisions for people keeping their shite after they come back from death, 'least not unless you come back all the way." she says then. She eyes the floating sacks, "Wish I hadn't blown my shadow gale earlier. Could probably have pushed them back to the wine cellar with it. Well here's hoping the other plants don't mind us scrapping with the mouldy triplets. Plants don't like mould, right? Or are they kinda cousins? I get mixed up." she yaps.

"I think they will let us pass, if we give them freedom after." Carver says. "Them and the corpse lotus both desire it, and think we can provide it for them." Then again, they might just change their mind without warning.

"The lotus though struck me as... more likely to just eat us," Carver says. "They focused not on what was offered but food and hunger."

The sacs continue to be knocked about by the wind and they continue 'staring' passively. The threats of murder, being set on fire, being fed to the flowers and so on, did not seem to register to them at all.

"Well, we should probably make a run for it before they change their mind." Skyler glances around the group, "I mean, the more we wait, the more likely we are to have shit go pear shape." He glances around, "Maybe we charge the sacs, push them into the wine cellar and follow up by setting them on fire once the plants are safe?" That last is said a little more loudly, as if he wants to make sure the plants can hear him say he's going to be careful of them.

"The sacks are the one who offered the secrets," Carver clarifies. "I think... of the two, they might be the only one worth saving."

"Ohhhh... wait they do count as plants?" She asks Carver. She looks at the sacks. She looks back at carver. And then she just shrugs, "This is why I stay in the city." she says. "Alright, so stay on the bridge away from the hungry hungry flowers down below, go stab that vamp some. Let's get to it, my dagger hand is itchin'" she says, and starts to cross the bridge hoping that Carver's negotiations won't end up with her strung up by vines. Once in a lifetime is one time too many.

"Mhm," Carver says. "They also said fire would quell the corpse lotus, the flowers below, long enough for us to maybe get across. So that should be a delight for at least one of those of us here."

The airborne plants - transluscent bladders filled with gas, covered in vines and mold - continue to drift apart as the adventurer's talk. One of the vines retract from the bridge; but another slowly slides into their place. If anyone could speak plant, it seemed like it was the kind of bored looking gesture.

Indeed it is! And Skyler perks up, grinning broadly and from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once he's suddenly got a vial in his hand of something red, faintly glowing, and liquid. "Did you say fire?"

"Did they say fire like, setting them on fire, or just using a torch near them?" Reithak wondered, sparing Skyler a glance as she resettled her wings again. "You know, before we start burning this place down?"

Carver shrugs is a nihilistic gesture. What does it all matter anyway?

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|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
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===February===
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|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
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|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
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|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
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|February 20, 2025
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|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
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|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
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|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 24, 2025
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|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
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|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
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|March 3, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|March 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 18)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 7, 2025
|[[Crystal Tower]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 5]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 9, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: Masquerade Mayhem]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]] DM: [[Jarik]] & [[Skyler]]
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|[[Crystal Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 10, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Cashew by Cashew]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 19)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 13, 2025
|[[Dance of the Watchlings]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Carver]], [[Skyler]], [[Simony]]
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|March 15, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 6]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 6]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 18, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 20)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 19, 2025
|[[The Sickle's Edge]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
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|March 20, 2025
|[[Fluffy the Fey]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]] GM: [[Telamon]]
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|March 21, 2025
|[[A Lost Fey Puppy]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 23, 2025
|[[Of Staves and Stones]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Crystal Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 7]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 24, 2025
|[[Archmage Asking]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Murder]], Riptide (as Faphinae), GM: Aftershock
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|March 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 21)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 29, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 7]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 30, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 8]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 31, 2025
|[[Red Matrimony]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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===April===
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|April 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 22)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 3, 2025
|[[Inspector Fritzgilbert and the Ploughing Goat]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Zigrun]]
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|April 4, 2025
|[[The Golden Songbird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], GM: Aftershock
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|April 6, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 9]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|April 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 23)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 9, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Haggerty]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|April 11, 2025
|[[Four Floozies]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]], [[Rocky]]
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|April 13, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 10]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Nary for Nereid]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]] GM: Riptide
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|April 14, 2025
|[[Running Up That Hill]]
|[[Aragos]] GM: Riptide
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|[[Bring a Little Fae]]
|[[Atrid]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
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|April 15, 2025
|[[A Grove Pit Stop]]
|[[Slixvah]] [[Atrid]]
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|[[Homegrown Confessional]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Carver]]
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|April 19, 2025
|[[Neva Gonna Give You Up]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]] GM: Whirlpool
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|[[Grim Deed Part 8]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Reithak]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|April 20, 2025
|[[The Dukes Knight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Rhar]], [[Thurid]] GM: Riptide
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|April 22, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 24)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 23, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|April 27, 2025
|[[Faeology 101]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|April 29, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 25)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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===May===
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|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
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|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
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|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
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|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
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|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
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|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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[[Category:Logs]]

Cleiuin's Confession

2025-05-04T20:42:55Z

Thurid: Created page with "The Temple of Gilead, afternoon. The Temple of Gilead is a place of rest and kindness for animal and person alike. Farmers often come to the Temple with their injured livestock, shepherd dogs, and barn cats, and today, as Thurid walks in, there's a farmer holding a long-haired tortoiseshell cat, who is purring away in his arms as a cleric of Gilead pets the cat. It's a sight that makes one smile. The cleric of Gilead, after seeing the cat (and cat attendant) off, leads..."

The Temple of Gilead, afternoon.

The Temple of Gilead is a place of rest and kindness for animal and person alike. Farmers often come to the Temple with their injured livestock, shepherd dogs, and barn cats, and today, as Thurid walks in, there's a farmer holding a long-haired tortoiseshell cat, who is purring away in his arms as a cleric of Gilead pets the cat. It's a sight that makes one smile.

The cleric of Gilead, after seeing the cat (and cat attendant) off, leads Thurid into the Temple, where the quarters can be found for clerics, clerics-in-training, and visitors. Cleiuin is, for the moment, a visitor, and when Thurid comes to her door and is let in, the violet-eyed woman with a feather mark on her cheek looks a little bit healthier. "Good afternoon," Cleiuin says. She's wearing some borrowed clerical robes, but her armor, sword, bow, and quiver are hanging from the walls.

Thurid herself is wearing the rough brown cassock of Angorite's faithful- no gleaming golden mail beneath it today, nor any bold icons of faith- though she does have her holy symbol dangling from an iron chain about her neck. She offers a broad smile at those she passes on the way in- she doesn't often have cause to visit this temple. It's not that she has anything against animals or Gilead's faithful- only that her devotion lies elsewhere. Even so, she pauses to offer a nod to the Cleric, and thank them for allowing her to have this meeting here, then follows along to Cleiuin's room. She offers the woman a smile and a dip of her head. "Good afternoon to you as well. You are looking better." she says right away. She does cast her glance towards the armaments up on the wall, and nods to herself but doesn't comment on them. "Might I come in?" she asks.

"Of course," Cleiuin says, and she backs into the small room, sitting down at a very small table that's clearly supposed to be a desk. There's a second chair awkwardly placed next to it. There's pieces of parchment that have letters clumsily written onto it. "Don't mind the clutter. One of the clerics here has been teaching me how to read and write. I could write my own name before, but it looked horrible."

She takes a seat and says, "I've been helping the clerics here and there with the animals that come in. I'm not a healer... but I'm trying." There's somewhat of an awkward expression on Cleiuin's face. "What brings you by?"

Thurid smiles and shakes her head at the apologies for the clutter. "I grew up somewhere much like this, I remember learning my letters in much the same way. Though I was a real handful, always dodging the sisters to go climbing trees or swimming." she says as she points towards the scattered notes. She glances about, and decides to settle- carefully- into the second chair. It creaks, but doesn't collapse under her. "It's good- that's good, that you're making amends." she says to the other woman. "It's an important part of healing, I think." she adds.

She pauses for a moment before she answers the question, "Well, I wanted to talk." she says, and then shrugs. "Or maybe give you the chance to talk. Maybe a bit of both." she says and offers another smile- she's aiming for reassuring. "I've found... that another thing that can help with healing, is to speak about what went wrong. I know you gave us something of an explanation on the way back from Isobar but..." she rubs the back of her neck as she considers her words. "Well, what I'm trying to say is- if you want to unburden yourself, I've broad shoulders. I'm not here to offer forgiveness- it's not my place, you've not wronged me and you are already working towards it, here. But nor shall I offer judgement. Simply an ear, and perhaps advice."

Cleiuin pauses in consideration, looking at Thurid for a long moment. She seems to chew on her bottom lip as she does so, maybe a habit learned from having to physically restrain herself from talking before she thinks things through. The life of an orphan can be an unkind thing. "I'd appreciate that," she says finally, and then her eyes gesture over to the bed in the corner of her small room. "Mind if I lay down in bed? I think it might work better if I'm... staring at the ceiling and not at someone else. If that makes any sense."

Thurid gestures over to the bed. "Of course, whatever makes you comfortable." she says, and waits as Cleiuin gets herself settled. "Whenever you're ready you can start talking about... whatever you like, really. Anything you want to get off your chest. It doesn't matter if you feel like it's major or minor- if it's weighing on you, it's weighing on you, and that's what matters." she tells her as she shuffles a little bit closer- just enough that they can speak softly and still hear one another.

"My own god, Angoron, teaches that we should grow stronger, but also we should help to bear the burdens of those who struggle. You may grow stronger by bearing them, perhaps, but if they are too heavy they will crush you before you have the chance. So there is nothing wrong with accepting a helping hand." she explains, and then settles back quiet, to let Cleiuin begin in her own time.

Cleiuin nods to Thurid's words. "I think you're probably right, even if I've never been one to closely follow any of the gods." She walks over to her bed and lies down on it, staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments of breathing, she finally begins.

"All my life, I just wanted someone to love me." Cleiuin says this, and her voice shakes on the last two words. "I used to see the knights who would take me in as a squire as sort of a replacement parent. They would take care of me, but they'd put me aside after a while. I made the mistake of calling the last one I served 'Father', right after he'd told me how he lost his daughter in an accident, because I thought... You know, maybe we were family. But the next morning, he ordered me out of his service."

She takes a shaky breath as she goes on. "I became an adult after that, but I was still lost and alone. The Rook found me then. He offered to become my family, and I leapt at the chance. But he tried to get me to participate in his... really disgusting games. He liked destroying couples and families and eating the corpses. He had me watch once..."

Cleiuin goes silent. "Sorry," she says, trying to gather herself.

Thurid remains quiet as Cleiuin speaks, elbows on her knees as she listens and allows the other woman to speak without interruption. When Cleiuin pauses, Thurid waits- not pushing her to continue. Eventually, though, she does shake her head. "There's no need to be sorry, take as much time as you need." she explains then, "And you don't need to go into detail, if it is too painful. If it will help you, though, I promise I am not squeamish." she adds.

"And, know this- I cannot blame you for falling under a creature like the Rook's influence. It would be hubris to assume oneself immune to such manipulation- as I myself learned." she offers, but doesn't continue- she's lending her ear.

"It happened to you?" Cleiuin asks with a surprised glance, turning her head to look back in the direction of Thurid. Those violet eyes are utterly surprised. "I mean... You're a cleric of Angoron. It kind of feels like you're... invincible, almost? But that's not realistic. People are still people." And even stories abound of the gods getting into mischief, like Tarien's many pranks on his siblings and parents.

Thurid nods her head then, and she leans back into her seat a bit. "It did. It was only brief, but I was seduced by a fiend." she tells Cleiuin then and rubs the back of her neck again. "She turned me against my friends and allies. I was prepared to kill them, or to die in the attempt. And in that moment, I relished the thought." she admits then. "My friends brought me back, though, and I thank Angoron that they did so before I brought them harm. I was fortunate- and you were not, and that is unfair." she says frankly and openly. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be invincible. Life is about overcoming challenges, and if there are no challenges to overcome, then it seems to me life would be poorer for it." She explains.

Cleiuin sits with that thought for a moment, looking at Thurid before she shifts to look back up at the ceiling. "That's a different perspective," she admits. "It feels like I've spent so long of my life wanting what other people had--or so it seemed--that I'd do anything to _not_ have obstacles in my life. Yet I can't deny that I've become physically strong because of my circumstances... And the horrible things I've witnessed, and the horrible things I've done."

She takes in a breath. "The clerics keep saying there's not really any way to bring back all the animals I killed in my mad attempt to get the Rook to notice me. I've already done the damage to the ecosystem. Some have had months to adjust, and new predators might have set up camp. Those owlbears I've killed might have a nest already with more babies. It's hard to live with the thought that I've done so much damage out of my own... selfishness. Because it is selfish. To want a family. At least... it is for me. Other people get them, but... I don't."

Thurid smiles a bit wanly, "Perhaps I can only say that because I have overcome them. It's a different perspective, yes, but I'm a different person. I don't expect everyone to feel the same way. Everyone follows their own path through life." She glances up towards the armaments on the wall. "I saw you've kept your arms, is that a new sword or did you have it reforged?" She wonders, but then continues. "That's good, I think. Weapons can be used to protect as well as to destroy." and then she falls quiet as Cleiuin continues.

She shakes her head then, and closes her eyes. "No, it's never selfish to want such a thing." she says then, and reaches out to touch Cleiuin on the shoulder, if she allows it. "You are right, the damage is done. It can't be undone, this much is true as well." she says then. "But your desire for a family? That was not selfish, is not selfish. And is not beyond your reach. At least, it doesn't need to be. I... think, you should perhaps visit the guild here in the city. Meet with some of the other adventurers. You will see, I think, that all manner of people can call one another family. Blood and circumstance matter little when it comes to forging true bonds."

"It's a new sword," Cleiuin admits. "I gave the old shattered sword to a blacksmith and bought a new one off of him. I didn't want to use something that I'd used to... kill so many animals. Maybe one day, I'll try and become a knight for someone else again--because it's all I know how to do--so that's why I kept my armor."

She looks up at Thurid touching her shoulder, allowing the Angorite to touch her there. "There's Auranar," she says gently. "She said it was possible we were cousins. Maybe I should... reach out to her. It's just hard because... What if I'm inserting myself into a family that's perfectly fine without me? What if I ruin everything by just being there? I know that's not rational to think, but it's just the kind of life I've lived."

Thurid nods her head then, she doesn't comment further on the sword. "You could, you could." she agrees with becoming a knight again. "Or you could offer your services to the rangers up north, to defend against poachers and the like. Or you could continue your service here. There's many things you could do." she offers. "From what I know of that family, I'm sure they'd welcome you." she says. "I can't be sure you wouldn't make waves, change always comes with disruption, but not all disruption is bad." she offers.

"I could introduce you to where I grew up, too, if you would like. My mother is still a sister there- an Althean cloister outside of the city. Between you and me, I found it much too boring- which is why I wandered off in tow of an itinerant Angorite Warrior." she says, offering a small smile with her mild attempt at humor. "But they're good people. I find, on balance, most are- even if sometimes it needs to be dragged out of them." she settles back into her chair again, which complains, again. "But- like I said, there's no need to make any decisions right now."

Cleiuin laughs a little, but she's smiling at Thurid. "I can see it," she says. "Your family being Althean that is. You have the same caring nature. There's an Althean cleric who visits a cleric here on lunch breaks; they're probably going to be engaged to marry soon. The Althean is a nice man. He's sat with me from time to time."

She sits up in her bed, hanging off the edge as she says, "I'll think about it. Really. That's another part I'm still getting used to... All of the options available to me." Cleiuin smiles at Thurid again. "It feels like I've been trapped for so long. But you and your allies have given me a second chance, and... the world is a wide and open place."

Thurid smiles back, more broadly to see a smile on Cleiuin's face. "The world is vaster than I can even imagine. That's why I like to travel." she says to the other woman. "But when I'm not travelling, if you ever wish to talk- come and find me. I'm told I'm easy to find, but if you have trouble then the colosseum, pubs or Angorite temples are often safe bets." she offers. "Now, I hope you'll bear in mind the things we've talked about today. I know there will be times when the weight of guilt feels heavier, and other times it seems as though you can bear it. But as I said when we begun- it's not weakness to ask for help. It can be a difficult thing, and it often takes more strength to ask for aid than to offer it. And I'm not the only one who will offer it should you ask. When you are feeling up to it, I really do think visiting Auranar and her family would be a good idea. And exploring the city as a whole."

Cleiuin nods a little, smiling still to Thurid's words. She's about to say something, but then a knock comes at the door. "Come in," she says.

The door opens to permit a gnomish cleric of Gilead, who smiles brightly at Cleiuin. "Hey Cleo. It's your turn down in the kitchens--oh hey, a visitor!" she exclaims happily. "Is this a friend of yours?"

Cleiuin looks over at Thurid for just a moment, but then she nods. "Yeah," she says. "Meet Thurid. She saved my life. She's the reason I'm here." And her smile widens all the more on that sentiment. "I guess I gotta go, but it was good seeing you, Thurid."

Thurid stands as someone arrives, and her smile broadens further at being called a friend, and she nods her head at the introductions. "I hear you've been taking good care of my friend since she arrived." she offers the Gnomish cleric. She turns back to Cleiuin, "It was good seeing you, as well, Cleiuin. Come find me any time you want to talk." she says it again- but it's worth repeating. And then she moves to head out and leave her to her duties.

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|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
|-
|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
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|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
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|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|}

===March===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|March 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 5]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|March 3, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|March 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 18)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|March 7, 2025
|[[Crystal Tower]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 5]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
|-
|March 9, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: Masquerade Mayhem]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]] DM: [[Jarik]] & [[Skyler]]
|-
|
|[[Crystal Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|March 10, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Cashew by Cashew]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 19)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|March 13, 2025
|[[Dance of the Watchlings]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Carver]], [[Skyler]], [[Simony]]
|-
|March 15, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 6]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
|-
|March 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 6]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|March 18, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 20)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|March 19, 2025
|[[The Sickle's Edge]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|March 20, 2025
|[[Fluffy the Fey]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]] GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 21, 2025
|[[A Lost Fey Puppy]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 23, 2025
|[[Of Staves and Stones]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Crystal Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 7]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|March 24, 2025
|[[Archmage Asking]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Murder]], Riptide (as Faphinae), GM: Aftershock
|-
|March 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 21)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|March 29, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 7]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
|-
|March 30, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 8]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|March 31, 2025
|[[Red Matrimony]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 22)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|April 3, 2025
|[[Inspector Fritzgilbert and the Ploughing Goat]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Zigrun]]
|-
|April 4, 2025
|[[The Golden Songbird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|April 6, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 9]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|April 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 23)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|April 9, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Haggerty]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|April 11, 2025
|[[Four Floozies]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|April 13, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 10]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Nary for Nereid]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]] GM: Riptide
|-
|April 14, 2025
|[[Running Up That Hill]]
|[[Aragos]] GM: Riptide
|-
|
|[[Bring a Little Fae]]
|[[Atrid]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|April 15, 2025
|[[A Grove Pit Stop]]
|[[Slixvah]] [[Atrid]]
|-
|
|[[Homegrown Confessional]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Carver]]
|-
|April 19, 2025
|[[Neva Gonna Give You Up]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]] GM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[Grim Deed Part 8]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Reithak]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|April 20, 2025
|[[The Dukes Knight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Rhar]], [[Thurid]] GM: Riptide
|-
|April 22, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 24)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|April 23, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|April 27, 2025
|[[Faeology 101]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 29, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 25)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
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|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

Grim Deed Part 8

2025-04-21T18:39:22Z

Thurid: Created page with "In yet another installment of Manor of Umbergloom... The hunt for the vampire known as Lady Blythe has borne fruit - to an extent. Reithak managed to discover floor plans for the manor in the office, whilst Carver used her keen ranger senses to find the perfume trail of the vampire. She was close by. Just beyond the solid wall. But the Butler was very little help - especially due to being entangled by Skyler - and Culix could only do so much against the thick walls..."

In yet another installment of Manor of Umbergloom...

The hunt for the vampire known as Lady Blythe has borne fruit - to an extent. Reithak managed to discover floor plans for the manor in the office, whilst Carver used her keen ranger senses to find the perfume trail of the vampire.

She was close by. Just beyond the solid wall.

But the Butler was very little help - especially due to being entangled by Skyler - and Culix could only do so much against the thick walls of the manor. It was built on old money after all; invest in quality construction!

Culix sighs and shakes her head, "I'm not finding any hidden passages. We could go try our luck with the alchemists fire blobs." she says and then after a long pause, she frowns, and scratches her cheek. "Or... well... there is something I could try." she says then, and looks away awkwardly. "Just... promise you won't freak out?" she asks the collected group of adventurers, but Carver with her particularly pronounced hate for the undead gets a longer glance.

She closes her eyes for a moment, and then clenches her hand- hard enough that her pointy goblin nails bite into her palm, and she holds the hand out, allowing a few drops of blood to fall into her own shadow- rather than just staining the carpet underneath, her shadow ripples like the surface of still water disturbed by the drops of blood. It stretches and elongates, before splitting off into a second shadow painted across the floor, but without a body accompanying it. "Can you get through this wall?" she asks the shade.

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver rolls Will: (19)+10: 29
</blockquote>

Carver watches as Culix requests patience, lifting an eyebrow when the gaze lingers on her. She steps away from the wall to observe, bow still in hand. Her expression is placid up to roughly the carpet staining, tight around the eyes as the shadow. When it peels away from Culix and finds unholy life of its own, her breath hisses out.

She forces back the disquieting voice that demands to kill without question, but the quiet from the ranger is now painfully tense.

"It takes a lot to freak me out." Skyler promises solemnly to the gobber, with that artfully thoughtless grin that he's all but got trade marked, "Worse comes to worse, we can always go steal one of those slimes and use it to blow the wall up!"

He then watches with utter fascination as Culix bleeds out a shadow-baby, eyes wide and glittering with interest. "Oh that's *cool*." He enthuses, grin widening broadly, and adds on top of Culix's request a polite, "Please?"

Quietly waited for the others to investigate said wall. After al, she was the back up if they couldn't destroy it, anyways. The egalrin crossed her arms, watching everything curiously. "Nah, that stuff isn't that weird. Hope we can actually get through, though."

The shade responds to Culix in a discordant, hissing chorus of unintelligible whispers. It sounds enough like speech to be recognized as such, but in no language that has ever graced living tongues. Culix cants her head, though, understanding, and nods. "Just a peek then. Look out for doors, windows- any way we might get in, and a vampire. Stay hidden, and come right back, don't fight." she instructs the shade. Its hissing, whispering acknowledgement follows, and it slithers along the ground and to the wall in question before it begins to slip through.

She turns towards Carver again, and assures her; "It's safe. It... I didn't make it, I brought it here from the plane of shadow, and its bound to me. And it can't make more." assuming she knows at least a little about Shades.

<blockquote>
GAME: Culix rolls 12: (19)+12: 31

<OOC> Culix says, "Shade's stealth"

GAME: Culix rolls 8: (12)+8: 20

<OOC> Culix says, "Shade's Perception"

GAME: Aelwyn rolls 21: (10)+21: 31
</blockquote>

"No comfort." Carver says. "If they can find an entrance, we can try to use it. I am also fine with simply adapting the tools we have to make one." Explosive ooze charge plan sounds like a comfortable solution to her, and likely more efficient than turning the wall into food. "Though risk burning down the entire house if we do."

The talk of shades just goes right over Skyler's head, eyes glazing over slightly before he blinks rapidly, dismissing the attempt at figuring out what exactly Culix is talking about before his brain roasts from the attempted overclocking of his brain. "Will you know if it dies?" He asks, brow furrowing as he expresses what thoughts he was able to generate, "Like if the vampire decides to eat it?" Beat. "Does it even have blood?"

"Well, maybe there's an entrance, maybe not. I'm a bit worried if we take a bit too big of a detour, that bloodsuckers just going to have flown the coop, so to speak." *Reithak shrugs.* "I'm for whatever gets us in the quickest, within reason, 'course."

"Or- well, maybe I did make it. But it's not made out of someone, at least, not someone else. Just... shadow stuff, and and a little bit of me." she adds to Carver, and then to Skyler she frowns "Oh I'll know." A few moments later the shade emerges once more, and slithers its way back over to Culix, slipping back into her shadow. It whispers to her once more and she curses. "She's in there alright, there's windows on the far side, and there's a way in from above. Attic I guess? And my shadow thinks she spotted it. She waved."

"Deathless can scale the outside walls, with very little difficulty." Carver says. "If the windows are large enough. An' she won't willingly leave her coffin. They are special to a vampire, they are not simply just expensive cuts of wood but tied to their beings. Losing one is at great cost and it is unlikely she would have another nearby. More likely, this room is a defensible and perhaps even trapped against living creatures."

Carver has partially disconnected.

"So are we going to scale the walls? Or are we gunna tie a string to Deathless and let them pull us up the wall into the window?" Skyler asks brightly, and adds to the shadow-creature, "Thanks, Creepy Shadow Culix!" He glances around, and frowns. "Do we want to go nab one of those napalm elementals?"

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver casts Perceive Cues. Caster Level: 13 DC: 15
</blockquote>

"Let's not burn this place down to get to the vampire, as much as I really wouldn't mind that at all." Reithak sighs. "Sounds like we need to go through one of the windows, unless someone has a better idea."

Culix nods her head, "I could probably scale up to the window too." she says, "But... there's a proper way in, and I don't know if the windows are locked or anything, and she might just flee again through her hidey hole. If we can find our way around to the room that way, we at least know what's outside the window if she flees that way, and Deathless is already out there." she says, and then thumbs back towards the panel they looked behind to spot the ladder and the oozes. "Which means fire slimes."

"Let's not give her more time to prepare." Carver says, as they return to the slime room. Looks like they will be descending to the stinky murky depths! As she does, though, she mutters through an incantation and takes a deep breath from a vial that seems to be swirling with wind inside it.

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver casts Life Bubble. Caster Level: 13 DC: 16

<OOC> Culix says, "I'll try to wand myself before going in."

GAME: Culix rolls use magic device: (18)+13: 31

GAME: Culix used a Wand of Blur.

<OOC> Culix says, "20% concealment for 4 minutes"
</blockquote>

Happy enough to just go along for the ride, Skyler reaches into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief, tying it around his nose and mouth. He also reaches up to adjust the little veil on his spiffy hat he stole from the parlor, shielding his face behind the bit of lace and moves to join the rest.

"Guess that's the way the wind's blowing, then." *Reithak mused, following down along with the rest of the group. "Smell bothers you folks? It'll be fine, just focus on getting to the other end! Too important of a job to get bent out of shape from a few bad smells, I'd say."

The party makes their way back over the ladder leading downwards, with the completely innocuous dragon statue looming. The room way below is still dark; but those with special eyes can see that there are still black shapes still moving. The slimes are still waiting.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "I'll go first, keeping my special eyes peeled for traps, and being sneaky."

GAME: Culix rolls stealth+2+2: (18)+21+2+2: 43

GAME: Culix rolls perception+1: (8)+14+1: 23

GAME: Carver rolls stealth: (14)+27: 41

<OOC> Culix says, "+1 on perception is for traps, have improved darkvision."

<OOC> Skyler will go last? No darkvision

GAME: Aelwyn rolls -5: (13)++-5: 8

GAME: Carver casts Blessing of the Mole. Caster Level: 13 DC: 16

<OOC> Carver says, "Bam, now you do."
</blockquote>

Culix makes her way towards the ladder. She takes a slender carved rod of electrum out of one of her various belt pouches, and then with a flourish, she discharges a portion of the magic stored within it to blur her form, making her indistinct. She then pulls her hood up, and then slides down the ladder carefull not to make a sound as she gets towards the bottom- dismounting and taking a look around the dark tunnel, marking potential enemies and exits.

<blockquote>
GAME: Culix rolls 12: (18)+12: 30

<OOC> Culix says, "That's the shadows stealth, belatedly."
</blockquote>

Carver hands Skyler a small eyedropper, with a murky fluid. "The eyes." It's a poor explanation, but she is already focusing on the ladder to descend after Culix.

She touches down as quietly as the rogue and her shadow, frowning intently. The deed? Forgotten. She's looking for ways back up to hunt.

For a brief moment, Skyler is tempted to squirt the eyedropper onto his tongue. Sure, it's murky looking and probably smells disgusting and tastes worse, but... For once, the intrusive thoughts don't win and Skyler shrugs one shoulder at Carver, tilting his head back to drop a few drops in each eye before handing it back.

"I bet she has the deed." He says to no one in particular as they head down, "Gods know that'd be the way it works in this damn house."

To Reithak, he adds, "It isn't the *smell* as much as the taste, y'know? Like when you fart and you can taste it in the air."

Reithak took up the rear, and was doing a very good job of pretending to be perfectly fine in the darkness. It helped to have good eyesight to begin with, but that only got one so far.

"So keep your mouth real closed. I expect there's a big ole bath in store for most of us after this is said and done, just something to look forward to to get through this mess. Wouldn't be surprised if they have the deed, and even if they don't, better for everyone they're gone."

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls stealth: (7)+6: 13

GAME: Reithak rolls stealth: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)
</blockquote>

The climb down is quite long. The stink, the awful smell starts to waft from down below, a hot air palpable on exposed skin. The humidity will probably not quickly leave the adventurer's skin. The stone turns into cobbled stone, and the ladder was covered in all kinds of substances. Moss, slime, probable oil, and probably bodily fluids. Darkness swallows the party.

Reaching the very bottom, the party see the full extent what they were guesstimating above - a massive black slimy was slowly rolling around what appears to have been a wine cellar. Large cedar balls, the size of small huts, lay on the far ends of this cavernous basement. Everything was covered in flimsy, film like membrane - but despite all the sound the party does, it seems to be ignoring them. There is a large door at the very end.

And it smells. It smells like death.

<blockquote>
GAME: Culix rolls perception: (17)+14: 31
</blockquote>

Culix sneaks along the room, heeding the slime and skirting around it where she can, until she gets to the door at the other side. She pauses, giving the door a once-over for traps, and then reaches for the handle to try it a if it's locked or not. Her other hand rests on the hilt of one of her daggers, ready to draw it at a moments notice.

Carver draws her bow, and the string almost seems to sing as she lines a finger against it. Her eagerness is palpable, especially without the discomfort of the pungent aroma that no doubt ails the others.

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver casts Gravity Bow. Caster Level: 13 DC: 14
</blockquote>

Gagging slightly even through his improvised mask, Skyler follows along with eyes squinting against the burn of the stench. "Wow, pungent." He mutters, before gagging again. He shudders, closes his mouth, and walks after everyone as his eyes adjust to the darkness.

Reithak squinted more in the dark of the room. "Yeah, I've got nothing." The egalrin grumbled. "Can't see much in this light, and I don't want to give you all away by lighting up a big fire that might blow this place up or set it on fire. Could use magic, but I'll trust you folks to be going the right way, for the time being, and, yeah, no, this place does smell pretty darn bad, even I can tell that."

Culix's nose wrinkles at the smell, but frankly, she's been in a lot of sewers and this is hardly even a 6 on 10 on the stink scale. She shakes her head after trying the door, "Not locked, stuck." she whispers back to the group and then pauses to ponder the options. "Forcing it'll be noisy." she adds with a meaningful glance towards the slime that hasn't attacked- yet, but then takes out her multi-tool, manipulating the various levers on the goblin device to produce the Crowbar attachment. "Anyone feeling strong?"

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "Crowbar gives +2 to strength checks to force open a door or chest."

GAME: Carver rolls strength+2: (1)+2+2: 5 (EPIC FAIL)
</blockquote>

Nnnngh! NNNNNNNNGH! Carver grips the crowbar, setting it to the hoist, and presses down. She presses down until veins pop in her arms, and sweat across her brow. She presses through her lung capacity before surrendering with a sharp curse. "/Doors/." Her disgust is palpable. "This mansion exist for no other reason than to be vexing."

Squirrelly he may be, but Skyler winces in sympathy at Carver's failure, walking up to place a hand on the woman's shoulder, "You did good! If you'd been able to get into the door easily, I'd have been more concerned." He narrows his eyes, "This place legit deserves to burn to the ground." He glances around, faintly hopeful that someone else will agree so he can start building a coalition among the adventurers to call it an L and just burn the place down.

Until then? He reaches for the crowbar, "Let me try? I'm moderately well built. Maybe you loosened something!"

Carver does offer the crowbar to Skyler, admitting defeat. She's not going to be able to do it, so might as well be someone else! "Good luck."

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls strength+2: (12)+1+2: 15

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "It moves slightly, but there's a loud whining squeak as the thing starts to move. Want to keep going?"

GAME: Reithak rolls strength +2: (7)+3+2: 12
</blockquote>

"I'll give it a try!" Skyler says confidently, pausing to lift his mask to spit on his hands. Why? Who knows. But he saw someone do it once! He jerks on the crowbar, wincing at the squeal before stepping back. "I think it's moving, but I'm not quite strong enough. Anyone else want to try?"

"Having trouble getting through it? I mean, I'm big, but I'm not that strong. More of a beanpole than anything."

The egalrin stepped up to the door and grabbed the crowbar, and tried to press the door open, but being mostly blind didn't help with getting a good grip. "Jus-, what the hells did they glue this thing shut with?"

The door - slightly tilted, as the hinges have seen better days - refuses to yield to Carver's command. It does not help that the corner of the door seems to be scraping against the cobblestone floor; or that the crowbar has no good purchase due to the slimy substance covering it. Skyler's efforts makes the door move though - with a loud threatening sound. Reithak takes the crowbar and the door just barely moves, leaving the gap open. A dark hallway is visible - with that mess they saw from kitchen.

The large slime continues to move around, now lumbering between the party and the stairs.

While the larger folks work with the crowbar, Culix keeps an eye on the slime as it lumbers around. She knows where her strengths lie, and strengh isn't one of them, but is a little surprised by how noodly the tall folk are. They're supposed to be strong! Still, though, the slime doesn't seem to be making any aggressive moves so she takes her eyes off it for a moment to look back towards the group and see how they are getting along. "That stubborn, huh? Well, I was saving this for a rainy day but..." she produces a small vial of an oily substance, and then goes to apply it to the rusty hinges.

<blockquote>
GAME: Culix rolls knowledge/engineering: (8)+6: 14
</blockquote>

Culix pauses, and then stoppers the vial again. She takes out one of her less magical daggers and then crouches down, she shoves it under, and then tilts it up to try and lift the door. "Try again." she tells the others.

Carver joins Reithak in assistance, to overcome this terrible foe!

<blockquote>
GAME: Carver rolls strength+2: (4)+2+2: 8
</blockquote>

Taking the hilarity to it's apex, Skyler joins Carver, grabbing the end of the crowbar and jumping up to throw his body weight down against it.

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls strength+2: (8)+1+2: 11

GAME: Reithak rolls strength +2: (13)+3+2: 18

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "It opens!"
</blockquote>

Puts more of their body into levering the door open, and while they couldn't see very well, they could at least notice a slight change in airflow with the door opening. "There we go!" The egalrin hummed, stopping and catching her breath for a time. "Only needs to be enough to get through, right?"

The door starts to open - reluctantly, and with great effort, but it does open with the added extra leverage. However...

The door lets out a long whining sound - and then clanks open, half crashing into the cobblestone. The adventurers are not left with much time to rejoice - as the slime suddenly stops. A moment later, it starts to ooze its way towards the party.

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2025-04-21T18:38:45Z

Thurid: /* April */

Grim Deed Part 4

2025-02-24T18:47:19Z

Thurid: Created page with "In the Manor of Umbergloom... The stolen sword of the sky pirate had been rescued - and the greater dilemma of how to leave the kitchen was equally resolved, if not with threats of one sided violence. The mimic however, had escaped - and yet another strangely silent servant, a cook, had prevented further entry towards the basement. Meanwhile, two of the party, Carver and Reithak, had moved to investigate the mysterious light from before and discovered a secret passag..."

In the Manor of Umbergloom...

The stolen sword of the sky pirate had been rescued - and the greater dilemma of how to leave the kitchen was equally resolved, if not with threats of one sided violence. The mimic however, had escaped - and yet another strangely silent servant, a cook, had prevented further entry towards the basement.

Meanwhile, two of the party, Carver and Reithak, had moved to investigate the mysterious light from before and discovered a secret passage with a skeleton and a crossbow in it. It does not take long for the rest of the party to catch up and open the door to the lounge, only to be assaulted by...

A comfortable, luxurious lounge with one occupant - a lady in a refined dress seated on it, shuffling black playing cards. A masquarade mask hid half of her features, but not her red lipstick.

"Ah, the lovely guests." She smiles, a charming smile. "I hope you did not do such a number on the poor waiting staff as it sounded like, now did you?" She asks, with a light tut.

A red queen of hearts is neatly flipped out with her fingers, then quietly shuffled back into the deck.

Reithak has arrived.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "Can I attempt a perception check to get some clue as to whether she is as she appears, or is another puppet?"
<OOC> Aelwyn rub chin. "Sure! Is there something you are specifically looking for?"
<OOC> Culix says, "Mostly to see if she appears to be made of meat, and not metal and/or ceramic and/or wood."
GAME: Culix rolls perception: (3)+13: 16
<OOC> Reithak wouldn't mind a sense motive, herself
</blockquote>

"Hi," Carver says. It comes with a cautious sweep of her eyes about the room as she steps inside. "Listen. We really don't want to be givin' all yous a hard time, but all yous seem to do is give us a hard time. We are trying to complete what seemed like an easy gig and everyone of the help seems deadset on makin' our lives miserable. So, respectfully, real sorry we're jerks but as hosts? Yous could be better."

She steps into the lounge, carefully, ducking her head. "Respectfully. Mostly."

<blockquote>
<OOC> Reithak says, "I want to see how hostile they are or may be pretending not to be"
GAME: Reithak rolls sense motive: (16)+10: 26
</blockquote>

Jarik eyes the woman skeptically, then back in the direction where the skeleton sat with a crossbow before looking back to her with a raised eyebrow. "No, I think we've been nicer to the staff than most would have been." He mutters. For a moment his hand twitches like he wants to cast a spell, but thinks better of it for now and lets his hand drop back to his side.

Culix eyes the woman skeptically, and then looks back towards the way they came, and then back at the woman. "Us causing trouble?" she asks, and then thumbs towards Carver. "Wot she said." she agrees then. "So are you the puppet master of this circus? Or just another mummer?" she asks then, rather less politely than Carver was going for. "You know what, I don't actually care that much. Where's the deed? that's what I actually want to know. And why all this bloody farce? But, deed first."

"Ah, well, hello miss, sorry for barging in through your hidden door, didn't know anyone was still living here aside from those servants, really." Reithak apologized. "Don't worry, we haven't harmed the servants in any way, and I don't really have any intention of doing that."

"The deed...?" The shuffling slowly ceases - and there is a gradual tilt of the strange lady's head. Her pretty red lips open in obvious confusion - and then there is a sudden lilting laugh. She quickly covers up her mouth with dark gloved fingers, hiding her smile.

"Oh, Quintin." She exhales in obvious amusement and picks up the near empty glass of wine from the table. "I am sorry to say you are mistaken. I do not belong to the..." She makes a vague gesture towards the walls, before continuing, "Similar to your charming presence," Her red lips close up in sweet murmur, "I am another esteemed guest of this manor."

Finally, she drinks the last of her wine and slides the glass aside on the thick mahogany table. "Hmm, the deed." She smiles, her rudy red eyes glinting from within the mask. "I am Lady Fortuna Blythe, and what may I call you as?"

The cards are picked up and shuffled again.

"I'm Carver," The ranger says, nothing if not honest. "I guess you're familiar with our employer." Mr. Graves if you're feeling nasty. She scratches along a fresher scar on her throat. "Uh, goin' by your reaction, guess you're here for another purpose?"

Culix frowns, and scratches her cheek. "Great, more questions and still no answers." she complains to herself. "Culix." she begrudgingly offers her name. "What do you mean guest?" she asks then, plainly. "Kinda guest who can leave, or the kind who can't?" she adds then, guessing at a possible meaning for the woman's words.

"Ah, sorry, thought you lived here or something, not as a guest." Reithak sighed. "Well, I guess if you are a guest here, you don't own this deed we're looking for. Name's Reithak, would you mind telling us a bit more about what's going on here? Seriously, it would be really appreciated."

Semi-distracted looking around the room, "Jarik." He murmurs simply. He's pointedly avoiding eye contact with the woman, or even looking in her direction, instead finding everything else in the room endlessly fascinating. "Blythe.." He repeats. "The name sounds familiar." It doesn't, but maybe its a way to get her talking.

Despite the semi-distracted gaze laid upon it, the room continues to stay the same. Muffled music could still be heard coming from the other side of the building, but now it simply sounded like a muffled creepy ambiance.

Those pretty lips continue to smile. The deck of cards is spread out onto the table; before with a long fingernail, she gently rolls all of them over, in perfect order. "Do you believe you cannot leave?" The woman asks, "Whatever could have given you such a _ghastly_ impression?"

Lady Blythe slowly stands up, and turns to walk towards one of the walls. "What is going on? Ha! A splendid question." Hand upon the wall, she turns around and leans back against. "If you are within these walls, then you must be Quintin's guests. Perhaps on a missive of some sorts, to fetch this deed?" She leans forward. "It is a charming place. Perhaps a little isolated, perhaps the staff could be livelier, perhaps there could be..." Her eyes turn towards the party. "More livelier mood, but..." She rolls her bared shoulder. "Nothing strong adventurers like you could handle. Or are you mercenaries? He does, oh, so hate dealing with mercenaries."

"Hm?" Lady Blythe's eyes turn towards Jarik then, "Do you recognize the name, handsome boy?" A quiet click can be heard behind her, as one of the wooden panels sinks slightly.

"You related or somethin'?" Carver asks. "You got the, uh, same energy." She walks a little farther ahead, "Respectfully." She walks up to the woman, closer this time. She looks to where the wood gave a little, lifting a brow. "What was that?"

"No, just wondering why anyone would be here if they didn't have to be." Culix answers the woman's retort to her earlier question. She frowns as a non-answer is given. "Given it's such a splendid question, maybe you cou-" and then there's the click, Culix goes from wary to alert in an instant. A dagger is drawn and rolled over her knuckles into her hand, "What did you do?" she asks.

Jarik raps a knuckle against one of the wood panels and humms softly. "Mahogany, fancy." Then he looks over to Lady Blythe when she calls him handsome with a bit of a blinking stare as if he wasn't fully paying attention. "No, just tickled something in the brain is all." Though he loses the slightly distracted look and stands a little straighter as the panel clicks behind her, suddenly wary.

"If someone related to this place could give us a straight answer, that'd be real, real appreciated." Reithak grumbles loudly, perking up a bit at the noise. "What's that? You not answering because you've got something else in mind? I'd recommend against trying anything, miss."

The panel is slowly pulled open... and Lady Blythe pulls out one of those glass decanters filled with wine. "Oh, relax your shoulders and blades," She says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I know Quintin can be an obtuse child, but we could not be further distanced."

The woman then strides across the table back over her seat. Wine is poured, deck of cards is once again picked. "Now, it is not that I am not answering to tease your charming selves," She smiles, "But it is Quintin's mansion and he is avery, _very_ careful man." Another card is flipped.

"So perhaps we should focus on this deed of yours, should we not?" Lady Blythe points at the seats surrounding the table. "Come. Sit." She takes a long sip from her glass.

Culix rubs her face with the hand not holding a dagger, "We're going round and round in circles." she complains then. "It's all just smoke and mirrors leading to nothing. I feel like I'm stuck in one of those dreams where you think you've woken up but it turns out you're still dreaming." she says, exasperation clear in her voice. "I knew it was fishy, but I expected a knife in the back not... whatever this is." she says and throws her hands up in an emphatic gesture of frustration. She puts her dagger away and then flumps into a chair. "Fine. I'm sitting. Say something that means something, or I'm about to just go back to Alexandria and tell Quintin he can fetch his own bloody deed and shove it up his arse, because I've just about had enough of all this vapid intrigue." she folds her arms across her chest and waits.

Her anger's edge is dulled somewhat by the fact that her feet don't touch the ground, and she kind of looks like a petulant child. She does have a lot of pointy objects on her though.

Carver looks at Culix, then shrugs. She moves back to the table as prompted. The sound of her chair scraping across the floor takes longer than it should and it's because she's dragging it right beside to the Lady Blythe. "What game we playin'?" She could mean the cards, she could mean what it is that the masked debutante is hoping to accomplish.

Helping them out of the goodness of her heart? Kinda doubt that to be true. Culix's irritation does warrant a smirk. Wee gobby feet kickin' at the air. "Honestly, I'm not even mad anymore. Now I just want to know what's behin' all this cloak and dagger stuff."

"I feel like I'm in a scandalous Crimson Pen, and somebody is about to get madly ravished. Kinda excitin'." Carver finishes.

"Well, usually if you find a mysterious person in a hidden alcove you get a bit wary when they're suddenly activating hidden switches. Suppose I'm at fault for barging in here though." Reithak shrugged, taking one of the spun around seats. "Alright, lets get to the bottom of this."

Carver has reconnected.

JArik eyes the seats but as the others sit down he shrugs and approaches one. Though he grabs it by the back, spins it around and sits on it backwards, scandalous. Folding his arms along the back of the chair he simply waits for the Lady to get to the point, even as he nods along with Culix's sentiments abouit where the deed could possible go.

Lady Blythe continues to smile, ignoring the fit of frustration from Culix. After all, was it even her business to begin with? She leans down under the heavy table, and after a moment she pulls out more glasses and starts pouring wine.

Though for Culix, she slides a martini glass full of cocktail cherries. "Do not worry darling, a blade to the back can be easily arranged." She smiles, and picks up the playing cards again.

"Dealer's choice," The woman says and then with a final riffle shuffle, slides the cards over to Carver. "Unless it is strip poker, darling, we would have to close the curtains."

The wine glass is picked up after. "Quintin is a very practical man, but he rarely hires outside help." She sips the glass. "Which leads me to the interesting question, why are you here for such a silly deed?"

She smiles at Culix. "Because he is unable to come himself, of course. And whomever else knows where that deed could be?" She pulls out few stacks of white and blood red chips, gently stacking them onto the table. "There are plenty of residents in this mansion. Many are more jumpy than you are, with all those pretty knives."

Culix smiles sweetly at Lady Blythe, "No, it couldn't be." she retorts on the topic of knives to the back.

She lets the talk about games go on without comment, and seems to relax slightly. She eventually speaks up again, "We're here because someone is paying us to be here. Why he wants it? He said something about it being seized by- who was it again?" she asks, glancing to her companions to fill in the information if they recall it. "Some kind of audit. So, we've told you something. Are you going to tell us something useful? Or is it just going to be more innuendo?"

Carver slides a hand over the cards, and then slides them over to herself. Where they lie for a second as she considers her options. She does stand up.

She does pull the curtains.

She starts dealing to all who are sitting. Strip poker it is! Or at least poker as the metaphorical cards are laid on the table by the others.

"Been a while since I played cards." Jarik murmurs as he looks at the stack. "Mostly with my father and I'm sure he was a complete cheat." He looks over to the others, saying "Caravan guard." With a shrug, as if that explains why his father would be a cheat. "So, he usually prefers to use the hulk in the armor.. hulk that is the armor.. whatever that guy with him was."

"And why exactly can't he come over here and deal with this? It's not like we've been attacked here, outside of a box that ran off with someone's sword." *Reithak shrugged.* "Haven't met anyone else at this manor aside from the servants."

Lady Blythe tilts her head. "An audit? Why would anyone want to audit this decrepit place in the first place?" She takes another sip, watching Carver move around and close the curtains. The very little outside light that was coming through the boarded windows is swiftly hidden behind the thick curtains.

"Is not looking for fortune in cards cheating fate itself?" She asks from Jarik, and then her smile widens, before she lets out a little laugh. "Lord Maximillian? Ah, I did wonder why they left with that silly old armor." Another sip from the wine. "No, he prefers to handle matters on his own. Poor Maximillian? They are there for the company." She reaches out and pats Jarik on the hand. "Let us not worry about them, let us enjoy the night instead."

"Now," She smoothes out the smooth surface of the table with her hands. "This deed. Quintin is a practical, overcareful and obsessed piece of a man. He would not place the deed in any _boring_ safe. Otherwise the butler upstairs would have simply fetched it for him."

There's another smile, and she shrugs her shoulders as if to shake off something. "Oh, this is exciting. Now, what would you like to know?"

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2025-02-24T18:46:42Z

Thurid: /* February */

Grim Deed Part 3

2025-02-10T19:01:16Z

Thurid: Created page with "Previously... The adventurers had arrived at the Manor of Umbergloom with little, but foreboding effort. Within, they were brought over to the parlor to enjoy refreshments to the tune of eerie music. And whilst the adventurers were discussing their next move, few of them found the mimic lying in hiding on the table. Skyler, the Sky-pirate, managed to hit the mimic hard, but also lost his sword to the sticky creature, now fleeing at mimic speed to the kitchen. ... a..."

Previously...

The adventurers had arrived at the Manor of Umbergloom with little, but foreboding effort. Within, they were brought over to the parlor to enjoy refreshments to the tune of eerie music. And whilst the adventurers were discussing their next move, few of them found the mimic lying in hiding on the table.

Skyler, the Sky-pirate, managed to hit the mimic hard, but also lost his sword to the sticky creature, now fleeing at mimic speed to the kitchen.

... and one of the odd servants with their heads covered in white fabric, closes the door just after the mimic runs inside. Clang clang goes the sword as it hits the kitchen appliances inside.

"My sword...!" Skyler looks absolutely stricken as the chest-turned-mimic flees with his beloved scimitar lodged into it. He winces with every bang, even as he kicks off to run after the damned mimic, hollering after it, "The damn deed *has* to be in the mimic!"

He hops in place for a moment on one leg, a bizarre little dance that soon bears fruit as he draws a dagger from his belt. "Don't let it get away! Jarik, *someone*, zap it, dammit!"

"Shit, could be the actual deed, could just be pretending. Not sure why, though." *Reithak grumbled as she hopped over closer to the door. "'Scuse me, I think that that creature may be what we're looking for, so please let us through, and we'll be on our way, alright?"

Jarik stares at the chest mimic as it starts waddling off, banging around the sword stuck to it. It might almost be funny, well, it is a little funny. "I don't have a zapping thing ready." He mutters, but he does stride off after the others as they head towards the kitchen. "Can you even put stuff in those things?" He asks, wondering even as he strides across the room, sliding his crossbow free.

Culix isn't about to give up the advantage of the darkness and so she dashes along the wlal she dimmed with her blood magic, keeping low to the ground to try and slip around the servant blocking the way and open the door, taking advantage of the bigger and noisier folks distraction to open the door behind the servant.

The servants are all now looking at the rowdy bunch of adventurers, including the butler. Nobody is making a hostile move though - they simply stand and look. Except at Culix of course - the rogue has the perfect cover with the darkness and the distractions to open the door and slip into the dimly lit kitchen.

It is a spotlessly clean affair, with simple utensils spread out. The coffee pot is on the counter next to quietly boiling hot water; the cookies were laid in neat rows. The cook - with the apron - looks very much like the other servants with their white covered head, except taller and bigger. The cook too, is looking at the door. For a moment, looking at Culix - before she realizes that gaze is looking past her.

There is some scuffling around the corner, before there is a sudden loud clang, a bang, a disturbing 'schlick' sound, and then silence. A trail of slime glistens on the ground.

Rounding around the kitchen corner, the trail of slime leads to a drain grate pulled open, with even more slime hanging down. The scimitar is unceremoniously dumped in front of it. It looks like it did not fit; however, it is covered in sticky slime.

Into the kitchen rushes the swordless himbo, dagger poised for a mighty blow...

... only to be confronted with a sticky sword and a drain pipe. He blinks, glancing at the sword as he slowly makes his way over. He squints at the pipe, and then picks up his sword gingerly as he carries it over to the sink to rinse the mimic-goo off. "What if I drop some alchemist fire down the hole?" He suggests as he begins to clean his sword off

Culix sighs, and pulls her hood back, standing up straight and visible once again, which might startle folks near her as she seems to simply emerge from the shadows, wisps of shade hanging to her like a dense fog. "It always ends up back at the sewers." she says then. "Fire is... probably not a good idea. We're after a piece of paper, right? No deed, no payment. Really wish I just snuck in and thieved it to begin with." she says to the others, as she gets to work on trying to open up the grate so they can continue giving chase.

Jarik frowns at the drain, frowns hard. "Sewers? Are we sure? Why can't it just be a cistern, or a dungeon." He really doesn't want to go traipsing about the sewers again. He does nod in agreement with the suddenly appearing Culix, though he eyes her sideways as she just seems to appear.

"Look, we just need to go by, and figure out what's going on with those documents." *Reithak sighed.* "Seriously, the hospitality is appreciated, but we don't need to get in your hair here."

She looked back to the others, those who were still blocked from entry, and shrugged. "What d'you think we should do?"

Carver looks where a few struck off into the kitchen, just shaking her head. Mimics. Strange behavior abounds without accepting the reality of those terrible aberrants. The strange servants entire presentation here was more than enough. "Well... we can try to explore the rest of the house, or we can push through where the rest of our crew got off to."

The pleading falls to deaf ears, it appears, as the servant simply looks towards Reithak. The three other adventurers managed to run past - but now the neatly dressed figure seemed to be bent on preventing entry. By politely standing in the way, of course.

The effort to open the drain is suddenly halted as a large... broom, is shunt down in front of it. The tall cook looks down at the three party members in silence. The disapproval was palpable. Though... the figure has exactly the same poise as all the other servants.

"I mean... it always ends up being sewers." Culix tells Jarik with a shrug, and then the broom is in her way. She pinches the bridge of her nose and huffs a frustrated sigh. "Alright, I'm getting pretty close to just starting stabbing. Your lordship said we were to come here and collect the deed. There was a walking suit of armor with him which I'm guessing is the missing one from the hall. So clearly, you guys know who he is. How about you get out of the way, before I start figuring out how much you're worth in scrap value?" a pause, she shouts back to the other room, "Check on what you saw in that side room!" as a suggestion back Carver's way.

"One moment!" Skyler calls to the people outside, as he turns to the sink to wash the gunk off his sword blade, turning to the broom-holder. "Hey, do you have some pumice or a towel I can wipe this off with? Otherwise, I'm going to smear this snail trail all over your nice, clean kitchen." He sticks his finger into some of the goo, and attempts to splatter the chef with it.

Reithak has partially disconnected.

"Side room? Well, alright, doesn't seem we're getting through the strong, silent type in the way, here." *Reithak shrugged, turning back to the rest of the room. "How about it? Best to strike while the iron's hot, I say. You're probably better at tracking things than I am, too."

Jarik wrinkles his nose at Cullix's words about sewers, even as he keeps his eyes mostly on Skyler washing his sword, at least until the cook with the broom shows up. "I just feel like we're talking to a bunch of brainless puppets right now."

"Not without hurtin' 'em." Carver says in agreement. The calls from the kitchen are a comfort, an acknowledgement that it is not danger that holds them but instead frustration with the local help and mummers incomprehensible passivity. She tilts her head for Reithak to follow, heading not toward the rest of her team but the little foyer off to the right where they first came in.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Ah yes, Carver, Reithak, please give me perception rolls. ._."

GAME: Reithak rolls perception: (7)+19: 26

GAME: Carver rolls perception+5: (15)+16+5: 36
</blockquote>

The cook makes a twisting motion with the broom. It was as if to prove a point, as the tall figure stares down at Culix. It appears, despite all the very valid and factually correct pleading, this shan't be a drain grate the party shall pass without a fight. Probably. The broom is twisted and then pulled up, slowly working at the adhesive while the staring contest continues.

Meanwhile, Carver and Reithak head back around the entrance towards the side room. The butler has returned at his post by the staircase, and they stare at the passing adventurers, but makes no effort to stop them. Most of the servants have also returned to their duties - either cleaning, cleaning up the trays of cookies and coffee, or just simply staring.

"I can make a distraction?" Skyler suggests to the others, "And when they're distracted we can sneak past and wham-bam-thank you man we join the others?" He squints at the grate, and then up at the cook, "Unless you two want to see if we can try squeezing down the drain? Jarik's ass might be too fat, but we can always see if there's butter to lube it up."

Culix sighs, not sure why she bothered reasoning with the guy in the first place. There may be a vein throbbing on her temple. "It's either trying not to get shanked in some deep dark arsehole of the earth, or dumb shit like this. Every time." she complains as she stands back up. "So, these things are puppets or something. Mimic might have the deed. Might not, and these things are protecting it. I'm real tempted to start getting impatient with the help. There's some kind of mass of... something down there. Could be a fat berg, or a corpse pile, or just a load of literal shit- couldn't make it out. There was a side room back that way with someone reading. My money is on some kinda puppetmaster for these brainless mannequins." she thumb at the nearby chef.

Reithak followed Carver out of the parlor, heading back into the main foyer and taking a look around, looking on edge, but happy to be away from the strange music. "D'you see that? I know this place is a bit odd, but there's definitely something being covered up, over there." She pointed out. "Maybe leads to some sort of basement?"

Carver pauses to consider the strange(that word fits so much here) break in the wallpaper, ignoring the butler. At this point, an attack would almost be welcome just to vent frustration. No, instead, she wonders aloud. "Think this may have been another door here once, now sealed up some how? If they added the wall late then it would likely be not a very impressive barrier." She nods as Reithak comes to the same conclusion and adds on, maybe a basement! "Okay, here's the plan... one of plays the part of the screamin' ass and the other one tries to peek in and see if we're right."

"Which one you wanna be?"

Jarik eyes the hole, rolling his eyes a little at Skyler's commentary. "I can slither down there easy enough if it come to it, but I'm not sure cookie here is gonna let us without taking them out." He syas it flat, even looking at the cook as he does so. These puppets don't seem to react much unless they're going somewhere they shouldn't, who's to know if they'll even notice a threat of violence.

The broom works at the mimic adhesive. Unbeknowst to the puppet though - the broom was slowly disintegrating with every pull and twist, as the powerful sticky mimic power was doing its work on those poor fibers. The staring continues.

The butler continues to observe the pair staring at the wall. In the distance, a quiet scurrying sound can be heard - the short servant ran across the distant room underneath the stairs, apparently busy at the ever important work of dusting, cleaning and scrubbing everything until everything was spotless.

Culix considers options, "Weren't we supposed to not break these things?" she asks, genuinely not recalling if the client said anything about it. He was deliberately circumspect about a broad array of things, after all. She scratches her cheek. "And there was that creepy piano music too. I dunno what's up with this place, none of it is normal."

"To be fair, we knew it was going to be nothing like what was pitched to us." Skyler says with a sigh, finishing up with his sword... Or at least, enough of the handle he can hold it without his hand burning from mimic-slime. "I still think when we get back we need to lodge a complaint with the Adventurer's Guild and get the bastard black-listed."

He then briskly adjusts his grip on his sword, and then begins to walk towards the exit. "Lets see what Carver and Reikhak are up to. I'm going to cause a distracted, you two get out while I do so." He beams at gobbo and half-oruch, an expression that fills at least Jarik with dread, before he's turning back to the kitchen and abruptly starts screaming, "LET US GO BEFORE I BURN THIS WHOLE HOUSE DOWN!" And he reaches into his jacket with his free hand, pulling out a vial of alchemist fire.

"Weird to cover over it like that. Might not need to destroy it, probably best if we don't it just looks loose. might be able to pull it open." *Reithak considered.* "What, need me to make an ass of myself? Sure, I can do that!" Reithak nods, rolling one of her shoulders. "Maybe best to just clear this spot out, as fun as screaming sounds."

The large egalrin wandered over to the staring guard, sneezing loudly. "Your hospitality has been most welcome here, but I believe that the upstairs have been sending a terrible draft of dust down this way, sir." The egalrin bemoaned. Would you not be able to take care of that before my companions return, and show me to one of the rooms where I might powder my beak with more agreeable compounds instead?"

Jarik lets out a heavy sigh as Skyler changes tactics, lowering his head and rubbing at his temple with one hand, crossbow hanging in the other. "Really? I guess the subtlety game is over, as much as we were not doing it anyway." He sighs and gets ready for the puppets to get riled up from the threats.

<blockquote>
GAME: Reithak rolls bluff: (12)+9: 21

GAME: Aelwyn rolls 14: (12)+14: 26
</blockquote>

Culix makes for the door, intending to exit the kitchen again, when Skyler makes his distraction. "I don't-" she begins, but it's too late and he's already brandishing alchemists fire. She shakes her head, then shrugs, "Alright, sod it." she says, and pulls out her own dagger to brandish at anyone that gets in her way as she intends to stomp back out into the drawing room. "We're gonna search this place up and down till we find that bloody deed, and if we don't find it, we're gonna find that mimic and gut it." she announces to the world. "And if anyone gets in the way I'll bloody well stick 'em, golem or not."

By the entrance:

The butler turns to look at Reithak as she approaches. The pleasantries are met with a tirelessly unimpressed gaze. There is a long pause when the request is made, but then finally butler makes a slow gesture towards the foyer. It seems the powder room lies in that direction. They wait for the egalrin to move first, as per usual.

Meanwhile, Carver is granted the exceptional opportunity to peer at the weird wallpaper in detail. It does not take the experienced ranger to figure out how to press at the hingest to cause the tall, but thin door to open. The room within is dark, but the light is enough to illuminate the cobweb covered skeleton lying against the wall, holding onto a rusty crossbow. The corridor continues to a turn towards the side room.

By the kitchen:

The very beliavable danger of the Sky-Pirate though, does provoke a response from these dead silent servants. The figure at the door turns and with brisk steps, leans down to pick up the bucket. The response is swift and cruel - instantly throwing the cold water at the pirate holding the vial.

The angry stomping of the goblin is looked upon by the silent servants, but whether they have an opinion on the matter - they remain as silent as a grave.

Carver only has a second. She can look behind her to see if the distraction worked. Or she can dive in. It's probably her death anyway, the brief glistening of bleached bone crossbowmen to be joined by her own's creaky bones in the next thirty years. Into the dark and the winding corridor.

She hopes the rest of the team is doing better than her as she kneels to light a torch.

"OIY!" Skyler protests as he's douses with cold water, staring with vial lifted from the butler to Jarik and then back to the butler. "Well, let us through and we won't have to burn this fucking place down." He says sulkily, emphasizing the word 'have' to make it clear that burning the place is still on the table.

Still scowling, he attempts to walk out of the kitchen, pausing to bow up at the butler and lightly tap him on the head threateningly with the vial of alchemist fire.

"So these things are basically just letting us do whatever. Except go down that sewer. Which makes me right away think that's the right way to go." Culix says, half to herself, as she makes her way back through the sitting room on her way to reconvene with Carver and Reithak. "But there was someone reading by candlelight Carver spotted. And if these things are puppets, seems likely they aren't much for reading." she adds as she heads out into the main hall. "Oh, secret door. And skeleton. Well that looks likely." she says, and starts heading for the recently opened entrance gesturing for the others to follow her and back Carver up.

"Yes, of course, thank you very much for pointing the way." Reithak nodded, moving the head in the direction pointed out, and making sure they were followed. "I hope that the facilities are as well stocked as your larders, of course, it takes a lot to keep looking as good as this, y'know?"

Jarik gives one last look at the cook then follows the others out of the kitchen. "Or they want us to think its the right way." He points out with a last glance behind him into the kitchen. Though as he follows out into the hall, he arches a brow at the discovered secret door. "Someone got forgotten in there.."

By the entrance:

The vial tap on the servant's head causes the figure to turn their head. Can someone glare through a sheet of impenetrable white fabric? Apparently they can, since the hate is quite palpable.

None of the servants make effort to stop the adventurers from leaving the kitchen though, nor the Parlor. When the music fades, their spirits are also lifted. The quiet of the mansion felt like a breeze of fresh air. The entrance hall was otherwise empty, as the butler has been taken away, except for the three armors.

And the one spot that was curiously missing one.

By the secret hallway:

While Carver is attempting to light up the torch, she realizes there is light coming up ahead around the corner. Not a whole lot, but enough to spot the similar door she and Reithak found by the entrance. It was quite the desolate looking corridor otherwise.

She can hear quiet riffling sound.

By the foyer:

Reithak is politely led towards the foyer. The windows out to the garden are _massive_, letting in plenty of the gloomy light, reflected off the snow. Few plants and seating arrangments were set up for that casual lounging; and a messy station with vials, shriveled plants and plant cutters was setup in the corner.

At the distance, she can see what looks like snow covered statues and... a hedge maze? A small wooden building was also visible.

The short statured cleaner was still running around, wiping and dusting, when Reithak is shown a door. The room to powder her beak, no doubt.

Culix slips into the secret passageway, gives the skeleton and its crossbow a brief, cursory glance. Is that crossbow better than hers? Probably not, it looks pretty old. And it's too big anyway. And then she carries on, following up behind Carver. She pats the woman on the back and in a low voice says, "Kitchen was a bust for now. There's something down there but we'd probably have to do the cook in to get a better look at it." she says. "Let me take the lead here. Might be traps or something." she suggests, and pulls her cloak up to begin heading stealthily towards the source of that light.

"I'm just *waiting* for that damn cook to make a wrong move." Skyler mutters as he trails after Culix, scowling as he neatly tucks the vial of alchemist fire away. "I still think we should have dropped the alchemist fire." Beat. "Or my Ioun torch!" And he pulls out the little stone, and lets it float around his head like a little glowing moon.

Carver pauses as she looks back up, the sliver of light to guide the way. She slowly tucks the torch under her left arm as Culix appears next to her, nodding thoughtfully. "I, admit, don't know what to make of this home. It's value. Why it demands so much upkeep and why the masked weirdo hired us to make sure it stays in his possession."

She rises to her feet, "Lately, so many jobs with outsiders, wot tryin' to take advantage of our work for their little weird schemes. Smelling like another one of those, innit?" She takes a deep breath. That's enough stalling. She breaks the rules of fearing death.

She strides toward the light. "Whassit yous said about alchemist fire?"

Jarik moves up to the entryway of the secret hallway, peering ahead as other decide to explore deeper. Though his eyes finally settle on the skeleton, frowning slightly. "I do not think our employer wants the deed to a burned husk of a mansion. I think the point is for it to be intact."

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<OOC> Reithak would like to cast invisibility on themselves

GAME: Reithak casts Invisibility. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
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Reithak had gone to the powder room in question, taking a step inside. "Got a lot still need to be done, so help me out a lil bit? Shame to hide but I got business needs doing." The inquistor prayed within, suddenly and abruptly vanishing from sight, before doing her best to sneak back down to the main entrance.

The party - including the now invisible Reithak - all have reconvened by the strange secret corridor. It is not a long trip to the other end of the corridor, and after a brief examination for traps, the hidden door opens quietly.

A sense of warmth assaults the party. Rejuvenating scents linger in the air - fresh flowers, expensive perfume - and naturally the more stale scents of refined excess, such as old smoke and dried up alcohol.

The sight of the room matches the first assault onto the senses - this obviously was the lounge. It was brightly lit, with several comfortable looking chairs, tables and even a small bar in the corner, though it was now empty.

Yet, perhaps most prominent sight was the card table at the other end of the room - and a lady in a refined dress seated on it, shuffling black playing cards. A masquarade mask hid half of her features, but not her red lipstick.

"Ah, the lovely guests." She smiles, a charming smile. "I hope you did not do such a number on the poor waiting staff as it sounded like, now did you?" She asks, with a light tut.

A red queen of hearts is neatly flipped out with her fingers, then quietly shuffled back into the deck.

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Beyond the Pale 1

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<OOC> Thurid says, "This will be a Death Consent plot, that means you can die or suffer lasting deleterious effects such as ability drain, negative levels etc. Everyone gets one free reroll per scene. Reroll should be declared before the results of the roll are. Please let us know if you're going AFK, especially during combat. If that's all good, I'll get us started."
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Sendor is one of Alexandria's neighbours, but that doesn't mean the journey is especially quick- particularly at this time of year, and with the unnaturally continuous snowfall in Alexandria of late. It's a long road north, but a well traveled one at least, and so well patrolled and maintained- no churned mud, but gravel and cobbles beaten hard and level by centuries of footfalls. Even so, it's a few days travel- the guild has provided the party with the use of a wagon for it, as well as a driver, though they are welcome to use their own transportation if they have it. Plenty of time to get to know each other- or grow sick of each other, as the case may be.

The last few miles of the journey have been through sprawling fields and vinyards. Though Sendor boasts a mild clime and has been spared the unnnatural snowfall, it is still winter so there are no fruits or grains to be seen in the fields, though there are pasturing livestock and hardy winter vegetables. It's mid morning on the third day of travel that they arrive at the wooden pallisade walls of Ronda- a small town, but even small towns in the Myrrish kingdoms have seen their share of war in the last few decades and so most of them sport stout defenses in this day and age. The wagon driver makes his way to a coach house near the main gate, open but manned by a couple of town militia with pikes, gambesons and round rimmed half helms.

Burai spends the better part of most days in the form of a large eagle, gliding in large circles in the air over the wagon and occasionally ahead or behind on their route. He takes time to land occasionally on the wagon and utter a few words in passable speech, with just a tinge of avian shrillness. But for the most part he doesn't seem very talkative, even after he has returned to his normal half-oruch form in evenings or on breaks.

Ulthan trudges alongside the wagon, but with his gear mostly stowed, his long stride keeping pace with the conveyance while he keeps watch in case something popped up.

Hisnd as always, an unthreatening bundle of cloaks, rags and a sack was huddled in the corner of one of the caravans, quietly mumbling by itself. Occasionally a cloaked beak peeks out, but then it is back to studying whichever... whichever random bundles of cloaks and rags do. At some point it would have become clear to everyone that it was just the corvid egalrin, Crik, pretending to be unassuming cargo for some reason.

"Are we there yet?" Skyler asks, waking up from a nap as the wagon comes to a stop at the main gate, blinking sleep out of his pale grey-green eyes. He's been uncharacteristically quiet as they entered the Myrrish kingdoms, his usual thoughtless prattle having an edge that would almost be brooding if it were someone with a reputation for actual thought. He straightens up with a yawn that sends arms up above his head, and turns to poke the unassuming cargo. "Hey, I think we're here." Beat. And he looks sheepish, "Oops. I forgot you're pretending to be luggage." He coughs, and says loudly, "I think we're here! We should all really look away from our luggage to make sure though!"

Bryn is keen to seeing new things, and getting paid for it just makes it even better. The oruch doesn't mind the walking (she's used to it) and easily passes the time fixing her eye on things, asking about them, talking about other things she's seen, or idling humming to herself. "Whatcha think we're gonna find next?" she asks no one in particular.

Haggerty is astride on his mount Leif, a fiery yet nimble white warhorse with slightly larger hooves than Southern and Vast counterparts. Military saddle and heraldic cloth with a medium blue and silvery half. In a front saddlebag is the little black dog who accompanies the Stormgardian. Both seem joyous at the beautiful weather which has the redhead break out in song to describe the laden, bare branches, frost mired everything, frozen waters and coniferous needliness, visible breaths, et cetera. The pug sometimes whinesle-yowls along, not too much worse than the merry Aesir. His horse is fast and well guided, but the pale rider stops by roadside shrines to pray and leave little thanks to the Mistress of Civilization and Cooperation. his changes when the weather changes and it becomes damp, mild and weirdly warm. The wizard does not quite complain, but gone is the cheer most of the time. The sight of the town is welcomed with a little orison to She who Lances.

Hagg chuckles, "There're the walls and the good folk who guard them!" To the pikey bunch, "Hail guardsfolk!"

Burai has returned to his normal two-legged form and is walking next to the wagon as it approaches the coach house. He glances at Hagg and then says in a lowered voice to the rest of the party. "We'll have to make our way to the cemetary and decide what to do next. And," he adds, eyeing the guards. "If this village is like the others I have been to, I expect one of us will have to explain ourselves and seek out those who sent for us. " He pauses and then adds slowly, "And not in the order. For any of that."

The guards seem more bored than anything- the road is less busy in the winter months, and so they eyeball the arriving ragtag group as much because it's something to break up the day as out of any actual suspicion. "Hail, friends." one of them calls out to the group. "What brings you to Ronda?" he asks a moment later. The other has his pike in the crook of his elbow, which he leans on. Both seem quite relaxed.

"Ey!" Bryn waves to back to the guards (that were returning a greeting already). "'Eard ye had some trouble with robbers. Grave robbers. So we're 'ere ta keepa lookout over yer ancestors 'n all. Let 'em rest in peace. Like they should."

The bundle of baggage does not respond to the kicking. Then after a moment a quiet, deep bass like voice replies to Skyler. "The art of deception is to not draw attention, it is not to draw attention to how you are not drawing attention." He patiently explains.

And in a sudden flurry of cloaks he hops off the wagon and sidles behind the far taller members of his party.

"Well you were fairly obvious." Skyler says a touch sulkily as he adjusts the baldric holding his curved blade into place. He sniffs, jumps off, and joins the larger members of the party himself. He seems content to let the others take the lead for once.

Haggerty smiles brightly and wipes some moisture from the brim of his dapper pointy hat, "Rest, tales and good spiced wine, I hoped, but not. We are here at the behest of you and the other Rondites, Rondorians?" Ahum. The freckled man clears his breath, "We offer to land our hands.. What the lady ministrel said.." The doge looks up with his big black eyes, snorfles, headsinks. Briefly, there was something about bones? Nope, not the tasty gnawy kind! Hagg says lowly to Burai, "Very astute. Thank you for the council." To nobody in particular, the man of many braids mutters, "See, this is what you get when you do not put the dead on a proper boat and burn them, or into a hill with a big rock to keep the grave shut..."

Ulthan nods to the guards, seeing a familiar position in keeping the village or compound safe, but doesn't really add in, since everyone else is busy gabbing already. He is no skald, nor an orator, so he'll keep quiet until there's something that needs to be said.

The guardsman who replied to the hail ahs and nods his head seriously, "Grim business, that. I know times is hard every winter, but digging up the long buried? That's nasty work." he complains and then shakes his head. The other one pipes up, finally, "You're from the guild, then? How was the road? Heard you've been getting no end of snow down south." after a moment, time for them to reply to the pleasantries, the first guard pipes up again. "You'll be wanting to head to the watch house on temple row, then. Follow the main road to the square, then head left. There's a big temple to Althea at the end of the row- can't miss it. Guard house is the big building with the red roof, it'll be on your left, about... what, hundred yards down?" he offers, turning to his colleague for confirmation. He shrugs, "'bout that, yeah. They got the sign, too. Countess's coat of arms, like what we're wearing." he says and thumbs the emblem on his own Gambeson.

Crik's beak droops - he had put a lot of effort into being disguised as a sack of potatoes! Then his head perks up. "... I will do better next time." He tells Skyler and listens on in. He neatly hides more behind Ulthan, before he leans around. "... there are no outstanding bounties, yes? Wanted posters on the wall are seasons old?" Just asking for a friend.

Bryn turns her eye up the road when the guardman explains and nods back. "Got it. Thanks! After we get that figgered, there a good tavern 'ere fer celebratin at?" No reason they have to trek all the way back before maintaining work-life balance and all.

"Potatoes have eyes, not beaks." Skyler says, turning to pat the raven on the shoulder soothingly. "Don't worry, you can practice on the way home."

But then the rogue is asking about bounties, and he winces. "Good question." He mutters, and turns back to the rest of the party. He listens to the guard's explanation, nodding along. At the question on the roads, he says, "Road's were surprisingly clear. Last time I passed this way, there were pirates, but they've seemed to have moved on."

"Praise the Knightly Maiden! The roads are excellent enough to stop by the roadside shrines and beseech She who guards Wellbeing of all enlightened Folk!" He smiles again, solidly echoed by the fervor in his blue eyes. He fistbumps over his heart, hears the rustle of canine claws on the saddle in front of him, feels the little kick to his thigh which nets a calming headpat for the little friend. The wizard stage whispers without much talent, make that an unreflected or subconscious effort, "We cannot really ask for money until we have confirmed the locals can afford to pay, right?"

Ulthan ehs at mention of pirates, hadn't heard that tale before. He opens his gobbo-made notepad and jots down a note about that tidbit of this route. Working hard to have the lay of the land and every route for when he gets to start his messenger guild to run messages all around Alexandria for those who can't afford the Royal couriers...

The Guard grins at the question, "Now those, we have plenty of. Ronda might be small, but we have some of the finest vinyards in all of Myrr. My hole of choice is the Hen and Moon- from the square, pass the smithy, second right." he offers cheerily. With directions dispensed and intentions stated, the guards wave the adventurers on into the town. It's a fairly lively place, most of the buildings are stonebuilt- perhaps a luxury, but then the terrain in the vicinity is not heavily forested but the farmland surrounds were broken up by the odd limestone quarry the party saw on their journey, so perhaps wood is a rarer resource in these parts. But just because they are stone, doesn't mean they are drab. Most are brilliantly whitewashed, with colourful clay tiled roofs.

Burai nods akwardly to the guards, then turns and heads into the town. He has to glance back occasionally to make sure he's not going the wrong way or otherwise accidentally separating himself from the party. The half-oruch also eyes a few of the buildings they pass with a sense of wonder...but others with an air of wariness. What makes him like some and not others? Difficult to say. As they draw out of earshot of the guards, Burai begins speaking to the party again. "Are you all going to the tavern...?"

"After, I think." Skyler says with a shrug, "It's not terribly professional to celebrate a good job until *after* the job is finished, eh?" That to Bryn, raising an eyebrow at her consideringly.

The Swashbuckler seems to have no clever commentary on the village, and surprisingly enough doesn't seem to view the colorful buildings as anything out of the ordinary. Then again, he *does* have a faintly Myrrish accent, so maybe he's familiar with the place!

“Alright!" Bryn throws up a metal fist in the air. "Le's get goin!" she encourages and looks to the others. The tavern is tempting. Really tempting, but she did say it was for celebrating. And Skyler's right. She nods. "Ye, we go there. But after crackin thief skulls, ey?" Either way, they need to head up the road, so she starts walking. "Quicker we do that, quicker we can get to celebratin."

"... sometimes being drunk before grave digging makes it easier." Crik says, already taking notes. He was sketching out the layout of the city quickly - measuring distances, noting alleys, occasionally drawing a big box for boring buildings like the taverns, and then noting also any smaller openings. "Do we have a plan yet?"

Ulthan says, “I doubt anyone would be so out of their mind as doing the grave-robbing in bright daylight, so we might drop by at tavern after we let the Temple know we're here to catch the grave-robbers, and not join themn... And get as much coffee as we can hold while we wait for night-time... Unelss anyone else is up to reconnoiter the place before we stumble around it in the dark?"”

Haggerty throws his hat in the air, catches it, put it back on with a slightly more dashing tilt. He then points at the big thing in a sack which has been fastened to the saddlebags, "We will make merry later, so let us get on with the effort, indeed!" The redhead nods to the half oruch skald. "We talk to the Altheans, we talk to the officers, we look about the town. Then we thing and end the trouble?" He gestures to Ulthan, "Yes. The dastardly will seek the shelter of fog or lesser light for their deeds. "We should look about the cemetary before dusk, too."

Burai glances at a few members of the party, weighing their words. Finally he offers, "I have no skill in speaking with those at the temple--" he begins. Perhaps also no interest...? "--or with more city guards. But I see why it should be done. I'll head to the cemetary and keep watch. We have hours yet before it grows dark," he notes.

"Just don't go *in*." Skyler suggests to Burai with a furrowed brow, "No telling if you'll trigger something. Sure, most grave robbers proably work at night, but that means doing a day-raid would be perfect because it's so unexpected!"

The square is really more of a round- strange that that seems to often be the case- but even more strictly speaking it's an oval stretch where the seven main roads in this small town converge at it's center. One road leads up a hill towards a large manor house that overlooks the town, lined with what appear to be residential properties. The next sports the smithy, right on the corner, that the guard mentioned leads to his favorite tavern. The next, on the left, winds away is temple row, so named because of the large temple to Althea at its terminus. Next is the road they traveled from the main gate. There appears to be a number of storehouses and general trades down the fifth road, a market row on the sixth, and finally another residential row running around the bottom of the hill the manor sits atop of.

Following the road to the temple the party see a couple of smaller places of worship- Dana and Ceinara both seem popular enough, but Althea is clearly the predominantly worshipped diety around here.

The Althean temple doors are open, with morning pressing on towards lunch time, the morning services have largely filed out but the temple welcomes visitors at all hours it seems. Besides which, they appear to be preparing alms for those in need of a hot bowl of stew but who lack the coin to pay for one.

Bryn has seen a few temples, but this is only the second to The Healer... which almost makes it the most temples for the same deity she's seen so far? "Ey!" She greets merrily those working, without intruding too much. Then she looks to the others. "Uh, is there somebody special we oughtta be talking to, 'ere?"

"I say grab the nearest person in Althean vestments and ask them." Skyler suggests with a squint as he considers the bard's question, "I mean, I don't think we were given a contact, but I might have slept through that part of the assignment briefing." He pauses, and glances around, "Eenie, Meanie, Minnie... Moe!" And he points at someone at random, walking up to them.

"Hi! We're from Alexandria City, sent regarding some grave robbers? Do you know anything, or know who we need to talk to?" He asks brightly, with his most charming smile.

Crik had a plan, rubbing his hands together in the chill. "... I will check the smithy and general store for any extra requests for shovels." He tells the party. "... and get a collapsible one." He points at his back, with its many layers of cloaks. "And-" At this point, he spots the line for alms. Distract. Distract. He looks away. "I will scout the shopkeeps. Grave robbing needs specialized supplies, surely they know if anyone purchased them." And he is off hopping.

Ulthan chases after his friend in his swaddle of cloaks, just in case that the merchantz prefer seeing a human face accost them of selling shovels to graverobbers...

The deft equestrian dismounts and bows to the habitual persons and frockly gents, "Warm mornings and an everful reserve of fire peat, good Altheans!" The swashbuckler already approaches the clergy so he waits. There is a moment of squinty eyed doubt at what may be thanked next, but Hagg must wait here while the doge whines softly, almost inaudibly. There is one good about the absence of snow here: they will not need a Vardamax Groundiron to defrost the soil. Not that a little town like Ronda would have such a tool. He waves to the birbman, "Stay on your claws, please." Then, "Thank you, Master Ulthan."

The one picked out looks up from their work and offers a smile. "Oh, how are the roads? I heard you've had awful weather that way." they offer. "Ahhh... that." the young man frowns. "The militia had a tracker look into it, but his hounds couldn't turn anything up. The tracks just... vanish into thin air, apparently." he offers. "Quite scary, if you ask me. I suppose that's why they've sent for adventurers. The cemetery is closed to visitors until it gets sorted out, but I can fetch the gate key." he offers.

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GAME: Crik rolls diplomacy: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL)
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Crik's enquiries are met with open suspicion at the general store- The chap in charge, a balding older fellow with a puffy red nose doesn't /quite/ accuse Crik of being the grave robber himself, but certainly doesn't trust his credentials as an adventurer.

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GAME: Ulthan rolls diplomac: (8)+diplomac: 8

<OOC> Ulthan says, "I have +4, so that'd be 12..."
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"Fairly unpleasant, yes." Skyler says, bouncing his head in a rueful nod. As he talks, he straightens his shoulders, his accent getting closer to that of the clergy, with a certain... poshness? That wasn't there before. "I admit, your lovely town is quite nice after the snow and general disturbance of Alexandros this time of year." He pauses, and adds, "Has there been any inventory of what's been taken, or perhaps a list of graves that were disturbed? Maybe there's a pattern."

"From what I gather, the bodies have been dug up completely." The man says then, "And all were soldiers in life." he adds then. "It's a tradtion- or was, it's not so common anymore- for soldiers who died fighting to be buried with their arms and armour, whenever they could." he explains. "Some are worried that there's a necromancer in our midst, but it could as well be brigands after better arms than they can get their hands on otherwise." he says then. "I'll say, though, it's put a pall over the town, either way is not good news. And the rest of the dead ought to be sacred, even to brigands."

Crik was actually offended that he was being mistaken for a grave robber. He was very proud of his job! "... always the same, always the same outside the aerie..." He mutters as he heads towards the rest of the party. "... always think of us nothing but grave robbers..." Then he spots the rest of the group and straightens up, falling into the line. "Many people pay for good corpse, not just necromancers." He points out. "The snow is good at covering tracks, if the soil is not frozen."

Ulthan has a bit more succeess allaying the suspicions of the general store, and he says he sells a fair number of shovels year round. Doesn't think he's sold more than usual lately, but does give a list of people he can remember selling shovels to in the last couple of weeks. There's Garv Miller, who as the name implies, is a Miller who lives outside the town proper. Yanos Merfyn who's an older chap who lives down in lower residential. And Hetty Janos, who's one of the groundskeepers up at the manor house.

Bryn scowls, even if she knew why they were coming up here. "Ain' right stealin fromma dead. Not like that, anyways. The thievin' goin on at night?" she asks, hoping to confirm what they're probably thinking. "Won't be no more thievin with us onna watch, though." She adds to reassure.

"Was it immediately people's graves that've been dug up, or is there a pet cemetery that's seen disturbances?" Skyler asks, brow furrowed, "Or maybe pets going missing?" He glances over at the others, nodding slowly to Bryn, "Ain't like the crew I ran with. They were pirates and ne'er do wells, but they respected the Gods. And yes, we would like that key."

Crik turns his head towards Skyler. "The pirates that definitely did not use this road?" He asks the sky-pirate, then looks blankly ahead of him. Maybe his tail was wagging side to side slightly.

"People." is the reply from the priest, then a pause, and then he continues. "We don't usually bury pets or livestock. Now and then someone will be buried with their hound or somesuch, if they died near the same time, but for the most part pets and the like are cremated. Or folks bury them in their yards if they have them, often as not." he offers to Skyler's enquiry. Bryn's assurance gets a grateful smile, and then he nods at Sky again and heads off to go fetch the key.

Haggerty comments, "The roads between here and Alexandria are marvelous, Good Priest! Travel was a joy, though the downwind in the mountains was a trifle too warm. My fellow travelers do disagree, though." He chuckles throws a gold into the alm box. He leans to the tiny bulldog and the dark fellow raises his head like a prize horse to waddle to where the horse's reins hang, snag them and begin a trundle to the behooving parking lot and toss the straps over the beam. Only Leif does not quite play along! Now the snorfling, grunting and awkwardly eying pug hangs by his teeth from the reigns while the warhorse snorts. Was that a laugh? (Burai can easily confirm.) The wizard blinks, marches over to grasp the individual transport's steering device, gently pats the white friend's flank, retrieves the apologetic looking pug, and parks the mount properly. Then he is right back with, Bryn, Skyler and the shifter oruch. "Key. Perfect! Thank you. Can we show the key to the guard officers and that will tell them we have your blessing, Diligent Althean?" Hagg cants his head which causes a waterfall of those red braids, "Is a guard dog or man trailer not worthy of the same treatment, particularly when with the guard?" His voice is friendly, but there is a faint edge to the wizard's words.

Skyler says, “Proper funeral rites are expensive, Haggarty." Skyler says with a frown, glancing over at the priest apologetically, "I think we've asked all the questions we can. Maybe we should go see if the... Druid?... has turned up anything from his investigation?"

Crik is ignored. After all, the rogue *did* say he was trying to be inconspicuous, right?”

The corvid rogue holds his beak open - and then after a moment, shuts it. He too, remembers he was supposed to be inconspicuous. A completely unrelated flying thought. Crik pulls more hoods over his head.

The man pauses looks at Haggarty slightly reproachfully, "You could say the same for the ones we eat for meat. It's not that we don't honour them, we just honor them in their own way. Lots of people keep the ashes of their hounds or horses at home." he says then. Another pause, "The guards don't already know you're here? It... should be fine, but I can send a page down to let them know you'll be on your way." he says, before finally heading off to fetch the promised graveyard key.

Once so fetched, the party and the page are sent off. The graveyard itself is within the pallisade walls, following a winding trail down away from and behind the temple- at a remove, but still within view, and has a wrought iron fence about it. There's another bored looking guardsman here, and the page introduces the adventurers before heading back up the path. The guard offers them a nod of acknowledgement and allows them access to the graveyard to go about their investigation.

The graveyard is dominated by a huge oak- leafless for the time being, with it being winter. Several more leafless oaks twist their way towards the sky, as well as a number of bushes and a handful of evergreen trees. Green buds hint at flowers to come in the spring. The paths are well looked after, and the grass is geen. Overall, a lovely little graveyard. In the corner, on a raised earthen mound, there is a squat mausoleum bearing the local nobilities heraldry in graven countenance, its heavy wood and brazed doors polished brightly.

A couple of the graves are conspicuously empty- headstones still in place.

Haggerty smirks, but that cannot last. "I know, Master Sky. But the kind lives and risks their life for all of us. Living to be eaten is similar but feels much different?" He shoulder pats the derring scimitarist, smooches the sulking dogster and thanks the priest who is already gone. They are the one primarily addressed, but the pale man wanted to get that out.

A small shape made of earth and stone emerges from the ground in front of the cemetary as the party nears. "grrrAAAAH!!"

It seems to waver and then changes into...Burai, kneeling on one knee and panting a few breaths of air. Then he rises to his full height. "...greetings," he offers. He looks at the party and seems ready to ask a question, or two...or three. But then changes his mind and instead blurts, "There's something -under- the graveyard."

Bryn starts at the earth squirming. She's had a bad experience with an excremental or two. When it coalesces into the halfsy, though, she relaxes ad shoots a tusky grin. "Ey." Pause. A blink. "Wait, somethin UNDER it?! What kinda somethin?"

Ulthan says, “under? Caves, catacombs? Probably, and hopefully, not sewers...”

"... ancient cursed ruins." Crik says - though it was hard not to notice the glee under his typically gloomy bass like tone. He picks up his notepad and starts sketching furiously, before hopping back and forth, as if trying to stomp onto the ground. "Anyone feel as if the ground were hoilow underneath them?"

Ulthan says, “I don't think it'd be this close to surface, or they would have turned them into catacombs, instead of just digging into the surface...”

Haggerty brings his brows to a join, nods a few times. "Stationary or mobile, size? What did it sound or smell like, please? If it moved, did it move fast? Did you notice tunnels, please?" The Aesir looks alarmed and the allblack mini-pal raises a bent ear as much as sniffle-snortles.

"Oh, you already said ruins. Errm, I do not. I could summon a few friends and get them to digging, but I doubt they would enjoy. They are from the holy planes, after all."

Burai pauses at the questions. "I, ah...that is, I couldn't see that well," he admits. "It was my first time underground. But...it was made of stone. Made, and not formed of time or of nature," he stresses the words. "At least as large as the graveyard itself, and quite deep. A structure. Of some sort." He glances at the cemetary and the nearest graves. "I didn't find an entrance, but as I said, I wasn't able to see completely..."

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Beyond the Pale 1

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Thurid: Created page with "<blockquote> <OOC> Thurid says, "This will be a Death Consent plot, that means you can die or suffer lasting deleterious effects such as ability drain, negative levels etc. Everyone gets one free reroll per scene. Reroll should be declared before the results of the roll are. Please let us know if you're going AFK, especially during combat. If that's all good, I'll get us started." </blockquote> Sendor is one of Alexandria's neighbours, but that doesn't mean the journey..."

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<OOC> Thurid says, "This will be a Death Consent plot, that means you can die or suffer lasting deleterious effects such as ability drain, negative levels etc. Everyone gets one free reroll per scene. Reroll should be declared before the results of the roll are. Please let us know if you're going AFK, especially during combat. If that's all good, I'll get us started."
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Sendor is one of Alexandria's neighbours, but that doesn't mean the journey is especially quick- particularly at this time of year, and with the unnaturally continuous snowfall in Alexandria of late. It's a long road north, but a well traveled one at least, and so well patrolled and maintained- no churned mud, but gravel and cobbles beaten hard and level by centuries of footfalls. Even so, it's a few days travel- the guild has provided the party with the use of a wagon for it, as well as a driver, though they are welcome to use their own transportation if they have it. Plenty of time to get to know each other- or grow sick of each other, as the case may be.

The last few miles of the journey have been through sprawling fields and vinyards. Though Sendor boasts a mild clime and has been spared the unnnatural snowfall, it is still winter so there are no fruits or grains to be seen in the fields, though there are pasturing livestock and hardy winter vegetables. It's mid morning on the third day of travel that they arrive at the wooden pallisade walls of Ronda- a small town, but even small towns in the Myrrish kingdoms have seen their share of war in the last few decades and so most of them sport stout defenses in this day and age. The wagon driver makes his way to a coach house near the main gate, open but manned by a couple of town militia with pikes, gambesons and round rimmed half helms.

Burai spends the better part of most days in the form of a large eagle, gliding in large circles in the air over the wagon and occasionally ahead or behind on their route. He takes time to land occasionally on the wagon and utter a few words in passable speech, with just a tinge of avian shrillness. But for the most part he doesn't seem very talkative, even after he has returned to his normal half-oruch form in evenings or on breaks.

Ulthan trudges alongside the wagon, but with his gear mostly stowed, his long stride keeping pace with the conveyance while he keeps watch in case something popped up.

Hisnd as always, an unthreatening bundle of cloaks, rags and a sack was huddled in the corner of one of the caravans, quietly mumbling by itself. Occasionally a cloaked beak peeks out, but then it is back to studying whichever... whichever random bundles of cloaks and rags do. At some point it would have become clear to everyone that it was just the corvid egalrin, Crik, pretending to be unassuming cargo for some reason.

"Are we there yet?" Skyler asks, waking up from a nap as the wagon comes to a stop at the main gate, blinking sleep out of his pale grey-green eyes. He's been uncharacteristically quiet as they entered the Myrrish kingdoms, his usual thoughtless prattle having an edge that would almost be brooding if it were someone with a reputation for actual thought. He straightens up with a yawn that sends arms up above his head, and turns to poke the unassuming cargo. "Hey, I think we're here." Beat. And he looks sheepish, "Oops. I forgot you're pretending to be luggage." He coughs, and says loudly, "I think we're here! We should all really look away from our luggage to make sure though!"

Bryn is keen to seeing new things, and getting paid for it just makes it even better. The oruch doesn't mind the walking (she's used to it) and easily passes the time fixing her eye on things, asking about them, talking about other things she's seen, or idling humming to herself. "Whatcha think we're gonna find next?" she asks no one in particular.

Haggerty is astride on his mount Leif, a fiery yet nimble white warhorse with slightly larger hooves than Southern and Vast counterparts. Military saddle and heraldic cloth with a medium blue and silvery half. In a front saddlebag is the little black dog who accompanies the Stormgardian. Both seem joyous at the beautiful weather which has the redhead break out in song to describe the laden, bare branches, frost mired everything, frozen waters and coniferous needliness, visible breaths, et cetera. The pug sometimes whinesle-yowls along, not too much worse than the merry Aesir. His horse is fast and well guided, but the pale rider stops by roadside shrines to pray and leave little thanks to the Mistress of Civilization and Cooperation. his changes when the weather changes and it becomes damp, mild and weirdly warm. The wizard does not quite complain, but gone is the cheer most of the time. The sight of the town is welcomed with a little orison to She who Lances.

Hagg chuckles, "There're the walls and the good folk who guard them!" To the pikey bunch, "Hail guardsfolk!"

Burai has returned to his normal two-legged form and is walking next to the wagon as it approaches the coach house. He glances at Hagg and then says in a lowered voice to the rest of the party. "We'll have to make our way to the cemetary and decide what to do next. And," he adds, eyeing the guards. "If this village is like the others I have been to, I expect one of us will have to explain ourselves and seek out those who sent for us. " He pauses and then adds slowly, "And not in the order. For any of that."

The guards seem more bored than anything- the road is less busy in the winter months, and so they eyeball the arriving ragtag group as much because it's something to break up the day as out of any actual suspicion. "Hail, friends." one of them calls out to the group. "What brings you to Ronda?" he asks a moment later. The other has his pike in the crook of his elbow, which he leans on. Both seem quite relaxed.

"Ey!" Bryn waves to back to the guards (that were returning a greeting already). "'Eard ye had some trouble with robbers. Grave robbers. So we're 'ere ta keepa lookout over yer ancestors 'n all. Let 'em rest in peace. Like they should."

The bundle of baggage does not respond to the kicking. Then after a moment a quiet, deep bass like voice replies to Skyler. "The art of deception is to not draw attention, it is not to draw attention to how you are not drawing attention." He patiently explains.

And in a sudden flurry of cloaks he hops off the wagon and sidles behind the far taller members of his party.

"Well you were fairly obvious." Skyler says a touch sulkily as he adjusts the baldric holding his curved blade into place. He sniffs, jumps off, and joins the larger members of the party himself. He seems content to let the others take the lead for once.

Haggerty smiles brightly and wipes some moisture from the brim of his dapper pointy hat, "Rest, tales and good spiced wine, I hoped, but not. We are here at the behest of you and the other Rondites, Rondorians?" Ahum. The freckled man clears his breath, "We offer to land our hands.. What the lady ministrel said.." The doge looks up with his big black eyes, snorfles, headsinks. Briefly, there was something about bones? Nope, not the tasty gnawy kind! Hagg says lowly to Burai, "Very astute. Thank you for the council." To nobody in particular, the man of many braids mutters, "See, this is what you get when you do not put the dead on a proper boat and burn them, or into a hill with a big rock to keep the grave shut..."

Ulthan nods to the guards, seeing a familiar position in keeping the village or compound safe, but doesn't really add in, since everyone else is busy gabbing already. He is no skald, nor an orator, so he'll keep quiet until there's something that needs to be said.

The guardsman who replied to the hail ahs and nods his head seriously, "Grim business, that. I know times is hard every winter, but digging up the long buried? That's nasty work." he complains and then shakes his head. The other one pipes up, finally, "You're from the guild, then? How was the road? Heard you've been getting no end of snow down south." after a moment, time for them to reply to the pleasantries, the first guard pipes up again. "You'll be wanting to head to the watch house on temple row, then. Follow the main road to the square, then head left. There's a big temple to Althea at the end of the row- can't miss it. Guard house is the big building with the red roof, it'll be on your left, about... what, hundred yards down?" he offers, turning to his colleague for confirmation. He shrugs, "'bout that, yeah. They got the sign, too. Countess's coat of arms, like what we're wearing." he says and thumbs the emblem on his own Gambeson.

Crik's beak droops - he had put a lot of effort into being disguised as a sack of potatoes! Then his head perks up. "... I will do better next time." He tells Skyler and listens on in. He neatly hides more behind Ulthan, before he leans around. "... there are no outstanding bounties, yes? Wanted posters on the wall are seasons old?" Just asking for a friend.

Bryn turns her eye up the road when the guardman explains and nods back. "Got it. Thanks! After we get that figgered, there a good tavern 'ere fer celebratin at?" No reason they have to trek all the way back before maintaining work-life balance and all.

"Potatoes have eyes, not beaks." Skyler says, turning to pat the raven on the shoulder soothingly. "Don't worry, you can practice on the way home."

But then the rogue is asking about bounties, and he winces. "Good question." He mutters, and turns back to the rest of the party. He listens to the guard's explanation, nodding along. At the question on the roads, he says, "Road's were surprisingly clear. Last time I passed this way, there were pirates, but they've seemed to have moved on."

"Praise the Knightly Maiden! The roads are excellent enough to stop by the roadside shrines and beseech She who guards Wellbeing of all enlightened Folk!" He smiles again, solidly echoed by the fervor in his blue eyes. He fistbumps over his heart, hears the rustle of canine claws on the saddle in front of him, feels the little kick to his thigh which nets a calming headpat for the little friend. The wizard stage whispers without much talent, make that an unreflected or subconscious effort, "We cannot really ask for money until we have confirmed the locals can afford to pay, right?"

Ulthan ehs at mention of pirates, hadn't heard that tale before. He opens his gobbo-made notepad and jots down a note about that tidbit of this route. Working hard to have the lay of the land and every route for when he gets to start his messenger guild to run messages all around Alexandria for those who can't afford the Royal couriers...

The Guard grins at the question, "Now those, we have plenty of. Ronda might be small, but we have some of the finest vinyards in all of Myrr. My hole of choice is the Hen and Moon- from the square, pass the smithy, second right." he offers cheerily. With directions dispensed and intentions stated, the guards wave the adventurers on into the town. It's a fairly lively place, most of the buildings are stonebuilt- perhaps a luxury, but then the terrain in the vicinity is not heavily forested but the farmland surrounds were broken up by the odd limestone quarry the party saw on their journey, so perhaps wood is a rarer resource in these parts. But just because they are stone, doesn't mean they are drab. Most are brilliantly whitewashed, with colourful clay tiled roofs.

Burai nods akwardly to the guards, then turns and heads into the town. He has to glance back occasionally to make sure he's not going the wrong way or otherwise accidentally separating himself from the party. The half-oruch also eyes a few of the buildings they pass with a sense of wonder...but others with an air of wariness. What makes him like some and not others? Difficult to say. As they draw out of earshot of the guards, Burai begins speaking to the party again. "Are you all going to the tavern...?"

"After, I think." Skyler says with a shrug, "It's not terribly professional to celebrate a good job until *after* the job is finished, eh?" That to Bryn, raising an eyebrow at her consideringly.

The Swashbuckler seems to have no clever commentary on the village, and surprisingly enough doesn't seem to view the colorful buildings as anything out of the ordinary. Then again, he *does* have a faintly Myrrish accent, so maybe he's familiar with the place!

“Alright!" Bryn throws up a metal fist in the air. "Le's get goin!" she encourages and looks to the others. The tavern is tempting. Really tempting, but she did say it was for celebrating. And Skyler's right. She nods. "Ye, we go there. But after crackin thief skulls, ey?" Either way, they need to head up the road, so she starts walking. "Quicker we do that, quicker we can get to celebratin."

"... sometimes being drunk before grave digging makes it easier." Crik says, already taking notes. He was sketching out the layout of the city quickly - measuring distances, noting alleys, occasionally drawing a big box for boring buildings like the taverns, and then noting also any smaller openings. "Do we have a plan yet?"

Ulthan says, “I doubt anyone would be so out of their mind as doing the grave-robbing in bright daylight, so we might drop by at tavern after we let the Temple know we're here to catch the grave-robbers, and not join themn... And get as much coffee as we can hold while we wait for night-time... Unelss anyone else is up to reconnoiter the place before we stumble around it in the dark?"”

Haggerty throws his hat in the air, catches it, put it back on with a slightly more dashing tilt. He then points at the big thing in a sack which has been fastened to the saddlebags, "We will make merry later, so let us get on with the effort, indeed!" The redhead nods to the half oruch skald. "We talk to the Altheans, we talk to the officers, we look about the town. Then we thing and end the trouble?" He gestures to Ulthan, "Yes. The dastardly will seek the shelter of fog or lesser light for their deeds. "We should look about the cemetary before dusk, too."

Burai glances at a few members of the party, weighing their words. Finally he offers, "I have no skill in speaking with those at the temple--" he begins. Perhaps also no interest...? "--or with more city guards. But I see why it should be done. I'll head to the cemetary and keep watch. We have hours yet before it grows dark," he notes.

"Just don't go *in*." Skyler suggests to Burai with a furrowed brow, "No telling if you'll trigger something. Sure, most grave robbers proably work at night, but that means doing a day-raid would be perfect because it's so unexpected!"

The square is really more of a round- strange that that seems to often be the case- but even more strictly speaking it's an oval stretch where the seven main roads in this small town converge at it's center. One road leads up a hill towards a large manor house that overlooks the town, lined with what appear to be residential properties. The next sports the smithy, right on the corner, that the guard mentioned leads to his favorite tavern. The next, on the left, winds away is temple row, so named because of the large temple to Althea at its terminus. Next is the road they traveled from the main gate. There appears to be a number of storehouses and general trades down the fifth road, a market row on the sixth, and finally another residential row running around the bottom of the hill the manor sits atop of.

Following the road to the temple the party see a couple of smaller places of worship- Dana and Ceinara both seem popular enough, but Althea is clearly the predominantly worshipped diety around here.

The Althean temple doors are open, with morning pressing on towards lunch time, the morning services have largely filed out but the temple welcomes visitors at all hours it seems. Besides which, they appear to be preparing alms for those in need of a hot bowl of stew but who lack the coin to pay for one.

Bryn has seen a few temples, but this is only the second to The Healer... which almost makes it the most temples for the same deity she's seen so far? "Ey!" She greets merrily those working, without intruding too much. Then she looks to the others. "Uh, is there somebody special we oughtta be talking to, 'ere?"

"I say grab the nearest person in Althean vestments and ask them." Skyler suggests with a squint as he considers the bard's question, "I mean, I don't think we were given a contact, but I might have slept through that part of the assignment briefing." He pauses, and glances around, "Eenie, Meanie, Minnie... Moe!" And he points at someone at random, walking up to them.

"Hi! We're from Alexandria City, sent regarding some grave robbers? Do you know anything, or know who we need to talk to?" He asks brightly, with his most charming smile.

Crik had a plan, rubbing his hands together in the chill. "... I will check the smithy and general store for any extra requests for shovels." He tells the party. "... and get a collapsible one." He points at his back, with its many layers of cloaks. "And-" At this point, he spots the line for alms. Distract. Distract. He looks away. "I will scout the shopkeeps. Grave robbing needs specialized supplies, surely they know if anyone purchased them." And he is off hopping.

Ulthan chases after his friend in his swaddle of cloaks, just in case that the merchantz prefer seeing a human face accost them of selling shovels to graverobbers...

The deft equestrian dismounts and bows to the habitual persons and frockly gents, "Warm mornings and an everful reserve of fire peat, good Altheans!" The swashbuckler already approaches the clergy so he waits. There is a moment of squinty eyed doubt at what may be thanked next, but Hagg must wait here while the doge whines softly, almost inaudibly. There is one good about the absence of snow here: they will not need a Vardamax Groundiron to defrost the soil. Not that a little town like Ronda would have such a tool. He waves to the birbman, "Stay on your claws, please." Then, "Thank you, Master Ulthan."

The one picked out looks up from their work and offers a smile. "Oh, how are the roads? I heard you've had awful weather that way." they offer. "Ahhh... that." the young man frowns. "The militia had a tracker look into it, but his hounds couldn't turn anything up. The tracks just... vanish into thin air, apparently." he offers. "Quite scary, if you ask me. I suppose that's why they've sent for adventurers. The cemetery is closed to visitors until it gets sorted out, but I can fetch the gate key." he offers.

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GAME: Crik rolls diplomacy: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL)
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Crik's enquiries are met with open suspicion at the general store- The chap in charge, a balding older fellow with a puffy red nose doesn't /quite/ accuse Crik of being the grave robber himself, but certainly doesn't trust his credentials as an adventurer.

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GAME: Ulthan rolls diplomac: (8)+diplomac: 8

<OOC> Ulthan says, "I have +4, so that'd be 12..."
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"Fairly unpleasant, yes." Skyler says, bouncing his head in a rueful nod. As he talks, he straightens his shoulders, his accent getting closer to that of the clergy, with a certain... poshness? That wasn't there before. "I admit, your lovely town is quite nice after the snow and general disturbance of Alexandros this time of year." He pauses, and adds, "Has there been any inventory of what's been taken, or perhaps a list of graves that were disturbed? Maybe there's a pattern."

"From what I gather, the bodies have been dug up completely." The man says then, "And all were soldiers in life." he adds then. "It's a tradtion- or was, it's not so common anymore- for soldiers who died fighting to be buried with their arms and armour, whenever they could." he explains. "Some are worried that there's a necromancer in our midst, but it could as well be brigands after better arms than they can get their hands on otherwise." he says then. "I'll say, though, it's put a pall over the town, either way is not good news. And the rest of the dead ought to be sacred, even to brigands."

Crik was actually offended that he was being mistaken for a grave robber. He was very proud of his job! "... always the same, always the same outside the aerie..." He mutters as he heads towards the rest of the party. "... always think of us nothing but grave robbers..." Then he spots the rest of the group and straightens up, falling into the line. "Many people pay for good corpse, not just necromancers." He points out. "The snow is good at covering tracks, if the soil is not frozen."

Ulthan has a bit more succeess allaying the suspicions of the general store, and he says he sells a fair number of shovels year round. Doesn't think he's sold more than usual lately, but does give a list of people he can remember selling shovels to in the last couple of weeks. There's Garv Miller, who as the name implies, is a Miller who lives outside the town proper. Yanos Merfyn who's an older chap who lives down in lower residential. And Hetty Janos, who's one of the groundskeepers up at the manor house.

Bryn scowls, even if she knew why they were coming up here. "Ain' right stealin fromma dead. Not like that, anyways. The thievin' goin on at night?" she asks, hoping to confirm what they're probably thinking. "Won't be no more thievin with us onna watch, though." She adds to reassure.

"Was it immediately people's graves that've been dug up, or is there a pet cemetery that's seen disturbances?" Skyler asks, brow furrowed, "Or maybe pets going missing?" He glances over at the others, nodding slowly to Bryn, "Ain't like the crew I ran with. They were pirates and ne'er do wells, but they respected the Gods. And yes, we would like that key."

Crik turns his head towards Skyler. "The pirates that definitely did not use this road?" He asks the sky-pirate, then looks blankly ahead of him. Maybe his tail was wagging side to side slightly.

"People." is the reply from the priest, then a pause, and then he continues. "We don't usually bury pets or livestock. Now and then someone will be buried with their hound or somesuch, if they died near the same time, but for the most part pets and the like are cremated. Or folks bury them in their yards if they have them, often as not." he offers to Skyler's enquiry. Bryn's assurance gets a grateful smile, and then he nods at Sky again and heads off to go fetch the key.

Haggerty comments, "The roads between here and Alexandria are marvelous, Good Priest! Travel was a joy, though the downwind in the mountains was a trifle too warm. My fellow travelers do disagree, though." He chuckles throws a gold into the alm box. He leans to the tiny bulldog and the dark fellow raises his head like a prize horse to waddle to where the horse's reins hang, snag them and begin a trundle to the behooving parking lot and toss the straps over the beam. Only Leif does not quite play along! Now the snorfling, grunting and awkwardly eying pug hangs by his teeth from the reigns while the warhorse snorts. Was that a laugh? (Burai can easily confirm.) The wizard blinks, marches over to grasp the individual transport's steering device, gently pats the white friend's flank, retrieves the apologetic looking pug, and parks the mount properly. Then he is right back with, Bryn, Skyler and the shifter oruch. "Key. Perfect! Thank you. Can we show the key to the guard officers and that will tell them we have your blessing, Diligent Althean?" Hagg cants his head which causes a waterfall of those red braids, "Is a guard dog or man trailer not worthy of the same treatment, particularly when with the guard?" His voice is friendly, but there is a faint edge to the wizard's words.

Skyler says, “Proper funeral rites are expensive, Haggarty." Skyler says with a frown, glancing over at the priest apologetically, "I think we've asked all the questions we can. Maybe we should go see if the... Druid?... has turned up anything from his investigation?"

Crik is ignored. After all, the rogue *did* say he was trying to be inconspicuous, right?”

The corvid rogue holds his beak open - and then after a moment, shuts it. He too, remembers he was supposed to be inconspicuous. A completely unrelated flying thought. Crik pulls more hoods over his head.

The man pauses looks at Haggarty slightly reproachfully, "You could say the same for the ones we eat for meat. It's not that we don't honour them, we just honor them in their own way. Lots of people keep the ashes of their hounds or horses at home." he says then. Another pause, "The guards don't already know you're here? It... should be fine, but I can send a page down to let them know you'll be on your way." he says, before finally heading off to fetch the promised graveyard key.

Once so fetched, the party and the page are sent off. The graveyard itself is within the pallisade walls, following a winding trail down away from and behind the temple- at a remove, but still within view, and has a wrought iron fence about it. There's another bored looking guardsman here, and the page introduces the adventurers before heading back up the path. The guard offers them a nod of acknowledgement and allows them access to the graveyard to go about their investigation.

<OOC> Ulthan says, "I mean, if I was trying to convince people to join my Cult, I'd make the graveyard cheery, and have remembrances for all the fallen... Unless the cult is really just collection of Goths, being all doom and gloom works worse than joy and happiness... Honey and vinegar and nats, yo. :D"

The graveyard is dominated by a huge oak- leafless for the time being, with it being winter. Several more leafless oaks twist their way towards the sky, as well as a number of bushes and a handful of evergreen trees. Green buds hint at flowers to come in the spring. The paths are well looked after, and the grass is geen. Overall, a lovely little graveyard. In the corner, on a raised earthen mound, there is a squat mausoleum bearing the local nobilities heraldry in graven countenance, its heavy wood and brazed doors polished brightly.

A couple of the graves are conspicuously empty- headstones still in place.

Haggerty smirks, but that cannot last. "I know, Master Sky. But the kind lives and risks their life for all of us. Living to be eaten is similar but feels much different?" He shoulder pats the derring scimitarist, smooches the sulking dogster and thanks the priest who is already gone. They are the one primarily addressed, but the pale man wanted to get that out.

A small shape made of earth and stone emerges from the ground in front of the cemetary as the party nears. "grrrAAAAH!!"

It seems to waver and then changes into...Burai, kneeling on one knee and panting a few breaths of air. Then he rises to his full height. "...greetings," he offers. He looks at the party and seems ready to ask a question, or two...or three. But then changes his mind and instead blurts, "There's something -under- the graveyard."

Bryn starts at the earth squirming. She's had a bad experience with an excremental or two. When it coalesces into the halfsy, though, she relaxes ad shoots a tusky grin. "Ey." Pause. A blink. "Wait, somethin UNDER it?! What kinda somethin?"

Ulthan says, “under? Caves, catacombs? Probably, and hopefully, not sewers...”

"... ancient cursed ruins." Crik says - though it was hard not to notice the glee under his typically gloomy bass like tone. He picks up his notepad and starts sketching furiously, before hopping back and forth, as if trying to stomp onto the ground. "Anyone feel as if the ground were hoilow underneath them?"

Ulthan says, “I don't think it'd be this close to surface, or they would have turned them into catacombs, instead of just digging into the surface...”

Haggerty brings his brows to a join, nods a few times. "Stationary or mobile, size? What did it sound or smell like, please? If it moved, did it move fast? Did you notice tunnels, please?" The Aesir looks alarmed and the allblack mini-pal raises a bent ear as much as sniffle-snortles.

"Oh, you already said ruins. Errm, I do not. I could summon a few friends and get them to digging, but I doubt they would enjoy. They are from the holy planes, after all."

Burai pauses at the questions. "I, ah...that is, I couldn't see that well," he admits. "It was my first time underground. But...it was made of stone. Made, and not formed of time or of nature," he stresses the words. "At least as large as the graveyard itself, and quite deep. A structure. Of some sort." He glances at the cemetary and the nearest graves. "I didn't find an entrance, but as I said, I wasn't able to see completely..."

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2025-02-04T15:54:52Z

Thurid: /* February */

Grim Deeds 2

2025-02-04T15:47:10Z

Thurid: Created page with "It was a long cold winter day. Sunless sky, casting everything grey. Long cold tracks in the road that had not seen a cart in months. Bright red berries on the bushes being picked upon by birds- The journey to the so called Manor of Umbergloom was uneventful. The Umbergloom, a well known sizeable forest in this region, was easy to find. None of the locals however, knew anyone who lived in the forest though, in a manor of all things - so for that, the given map gave s..."

It was a long cold winter day.

Sunless sky, casting everything grey. Long cold tracks in the road that had not seen a cart in months. Bright red berries on the bushes being picked upon by birds-

The journey to the so called Manor of Umbergloom was uneventful. The Umbergloom, a well known sizeable forest in this region, was easy to find. None of the locals however, knew anyone who lived in the forest though, in a manor of all things - so for that, the given map gave straightforward directions. Yes, there was a long wide road leading towards their destination.

An uneventful ride. Occasional turns, cliffs and ridges broke the monotony. The change in the forest's ambience was then quite abrupt. At one step, a peaceful, winter forest - on the second, the trees seemed as if they had given their last, the wind has grown a new kind of chill and those bright berries picked upon by birds, were nothing but black dots jostled by few mocking crows.

The Manor of Umbergloom was just ahead, nestled atop a hill. The manor looked decrepit and the gates were already hanging open, leading into the snow filled courtyard. Tall wooden doors with an elaborate head for a knocker loomed ahead. No light from the boarded up windows. If there were any plants before the snow, they were surely happy to be long gone.

"Are we there yet?"

"Are we theeereee yet?"

"Aaaree wee theeerrreee yeeeet?"

Such is the melodious chorus that Skyler serenaded the group with during the trip there, with brief interludes of being miserable about the cold. The only reprieve comes towards the end, where the ex-pirate pulls a grey rhomboid-shaped gem out of his pocket and lets it float in front of him with a rather cheery glow. It attempts to circle his head, but he holds up his hands to ping-pong it back and forth.

Once they arrive, he's one of the first to jump off the wagon they were given, drawing his sword while his little ioun torch circles his head. "Well this looks cheery, doesn't it? Reminds me of my Grand-ma'am's house, except she would have set attack dogs on us already."

Jarik was on his own two feet, thank you very much. He only made concession to ride once in a while, preferring to walk holes into his boots. Though if anything he seemed to enjoy the trip through the snowy woods, other than an occasional long-suffering glance cast Skyler's way.

Greywing spent most of his time airborne, the owl scouting from above and occasionally returning to Jarik to ride the oruch's shoulder for a bit before popping up into the air once more. This time though he landed on Skyler's head, trying to peck at the stone floating around like he had just discovered his new favorite game.

"Menacing manor in the middle of the woods that none of the locals think is inhabited. Sounds perfectly safe." He mutters, looking at the knockers on the door.

Culix has ridden her own horse. And despite being a goblin, she has elected for a full sized horse- her kind are well known for not being particularly fond of horses, and in Culix's case, the feeling seems mutual. Her mount is an ornery old mare who Culix seems to have trouble with throughout the ride. She's willful, and Culix is inexpert at riding her. But she does, at least, manage to stay in the saddle and avoid getting bitten or kicked in the times when she is dismounted.

She slows the horse to a stop as the manor comes into view, and she scratches her cheek through the cloth mask she wears over her lower face. "So, I asked around about these folks, and no one has heard much about them. Which is strange, if they're the landed sort, because I was asking folks who are usually pretty interested in what kind of trinkets landed sorts have." she tells the others. "So... probably ghosts." she adds a moment later. "Maybe vampires." she also suggests.

She climbs down off her horse, quite an ordeal, and hitches her to a likely looking sapling. She rubs her backside with one hand, "Hate riding." she complains again, shooting her horse a glare as though her sore backside is the horse's fault, and the horse farts in her general direction in reply.

Reithak had an uneventful ride out to the spooky manor in the woods. In fact, it was quite the chance to catch up on her knitting! Carver got a hat, Jarik got a hat, Skyler got a hat, Deathless got one!

"Oh thank goodness we're here, I really don't feel like making socks right now." Reithak chuckled.* "Real bright and inviting place, isn't it?"

Carver's limbic system is frayed after a journey with Skyler. She tried her best to bite back her disgruntled grunts, leading from the front while astride Deathless, shoulders trembling beneath her heavy mantle of furs and layered hide. She tried her best, and in the end, it doesn't even matter. Crows scatter as she whirls back to face the other.

"Iffin your eyes worked half as well as your bleedin' mouth, you could tell! Look aroun' yous, you see the change? How they didn't toss you overboard on the third day on bein' stuck in a stupid sky boat is a wonder when I'm at me wit's end on the first on the road."

Peace in the gloom, sister. She tosses her hands up in disgust as she slips off her horse, taking the reins in hand, muttered threats of bodily and spiritual harm given to prayer, irritably pulling and twisting at her gifted knitted hat.

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<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Anyone particularly magically nervous, feel free to roll k/arcana. ._."

GAME: Reithak rolls knowledge/arcana: (4)+6: 10

GAME: Culix rolls knowledge/arcana: (5)+6: 11

GAME: Skyler rolls perception: (6)+10: 16

GAME: Carver rolls perception: (20)+15: 35

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (8)+2+2: 12
</blockquote>

The courtyard was quite unimpressive, being covered in snow like that.

The manor itself looked suitably old. Not massive nor opulent, but sizeable. Two storied, big, sturdy stone construction, with tastefully detailed engravings. The wood looked thick and solid, not enough to punch through. The boarded windows had metal bars in front of them, preventing easy access. There was air of nobility and affluence, certainly, but the manor was not gaudy, more... just well constructed. Effective.

The knocker seemed to be the only splurge towards decoration, decipting a gargoyle with the ring hanging off its mouth. It was quite grim looking. There was no way to circle around the building either - tall thick fence kept the way off towards the back of the building.

Skyler ignores Carver, instead reaching up to scratch at Greywing's little owl chin where beak meets feather. Mostly to distract him from breaking his brand new ioun torch, although he is pretty fond of the witch's familiar. The only acknowledgement of the Ranger's frayed nerves? He tells Greywing, "Some people don't appreciate the finer things in life."

And despite Carver's disparaging of his eyes, he's able to see quite a bit. One hand goes to his Reithak-knitted hat (that was immediately put on) and the other shades his eyes to reduce the glare of the little floating torch as it circles in front of him. "Someone swept the steps of snow." He comments, "Probably the 'abandoned' mansion isn't quite so abandoned. Possibly golems programmed to basic housekeeping that didn't extend to the grounds?"

Culix doesn't draw her daggers yet as she heads along the path up towards the manor proper, and she looks about as they head up the path. "We'd need to climb the fence if we need to get into the grounds from here." she observes, mostly talking to herself. "I know they said the staff would be expecting us, but this place doesn't look like it's had living staff since I was in swaddling." she adds. She nods once at Skyler, "That was my thinking too. Golems. Despite what that geezer said, pretty sure he was a golem." she says.

She looks up towards the imposing double doors, "So. Do we knock? Bagsy not it." she says.

Greywing nips Skyler's finger in response to the attempts to distract the owl from his pecking at the stone, but at least the familiar's attention is on the finger now. Jarik's eyes flick to the steps but other voice the obvious lack of snow before he does. "Unless someone is just squatting here. Still good shelter from the cold." He mutters, pulling his cloak around him a little more.

"Knocking is as good an idea as any, unless we want to try to sneak in." There's a look to Skyler as he says that, dubiousness of a stealth option working writ plain across his face.

Reithak says, “Well, they did mention some people around this place. Being frustratingly vague about what exactly these guards were seems par for the course with this. Like the fact they didn't mention this whole place feels cursed." *Reithak shrugged.* "We could knock, up to you all. Can't remember how they said to handle these guards though."”

Carver tucks the hat into her belt, considering the building with a thoughtful frown. "I can get over the fence, but maybe it's one of those better to be direct situations. If I recall, the shady guy wanted us to be 'subtle'."

"I think we can all agree they didn't tell us half of what we should know." Skyler says briskly, and careful for the owl perched on his head moves towards the front door, "I'll knock and see what happens. Greywing, might want to back up, buddy." Beat. "Hoot hoot. Hoot hoot!" Just in case Greywing didn't understand his Tradespeak. Does he speak owl? No. But surely it's more about the tone, right?

He draws his sword with one hand, the other reaching for the knocker slowly as he waits to see if there's a pressure plate trap or something to smite him with much smiting.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "Can I check for traps?"

<OOC> Culix says, "Before Skyler checks for traps with his face."

GAME: Culix rolls perception+1: (1)+13+1: 15 (EPIC FAIL)
</blockquote>

The owl pecks the top of Skyler's head once, then flaps off toward Jarik where he forces himself inside the half-oruch's hood, deciding he's had enough of being out in the cold. Jarik sighs and adjusts his hood for his new shoulder-rider.

His hand disappears back into his cloak, nearing his own weapon if not drawing it quite yet.

Culix holds out a hand as Skyler goes to knock, and says, "One sec." before stepping up to the door and giving it a quick once over, first sliding her goggles up to peer at it, and then listening to it for any signs of ticking or clicking. "Alright, knock yourself out." she says and takes a few paces back away from the door.

The knocker no matter how impressive of a brass construction is, is heavy - but it barely makes a sound when Skyler knocks it onto the door. Before the mind can diverge into considering it did not work, one of the doors' tiny slits open slightly. A face clad in white fabric surveys the group in complete silence.

"Well, I do know some magic that'll make us invisible to people, but, I don't have enough to cover all of us. Not to mention whatever's in here might not see the way we do." *Reithak muses a ways back.*

<blockquote>
GAME: Culix rolls perception: (13)+13: 26

GAME: Reithak rolls perception: (1)+19: 20 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Skyler rolls perception: (10)+10: 20

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (15)+2+2: 19

GAME: Carver rolls perception: (3)+15: 18
</blockquote>

"We have an invitation, from a shared acquaintance." Carver says to the pale sliver she can see through the door. "If you coul' just open the door, or step back, we can slip it through to you."

"Quentin Graves and Lord-Captain Maximillian the Golem." Skyler offers helpfully on the tail of Carver's announcement, pale grey-green eyes utterly without original thought but full of charm as he grins, "We were sent to resolve some issues between Master Graves and the Guild of Arcane Appropriations."

Culix eyes the door, in particular, a spot partway down the door from where SKyler is presently talking to. She considers for a few moments, and then says, "Is that a crossbow or are you just happy to see us?" and thumbs towards the second, lower slot.

At the mention of a crossbow, Jarik directs his eyes to where Culix points, frowning. "Trusting lot." He murmurs under his breath, but he stays back letting the others do most of the chatting. Talking with people is not the forte of someone who likes to hang out alone in the woods.

The figure stands still for a moment - and then leans away. A moment later pair of fingers is reaching out from the slit, wagging lightly forward for the invitation. Despite being accused of being a sneaky assassin slash murderer, the second hole in the door stays quiet. It is very subtle and shy, the attention is only making it nervous!

Carver will do as she is asked, sliding it through. Not through the murder hole at least. For fear of being murdered by a bureaucrat. "Can't imagine how this place earned its name." Her exhaustion with this visit is tangible. "As yous can see, sealed by Mr. Grave himself, with proper introductions. Can you stop aiming at our belly now?"

Once the crossbow is pointed out, Skyler takes a step back, and helpfully raises his buckler-clad arm to where Culix is indicating. Boop. "Rude. Understandable, but rude. Not our fault Master Graves and his boyfriend didn't tell you we were coming."

Kept a semi safe distance away from the door, whistling quietly to herself. "All the papers should be in order, I think. Hope so!" Reithak chuckled.*

Culix rests her hands on her hips while the others handle the negotiations, and she seems to mirror Carver's impatience. "So are you going to let us in, or start a scrap? Either way, hurry it up. Freezing my unmentionables off out here." she complains.

The paper is taken away, and the slit is then shut off. A moment later, the other one is as well - and a minute passes without nothing happening. Left out in the cold?

The double doors then open wide. The party is welcomed inside by the figure - a butler, judging from the black smart clean clothes, white gloves - and oddly enough, white fabric over completely covering their head.

The entrance hall was complete opposite to the desolate gloom look outside. It was warmly lit, with bright candles and chandoliers; the house was obviously well kept with barely dust in sight. Warm red carpet covers the wooden floor (obviously a bit further in). Mahogany, marble, full sets of expensive looking armor for decoration - it was certainly an affluent household.

A set of double stairs led upstairs and there was a large door to the party's right. However, the butler has moved to gesture towards their left and the hallway leading around the corner. Ahead of them, the party could see in the dark another room, with large windows showing the snow covered garden.

Trying to look unbothered by this whole situation, Jarik stands at the rear of the group, looking decidedly disinterested in what's going on, while at the same time trying to remain keenly aware of the situation. No need to let the doorman know his guard is up.

But once the doors swing open he visibly eases with a small sigh and heads on in with the rest of the group.

He lets out a small whistle once inside, his eyes searching the area slowly. "Well, ain't this posh."

Carver steps in, and looks not where the butler gestures, but to the large doors on her right. She steps to the side to give others more room to crowd inside the surprisingly well-maintained and staffed manor for how else could it be so immaculate. Ghost maids at the Gloom Manor, don't be ridiculous.

Into the manor strides Skyler, pausing to kick snow and muck off his boots. Walking in, taking a moment to slowly spin and take in his surroundings... Something strange seems to come over the ex-pirate. His shoulders straighten up, posture almost text-book perfect as he squares shoulders and tilts his head *just* so.

It's almost like a different person, really. He reaches up and takes his floating torch-stone, tucking it into his jacket.

"'Ware the armor." He says, accent shifting slightly to something Myrrish and posh, "Oft times they are enchanted to guard. Why disturb the surroundings with living guards when enchanted armor can be both cheaper to upkeep and less inclined to gossip."

Culix shuffles in somewhjere near the rear of the pack, casting her gaze this way and that- taking in the immediate surroundings, looking out for anything that might have been that silvery glint she saw, as well as marking entrances and exits to the room. Maybe making a brief mental catalogue of valuables before she checks herself. She nods her agreement with Skyler's assessment, "Here's hoping we won't be bothered by 'em." she adds as she glances around. She takes particular note of the darker nooks and crannies where the candle light doesn't penetrate. Her own eyes seeing just fine in the dim.

Eventually she moves to head where the butler directs them.

Reithak joins the others in entering the manor, keeping to the back and taking a look around. "Well, if you can keep this place this nice inside, surprised the grounds need so much work." The egalrin shrugged. "Still, the sooner we sorth things out the better, I say."

Speaking of armors, one of the stands is notoriously empty.

The butler waits patiently for the adventurers to go ahead, before taking the rear. The hallway leads just around the corner - after passing yet another familiar looking armor - before the richness of the red carpet turns away into extremely luxuriant looking room. A long table greets them, its wooden polished to perfection, and incredibly soft looking chairs are pulled out for the party.

Piano was set up in the far back, with the pianist already seated.

The butler is joined by two others who were already busy setting down cutlery, cups and... warm tea, or perhaps coffee, as well as cookies. Everyone was dressed in that same style of clothing - black clean clothes, either white or black shirts - and heads completely covered in white facbric.

At the far end of the very long table, there were papers littered around, as well as partly open box.

he pianist starts to play.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Speaking of which, roll will!"

GAME: Carver rolls will: (2)+6: 8

<OOC> Skyler says, "Using Charmed Life"

GAME: Culix rolls will: (5)+4: 9

GAME: Jarik rolls will: (2)+5: 7

GAME: Skyler rolls will+3: (13)+3+3: 19

GAME: Reithak rolls will: (4)+6: 10
</blockquote>

Why am I sweating?

Carver wipes at her brow as she sits down, honeyed eyes shifting back and forth nervously. Fingertips play on her knees in awkward imitation of the music she can't see the pianist playing.

"Do you, perhaps, have oat milk?" Skyler asks the butler when they're presented with tea, coffee, and cookies. He politely takes a cookie, and begins to bring it to his mouth without even thinking about it before pausing and just politely pressing it against his lips to *pretend* to eat it. "I don't tolerate animal milk well."

To the others, he glances at the paperwork. "How likely do you think it will be in that pile? Seems too easy to me."

Culix marks each of the newcomers as they come into view with her beady eyes, wearing an expression of unveiled suspicion in the narrow glimpse of her face that is visible. She particularly eyes the food being laid out, "'preciate the offer but if it's all the same to... you..." she says, trailing off a bit as she looks around. She draws her arms around herself. "Let's... let's just hurry up and get this thing we're after, yeah?" she says.

Jarik moves to one of the seats, almost robotically. He reaches up as if to push his hood off his head, but then takes it in his fingers and tugs it forward a little bit more to conceal the worry he knows is etched on his expression. His eyes keep darting over to the piano player, only able to focus on the papers as they're mentioned. "Doubt it.."

Reithak elects not to take a seat or have any of the offered cookies. This whole business seemed to have them on end, quite literally, as most of their feathers were poofed out. "Think we'll reach an agreement?" Reithak chuckled nervously.

Carver leans over to speak to Culix quietly, "There was someone in the room to the right, where we first came in. I think reading by candlelight."

None of the staff responded to their queries. In fact, no milk was offered at all - it was all going to be drunk as is. At least there was water served in pitchers. Oh, but the cookies had just a fresh smattering of powdery sugar, hint of cinnamon...

A shorter figure - perhaps goblin stature - runs across and dusts off the box at the end of the table, along with the papers, but does not shift them. The short figure was also dressed in that weird white and black getup, face covered. Then they move towards the room you saw from the entrance, closing the door behind them.

"What I'd give for a proper high tea." Skyler sighs, shaking his head mournfully and then glancing over at the group before shrugging and heading to the pile of paperwork to rustle through it and try to find something that looks like a deed.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Reithak says, "perception to see if the weird staff smell undead?"

GAME: Reithak rolls perception: (10)+19: 29
</blockquote>

Culix leans in to lsiten to Carver, and then in hushed tones spoeaks back- "This place gives me the creeps. Wishing I just treated this like a second story job from the get go. I could try slipping away to take a peek." she suggests then, and eyes the collected documents. "Uh, while he does that, is there a privy? Long ride an such..." she says. It's only half a lie, with the creeping sense of dread the unsettling piano music instills.

Seeing Skyler simply go for the paperwork Jarik scoots over a few seats and begins aiding in rifling through the documents. "What does a deed even look like? I'm picturing signatures and seals and whatnot for something this fancy." He mutters, trying to tune the piano out much as he does some of Skyler's more annoying jabberings. It's how he puts up with him.

Carver nods in agreement. She was not a fan of the entire air of this place, of spoiled austerbess and perfurmed disregard. Not a single warm word had been exchanged with them. Everyone simply acted on rote instincts. Like puppetry.

Reithak was feeling a lot better about having not eaten anything right that instant. The inquisitor shook her head and moved to the papers. "I don't think anyone here is well, living, in a biological sense. Don't know if they're undead or not, though." She muttered.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Those touching the papers, give me a perception roll. ._."

GAME: Skyler rolls perception: (18)+10: 28

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (15)+2+2: 19

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Rei?"

GAME: Reithak rolls perception: (13)+19: 32
</blockquote>

The butler turns their head towards Culix when the question is asked. There is a slow step forward and the butler makes a sweeping gesture again - as if indicating her to move forward towards the entrance again. It seemed Culix was not going anywhere without being followed.

It is around this moment when the table with the papers suddenly bursts. A wide row of teeth opens - and then the box on the table starts to make out for the door at the back with all speedy haste of a tongue-y creature can abide!

<blockquote>
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Rei, since you spotted the ruse just in time, you'll get to react. ._."

<OOC> Reithak says, "I'll use that to get a bless on everyone before we try to catch it"

GAME: Reithak casts Bless. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13
</blockquote>

"Hey, HEY! Just what kind of crate copying crap is this?" Reithak curses right before the... thing started taking off."

"Hey y'all! Don't know if that really has what we need in it, but we should still stop it!" The Egalrin calls out, brandishing her holy symbol and suffusing her allies with divine strength.

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls weapon1: (16)+12: 28 (THREAT)

GAME: Skyler rolls weapon1: (11)+12: 23

<OOC> Aelwyn whistles. "That's a crit."

GAME: Skyler rolls damage1+10: aliased to 1d6+5+10: (4)+5+10: 19

GAME: Skyler rolls damage1: aliased to 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Roll reflex!"

GAME: Skyler rolls reflex+1: (3)+8+1: 12

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "And the mimic now has a new weapon. ._."

<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty, then standard action to use Call of the Black Wind: Call of the Black Wind (su): As a standard action, you may summon the shadow winds. Treat this as a Gust of Wind effect, with the following changes: all nonmagical sources of light, such as torches, candles, and lanterns (but not something as large as a bonfire) are automatically extinguished as they're absorbed into the shadow wind, even if protected. In addition, there's a 50 chance that magical sources of light are suppressed for one round. This is usable once per day. It's a 60' line so I'll aim it to get all the light sources along one wall, then Move 30' towards the Critter and Hide in Plain Sight as part of the move action. I have fast stealth so I can move at full speed without a penalty."

GAME: Culix rolls stealth+2+2: (9)+19+2+2: 32

GAME: Aelwyn rolls 14: (9)+14: 23
</blockquote>

With a curse fit to peel paint from the walls, Skyler reacts with a wicked blow of his drawn sword, blade lashing at the hinges. Unfortunately, the blade seems to stick and Skyler stumbles back, unable to keep a grip on it. He's not exactly the strongest of men, after all.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Culix says, "Ah, forgot the -2 from shaken. So total of 30"

GAME: Aelwyn rolls 14: (4)+14: 18

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Nobody sees you hiding!"
</blockquote>

Culix expected to be escorted, but also expected she'd be able to give most folks the slip if she needs to. Of course, best laid plans and all that. When the shit hits the proverbial fan, Culix whirls on the spot in an elegant pirhouette. She trails her hand through the air, and plucks a streamer of shadow from places beyond. She brings it to her lips, and blows. The streamer of shadow billows out engulfing all the lanterns along one wall and snuffing them out, plunging half of the room into near darkness.

And then Culix is moving. Still trailing streamers of coalescant shade, she slips into the dim darkness and her form dissolves into it- flitting through the world like a shadow at the corner of ones vision towards the disguised creature. A dagger is drawn from a concealed spot on her person and then twirled over her knuckles in a forward grip as she dashes towards the fleeing abomination.

There is a lot wrong with this place, so of course that mimics join the scenario should not be a shock. Still is though. She looks back to the loud curse as the box suddenly comes alive. She does not have time to block the way but does rise to her feet and reach for her bow.

Not even quick enough to draw and fire, or whistle a command. Losing her grip.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Reithak would like to lore check it for creature type!

GAME: Reithak rolls knowledge/dungeoneering +3: (18)+6+3: 27
</blockquote>

"I mean, obviously it's a mimic, but at least a young one." Reithak sighsm "Dunno what it expected really, small creatires don't really screw with paperwork. Might be able to get the papers without killing it, though getting that sword back might be tricky."

The mimic gets a hefty chunk and a new present, which doesn't slow it down any. Ooze is left on its wake as it runs, or wobbles, towards one of the doors. Shadows are cast. Tea is served and plates of cookies are adjusted just so.

One of the servants standing in front of the door moves to open it for the fleeing mimic, almost as if in afterthought.Fresh scent of coffee wafts through from the small dark kitchen.

Meanwhile, the pianist continues to play, unperturbed by the commotion. The hunt for the deed continues.

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2025-02-04T15:46:31Z

Thurid: /* February */

Sewers and Saviors Part 3

2025-01-28T22:50:29Z

Thurid:

When last we left our stunning sewer spelunkers, they were in dire straits...

Although they managed to murder all the mephits, aided by the poop imp's attempts to summon reinforcements despite the Ward over Alexandria, they were soon confronted with an elemental made of mud and feces. Bryn was entrapped by the massive creature, and while Dirk managed to shoot it and do a fair chunk of damage, it wasn't enough to one-hit the monster but just pissed it off.

As we return to the action, it roars in anger and agony, spittle and corn-flecked shit flying as it waves it's arms in the air.

Come at me brah!

<blockquote>
<OOC> Crik says, "As I do not have anything else, can I throw a fake bomb at it to try and distract it. ._.,"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Sure! Roll bluff"

GAME: Crik rolls bluff: (5)+13: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+8: (2)+8: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "We'll call it a feint and it loses it's dex modifier to AC"
</blockquote>

Crik held onto his hand crossbow. The corvid egalrin - despite all his waterproof cloaks - has come to the conclusion that he would rather not get up and close with potential disease collection. And now there was even larger collection of foul matter?

The corvid made his way forward as the rest of the mephits were taken care of, holding onto his plague mask for dear life. Glancing around and seeing Bryn trapped, the crossbow is given one quick look. Then Crik's cloaks flutter open and he holds up a comically large and round metal orb.

A moment of staring.

He screams.

"IT'S A BOMB!"

The empty orb shell is thrown at the poop elemental, clattering down onto the ground. There's a brief puff and small amount of smoke leaks from the gaps.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Any movement, Crik?"

<OOC> Bryn would like to maintain her Inspire and use a full round to attempt to break free.

<OOC> Crik says, "Just to 16,3"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, Bryn! Strength check, DC 17"

GAME: Bryn rolls strength+2: (8)+4+2: 14

<OOC> Ulthan says, "I'll step close and swing. I should be still Raging and I am still Large..."

GAME: Ulthan rolls weapon11: (14)+9: 23

<OOC> Skyler says, "Hit!"
</blockquote>

Bryn has been in some crappy situations before, but never so... literally, now that she's been engulfed. "Augh! I'mma tired o' yer shite!" She strains against the surprisingly sticky, viscous.. stuff. Too much fiber? She isn't very successfull. "Get this shite offa me!"

<blockquote>
GAME: Ulthan rolls damage11: aliased to 2d8+9: (12)+9: 21

<OOC> Ulthan says, "Wait, did the enchants from Bryn add to damage?"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Both do, I believe, +4 total?"

<OOC> Ulthan says, "So 25 total with those. :D"
</blockquote>

Ulthan takes a heavy step forward, followed with an overhead swing of his now massive flail, connecting right on top of the exceremental, splattering vile stuff this way and that, visibly removing material from it.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "Little flame will move to 18, 10 and attack. Sjach will move to 17, 14 and fire his bow. In point-blank range and have precise shot."

<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame first:"

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+2+2: (15)+5+2+2: 24

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+2+4: (3)+2+4: 9

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+2+2+1: (2)+8+2+2+1: 15

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, it's gunna bull rush Crik"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+14: (14)+14: 28

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also gotta roll vs Bryn, i think?"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+14-4: (9)+14+-4: 19
</blockquote>

Sjach moves over to get a clearer line of sight on this new threat, and with a nod of his head sics his Swiftclaw companion on it as well. Little flame circles around, positioning herself opposite Ulthan. Though this creature doesn't particularly resemble her prey of choice, her aspects still guide her motions as she lunges for it and tears a hunk of its disgusting form off with her teeth. Even for the Swiftclaw, for whom a half-rotten roadside carcass of carriage collateral seems to be struggling with biting into this thing- can Swiftclaws Vomit? We may soon find out.

Sjach for his part draws a fresh arrow to his bow as he moves, draws it back, and looses it as he finds his new position. Despite the spell enhancing his senses, his arrow misses the mark once again. Perhaps their slick coating from his earlier dunk in effluvium is having adverse effect on their trajectory.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, so Bryn has -4 to dex from Entrap/Entangled. Her CMD is usually 21, but -4 makes it 17. So both get hit"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Okay, so the Bull Rush was part of a charge. It's gunna attack Crik now"

<OOC> Skyler says, "It's attack is two claws >.>"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (7)+12: 19

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (6)+12: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (4)+5: 9

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (3)+5: 8

<OOC> Skyler says, "Crik, gimme two Fort saves"
</blockquote>

Enraged by Crik's 'bomb' the exremental roars with fury, showing yellowed teeth made of corn kernels. It is so enraged that it forgets about Bryn, not even bothering to hit at the Oruch in it's fury but simply smashes into her as it charges at the egalrin with clawd hands raised.

The bard goes tumbling into the rogue, as the shit-covered claws come raging down at the poor feathered rogue, smacking him for two wicked blows that leave him covered in shit.

<blockquote>
GAME: Crik rolls fortitude: (4)+2: 6

GAME: Crik rolls fortitude: (2)+2: 4

<OOC> Jarik says, "Well, I can still charge. Doing so to 16,10 and taking the attack"

GAME: Jarik rolls weapon1 +6: (16)+5+6: 27

GAME: Jarik rolls damage1+4: aliased to 1d6+3+4: (1)+3+4: 8
</blockquote>

Jarik growls softly as the.. elemental, is that word even right in this case, goes slopping along the ground away from him, carrying off Bryn and going after yet another victim. "Hey! Get back here!" He shouts, having no idea why he is trying to lure it back, but it seems a reasonable thing to shout.

Instead of waiting to see if it does come back, he goes running after it, not wanting to stick his precious weapon into the thing but not having much of a choice as he slashing out with the large metal claws, tearing a furrow through the muck and poo that makes up the horrific mass.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Also, anyone that wants to make perception checks for me"

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (6)+2+2: 10

GAME: Sjach rolls perception+3: (9)+9+3: 21

GAME: Bryn rolls perception: (14)+11: 25

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (11)+11: 22

GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (9)+20: 29

<OOC> Sjach says, "Oh yeah, for Little Flame, too"

GAME: Sjach rolls 6: (12)+6: 18

GAME: Ulthan rolls perception+2: (10)+8+2: 20
</blockquote>

Not only does Jarik's claws score on the monster, but it does so *violently*. Perhaps it's the witchcraft of the half-oruch. Perhaps it's simply the damage it's taken previously, but the entire thing shivers and then abruptly slumps back down into a puddle at Jarik's feet.

Now that the threat is over, the sewer spelunkers are able to get a better look at their surroundings. The entire room is lit with torches, making it bright enough to see just about everything... From Crik encased in shit (it's gunna be a bitch to get *that* out of his feathers!) to the half-elven man hanging from the wall dead. In the center of the room is a large pillar with metal shutters and a control panel by Jarik's side, a mechanical thing that Dirk with his Dwarven aptitude for stonework can tell controls the sluice mechanism that floods the overflow room below. And on one wall Bryn and Dirk can see a door, which Sjach and Little Flame, with their improved senses of smell, can tell leads out of the sewers into what smells like wilderness beyond Alexandria city...

Crik was holding up his hands and making noises. The most stifled, hushed caws one could have imagined coming from a bird of doom, the murder in the gloom. His fingers were stretching out slowly with the poo on him.

A moment later he gets back onto his feet and flips off the topmost cloak of his, leaving at least some of him covered in less crap. "... I do not want more crap."

Dirk rises to his feet, lowering his thunderbelcher as the excremental burbles its last. "Everyone all right? Nobody worse fer wear?" He pauses. "Sorry. Stupid question." He trundles over to join his friends, looking up and around as he examines the machinery. He leans over to peer down at the culvert on the floor below, then back up at the mechanism. "Hrm." Something draws his notice, and he looks over to peer towards a door not far from their position. "That's a way out, I'll warrant." He pauses. "Wait a tick." He looks up at the stone ceiling, then does a turn, examining the surroundings. "I think we're outside the walls!" He gives the slowly melting poo-puddle a hairy eyeball. "That must be how those... -whatever- the hell they were... got called up."

Sjach nods once in agreement with Dirk's assessment, and heads on over towards Little Flame to give her a pat on the flank. His hands won't be going anywhere near her face until both of them are cleaned up. "Thisss looks like a killing." he says as he looks towards the chained up body. "The apprentice could have been an accident. Thiss? No." he says as he nods his head towards it. He takes a moment to peer down the Culvert himself, gaining his bearings. "A Ritual, maybe? Thiss one knowss little about Arcane magic." he tells them.

Jarik dances back as the pooelemental collapses, hoping not to get any residual splash on his shoes. He eyes his weapon warily, giving it a little shake to dislodge the worst of the unpleasantness, but he's not close to putting it away, not until he can give it a good clean. "Possible." The witch replies to the question of a ritual, eyeing the mage with a frown. "Not one I know of though."

Crik looks at the others, and then starts to pull out potions from underneath his cloak, unceremoniously starting to drop them onto his hands, then his beak, then pretty everywhere. Some of it smells; some of it sizzles, some of it smokes. It wasn't helping with the shit situation any, though. "I suggest we go outside before we all get poisoned." The corvid suggests - with a tiniest keening caw.

Ulthan leans on his flail, and nods. "Prudent suggestion, and I doubt we can get any details of the ritual from here, but we do need to report this up as soon as possible..."

Dirk gives his beard a tug, peering at the poor unfortunate chained to the wall. "We should probably let the Vardaman church know there's a couple poor souls down here who need seein' off," he muses. "I dinnae even want tae -think- what sort o' monstrosity they'd turn into." He shudders at the thought. "Undead shitters... ergh."

Ulthan ewws at Dirk. "Do we split up, someone rushing to let the Vardamans know while the rest let the Arcanists and Explorers' guilds know the results? Although I think they'd get the wor4d fast enough...

Sjach lets the others talk a while, before he speaks up again. "We should exit here. Ssee where it emerges." he suggests to the others. "There may be more trouble. After that, return to the city and tell the Sshamans where they may recover the dead."

Crik looks around the talking party. "... Yes. Anywhere where the air is fresh, and the fallen to do not decompose." He responds to Sjach's suggestion, holding a piece of rope in his hands already.

Jarik spends some time eyeing the mechanism next to him, but very sensibly doesn't touch it. Instead he nods his agreement with Sjach's suggestion. "I think seeing where this leads out is the best idea, and then we can advise whoever is sent to retrieve the dead that they can get to them much quicker via this route, as well."

Dirk frowns dourly. "But who killed the poor souls? That's the question, innit? An' if they're callin' up ambulatory shitpiles..." He scowls at the dead poomental. "Och. Can ye imagine the chaos that'd cause, if those things got loose in the streets? We cannae have Alexandria -literally- goin' tae shit."

Ulthan says, “The smell alone would drive half the populace outside... Wait...”

Ulthan says, “The Ward? Would they want to make Alexandria so unbearable that peoplle leave the protection of the Ward?”

Dirk pauses. Sloooowly looks over to Ulthan. "Ohh, piss up my arse," he grumbles softly.

Sjach keeps his own council on whether he thinks people leaving the city would be a good thing or not, and begins padding over towards the exit leading up and to the promise of fresh air, Little Flame following at his side. He hasn't put his bow away yet, and he draws an arrow holding it loosely in case it's needed promptly, before he decides to just go ahead and try opening it.

Crik looks around the party, and then impatiently hops about, sending little unwelcoming beads of moisture around. "_I_ want to leave the protection of the ward." He says - tail threatening to ruffle, and then follows on after Sjach.

[[Category:PrP]]

Sewers and Saviors Part 3

2025-01-28T22:49:48Z

Thurid: Created page with "When last we left our stunning sewer spelunkers, they were in dire straits... Although they managed to murder all the mephits, aided by the poop imp's attempts to summon reinforcements despite the Ward over Alexandria, they were soon confronted with an elemental made of mud and feces. Bryn was entrapped by the massive creature, and while Dirk managed to shoot it and do a fair chunk of damage, it wasn't enough to one-hit the monster but just pissed it off. As we return..."

When last we left our stunning sewer spelunkers, they were in dire straits...

Although they managed to murder all the mephits, aided by the poop imp's attempts to summon reinforcements despite the Ward over Alexandria, they were soon confronted with an elemental made of mud and feces. Bryn was entrapped by the massive creature, and while Dirk managed to shoot it and do a fair chunk of damage, it wasn't enough to one-hit the monster but just pissed it off.

As we return to the action, it roars in anger and agony, spittle and corn-flecked shit flying as it waves it's arms in the air.

Come at me brah!

<blockquote>
<OOC> Crik says, "As I do not have anything else, can I throw a fake bomb at it to try and distract it. ._.,"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Sure! Roll bluff"

GAME: Crik rolls bluff: (5)+13: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+8: (2)+8: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "We'll call it a feint and it loses it's dex modifier to AC"
</blockquote>

Crik held onto his hand crossbow. The corvid egalrin - despite all his waterproof cloaks - has come to the conclusion that he would rather not get up and close with potential disease collection. And now there was even larger collection of foul matter?

The corvid made his way forward as the rest of the mephits were taken care of, holding onto his plague mask for dear life. Glancing around and seeing Bryn trapped, the crossbow is given one quick look. Then Crik's cloaks flutter open and he holds up a comically large and round metal orb.

A moment of staring.

He screams.

"IT'S A BOMB!"

The empty orb shell is thrown at the poop elemental, clattering down onto the ground. There's a brief puff and small amount of smoke leaks from the gaps.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Any movement, Crik?"

<OOC> Bryn would like to maintain her Inspire and use a full round to attempt to break free.

<OOC> Crik says, "Just to 16,3"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, Bryn! Strength check, DC 17"

GAME: Bryn rolls strength+2: (8)+4+2: 14

<OOC> Ulthan says, "I'll step close and swing. I should be still Raging and I am still Large..."

GAME: Ulthan rolls weapon11: (14)+9: 23

<OOC> Skyler says, "Hit!"
</blockquote>

Bryn has been in some crappy situations before, but never so... literally, now that she's been engulfed. "Augh! I'mma tired o' yer shite!" She strains against the surprisingly sticky, viscous.. stuff. Too much fiber? She isn't very successfull. "Get this shite offa me!"

<blockquote>
GAME: Ulthan rolls damage11: aliased to 2d8+9: (12)+9: 21

<OOC> Ulthan says, "Wait, did the enchants from Bryn add to damage?"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Both do, I believe, +4 total?"

<OOC> Ulthan says, "So 25 total with those. :D"
</blockquote>

Ulthan takes a heavy step forward, followed with an overhead swing of his now massive flail, connecting right on top of the exceremental, splattering vile stuff this way and that, visibly removing material from it.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "Little flame will move to 18, 10 and attack. Sjach will move to 17, 14 and fire his bow. In point-blank range and have precise shot."

<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame first:"

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+2+2: (15)+5+2+2: 24

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+2+4: (3)+2+4: 9

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+2+2+1: (2)+8+2+2+1: 15

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, it's gunna bull rush Crik"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+14: (14)+14: 28

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also gotta roll vs Bryn, i think?"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+14-4: (9)+14+-4: 19
</blockquote>

Sjach moves over to get a clearer line of sight on this new threat, and with a nod of his head sics his Swiftclaw companion on it as well. Little flame circles around, positioning herself opposite Ulthan. Though this creature doesn't particularly resemble her prey of choice, her aspects still guide her motions as she lunges for it and tears a hunk of its disgusting form off with her teeth. Even for the Swiftclaw, for whom a half-rotten roadside carcass of carriage collateral seems to be struggling with biting into this thing- can Swiftclaws Vomit? We may soon find out.

Sjach for his part draws a fresh arrow to his bow as he moves, draws it back, and looses it as he finds his new position. Despite the spell enhancing his senses, his arrow misses the mark once again. Perhaps their slick coating from his earlier dunk in effluvium is having adverse effect on their trajectory.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, so Bryn has -4 to dex from Entrap/Entangled. Her CMD is usually 21, but -4 makes it 17. So both get hit"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Okay, so the Bull Rush was part of a charge. It's gunna attack Crik now"

<OOC> Skyler says, "It's attack is two claws >.>"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (7)+12: 19

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (6)+12: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (4)+5: 9

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (3)+5: 8

<OOC> Skyler says, "Crik, gimme two Fort saves"
</blockquote>

Enraged by Crik's 'bomb' the exremental roars with fury, showing yellowed teeth made of corn kernels. It is so enraged that it forgets about Bryn, not even bothering to hit at the Oruch in it's fury but simply smashes into her as it charges at the egalrin with clawd hands raised.

The bard goes tumbling into the rogue, as the shit-covered claws come raging down at the poor feathered rogue, smacking him for two wicked blows that leave him covered in shit.

<OOC> Skyler says, "I'm gunna say the charge breaks Bryn out of Entrapment, too"

<blockquote>
GAME: Crik rolls fortitude: (4)+2: 6

GAME: Crik rolls fortitude: (2)+2: 4

<OOC> Jarik says, "Well, I can still charge. Doing so to 16,10 and taking the attack"

GAME: Jarik rolls weapon1 +6: (16)+5+6: 27

GAME: Jarik rolls damage1+4: aliased to 1d6+3+4: (1)+3+4: 8
</blockquote>

Jarik growls softly as the.. elemental, is that word even right in this case, goes slopping along the ground away from him, carrying off Bryn and going after yet another victim. "Hey! Get back here!" He shouts, having no idea why he is trying to lure it back, but it seems a reasonable thing to shout.

Instead of waiting to see if it does come back, he goes running after it, not wanting to stick his precious weapon into the thing but not having much of a choice as he slashing out with the large metal claws, tearing a furrow through the muck and poo that makes up the horrific mass.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Also, anyone that wants to make perception checks for me"

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (6)+2+2: 10

GAME: Sjach rolls perception+3: (9)+9+3: 21

GAME: Bryn rolls perception: (14)+11: 25

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (11)+11: 22

GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (9)+20: 29

<OOC> Sjach says, "Oh yeah, for Little Flame, too"

GAME: Sjach rolls 6: (12)+6: 18

GAME: Ulthan rolls perception+2: (10)+8+2: 20
</blockquote>

Not only does Jarik's claws score on the monster, but it does so *violently*. Perhaps it's the witchcraft of the half-oruch. Perhaps it's simply the damage it's taken previously, but the entire thing shivers and then abruptly slumps back down into a puddle at Jarik's feet.

Now that the threat is over, the sewer spelunkers are able to get a better look at their surroundings. The entire room is lit with torches, making it bright enough to see just about everything... From Crik encased in shit (it's gunna be a bitch to get *that* out of his feathers!) to the half-elven man hanging from the wall dead. In the center of the room is a large pillar with metal shutters and a control panel by Jarik's side, a mechanical thing that Dirk with his Dwarven aptitude for stonework can tell controls the sluice mechanism that floods the overflow room below. And on one wall Bryn and Dirk can see a door, which Sjach and Little Flame, with their improved senses of smell, can tell leads out of the sewers into what smells like wilderness beyond Alexandria city...

Crik was holding up his hands and making noises. The most stifled, hushed caws one could have imagined coming from a bird of doom, the murder in the gloom. His fingers were stretching out slowly with the poo on him.

A moment later he gets back onto his feet and flips off the topmost cloak of his, leaving at least some of him covered in less crap. "... I do not want more crap."

Dirk rises to his feet, lowering his thunderbelcher as the excremental burbles its last. "Everyone all right? Nobody worse fer wear?" He pauses. "Sorry. Stupid question." He trundles over to join his friends, looking up and around as he examines the machinery. He leans over to peer down at the culvert on the floor below, then back up at the mechanism. "Hrm." Something draws his notice, and he looks over to peer towards a door not far from their position. "That's a way out, I'll warrant." He pauses. "Wait a tick." He looks up at the stone ceiling, then does a turn, examining the surroundings. "I think we're outside the walls!" He gives the slowly melting poo-puddle a hairy eyeball. "That must be how those... -whatever- the hell they were... got called up."

Sjach nods once in agreement with Dirk's assessment, and heads on over towards Little Flame to give her a pat on the flank. His hands won't be going anywhere near her face until both of them are cleaned up. "Thisss looks like a killing." he says as he looks towards the chained up body. "The apprentice could have been an accident. Thiss? No." he says as he nods his head towards it. He takes a moment to peer down the Culvert himself, gaining his bearings. "A Ritual, maybe? Thiss one knowss little about Arcane magic." he tells them.

Jarik dances back as the pooelemental collapses, hoping not to get any residual splash on his shoes. He eyes his weapon warily, giving it a little shake to dislodge the worst of the unpleasantness, but he's not close to putting it away, not until he can give it a good clean. "Possible." The witch replies to the question of a ritual, eyeing the mage with a frown. "Not one I know of though."

Crik looks at the others, and then starts to pull out potions from underneath his cloak, unceremoniously starting to drop them onto his hands, then his beak, then pretty everywhere. Some of it smells; some of it sizzles, some of it smokes. It wasn't helping with the shit situation any, though. "I suggest we go outside before we all get poisoned." The corvid suggests - with a tiniest keening caw.

Ulthan leans on his flail, and nods. "Prudent suggestion, and I doubt we can get any details of the ritual from here, but we do need to report this up as soon as possible..."

Dirk gives his beard a tug, peering at the poor unfortunate chained to the wall. "We should probably let the Vardaman church know there's a couple poor souls down here who need seein' off," he muses. "I dinnae even want tae -think- what sort o' monstrosity they'd turn into." He shudders at the thought. "Undead shitters... ergh."

Ulthan ewws at Dirk. "Do we split up, someone rushing to let the Vardamans know while the rest let the Arcanists and Explorers' guilds know the results? Although I think they'd get the wor4d fast enough...

Sjach lets the others talk a while, before he speaks up again. "We should exit here. Ssee where it emerges." he suggests to the others. "There may be more trouble. After that, return to the city and tell the Sshamans where they may recover the dead."

Crik looks around the talking party. "... Yes. Anywhere where the air is fresh, and the fallen to do not decompose." He responds to Sjach's suggestion, holding a piece of rope in his hands already.

Jarik spends some time eyeing the mechanism next to him, but very sensibly doesn't touch it. Instead he nods his agreement with Sjach's suggestion. "I think seeing where this leads out is the best idea, and then we can advise whoever is sent to retrieve the dead that they can get to them much quicker via this route, as well."

Dirk frowns dourly. "But who killed the poor souls? That's the question, innit? An' if they're callin' up ambulatory shitpiles..." He scowls at the dead poomental. "Och. Can ye imagine the chaos that'd cause, if those things got loose in the streets? We cannae have Alexandria -literally- goin' tae shit."

Ulthan says, “The smell alone would drive half the populace outside... Wait...”

Ulthan says, “The Ward? Would they want to make Alexandria so unbearable that peoplle leave the protection of the Ward?”

Dirk pauses. Sloooowly looks over to Ulthan. "Ohh, piss up my arse," he grumbles softly.

Sjach keeps his own council on whether he thinks people leaving the city would be a good thing or not, and begins padding over towards the exit leading up and to the promise of fresh air, Little Flame following at his side. He hasn't put his bow away yet, and he draws an arrow holding it loosely in case it's needed promptly, before he decides to just go ahead and try opening it.

Crik looks around the party, and then impatiently hops about, sending little unwelcoming beads of moisture around. "_I_ want to leave the protection of the ward." He says - tail threatening to ruffle, and then follows on after Sjach.

[[Category:PrP]]

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2025-01-28T22:49:24Z

Thurid: /* January */

Sewers and Saviors 2

2025-01-21T11:47:25Z

Thurid:

When last we left off, the Sewer Spelunkers had managed to track down the missing mages. Although Sjach took a dunk in some funk, they were able to find the apprentice under fallen rumble, bisected and dead. As for his master? Well... The only sign was tracks in the oh-god-I-hope-that's-mud leading to a ladder up from the overflow cistern they'd found themselves in.

However, not all was as it seemed, and the clever eyes of Dirk the Dwarf, Crik the Rogue, and Sjach the Ranger were able to identify a clever booby trap: a pressure plate that triggered the overflow mechanic and would have flooded the entire room with sewage water!

Meanwhile, a late arrival has come to assist the group! Haggerty arrives just as they manage to get back onto the trapped side of the sewage river, sent by an alarmed contact in the Arcanist guild when he realized the lack of wizardry assistance to the group...

Nothing on Sjach's person isn't covered in... well, no nice way to say it, raw sewage, aside from his bow which he managed to keep above the level of the water even as he himself ended up covered in it. He manages his way back across the river of dung, after relaying to the rest of the party that the younger of the pair they were looking for is already dead. "Well note the location, come back for the body. The dead can wait." he says then, before looking towards the hatch leading up. "Up there, now. Perhaps we'll find the other. Perhaps living." he suggests.

Bryn looks at Sjach, flat nose wrinkling. In pity, of course, not from the stench. Well, maybe a little from that, too. "Could be worse, eh?" She banishes the sour face with a short laugh of encouragement. Then she looks to the ladder and up at the hatch. "So, who's goin second?" she asks aloud as she heads for the ladder up.

Ulthan stoves his flail and draws his hatchet to make the climbing easier, but not be unarmed if something comes pouring down as he follows the Oruchess bard to the ladder.

Crik ruffles his cloaks around, before there is what looks like a very water resistant, but sickly green, cloak around him. He holds it close. Especially around Sjach. "I can go next." He says, "Need eyes on the crow's nest." He holds up his beak open, looks around - then after a moment closes his beak.

Ulthan snorts as he lets Crik pass him onto the ladder. "Indeed... And you have an eye for surprises that I lack."

"I didn't think something could smell worse than a pig sty, but.." Jarik casts a sideways glance at Sjach, pity flashing for just a moment before he's turning back towards the ladder. "I'll follow third." He says after Crik, adjusting his cloak a bit around his shoulders as if expecting trouble. Poor Greywing lets out a hoot of annoyance at the whole thing.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Sjach roll a fortitude save for me, too"

GAME: Sjach rolls fort: (20)+7: 27 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)

<OOC> Skyler says, "DC 14"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok you're not sick no mo"
</blockquote>

Dirk takes a step back from Sjach, even despite himself. He's a kindly sort, as those who know him can attest. But even he can't help but wrinkle his big dwarven nose as the besmeared sith returns. "Ergh. Och. Let's get this done quick so we can get ye showered off. Ye dinnae want that -dryin'- on ye, I shouldn't wonder." He turns and peers up at the hatch. With a soft grunt, he sheaths his thunderbelcher in its back holster. "Well. Here's tae hopin' I fit through the damn thing," he grumbles. "Go on, tallfolk. I'll bring up the rear."

"Pig stys smell natural, at least." Sjach mutters, mostly to himself- happy to let the others head up the ladder ahead of him, lest he drip on them. While he waits for his turn to climb, he turns to his Swiftclaw companion, eyes her, then eyes the ladder, contemplating. He chuffs his frustration, and then takes a length of sodden rope to fashion a makeshift harness to help her make the climb up the steps. She takes some encouraging to allow the grossness to touch her lovely silver scales, and Sjach reminds her, "You roll in dead things for fun."

<Blockquote>
GAME: Sjach casts Aspect of the Falcon. Caster Level: 4 DC: 13

GAME: Jarik casts Mage Armour Caster Level: 2 DC: 15
</blockquote>

Haggerty arrives on behalf of relations of the somewhat newly erected temple of Serriel with the PGA. For somehow a nice, shiny maiden who is divinely shielded against the stank and nasty of the sewers. It is what it is. The merry of the wizard is not stymied, so there is some bounce to his wading boots+pants when he elegantly dismounts, snags the little black dogster from the white horse. He waves a greeting to the descending and swiftclaw manoeuvring group, "Salutations, fair compatriots! Do let me step ahead of you, good Khazad rifleman. I am Erik of the Haegars, but you can call me Haggerty." The Aesir redhead adds, "Onward." Aaaand, "Wizard sliding down!"

<blockquote>
GAME: Haggerty casts Protection From Evil. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

GAME: Haggerty used a Rod of Lesser Extend.

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Hagg doubles the duration of Prot Evil on himself."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, folks, gimme Perception rolls"

GAME: Sjach rolls perception+3: (4)+9+3: 16

GAME: Ulthan rolls perception: (18)+8: 26

GAME: Bryn rolls perception: (6)+11: 17

GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (13)+20: 33

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (20)+11: 31

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also, if any of you are trying to be sneaky, roll stealth"

GAME: Dirk rolls Stealth: (2)+20: 22

GAME: Sjach rolls stealth: (14)+6: 20

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (5)+2+2: 9

GAME: Jarik rolls 10: (7)+10: 17

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Jarik says, "Second was Greywing"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27

GAME: Haggerty rolls perception+2: (9)+6+2: 17

GAME: Jarik rolls stealth: (14)+1: 15

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (10)+13: 23

GAME: Haggerty rolls stealth: (18)+2: 20

GAME: Bryn rolls stealth: (3)+9: 12
</blockquote>

As the group lines up and begins to climb, they find themselves in another cavern roughly carved from stone. In the centre of the room is a large pillar with portholes carved into them. The portholes are all shuttered tight, and a series of mechanical pullies and tugs have been attached below the portholes. Controls for the cistern below, Dirk realizes.

But then the entire group hears it: the chittering of *something* in the darkness, and the scent of corn, nutmeg, and...

Well. You can probably guess what else.

Once up over the lip of the hatch, Sjach wastes no time in slicing through the robe binding Little Flame to him so that she can wriggle herself free with a chuff of dissatisfaction at being lugged up the ladder. He shushes her with a gesture, and then nods towards the corner around to the south. He moves up to it and draws his bow, bringing an arrow out as he moves to knock but he doesn't draw it back yet as he peeks around the corner- Little flame following at his heels.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Bryn says, "Oh. I'd guess I'd be out from the hatch at least far enough for everybody to get out. 10,8 or 11,8 works for me."
</blockquote>

Bryn climbs on up and out, moving ahead so she isn't blocking the way. She knows she makes a better door than a doorway. Then there's all that chitter in the shitter. "Huh. Y'all here that? Sounds like a rat pro'lem?"

Dirk brings up the rear, clambering up the ladder and hopping to his feet once he's through the hatch. He immediately reaches over his shoulder and pulls his thunderbelcher, swinging it down into a ready grip. His gaze sweeps over the mechanisms in the walls, then looks back through the hatch to the culvert. "Ah, I see," he muses. But that musing gets interrupted by chittering things. Up comes his thunderbelcher to his shoulder, ready to fire. "You all hear -that-?" he growls warily. He flicks a glance over to Bryn. "Och, I hope it's -just- rats. An' nae giant -man eatin'- rats."

Jarik murmurs a spell before following the group up the ladder and through the hatch, pressing a hand to himself and letting the invisible armour settle into place. Feeling much batter about his own protection, he follows up and through the hatch. The sound has him tilting his head and grumbling. "Giant rats?... Beavers?"

Haggerty fiddles with a small stone in hand, but reminds himself that there is a lit item at his waist the mage lowers instead. There. Light on a rope where the chittering comes from.

Ulthan hears the chittering sound, and with almost an instinct, unleashes his magic to boost his size to that of a small giant while switching to wielding his flail, at ready.

As the group gets itself situated, the smell gets stronger...

stronger...

stronger...

And then there's that chittering sound again, followed by the sudden appearance in Crik's line of sight of two little humanoid figurines flying in the air.

They are grotesque little things, oozing slime and filth from their bodies to splatter wet and thick against the stones with wart-like lumps of corn on their . Their wings are green membranes, filling the area with a foul stench with each beat. And past them is what looks to be the missing mage, hanging from chains on the wall with a puddle of thick brown mud-like goo beneath him.

They don't seem to have spotted Crik yet at least...

<blockquote>
<OOC> Bryn says, "Before we get too spread out, then: Standard to cast Good Hope. Move to start up inspire courage. Then I'll 5' step to 11,9"

GAME: Bryn casts Good Hope. Caster Level: 7 DC: 16

GAME: Bryn spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.

<OOC> Skyler says, "That's +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls, right?"

<OOC> Bryn says, "For the Spell, yes. Inspire Courage grants +2 competence to the same things, minus the saving throws."
</blockquote>

Whatever is noisy, it's also close. As much as Bryn feels like chargin in, she bets others feel the same. So it's time for some motivation. "Whatever's squeakin, we be squishin! Stomp 'em right down, back inna shite they crawled outta!" It is one part speech, one part belted verse as she lifts her big curveblade high and steps forward.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Mephit2 is gunna fly forward out of the shadows and use his breath attack on Bryn!"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d4: (4): 4

<OOC> Skyler says, "Reflex save for half"

GAME: Bryn rolls reflex+2: (17)+8+2: 27

GAME: Skyler advances the initiative order.

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Casting Ray of Enfeeblement on biggest single target (defensively). Move 5' away from closest target. Range max is 35'."

GAME: Haggerty casts Ray of Enfeeblement. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

GAME: Haggerty rolls ranged+4: (6)+4+4: 14

GAME: Haggerty rolls 1d6+2: (4)+2: 6

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+2: (7)+2: 9

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Six points STR damage. Fort half."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Failed the saved"
</blockquote>

Haggerty squints hard. There it is, bat wings! He stretches out that index finger, focuses while it wiggles to the bard's music. The pale man straightens out the finger, exhales unkind words in Eldritch, and zots the thing with a purplish matte silvery streak of suffering. Can it move it wings now?

<blockquote>
<OOC> Ulthan says, "I rage, then move to 11, 7 and smash"

GAME: Ulthan RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 8 temporary HP

GAME: Ulthan rolls weapon11: (2)+9: 11

<OOC> Ulthan says, "Forgot the +4"

<OOC> Skyler says, "With the +4 hit"

GAME: Ulthan rolls damage11+4: aliased to 2d8+9+4: (6)+9+4: 19
</blockquote>

Ulthan yells at the Mephit coming out. "Hey, that's no way to greeet a lass!" In mid-sentence, he seems to move like a Blur and steps forward swinging at the mephit that had breathed at Bryn, and makes a solid thunk on the flying nuisance, turning them definitely non-solid.

At Ulthan's blow, bits of sewage and chunks of corn are splattered by his mighty flail in with *very* unpleasant squelching sound.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Memphit1 is gunna move and then summon another memphit"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d100: (40): 40

<OOC> Skyler says, "It fails"
</blockquote>

Beyond the pillar in the centre, unaware that the other Mephit was splattered by Ulthan, another of those disgusting creatures flies forward and down, pausing to spread it's gooey fingers as it lets out a shriek.

Unfortunately, the shriek does nothing. It glances at it's hands in confusion, before shaking it's head in shame at it's own failure. Even poop can feel shame.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "I'll sent Little Flame to 13, 15 to put her in position to provide flank with Crik if he moves in (she has a 40' move) And then she'll attack Mephit 2. Then I'll also fire my bow at Mephit 2"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Actually, I'll 5' down to 10, 11 before firing my bow."

<OOC> Sjach says, "First is Little Flame's attack."

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+4: (12)+5+4: 21

<OOC> Sjach says, "I think she'll provoke moving there, she'll risk it."

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+5: (5)+5: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "AoO"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Wiff"

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+4: (5)+4: 9

<OOC> Sjach says, "That's her damage."

<OOC> Sjach says, "Now my arrow."

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+4: (2)+8+4: 14

<OOC> Sjach says, "Well, flat footed if it hasn't seen me yet since I was sneaking,."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Roll stealth"

GAME: Sjach rolls stealth: (12)+6: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (13)+6: 19

<OOC> Skyler says, "Miss"
</blockquote>

Sjach clicks his tongue, and nods his head- all the signal that Little Flame needs to come bounding out of the shadows behind him as he steps forwards, drawing back the knocked arrow and dropping to a knee in one smooth motion as he levels it at the shrieking Mephit. Little flame bounds past him, padding along the floor to get behind the Mephit, ignoring the creatures foetid claws lashing out for her she swings around and leaps towards the creature, tearing a chunk off of it and with a flick of her head dashing the disgusting lump against the stone floor. In the same moment, Sjach looses his arrow and sends it sailing through the air, whipping past the Mephit to break against the far wall. He grunts his dissatisfaction, but is already knocking a fresh arrow to replace it.

The pile of brown goo under the chained corpse of the mage quivers... and seems to fall back into the layer of mud on the ground, disappearing...

<blockquote>
<OOC> Jarik says, "Lucky me then, I'm firing a ray of enfeeblement at Mephit 3"

GAME: Jarik casts Ray of Enfeeblement. Caster Level: 2 DC: 15

GAME: Jarik rolls 1+4: (18)+1+4: 23

GAME: Jarik rolls 1d6+1: (1)+1: 2

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+2: (13)+2: 15

<OOC> Jarik says, "-1 then, go me! T_T"
</blockquote>

Jarik was going to pull one of his usual combat tricks, then lightly touching the two hides he had on him, thought better of it, either would need to use their mouths to attack and well.. he casts a glance at the mephits. No. Instead he pulls his claws off his belt, sliding them onto his hand as he makes his way down one of the paths. As soon as he sees the mephit in the air he brings up his hands, hissing arcane words as he fires a beam of purple black energy towards the flying.. beastie.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Dirk says, "Well, it's the only target I can feasibly get to. I'll take a step to 7,8"

<OOC> Dirk says, "Then Improved Vital Shot."

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (16)+17+2+-4: 31

GAME: Dirk rolls dmg: aliased to 1d12+2+8: (12)+2+8: 22
</blockquote>

Dirk's eyes get wide as those hideous -things- come flapping and splooting and blorting around. "-Ewwww-!" He takes a step forward, swinging up his thunderbelcher. He sights down the barrel, draws a deep breath, and pulls the trigger. CH-BOOM! The weapon kicks in his grip, and the winged elemental is hit centre mass! It leaves a most -interesting- smelling splat-pattern on the wall. "Hah! How d'ye like -that-, ye flyin' shit?" he growls, racking the slide as he prepares to engage further.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Crik says, "I will take a potshot with hand crossbow then, from stealth. ._."

GAME: Crik rolls weapon2+4: (7)+8+4: 19

<OOC> Crik says, "I can five foot to 13,13!"

GAME: Crik rolls damage2+3d6+4: aliased to 1d4+0+3d6+4: (3)+0+(12)+4: 19

<OOC> Crik attempts to stealth again. ._.

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (6)+13: 19

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (3)+6: 9

<OOC> Skyler says, "Success"

<OOC> Skyler says, "He's gunna attempt to summon another mephit"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d100: (70): 70

<OOC> Skyler says, "fails"
</blockquote>

Crik snuck forward of the party, and peeked around the corner. That was such a long time ago though. The minute has felt like forever, as mephits and larger and less larger people reduce things to the foulest of essences.

Crik holds his hand crossbow to his chest. Slowly, he creeps forward as the thunderbelcher finishes off yet another mephit, takes aim and fires off a bolt, before continuing to try and hide, pretending to be nothing but scenery.

The mephit lets out a squeak as it's hit, splattering suspiciously yellow liquid against the ground. It then darts into a corner, attempting to hide behind the pillar...

<blockquote>
<OOC> Bryn says, "I will move around to 16,8 or so, to help out ... I don't remember who that icon is."

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Walk forward to get LOS to the Meph. Then shoot crossbow."

<OOC> Skyler says, "No line of sight"
</blockquote>

Bryn guessed right on folks runnin in (or shootin in) to stomp stuff; cause stuff is gettin stomped. Which ain't a bad thing. "Ye! Smack 'em up good!" She heads around the other way to try and help out a certain hunky halfsie. "Ey! Why ain'tcha smooshed 'em yet?" she teases with a tusky grin as she walks by and up to the li'l squishy thing (the mephit, not Jarik).

Haggerty sees the pasting of the planar infused visitor, smiles and nods along with the hip pouch perching pup sized cuteness. Those fluttering means are inoperational now. But where is anything? A thought and a tasty doggo bite for the pug to sniffle and strain bent ears when the giant(-er) sized person smashes and blocks sight. Crouching down to find targets is so not happening in this "element". The book mage wades ahead in quirky dancing tiptoeing steps to locate targets lest the bulldoglet informs him of.. "By Caracoroth's foul... What IS that!?!?" Walking or shimmying faeces with limbs slash pseudopods, no doubt! There is nothing to see, then. The pointy hatted fellow scowls and does not get to needle the other flyer with his own bolts, either. He searches for the winger with heavy crossbow ready.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame will move to 16, 12, flank with Bryn and attack. Sjach will move to 15, 14 and also attack. Both going for Mephit 3"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame first."

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+4: (13)+5+4: 22

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+4: (1)+4: 5

<OOC> Sjach says, "And me."

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+4: (1)+8+4: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

<OOC> Sjach says, "Man, sjach clearly got poo in his eyes."

<OOC> Skyler says, "It's dead on Flamers"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Surfaces and attacks Bryn"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (9)+12: 21

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (2)+12: 14
</blockquote>

Sjach clicks and chirps a command to his Animal Companion once more, directing her attention to the last remaining mephit- and she dashes after it, circling around to the other side while Bryn distracts it. The creature's natural instincts serve it well when it comes to flanking its foes, and she leaps up onto its back, dragging it low with her foreclaws and then crushing its throat with her jaws. She shakes the stricken creature just to make double sure its dead before throwing it hard against the nearby wall.

Meanwhile, Sjach is moving up, from one corner to another- making sure to keep himself where he won't easily be surrounded. A different sort of instinct, but one no less potent, as he draws back another bow- and then relaxes when he sees that Little Flame has dispatched the creature. He keeps it knocked, and asks, "Is that the last of them?" looking across to Bryn.

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (5)+5: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also need a fort save"

GAME: Bryn rolls fortitude+2: (5)+6+2: 13

<OOC> Skyler says, "You're entrapped"
</blockquote>

The answer to that question?

No. It isn't.

The mud and shit at Bryn's feet quivers and abruptly a large, vaguely humanoid figure erupts out, howling with fury as it lashes out with two massive mits that end in hardened claws.

One smashes down on Bryn, splattering her in shit and mud and bits of corn that entangle her limbs, while the other whiffs and goes soaring over her head. It then lets out another roar.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Jarik says, "Well, I'm going to swipe at that big pile in front of me"

GAME: Jarik rolls weapon1: (16)+5: 21

<OOC> Jarik says, "+4"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Hit!"

GAME: Jarik rolls damage1+4: aliased to 1d6+3+4: (3)+3+4: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "Smack the poop!"

<OOC> Jarik says, "Then taking a 5-foot step up to 15,7"

<OOC> Jarik says, "Actually, make that 16,7"

<OOC> Dirk says, "Move up to 12, 8 and hit the poopuddle with an Improved Vital Shot."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Doo eeet"

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (20)+17+2+-4: 35 (THREAT)
</blockquote>

Jarik lets out a strangled and particularly vile curse in yrch-speak as the things comes bursting out of the muck in front of him, seemingly engulfing Bryn. He doesn't back away or retreat, instead he swipes at the creature with his metal claws, hoping they can actually hurt the blasted thing. Then he carefully moves out of the way of his allies coming up from behind him, giving them free access to the new monstrosity on the field.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "No crit"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Roll straight damage, big guy"

GAME: Dirk rolls 3d12+2+8: (14)+2+8: 24
</blockquote>

Dirk's eyes get wide as he gets his first glimpse of the animate compost heap. As it swoops up to engulf Bryn, those eyes narrow and his beard bristles. He trundles forward, skidding to a halt and going to one knee by Ulthan. He takes aim around his embiggened friend's knee and sights down the barrel. "HEY! YOU! LET 'ER GO!" he bellows. He pulls back the trigger and fires. CHK-BOOM! The bullet hits the elemental with a mighty SPLATT! Poor Jarik might be treated to a rather unpleasant shower as poo-mental innards go splattering. He can only stare, slack-jawed, as the thing burbles and blorps, tipping back the trim of his tricorne. "What the fuck have people been -eatin'- lately?" he wonders aloud.

[[Category:PrP]]

Sewers and Saviors 2

2025-01-21T11:46:52Z

Thurid: Created page with "When last we left off, the Sewer Spelunkers had managed to track down the missing mages. Although Sjach took a dunk in some funk, they were able to find the apprentice under fallen rumble, bisected and dead. As for his master? Well... The only sign was tracks in the oh-god-I-hope-that's-mud leading to a ladder up from the overflow cistern they'd found themselves in. However, not all was as it seemed, and the clever eyes of Dirk the Dwarf, Crik the Rogue, and Sjach the R..."

When last we left off, the Sewer Spelunkers had managed to track down the missing mages. Although Sjach took a dunk in some funk, they were able to find the apprentice under fallen rumble, bisected and dead. As for his master? Well... The only sign was tracks in the oh-god-I-hope-that's-mud leading to a ladder up from the overflow cistern they'd found themselves in.

However, not all was as it seemed, and the clever eyes of Dirk the Dwarf, Crik the Rogue, and Sjach the Ranger were able to identify a clever booby trap: a pressure plate that triggered the overflow mechanic and would have flooded the entire room with sewage water!

Meanwhile, a late arrival has come to assist the group! Haggerty arrives just as they manage to get back onto the trapped side of the sewage river, sent by an alarmed contact in the Arcanist guild when he realized the lack of wizardry assistance to the group...

Nothing on Sjach's person isn't covered in... well, no nice way to say it, raw sewage, aside from his bow which he managed to keep above the level of the water even as he himself ended up covered in it. He manages his way back across the river of dung, after relaying to the rest of the party that the younger of the pair they were looking for is already dead. "Well note the location, come back for the body. The dead can wait." he says then, before looking towards the hatch leading up. "Up there, now. Perhaps we'll find the other. Perhaps living." he suggests.

Bryn looks at Sjach, flat nose wrinkling. In pity, of course, not from the stench. Well, maybe a little from that, too. "Could be worse, eh?" She banishes the sour face with a short laugh of encouragement. Then she looks to the ladder and up at the hatch. "So, who's goin second?" she asks aloud as she heads for the ladder up.

Ulthan stoves his flail and draws his hatchet to make the climbing easier, but not be unarmed if something comes pouring down as he follows the Oruchess bard to the ladder.

Crik ruffles his cloaks around, before there is what looks like a very water resistant, but sickly green, cloak around him. He holds it close. Especially around Sjach. "I can go next." He says, "Need eyes on the crow's nest." He holds up his beak open, looks around - then after a moment closes his beak.

Ulthan snorts as he lets Crik pass him onto the ladder. "Indeed... And you have an eye for surprises that I lack."

"I didn't think something could smell worse than a pig sty, but.." Jarik casts a sideways glance at Sjach, pity flashing for just a moment before he's turning back towards the ladder. "I'll follow third." He says after Crik, adjusting his cloak a bit around his shoulders as if expecting trouble. Poor Greywing lets out a hoot of annoyance at the whole thing.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Sjach roll a fortitude save for me, too"

GAME: Sjach rolls fort: (20)+7: 27 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)

<OOC> Skyler says, "DC 14"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok you're not sick no mo"
</blockquote>

Dirk takes a step back from Sjach, even despite himself. He's a kindly sort, as those who know him can attest. But even he can't help but wrinkle his big dwarven nose as the besmeared sith returns. "Ergh. Och. Let's get this done quick so we can get ye showered off. Ye dinnae want that -dryin'- on ye, I shouldn't wonder." He turns and peers up at the hatch. With a soft grunt, he sheaths his thunderbelcher in its back holster. "Well. Here's tae hopin' I fit through the damn thing," he grumbles. "Go on, tallfolk. I'll bring up the rear."

"Pig stys smell natural, at least." Sjach mutters, mostly to himself- happy to let the others head up the ladder ahead of him, lest he drip on them. While he waits for his turn to climb, he turns to his Swiftclaw companion, eyes her, then eyes the ladder, contemplating. He chuffs his frustration, and then takes a length of sodden rope to fashion a makeshift harness to help her make the climb up the steps. She takes some encouraging to allow the grossness to touch her lovely silver scales, and Sjach reminds her, "You roll in dead things for fun."

<Blockquote>
GAME: Sjach casts Aspect of the Falcon. Caster Level: 4 DC: 13

GAME: Jarik casts Mage Armour Caster Level: 2 DC: 15
</blockquote>

Haggerty arrives on behalf of relations of the somewhat newly erected temple of Serriel with the PGA. For somehow a nice, shiny maiden who is divinely shielded against the stank and nasty of the sewers. It is what it is. The merry of the wizard is not stymied, so there is some bounce to his wading boots+pants when he elegantly dismounts, snags the little black dogster from the white horse. He waves a greeting to the descending and swiftclaw manoeuvring group, "Salutations, fair compatriots! Do let me step ahead of you, good Khazad rifleman. I am Erik of the Haegars, but you can call me Haggerty." The Aesir redhead adds, "Onward." Aaaand, "Wizard sliding down!"

<blockquote>
GAME: Haggerty casts Protection From Evil. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

GAME: Haggerty used a Rod of Lesser Extend.

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Hagg doubles the duration of Prot Evil on himself."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, folks, gimme Perception rolls"

GAME: Sjach rolls perception+3: (4)+9+3: 16

GAME: Ulthan rolls perception: (18)+8: 26

GAME: Bryn rolls perception: (6)+11: 17

GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (13)+20: 33

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (20)+11: 31

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also, if any of you are trying to be sneaky, roll stealth"

GAME: Dirk rolls Stealth: (2)+20: 22

GAME: Sjach rolls stealth: (14)+6: 20

GAME: Jarik rolls perception+2: (5)+2+2: 9

GAME: Jarik rolls 10: (7)+10: 17

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (7)+6: 13

<OOC> Jarik says, "Second was Greywing"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27

GAME: Haggerty rolls perception+2: (9)+6+2: 17

GAME: Jarik rolls stealth: (14)+1: 15

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (10)+13: 23

GAME: Haggerty rolls stealth: (18)+2: 20

GAME: Bryn rolls stealth: (3)+9: 12
</blockquote>

As the group lines up and begins to climb, they find themselves in another cavern roughly carved from stone. In the centre of the room is a large pillar with portholes carved into them. The portholes are all shuttered tight, and a series of mechanical pullies and tugs have been attached below the portholes. Controls for the cistern below, Dirk realizes.

But then the entire group hears it: the chittering of *something* in the darkness, and the scent of corn, nutmeg, and...

Well. You can probably guess what else.

Once up over the lip of the hatch, Sjach wastes no time in slicing through the robe binding Little Flame to him so that she can wriggle herself free with a chuff of dissatisfaction at being lugged up the ladder. He shushes her with a gesture, and then nods towards the corner around to the south. He moves up to it and draws his bow, bringing an arrow out as he moves to knock but he doesn't draw it back yet as he peeks around the corner- Little flame following at his heels.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Bryn says, "Oh. I'd guess I'd be out from the hatch at least far enough for everybody to get out. 10,8 or 11,8 works for me."
</blockquote>

Bryn climbs on up and out, moving ahead so she isn't blocking the way. She knows she makes a better door than a doorway. Then there's all that chitter in the shitter. "Huh. Y'all here that? Sounds like a rat pro'lem?"

Dirk brings up the rear, clambering up the ladder and hopping to his feet once he's through the hatch. He immediately reaches over his shoulder and pulls his thunderbelcher, swinging it down into a ready grip. His gaze sweeps over the mechanisms in the walls, then looks back through the hatch to the culvert. "Ah, I see," he muses. But that musing gets interrupted by chittering things. Up comes his thunderbelcher to his shoulder, ready to fire. "You all hear -that-?" he growls warily. He flicks a glance over to Bryn. "Och, I hope it's -just- rats. An' nae giant -man eatin'- rats."

Jarik murmurs a spell before following the group up the ladder and through the hatch, pressing a hand to himself and letting the invisible armour settle into place. Feeling much batter about his own protection, he follows up and through the hatch. The sound has him tilting his head and grumbling. "Giant rats?... Beavers?"

Haggerty fiddles with a small stone in hand, but reminds himself that there is a lit item at his waist the mage lowers instead. There. Light on a rope where the chittering comes from.

Ulthan hears the chittering sound, and with almost an instinct, unleashes his magic to boost his size to that of a small giant while switching to wielding his flail, at ready.

As the group gets itself situated, the smell gets stronger...

stronger...

stronger...

And then there's that chittering sound again, followed by the sudden appearance in Crik's line of sight of two little humanoid figurines flying in the air.

They are grotesque little things, oozing slime and filth from their bodies to splatter wet and thick against the stones with wart-like lumps of corn on their . Their wings are green membranes, filling the area with a foul stench with each beat. And past them is what looks to be the missing mage, hanging from chains on the wall with a puddle of thick brown mud-like goo beneath him.

They don't seem to have spotted Crik yet at least...

<blockquote<
<OOC> Bryn says, "Before we get too spread out, then: Standard to cast Good Hope. Move to start up inspire courage. Then I'll 5' step to 11,9"

GAME: Bryn casts Good Hope. Caster Level: 7 DC: 16

GAME: Bryn spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.

<OOC> Skyler says, "That's +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls, right?"

<OOC> Bryn says, "For the Spell, yes. Inspire Courage grants +2 competence to the same things, minus the saving throws."
</blockquote>

Whatever is noisy, it's also close. As much as Bryn feels like chargin in, she bets others feel the same. So it's time for some motivation. "Whatever's squeakin, we be squishin! Stomp 'em right down, back inna shite they crawled outta!" It is one part speech, one part belted verse as she lifts her big curveblade high and steps forward.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Mephit2 is gunna fly forward out of the shadows and use his breath attack on Bryn!"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d4: (4): 4

<OOC> Skyler says, "Reflex save for half"

GAME: Bryn rolls reflex+2: (17)+8+2: 27

GAME: Skyler advances the initiative order.

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Casting Ray of Enfeeblement on biggest single target (defensively). Move 5' away from closest target. Range max is 35'."

GAME: Haggerty casts Ray of Enfeeblement. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

GAME: Haggerty rolls ranged+4: (6)+4+4: 14

GAME: Haggerty rolls 1d6+2: (4)+2: 6

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+2: (7)+2: 9

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Six points STR damage. Fort half."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Failed the saved"
</blockquote>

Haggerty squints hard. There it is, bat wings! He stretches out that index finger, focuses while it wiggles to the bard's music. The pale man straightens out the finger, exhales unkind words in Eldritch, and zots the thing with a purplish matte silvery streak of suffering. Can it move it wings now?

<blockquote>
<OOC> Ulthan says, "I rage, then move to 11, 7 and smash"

GAME: Ulthan RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 8 temporary HP

GAME: Ulthan rolls weapon11: (2)+9: 11

<OOC> Ulthan says, "Forgot the +4"

<OOC> Skyler says, "With the +4 hit"

GAME: Ulthan rolls damage11+4: aliased to 2d8+9+4: (6)+9+4: 19
</blockquote>

Ulthan yells at the Mephit coming out. "Hey, that's no way to greeet a lass!" In mid-sentence, he seems to move like a Blur and steps forward swinging at the mephit that had breathed at Bryn, and makes a solid thunk on the flying nuisance, turning them definitely non-solid.

At Ulthan's blow, bits of sewage and chunks of corn are splattered by his mighty flail in with *very* unpleasant squelching sound.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "Memphit1 is gunna move and then summon another memphit"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d100: (40): 40

<OOC> Skyler says, "It fails"
</blockquote>

Beyond the pillar in the centre, unaware that the other Mephit was splattered by Ulthan, another of those disgusting creatures flies forward and down, pausing to spread it's gooey fingers as it lets out a shriek.

Unfortunately, the shriek does nothing. It glances at it's hands in confusion, before shaking it's head in shame at it's own failure. Even poop can feel shame.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "I'll sent Little Flame to 13, 15 to put her in position to provide flank with Crik if he moves in (she has a 40' move) And then she'll attack Mephit 2. Then I'll also fire my bow at Mephit 2"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Actually, I'll 5' down to 10, 11 before firing my bow."

<OOC> Sjach says, "First is Little Flame's attack."

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+4: (12)+5+4: 21

<OOC> Sjach says, "I think she'll provoke moving there, she'll risk it."

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+5: (5)+5: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "AoO"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Wiff"

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+4: (5)+4: 9

<OOC> Sjach says, "That's her damage."

<OOC> Sjach says, "Now my arrow."

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+4: (2)+8+4: 14

<OOC> Sjach says, "Well, flat footed if it hasn't seen me yet since I was sneaking,."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Roll stealth"

GAME: Sjach rolls stealth: (12)+6: 18

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (13)+6: 19

<OOC> Skyler says, "Miss"
</blockquote>

Sjach clicks his tongue, and nods his head- all the signal that Little Flame needs to come bounding out of the shadows behind him as he steps forwards, drawing back the knocked arrow and dropping to a knee in one smooth motion as he levels it at the shrieking Mephit. Little flame bounds past him, padding along the floor to get behind the Mephit, ignoring the creatures foetid claws lashing out for her she swings around and leaps towards the creature, tearing a chunk off of it and with a flick of her head dashing the disgusting lump against the stone floor. In the same moment, Sjach looses his arrow and sends it sailing through the air, whipping past the Mephit to break against the far wall. He grunts his dissatisfaction, but is already knocking a fresh arrow to replace it.

The pile of brown goo under the chained corpse of the mage quivers... and seems to fall back into the layer of mud on the ground, disappearing...

<blockquote>
<OOC> Jarik says, "Lucky me then, I'm firing a ray of enfeeblement at Mephit 3"

GAME: Jarik casts Ray of Enfeeblement. Caster Level: 2 DC: 15

GAME: Jarik rolls 1+4: (18)+1+4: 23

GAME: Jarik rolls 1d6+1: (1)+1: 2

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+2: (13)+2: 15

<OOC> Jarik says, "-1 then, go me! T_T"
</blockquote>

Jarik was going to pull one of his usual combat tricks, then lightly touching the two hides he had on him, thought better of it, either would need to use their mouths to attack and well.. he casts a glance at the mephits. No. Instead he pulls his claws off his belt, sliding them onto his hand as he makes his way down one of the paths. As soon as he sees the mephit in the air he brings up his hands, hissing arcane words as he fires a beam of purple black energy towards the flying.. beastie.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Dirk says, "Well, it's the only target I can feasibly get to. I'll take a step to 7,8"

<OOC> Dirk says, "Then Improved Vital Shot."

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (16)+17+2+-4: 31

GAME: Dirk rolls dmg: aliased to 1d12+2+8: (12)+2+8: 22
</blockquote>

Dirk's eyes get wide as those hideous -things- come flapping and splooting and blorting around. "-Ewwww-!" He takes a step forward, swinging up his thunderbelcher. He sights down the barrel, draws a deep breath, and pulls the trigger. CH-BOOM! The weapon kicks in his grip, and the winged elemental is hit centre mass! It leaves a most -interesting- smelling splat-pattern on the wall. "Hah! How d'ye like -that-, ye flyin' shit?" he growls, racking the slide as he prepares to engage further.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Crik says, "I will take a potshot with hand crossbow then, from stealth. ._."

GAME: Crik rolls weapon2+4: (7)+8+4: 19

<OOC> Crik says, "I can five foot to 13,13!"

GAME: Crik rolls damage2+3d6+4: aliased to 1d4+0+3d6+4: (3)+0+(12)+4: 19

<OOC> Crik attempts to stealth again. ._.

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (6)+13: 19

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+6: (3)+6: 9

<OOC> Skyler says, "Success"

<OOC> Skyler says, "He's gunna attempt to summon another mephit"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d100: (70): 70

<OOC> Skyler says, "fails"
</blockquote>

Crik snuck forward of the party, and peeked around the corner. That was such a long time ago though. The minute has felt like forever, as mephits and larger and less larger people reduce things to the foulest of essences.

Crik holds his hand crossbow to his chest. Slowly, he creeps forward as the thunderbelcher finishes off yet another mephit, takes aim and fires off a bolt, before continuing to try and hide, pretending to be nothing but scenery.

The mephit lets out a squeak as it's hit, splattering suspiciously yellow liquid against the ground. It then darts into a corner, attempting to hide behind the pillar...

<blockquote>
<OOC> Bryn says, "I will move around to 16,8 or so, to help out ... I don't remember who that icon is."

<OOC> Haggerty says, "Walk forward to get LOS to the Meph. Then shoot crossbow."

<OOC> Skyler says, "No line of sight"
</blockquote>

Bryn guessed right on folks runnin in (or shootin in) to stomp stuff; cause stuff is gettin stomped. Which ain't a bad thing. "Ye! Smack 'em up good!" She heads around the other way to try and help out a certain hunky halfsie. "Ey! Why ain'tcha smooshed 'em yet?" she teases with a tusky grin as she walks by and up to the li'l squishy thing (the mephit, not Jarik).

Haggerty sees the pasting of the planar infused visitor, smiles and nods along with the hip pouch perching pup sized cuteness. Those fluttering means are inoperational now. But where is anything? A thought and a tasty doggo bite for the pug to sniffle and strain bent ears when the giant(-er) sized person smashes and blocks sight. Crouching down to find targets is so not happening in this "element". The book mage wades ahead in quirky dancing tiptoeing steps to locate targets lest the bulldoglet informs him of.. "By Caracoroth's foul... What IS that!?!?" Walking or shimmying faeces with limbs slash pseudopods, no doubt! There is nothing to see, then. The pointy hatted fellow scowls and does not get to needle the other flyer with his own bolts, either. He searches for the winger with heavy crossbow ready.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame will move to 16, 12, flank with Bryn and attack. Sjach will move to 15, 14 and also attack. Both going for Mephit 3"

<OOC> Sjach says, "Little Flame first."

GAME: Sjach rolls 5+4: (13)+5+4: 22

GAME: Sjach rolls 1d6+4: (1)+4: 5

<OOC> Sjach says, "And me."

GAME: Sjach rolls weapon10+4: (1)+8+4: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

<OOC> Sjach says, "Man, sjach clearly got poo in his eyes."

<OOC> Skyler says, "It's dead on Flamers"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Surfaces and attacks Bryn"

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (9)+12: 21

GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+12: (2)+12: 14
</blockquote>

Sjach clicks and chirps a command to his Animal Companion once more, directing her attention to the last remaining mephit- and she dashes after it, circling around to the other side while Bryn distracts it. The creature's natural instincts serve it well when it comes to flanking its foes, and she leaps up onto its back, dragging it low with her foreclaws and then crushing its throat with her jaws. She shakes the stricken creature just to make double sure its dead before throwing it hard against the nearby wall.

Meanwhile, Sjach is moving up, from one corner to another- making sure to keep himself where he won't easily be surrounded. A different sort of instinct, but one no less potent, as he draws back another bow- and then relaxes when he sees that Little Flame has dispatched the creature. He keeps it knocked, and asks, "Is that the last of them?" looking across to Bryn.

<blockquote>
GAME: Skyler rolls 1d8+5: (5)+5: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "Also need a fort save"

GAME: Bryn rolls fortitude+2: (5)+6+2: 13

<OOC> Skyler says, "You're entrapped"
</blockquote>

The answer to that question?

No. It isn't.

The mud and shit at Bryn's feet quivers and abruptly a large, vaguely humanoid figure erupts out, howling with fury as it lashes out with two massive mits that end in hardened claws.

One smashes down on Bryn, splattering her in shit and mud and bits of corn that entangle her limbs, while the other whiffs and goes soaring over her head. It then lets out another roar.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Jarik says, "Well, I'm going to swipe at that big pile in front of me"

GAME: Jarik rolls weapon1: (16)+5: 21

<OOC> Jarik says, "+4"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Hit!"

GAME: Jarik rolls damage1+4: aliased to 1d6+3+4: (3)+3+4: 10

<OOC> Skyler says, "Smack the poop!"

<OOC> Jarik says, "Then taking a 5-foot step up to 15,7"

<OOC> Jarik says, "Actually, make that 16,7"

<OOC> Dirk says, "Move up to 12, 8 and hit the poopuddle with an Improved Vital Shot."

<OOC> Skyler says, "Doo eeet"

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (20)+17+2+-4: 35 (THREAT)
</blockquote>

Jarik lets out a strangled and particularly vile curse in yrch-speak as the things comes bursting out of the muck in front of him, seemingly engulfing Bryn. He doesn't back away or retreat, instead he swipes at the creature with his metal claws, hoping they can actually hurt the blasted thing. Then he carefully moves out of the way of his allies coming up from behind him, giving them free access to the new monstrosity on the field.

<blockquote>
<OOC> Skyler says, "No crit"

<OOC> Skyler says, "Roll straight damage, big guy"

GAME: Dirk rolls 3d12+2+8: (14)+2+8: 24
</blockquote>

Dirk's eyes get wide as he gets his first glimpse of the animate compost heap. As it swoops up to engulf Bryn, those eyes narrow and his beard bristles. He trundles forward, skidding to a halt and going to one knee by Ulthan. He takes aim around his embiggened friend's knee and sights down the barrel. "HEY! YOU! LET 'ER GO!" he bellows. He pulls back the trigger and fires. CHK-BOOM! The bullet hits the elemental with a mighty SPLATT! Poor Jarik might be treated to a rather unpleasant shower as poo-mental innards go splattering. He can only stare, slack-jawed, as the thing burbles and blorps, tipping back the trim of his tricorne. "What the fuck have people been -eatin'- lately?" he wonders aloud.

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Grim Deed (Part 1)

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Thurid: Created page with "A boring old room buried somewhere in the Adventurer's Guild The provided room in the Guild is plain. There would be warm light striking across the pair of figures seated at the end of the table, if it weren't for the constant snow fall. It would have been dramatic. It _could_ have been dramatic. Instead, the adventurers are presented with a person in dark black and brown robes; and what appears to be a large person wearing full plate armour The former was seated at..."

A boring old room buried somewhere in the Adventurer's Guild

The provided room in the Guild is plain. There would be warm light striking across the pair of figures seated at the end of the table, if it weren't for the constant snow fall. It would have been dramatic. It _could_ have been dramatic.

Instead, the adventurers are presented with a person in dark black and brown robes; and what appears to be a large person wearing full plate armour The former was seated at the end of the table with his gloved hands clasped together. He had a straight posture, nearly cheerful one - despite the fact that he was wearing a surprisingly ornate metal mask with vertical slits. It was a stark contrast to the dusty, extremely utilitarian clothing he was wearing - or the rather average looking shovel leant against the wall behind him.

For the latter - the armour looked excessively decorative and ancient. It was blue, yes - but the pale green has taken to the edges, making it seem near ancient. Worn engravings litter the plates, and the person seemed to be wearing a plain looking longsword. They were also completely still.

Though, perhaps the most worrying aspect of the sight - there was a pile of paperwork and set of pens laid out. The promise of the dreaded Paperwork!

"Ah-! Excellent. I knew no good adventurer could resist the lure of just reward!" The man in the dark robes greets, gesturing for the adventurers to step in. "It would be quite the undoing if an adventurer did not adventure for reward now and then." A chuckle behind the mask. "Now, everyone carefully read the posting?" He asks, tilting his head at everyone in turn.

The armour behind the robes raises his head - the helmet jostles slightly - and then lowers it, as if they just had taken a deep breath.

Culix has made her way here- the Goblin is already dressed up for work, with her cloak drawn up over her head, lower face covered with a bandanna and a pair of goggles with smoked lenses currently pushed up onto her brow, revealing the only stretch of grey skin and silver hair visible on the monochrome goblin's form, the rest tucked away behind layers of various shades of dark grey leather.

"I did. Sounded almost like an upper floor job but I'm guessing that's not the case with your last line. No evil? Not that thieving is evil in itself... but the guild doesn't usually sponsor snatch jobs." The goblin says, having a healthy dose of Alexandrian working class patter to her accent. "So what is it we're fetching, and from who- or what?" she asks plain.

Forget killer Pothy dolls and invisible pickpockets and strangely hot demon cowboys: Bureaucrats are the real villains of Ea. Everyone knows that, and Skyler Skywalker, (ex) Sky Pirate and swasher of buckling (whatever that is) is no exception. The paperwork is met with a widening of pale grey-green eyes, dismay written all over his face as he nudges the half-oruch beside him.

"Do you think anyone would believe me if I pretended to be illiterate?" He asks, in a hushed-but-slightly-too-loud voice, "Because there doesn't look like there's pictures, and I have a devil of a time with books that don't have pictures." That said, he straightens his shoulders, and plasters on a friendly, cheerfully vapid smile. "Hi! Yes! I read it, twice. Sounds fun. I missed the part about it being a masquerade party, though. Are you supplying the masks or do we need to come up with them ourselves and get reimbursement...? You clearly got the memo." That to the be-goggled and bandanad Culix.

Reithak was one of the adventurers who found the posting for the job, and it did sound like fun! Or at the very least, could be a nice change of pace.

So the large egalrin strode into the room, finding a chair to lean over. One brow raised at the amount of paperwork. "Well, nice to meet you folks, that's a right pile of forms, though. What's got you so concerned about or help you feel the need t'be so thorough?"

Carver frowns as she enters the room, taking in the framing of how they sit and indeed present themselves. Red flags? Let me count thee. Her own face is clean for once of her raccoon-styled warpainting, so her discomfort is writ large there. Even as Culix speaks in the language of 'er people'.

"Right." She'd admit to not really knowing what's in her heart. She hadn't much thought about it. "Why's all yous covering your faces like he said?" She points at Skyler in agreement this time, not even poking him in the rib.

GAME: Skyler rolls perception: (7)+8: 15

GAME: Reithak rolls craft/tailoring: (4)+7: 11

"No." Is Jarik's one word response to Skyler's inquiry about being illiterate, before crunching into a winter-wizened apple he bought from a street vendor on the way over to the guildhall. It's almost all core now, but still he crunches away as he regards the two fellows at the top of the table then at the pile of paperwork in front of them.

"Though I should probably say if any writing is involved my penmanship is absolutely atrocious." He nods his head at the question about reading the ad though.

GAME: Culix rolls knowledge/local: (12)+9: 21

The man in the robes adjusts his cloak and his clothing - it wasn't all robes; he was wearing a rather smart looking padded shirt over it, and leather straps with shoulder bag. Various satchels and tiny pockets line up the sides of the man. He seemed to be dressed down for business - except for the mask. The armour in the background though, just stands silent.

Culix's questions makes him turn his head, then at the papers, then at the armour "I told you that bit about the nimble fingers-" He stops, holds up his hands, shakes them for a moment, then lowers them, drumming his fingers across the table. "I apologize. It must be a deadly misunderstanding. No underhanded misdeeds, chicanery, or skulduggery is required." He makes a sweeping gesture. "What you -" He turns to look at everyone else in turn, before he finishes his grandiose sweep of hand. "What you shall be 'fetching' is simply the deed to the manor from the manor," The gobling is shot another look. "That /I/, by happen-stance, happen to possess." He holds up his finger. "Before you ask, no, I am too busy tending to my vineyard in this dreadful blizzard, to do so myself."

He puts his hands back down onto the table. "Now! With that clarified, we can begin. Firstly, the legal papers," He starts picking up papers off the stack one by one, sliding them towards each adventurer. "This is a legal document as demanded by the Guild and with few of my own provisions, to say that you have entered the premises by your own free will and under no duress, and that I nor anyone of the manor shall be held liable to any work accidents." He lowers his head a touch. "And that you shall also forgo any demands of restoration, monetary or otherwise."

Pens are handed out afterwards. It was also obvious this was not Adventurer's Guild paperwork.

"If you cannot write, simple house mark of your choice will suffice." The person in the armour with a very hollow, very neutral voice, adds.

Culix shrugs as the rest of them comment on the covered up face. "Aint good with the sun." she admits, and tugs her face mask down a bit to show off more of her grey skin, her goblin complexion bleached entirely of its former forest hues. "Dunno what their story is, though." she admits, nodding back towards the clients as she tugs the mask back up into place. She looks back towards the pair as she waits for them to elaborate, eyeballing that particularly still member of the pair.

She rolls her fingers on the table a couple of times, at first maybe just an idle gesture, but anyone versed in hand-speech will recognize it as a subtle call for attention. With that done, she makes a few clandestine motions hoping that at least some of her companions will grasp their meaning. "Guardian Golem?" and then a glance at the still figure with the hollow voice.

< Handspeech >

Then the paperwork is pushed over towards her, and her hackles rise. Not because she's averse to reading, really, but she's signed things away before she'd rather not have. So she pours over the wording, studying it carefully.

Reithak quickly plucked a moderately sized feather from on of her wings, slicing the end off at an angle. "There's definitely something that isn't adding up about all of this." *Reithak mused, twirling the makeshift quill in one hand.* "Real fancy clothes you've got there, but they're in quite a bit of a mess, t'be honest. Only thing is, I can't tell if they're just worn out, or if you got them made to look like that?"

Reithak shrugged, reaching into a pocket for a small ink pot. "I'd like to know more about who I'm working for and what we're doing, before signing a document like this that ain't supplied by the guild, is all."

Skyler can barely speak Tradespeak... The handspeech goes right over his head, whooosh. But it's as much because of how his eyes are staring at the armour so intensely as a lack of brains. "Adventurers aren't cheap." He comments, frowning, "And neither are people to draft binding contracts for said adventurers that aren't the typical Guild paperwork." He picks up his stack of papers, squares his shoulders, and begins to read.

"We didn't ask anything except why you're masked." He points out, "At least, not originally. But since you brought it up, it does seem as if you or your hollow friend over there are more than capable."

Carver's vision swims as she looks over the paperwork. Not a fan. Her suspicion is not echoed in the face of the others, who are more than diligent with their questions. She came for a job, right? She bites on her lower lip in thought before reaching up and taking her horse brooch on her collar. One stamp marks it with a rearing beast. She slowly pushes it back over to the very on-the-level masked man.

Jarik crunches into his apple one more, biting the core in half then munching down the second half as well, no waste. Shrugging his boar-hide cloak off one shoulder to free his hand he reaches out to take the papers in hand. His handwriting may be awful, but he was taught how to read and so he begins to go over the words, slowly and methodically. Mostly trying to pick out any hidden language that might bite him in the butt later on.

The papers are filled with legalese. As usual, it starts with lengthy definitions of whom or what various terms mean, then it moves onto explain the purpose of the contract, and then the nitty gritty begins... Broadly however, and without a degree in lawyering, it seems to be a contract more or less saying what the man in robes said. Though it is very meticulous about detailing the various injuries and expenses one might endure. At the very end, it states the contract is between 'Quentin Graves' and 'Guild of Arcane Appropriations', and naturally the respective party member.

"See? Smart adventurers. They read the paperwork! I told you this was a great idea." The man in robes says, with obvious pleasure. When Carver reaches out with the brooch, the armoured 'golem' steps forward. One could nearly feel the exhale, even if none appears, when they approach. "They. Think. I. Am. A Golem." They tersely state as a red wax candle is lit for Carver. "I am. Not. A Golem. I am Lord-Captain Maximillian and the -" The 'golem' begins to speak in what appears to be barely withheld anger before the robed figure interrupts him, with a wave of his hand an. "Yes, yes, no one likes a show off. Let them read in peace."

The man steeples his fingers again and leans towards Skyler. "The mask? It is because of the wind - quite the hustle to put it on, I will tell you. And yes, yes, capable and all that, but I do hope we are not here to talk about me and my companion here." The egalrin's comment makes him turn and he gives his clothes a good pat down. "Ah, excellent. Exactly as it should. What you do not know, does not kill you," He lets out a short laugh at that. "... but let me assure you, you will be duly rewarded for this... tiny task. The journey can be a bit rough and this is extremely important document, which is why I am not hiring a simple courier, but well-respected adventurers instead!"

The 'Golem' - whose armour was obviously and extremely ill-fitting, judging how much it jostled - raises their shoulders, before levelling their 'gaze' upon Carver. "Which house do you hail from?"

"The one I live in?" Skyler blinks at the 'Golem''s question, squinting at him before saying in an aside to the half-oruch at his side, "What a silly question." He continues to thumb through his paperwork before getting to the end. Spotting Carver and her seal, he sags in relief. He really didn't want to be the first and take the blame if this goes badly. And so with a flourish, he signs his name: Skyler Skywalker.

To Max, he shrugs, "I mean, something's not right about you. Do we need to oil the armour joints? I hear they get rusty if you stand out in the snow too long."

Culix mulls over the contract for a while longer, eventually deciding that she doesn't find any clauses about selling her soul or swearing fealty after death, eventually goes ahead and signs it. But she does file away those names somewhere in the back of her mind, making a mental note to go ask some friends in the Guild of the Sly about them before departing from the city. Ultimately she doesn't care much for who they are so long as their gold spends, but there's only so many times one can be stabbed in the back before becoming averse to the process.

"Don't get pissy now, rust in boots. You look like one and act like one." she says, sliding her signed contract back over. "If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck." she shrugs.

Carver pauses as the 'Golem' speaks, squinting up at him, perhaps sensing the defensive response she almost evoked. She didn't read the paperwork but the implied insult in not doing so is either dumb or muted; depending on one's expectation. "I looks like I has a House?" The emphasis on the syllables capitalizes the identity. An expectation of importance passed down by blood. "I looks like I has titles?" With all her furs and hide, it's implied all her wealth is carried in her assortment of magical equipment or gear. No plan for the future. No investment for the greatness of lineage.

"I'm Carver. I do dumb things for pay. Sir Mountain. Respect-full-lee."

"Oh, Ceinara's cramping corset, where't the blue bird boy when you need him?" *Reithak bemoaned as her eyes started to glaze over a bit reading the document. "Lot of clauses for death and dismemberment for just going to a manor and getting a document." The egalrin grumbles. "You sure there's nothing sketchy about this? I don't even know what this guild of arcane appropriations is, anyways. But, eh, whatever, Still weird you're trying to look more beat up than you actually are, I usually prefer people being up front and honest about themselves."

"Or it's a druid pretending to be a duck." Jarik points out helpfully, looking up from the document for a moment before bowing his head and going back to reading. "You know, when you try to downplay it by saying a tiny task and then hand us a contract like this, it really sends mixed signals." The half-oruch bemoans as he places the paper back on the table. Then without comment reaches out, dabs his thumb on the top of the ink bottle, then presses it against the line at the bottom of the page. They did say a mark of their choice.

"This generation." 'Max, the Golem' audibly grinds something together and then decides to ignore the banter aimed towards them, before turning back towards Carver. "That is respectable." They slightly bow their head, which causes the helmet to rattle about. They points with his gauntlet at the paper. "Press your seal into the wax and then here."

The man in robes stands up and pats the large armoured "Now now, do be gentle on the old Max here, it is not very often we are awarded a city trip. Only the situation now is rather dire." He makes a regretful motion with his hands. "And as we are all now in the trenches together, so to speak," He holds up his hands in arresting motion, "I am Quintin Graves, the owner of the Manor of Umbergloom, and it is the deed to this man that is the object of your search." He puts his hands down onto his hips, eyeing everyone up and down. "The Guild of Arcane Appropriations needs a proof of my ownership, or those _gravediggers_ -" He suddenly slams his fist down onto the table, "- will possess the manor and everyone in it for unpaid taxes." He takes in a deep breath, exhales, adjusts his shirt.

"Now, the manor is quite far away and I trust none of you have heard of it, so I will be providing a map and appropriate sum for your travel expenses. I trust you are as adept at navigating as you are suspicious of us." This either seemed to amuse or unnerve him. It was hard to say which. He fetches the said map out of his pocket, a long scroll, and unrolls it. It is a very old looking map; with locations that you recognize, but also many you do not, scribbled in ink. "Simply follow the blue line to the red cross."

"The staff of the manor will recognize this invitation," Envelope with a fancy seal is held out, "And once you are inside, I simply ask you to find this deed and then return with it to the Guild with haste." He looks around. "Any questions?"

Carver does as she is told, pressing her seal to binding friendship. A fruitful endeavour for one and all, with no questionable or shady aftertones! Just good ole' adventurin'. She just nods at the giant knight and steps back to join her others. She lets another take the letter of invitation.

"Don't take it personally, I'm suspicious of everyone." Culix tells the robed man, "Not least of all folks offering to pay me. Call it hard won lessons." she says as she takes a look at the map. "Every/one/?" she repeats. A glance at the stiff suit of armour. "More 'not golems'?" she asks, and then shrugs. "Well, can deal with that. So long as they aren't going to take offence while we're there." she adds, and then holds out her hand to accept the letter of invitation.

"Unpaid taxes?" Skyler looks alarmed at that, and then down at his signature as if he's trying to figure out if he can lick his thumb and wipe his signature away, "You aren't passing on the burden of taxes onto us are you? We aren't going to have our pay reward garnished as the recipients of the lien? The only thing worse than Jarik's morning breath is *tax collectors*. At least with Jarik I can shove some mint in his mouth."

He grimaces, and glances over at the map. And at Culix's comment, adds, "I'm still *highly* suspicious of you two, but I do have a certain level of trust in the people signing on with me." Beat. "And our ability to take our pay out of your hide if you should betray us."

"Well, alright then, guess that's that." Reithak shrugs, relenting and signing off on the document. "Sure, doesn't explain why you need us to get it, but whatever, I'm not about to let these people get in over their heads without me. I don't like this, but too late to duck out now, suppose."

Jarik gives Skyler a slightly withering glare at the morning breath comment, then sighs and shakes his head before returning most of his attention to the suspicious duo. "Well, for now I'll assume its above board. Don't really care about your tax problems, but as long as I get my pay I'll help." Not that he already agrees by 'signing'. "At least this seems like an amusing group to spend a few days on the road with." He murmurs, looking over at the map.

"Ah, a woman after my heart-!" A sudden pause and the large knight puts their hand on Graves' shoulder, leaning towards Culix. "He meant everything, not everyone. Slip of the tongue. Speech disorder." Then there's impatient waving and the hand is pushed away. "Yes," Quintin coughs and adjusts his shirt. "Everything. Though you will find plenty of this," He gives a knock on the armour, "In the manor. Traditional, you understand."

Turning back towards the rest of the party, Quintin Graves puts his hands together. "Excellent. Those _ blood sucking leeches_ shall receive nothing-"

"Except paperwork." The large not-golem interjects.

"- except paperwork with this deadly bunch! Now, the staff is instructed to protect my property while I am tending to my vineyard - my grapes are suffering this time of the year, you understand - so there might be few misunderstandings. I trust all of you are professional about how you handle the situations as they arise, and keep the damage minimal. And naturally, as I only asked for good, law-abiding adventurers with nothing but pure intentions in their hearts, the rest of the valuables shall naturally stay."

The man in robes, Graves, turns to look at his armoured friend. "This was a brilliant idea. Far better than that thieving guild, none of them would have even gotten inside." The helmet just droops to one side in an exaggerated 'eyeroll' with a helmet.

The red gloved hand slips under his shirt and he pulls out a slender box, sealed with wraps and wax. "For the rest of the practicalities, this is for the dog, in case he gets eager." He puts the box down. Another letter is fetched then. "This is for the case you are forced to make a move. I do hope not," He holds up his hand, "But impatience is a deadly sin." Fetching into his robes more, he pulls out slender key. "This is for the shed. In case you need shovels. For the sewers." More rummaging. "Did I forget anything?" He asks from the walking armour

"The anti-rusting agent." The reply comes, with the typical, vaguely annoyed tone. "In case something is stuck."

"Ah, yes!" The vial is then put down onto the table. "Now, that should be all. Any questions? Reward on delivery, of course."

Culix will let someone else take the key, she has the invitation and is quite confident she'll be able to manage without anyway. She rubs her cheek through the fabric of her bandanna, and then sighs, "Honestly, I'm halfway convinced we're part of some kind of mummery. You pair couldn't be more suspicious if you tried. But if your gold spends, I don't care." she says, and then pushes herself out of her seat. "No questions. Couple things to see to in town, before I leave, but I'll meet you all at the stables?" she suggests, looking around to the party.

"Nah, you're right, this stinks worse than a dead fish in the summer sun" *Reithak shrugs as she caps off her ink pot and stows it back away. "Especially the fact that these staff are supposed to be attacking us if we show up."

Reithak shook her head and stopped leaning over the bed. "Alright, well, alright. I don't like this, but what's there to be done?"

Yoink! Skyler is quick to take the key, putting it into a pocket of his leather overcoat. "She's right, y'know. You're acting so suspicious that it's almost circled around back to being trustworthy. Almost." He glances around the group, waiting for other people to take other stuff, and adds to Reithak, "We could refuse the job, report them to the Adventurer's Guild for misrepresentation." He suggests, and raises one eyebrow, "But again, I trust this group to deal with anything thrown our way. If we don't take the job, they might go find a group of children to foster it off onto."

Carver takes her brooch, attaching it back to her collar with a sigh. She doesn't bother agreeing with the others. They were right. It all stank. They'd likely find someone else to do the job if they didn't. They could run it to the authority but... who knows? "I can guide us there. Knows the roads, if not this place." Once they get there, they will have to make more choices. Hopefully no shame will be cast upon her ancestors for taking this job. "Maybe we shoul' even consider a cart and some packmules. Path not likes to be easy, innit?"

She gives one last trepidatious look at the most suspicious of duos. "I can't thinks of any, but I was never really good at doin' so."

"Anti-rusting agent.." Jarik says as he picks up the vial, holding it up to the light. "I could have used some of this on some of my traps back home." He says, apropo of nothing, but he tucks the vial safely away in one of his belt pouches after wrapping it in a spare bit of fabric. No sense risking a break. "Well, stinky or not, stables seems like a good place to meet back up. I need to grab a few things myself."

"I have this dreadful feeling that I am not trusted." Quintin taps his chest. "However, by my life, this has all been sanctioned by the Guild and the Guild and what I have stated here today is all as I have stated today here."

The armoured figure interjects again. "It's all like he says. For once, no tricks." The helmet turns to look towards Reithak - and this time it kind of stays stuck, half way tilted. "Standard safety practice. There are plenty of irreplaceable possessions there."

Quintin claps his hands together as the adventurers start to depart. "Excellent! I will wait for your expedited return." He gathers up the writing implements and scrolls and neatly stuffs them into his bag. "And if I believed in luck, but I do not, I would wish good luck in hunting down the mimic, but I am certain adventurers of your interesting mettle shall find no trouble in doing so!"

The man in robes then turns towards the knight. "Time to go, Golem. Joints need oiling." The 'golems' gauntlets flex momentarily, but then the pair begins to leave.

Culix looks Carver's way, "I've got a horse in the stables." she admits with a faint grimace like she's admitting to something distasteful. Not an animal person, perhaps. Or at least, not an avid rider. "But a cart might not be such a bad idea. We can rent one at the north gate, as I recall." she suggests. She steps towards the door, since it seems they are about done here, and pulls her goggles back down over her eyes as she prepares to head outside into the light.

Carver's eyes light up when Culix says she has a horse, "Oh?" Are we now best friends? Yes, we are!

Rather than continue his accusations of trustworthiness, Skyler shakes his head almost sadly. "Well, I think we're all going to go our separate ways and probably investigate, right?" He says to the group brightly, "I'll get us some cookies from a Gnomish bakery. It's hard to be suspicious and distrustful on the first day of a journey with *cookies* in your belly!"

"Finding transportation is the best course of action to begin with. I'm not great with riding horses, but I'm not terrible. We should probably get some things sorted before that though." Reithak muses, packing up her things and looking around. "Could probably use some supplies, and more information before we set out."

Quintin Graves, the apparent owner and probable lord of the Manor of Umbergloom, picks up his ordinary looking shovel off the wall and with ease leans it upon his shoulder. The Golem and Quintin then move past the discussing group, bantering amongst themselves.

"See? They are smart! Investigating us! They even read the paperwork, do you think you would catch a mage dead doing that?" The man in robes says.

"I do not think they will find the mimic. Even _you_ could not find the mimic with the deed." The armour replies sourly, the large heavy plates clanking loud.

"You worry too much, they are even bringing snacks..."

And the voices disappear, as all there is left for the party to find...

... The Grim Deed of the Manor Umbergloom.

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Thurid: Created page with "A lot of people take the sewers of Alexandria City for granted. No surprise, really. People don't like thinking about the waste that a city that size generates, and given the attitude towards Artificers the technology used to manage it isn't common knowledge or particularly celebrated. But sometimes, people gotta get their hands dirty.... Which is why the gathered adventurers find themselves exploring the sewers of Alexandria City. Not because they're going to be doing..."

A lot of people take the sewers of Alexandria City for granted.

No surprise, really. People don't like thinking about the waste that a city that size generates, and given the attitude towards Artificers the technology used to manage it isn't common knowledge or particularly celebrated. But sometimes, people gotta get their hands dirty....

Which is why the gathered adventurers find themselves exploring the sewers of Alexandria City. Not because they're going to be doing civil engineering. Gods, no! There's other people for that. They're here because one of those 'other people' disappeared, an conjurer and his apprentice that were looking to increase efficiency of disposal through magic. The SPA quietly put out word asking for people to assist, and so here the rag-tag group find themselves, up shit creek without a paddle.

Literally.

Their guide is a gnomish fellow that looks perpetually befuddled, green hair sticking straight up as he walks along the small pathway beside the river of sewage, a cloth over his nose. "... And they were just gone! We think there was a cave-in, but there's a possibility that it was also smugglers. The particular tunnel they were working on is below a goblin boarding house and you know how they are..." He shakes his head, "Sorry that was racist and unkind. But smugglers down there has been a problem, and it causes back-ups 'coz they don't want the merch to smell funny, and it gets messy because they serve corn chowder and..."

He continues to ramble as they walk, leading them deeper into roughly hewn tunnels.

Ulthan trudges along, a little more hunch4ed than he's used to, although to be fair, this is NOTY first time he's been down here looking for someone who went missing, so he had went to Goblin Town to buy a coverall to wear over his armour.

Dirk always gets called in on jobs like this. Dwarves are a decided minority in the Adventurer's Guild. Sure, his adventurer's profile lists him as a -forest- based ranger, with vast skills in tracking and wilderness survival. But no matter how often he begs, pleads, rages, and/or sobs, he's always the one they call on when heroes need to go underground. Or undercity, in this instance. So here he is now, his eyes squinched against the foul vapors, one hand clutching the stock of his thunderbelcher, while the other desperately holds his scarf over his mouth and his big dwarven nose. "Dana's flowery -teats-, it's worse than the -last- time I was down here!" he grumbles. "Any smuggler who can put up wi' -this- kind o' stink deserves tae get away with it!" Their gnomish guide's ramblings are not helping. The mention of corn chowder turns the burly old snowbeard green around the gills. His hefty middle gives an angry-sounding gurgle, and he gulps noisily. "Ullp! Och, I -had- tae go an' have the extra-spicy curry fer lunch," he whines softly.

Bryn heard talk of these amazing sewer things, but had never seen them before. Now she's seeing them. "Huh. Thought they'd be bigger. Fancier. Looks lots like a cave..." She points out as she looks around, stooping at some points. "Mebbe a fancy cave, I guess. 'Cept fer all the crap in it."

But they're not exactly here for sightseeing. "So, mebbe they got trapped, mebbe crushed, mebbe ran inta somthin' that didn' like 'em. Got it."

This may be the straw that breaks the camel's back and forces Sjach to finally give in to Seyardu's gentle suggestions that maybe he should get a new pair of pants, and that the sack-cloth look is deeply unfashionable. But for now, they are the right sort of clothes for the job- something which burns readily, and will be no great loss when they inevitably need replacing. Sjach peers around the dim tunnels of effluent with open disdain as he pads along, his companion- a bright orange-red Swiftclaw- plodding behind them. "This one had always thought the city smelled bad. Thiss one now sees why." he comments to no-one in particular. The hunter is more accustomed to stalking prety through swamps and forests, and while swamps are often fairly smelly affairs, clearly this artificial underground river offends his sensibilities.

For some reason there was an odd collection of cloaks near every corner the party went along. Sometimes, grey, sometimes ragged and sewn together, an oil cloth... then they were rustling near a pile of garbage. For some people it might just seem odd collection of coincidences - but for others, they might recognize the oddly specific collection of cloaks Crik usually carried with him.

It was also easy to spot the plague doctor looking mask the corvid egalrin was wearing, occasionally peeking from the pile of cloth. Stealthily tailing the team seemed to be just one of those things every good rogue needed to do. Or Crik, at least.

Swamps stink, marshes stink, but that's a sort of natural stink. Earthy decay and thick mold.. this.. Well Jarik couldn't help but sneer at the river of literal filth that passed by them. He's dressed as usual, more in line for trudging through the wilds than a sewer, but it works. Though he's wearing his worse pair of boots. They may be uncomfortable, but he's not getting the comfortable ones mucky. He could only silently nod his agreement with the others as he soaked a cloth in some booze from his flask then tied it over his face. Maybe the fumes from the potent whiskey would overwhelm some of the more unpleasant odors.

GAME: Jarik refreshes spells.

It doesn't just stink down here... it *stank*. But the gnomish fellow seems to be use to it. That or there's some tomfoolery about the kerchief he's got over his nose. Smelling salts? Something that makes his reaction pretty neutral.

To Dirk, he shrugs, "Well, it keeps the officials from looking too closely at things, don't you know, sir?" The gnome rambles away cheerfully, "And don't worry, if you get sick you can just lean over and..."

Fortunately he doesn't finish, turning to Bryn, "Oh, under some of the better sections of town they're almost pretty! I hear the Arcanist have fountains in the cesspits, even if I don't want to think too hard about what might be spewed into the air! But I bet they use magic to clean it up, so it's downright tasty. These are older, and not a lot of work's been put into them beyond a stable, clean, dry place for us to walk." Beat. "As long as it doesn't flood."

Which... is that really a risk? Gulp.

He pauses at a door, squinting at it. "Well, I think this is the entrance to the system they got lost in. Don't drink the water, don't eat anything you find on the floor, and if you die I'll be sure to add your names to the memorial wall." Beat. "What are your names? Ah, nevermind! The Adventure guild will know!" And he abruptly turns and begins to walk away, leaving the ragtag group of people, pets, and Bryn to figure out their next move...

Bryn's nose may be larger than many, but its not a super sniffer. Maybe that means the stank doesn't bother her so much. Or maybe her idea of 'normal' funk is a bit different. Or she's just not complaining, since it wouldn't make it smell any better if she did. "Right. No eatin offa the floor." Because that was everyone's first thought, right? "In we go! Time ta find and drag out some folks."

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (10)+13: 23

GAME: Crik rolls perception+2: (6)+11+2: 19

GAME: Sjach rolls 6: (9)+6: 15

GAME: Sjach rolls perception: (4)+9: 13

GAME: Dirk rolls perception+2: (7)+20+2: 29

Little flame Indicates, scraping at the ground with one of her hindlegs near (but not on- she's well trained) a track, and Sjach comes over to take a look. He squats down next to it, and touches the disturbed dirt, rubbing it between thumb and clawed forefingers. You can tell a lot about how old grime is by how greasy it is. "Tracks- thisss way." he says then, "Recent enough, could be them." he says then. "Walked, not dragged." he adds a moment later. He wipes his fingers on his trouser leg then pats his Swiftclaw on the side for a job well done.

Dirk stares after the gnome as he just up and -leaves- them down there. "Oh piss up my arse," he groans softly, before turning back to the doorway. He begins making his way into the tunnel beyond. Something catches his eye--a change in the stonework. This is -precisely- why the Adventurer's Guild assigned him to this particular job. He hunkers down, peering at the floor. "Hrm." He reaches out his fingers, but stops just before they touch the floor. "Nnnnnope. Nae touchin' -that-." He looks over his shoulder. "Oy. Everyone. Spotted some tracks." He looks up, and points with his thunderbelcher. "There. Those stairs. Maybe they're a way -out- o' this shithole!"

GAME: Ulthan rolls survival: (19)+6: 25

Crik hops out of the shadows in front of the party abruptly out of the shadows. He was wearing a plague doctor made out of leather - and bone skull - with few charms tangling off it. "There are torch marks, but I cannot hear anything." The corvid egalrin says, staring at the wall blankly. Then he pulls out a sunrod out of his cloak and holding it in his hand, starts walking - half hopping - forward into the darkness.

He can barely see. There are shades on his mask. He cannot remember the reason why anymore; something to do with fiends, probably.

GAME: Jarik rolls survival: (12)+6: 18

Bryn isn't a tracker, but nods at the word from those who are. "Ye, headin that way, right?" She points up ahead and gets to moving thattaways. "If'n they were goin th'other way, we woulda ran into 'em, I think." Right now, there's not a lot of ways people could've gone that she can see... and she can see just fine in the dim and dark.

Ulthan snoops for tracks, with whatever light he can scrounge from that available. He mutters something about needing to invest into some enchanted eyewear as he bends over almost double, both to not hit his head on the ceiling and to get his eyes close enough to the ground to see if there are any tracks that look unusual...

Jarik keeps his own eyes to the ground. It may not be the woods he's used to, but tracks and spoor are the same anywhere, right? Sure. He occasionally points out something to Ulthan. Other than that he remains silent and contemplative, or maybe he's just trying to not get slightly buzzed off the whiskey pressed up against his nose.

Into the breach once more! Forward the august adventurers roam, squelching under the faint layer of mud on top of the stonework. The stairs are rough hewn but sturdy, and they find themselves in a surprisingly large natural cavern with floors warn down by time and water. While there's a thick coat of mud (or what's hopefully mud) it's mostly dried to sand. The tunnel down is on the south-eastern wall, and the party can see a culvert on the eastern wall where a ditch roughly five feet across winds across the chamber before flowing through another culvert to the north west.

Beyond, there's a wall to the north with a small tunnel that they can't quite make out. Which leads to the first decision the group has to make... Do they head north and the tunnel? Or south, where a bend to the south-west suggests there's more to the cavern down that way? Unfortunately, while there appears to have been a bridge over the ditch previously, it's fallen into disrepair and flooded away.

GAME: Sjach rolls 5: (19)+5: 24

GAME: Sjach rolls survival+2: (17)+9+2: 28

GAME: Crik rolls perception+2: (8)+11+2: 21

GAME: Sjach rolls 6: (15)+6: 21

GAME: Sjach rolls perception: (14)+9: 23

GAME: Dirk rolls perception+2: (16)+20+2: 38

Crik cracks open the sunrod, and his tiny round goggles makes him look like the coolest plague doctor - except he was smelling like mint herbs, lavender oil - and a good smattering of the unmentionable. He looks around, looks at the ceiling, takes a step forward. Then pauses, looks at the floor. Hops back. After a moment, he takes another step forward, looking at the ceiling for reaaaally long time...

Then pauses again, neck still craned upwards. "There is a pressure plate ahead. We should not screw around pressure plates without screws in this place." He looks back down towards the ground.

Dirk looks around the new environs as he and his doughty comrades ascend the stairs. He tips back the brim of his tricorne, looking up and around. "Och, what do we have -here-, then," he muses. He sweeps his gaze around, wrinkling his nose at the rough workmanship. "Bah. What were they diggin' this out with, a blunt fork?" He carefully steps along the passageway, his heavy boots schlorping in the thick mud that covers the sand--but then he pauses with one foot hovering in the air. Sloooowly, he draws that foot back and hunkers down. He peers at the floor for a moment, then sweeps his gaze over to the wall. Then, he looks over to that culvert. "Oy, friends! Mind where ye step!" He points out the pressure plate right in front of him. "We're nae in a cavern--we're in an -overflow- channel. Steppin' on that's goin' tae open the culvert, an' we'll be up tae our noses in shit!"

Sjach continues onwards, looking around the room, before moving down towards the southwestern bend and apparent exit. He once again checks for tracks, and his swiftclaw checks with him, and once again he finds them. He pauses to try and make sense of what he's seeing there. "Came this way... then returned." he turns to look where Crik is indicating, and then nods his head. "Hatch above." he says, pointing it out. "And some kind of... thing, there." he points out the gears on the western wall. "Those I do not understand, and will leave to you." he suggests to Crik.

And then Dirk mentions the trap, and he nods once. "That... would be bad." he says then.

Ulthan, having been around with Crik before, was waiting for his analysis of the traps, then moves slowly behind his associate in places the pile of cloaks has indicated safe for someone of Ulthan's propensity to weight more than an average bear...

Bryn blinks (or winks, since it's basically the same thing) at the warning. "Don' step there 'r we'll be swimmin innit. Gotcha." She now knows where to avoid, but not where they -should- be going. "So, what now? Where we goin from 'ere?" Then she follows Sjach's notes, looks over at the things, then up at the hatch. "Up?"

Jarik is not squelching through the mud, in fact he barely seems to be paying it any mind, walking a top the muck like he's strolling down a city street of stone. Freed from having to worry too much about his boots, he keeps his head up, but the others seem to have the tracking and such well in hand. Though as the pressure plate is pointed out and what it does, he takes a couple small steps away, looking at it dubiously. "Sorry, machines were never my thing."

Once the pressure plate and the flooding mechanism are identified, it becomes clear that there's no more excitement to be found.. Just the ditch crossing the room's northeast corner, and the darkened tunnel leading north.

The trackers can see signs on the other side of someone having walked through the mud there, although even with Crik's sunrod it's too dark to make out what's in the tunnel or where it goes, just that it slopes upward.

GAME: Sjach rolls athletics: (4)+3: 7

GAME: Sjach rolls fort: (4)+7: 11

Sjach nods once, "I sill see what is north, before we go up." he tells the others and then pads over towards the edge of the river of sewage. He takes a moment assessing the gap, and then decides to take a couple steps back and try to vault over. He is less than successful- the far side is slippery, and he slides back down despite his best efforts. The membranes promptly close over his eyes, and he lifts the bow up above the level of the sewage to keep it dry. His head does briefly go under, but he drags himself back up the branch. He has to pause for a moment to collect himself, shudders, and resolutely refusing to acknowledge what just happened, he goes to take a look through the northern passage.

Bryn watches Sjach, then winces as he slips and drops in. Well, at least now they know how deep it is? And he still made it across. "See anythin interestin over there?"

"..." Crik stares at the mess of poop with an open beak. He looks down at his held bundle of rope, towards the party - and promptly hides the rope underneath his cloaks. "I can throw the sunrod over there!" He calls out helpfully, instead.

Dirk startles as Sjach slides down the side. "Och! Sjach, you a'right, laddie?" He peers towards the tunnel the sith entered, but the sunrod forces his vision to remain in the visible light spectrum.

Jarik isn't looking to where Sjach went, more intently staring at the direction it seems they'll need to go, at least until he hears the splash of something fairly large entering the... water would be a generous term. He turns, and visibly winces, but says nothing. No point rubbing it in.

Ulthan winces at the splash, but otherwise doesn't break his vigil over the group.

"A man. Softskin. Ssildynari... no, half blooded. Dead." Sjach shouts back across the group. His tone even more clipped than usual, but that might be because he's fighting his gag reflex still. "Cave-in." he adds by way of explaining. He plods back over to the far side of the river, but doesn't look like he's planning to jump back across just yet. "One of ours, this one thinks, but only one." he tells the rest of the party then.

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2025-01-12T21:57:08Z

Thurid: /* January */

Good Old Villains

2024-12-31T19:34:32Z

Thurid: Created page with "The snow continues unabated, and even Thurid is beginning to grow a little tired of it by now. She's retired to the Fernwood, the much beloved and occasionally incinerated de-facto hub for Alexandria's adventturers when they are not congregating at the Guild of Explorers looking for job postings, or attending to other business around town. The woman has a table to herself for now, and is sprawled expansively over a chair that looks comically small compared to her large f..."

The snow continues unabated, and even Thurid is beginning to grow a little tired of it by now. She's retired to the Fernwood, the much beloved and occasionally incinerated de-facto hub for Alexandria's adventturers when they are not congregating at the Guild of Explorers looking for job postings, or attending to other business around town. The woman has a table to herself for now, and is sprawled expansively over a chair that looks comically small compared to her large frame. Currently dressed casually, in tunic and sandals, and with a large mug of beer and plate of bread and meats before her.

Carver is suddenly here! She plaps in a chair across from Thurid, her eyes and face once more painted like a raccoon's mask. "Oi, we sharin'?" She hopes so because the platter looks tasty. She brings her backpack around and drops it at her feet, all her supplies rattling, dispersing a thin dusting of snow. Rubbing hands together, she's even bold enough to reach for some of the bread and meat.

Thurid grins at Carver and slides the plate to a more equitable location on the table, "'course!" she exclaims cheerily. She takes a swig of her drink and then sets the large wooden mug down on the table. "Taking a little refuge from the snow, too?" she wonders. "It's not the cold I mind, but the grey sky is getting a little old. Feel like we need a proper storm, to clear the air." she says then as she settles back into her chair (which creaks in protest). "What's new in the life of Carver?" she asks then, peering over.

"I am hunting a cat," Carver says. "The meow kin'. Not the roarin' kind." She throws a piece into her mouth, chewing loudly. She then turns and takes her money purse, two coins, flashing. There is limitations to expected graciousness and taking Thurid's mug is very close to it. Once that transaction is done she can swallow what she ate and give more explanation. "Y'know the toys, righ'? Dancin' and fightin' and explodin'. I think it's fey related. I think it might even be a local lord muckin' with things. Got a connection that's right out of a weird children's novel but this black cat with gold eyes? I'm thinkin' maybe it's not just some cat what hangs out at Lord Ahu's house for fun. Thinkin' it's more."

Thurid nods her head slowly, "The one from the market?" she recalls then, and strums her fingers on her knee as she considers it. "And I'd heard, yeah. A mite offended I've not heard tale of my own miniature double, but I suppose that would be too much trouble even for the Fae to cook up." she grins. "Not had many dealings with them- the fair folk. One or two. They're strange, to be sure, but I found myself fond of them. There's something appealing about their carefree nature, even if the joke is not always so funny to who its played on." she muses. "And I'd say it's definitely more. You saw Verna's reaction- she's seen a lot, I know that much, and to be so shaken." she shakes her head then and takes another swig of her drink. "So what are you thinking? Laying a trap for this not so innocent kitten?"

"I can't prove it. Jus'... got a feeling." Carver admits as the mug is placed down in front of her. "Behavior of some of the people involved, this asshole who tried to drown my horse is half fey, seasonal snows... though, er, that priest you mentioned said that's because of the gods? She definitely knew whatever it was that doll turned into. I dunno if that's true and that remains just a coincidence. Don't have the political kowtow to really get answers though."

She smirks, "I don't know why people want all these lil' toys of themselves everywhere. Seems to me they jus' cause trouble. Ez, she was sayin' the same. Said it made her sad." At the last question, she pauses, thinking hard. "I don't know yet. Been keeping eyes on the people goin' in and out of the estate but your right, if this cat is a direct link? Then need to capture it somehow. An' there is no bleedin' chance it's just a cat so." Or she's mad and completely raving delusional theories. Not an answer she's likely to accept.

Thurid laughs a bit, "You're not curious at all? What a miniature you would get up to?" she wonders, but then pipes down to continue listening and nods her head along with the conclusions Carver is coming to. She thinks on it for a moment once the other one is done before she continues. "I agree there's no chance it's a cat, but don't mean its a fair folk neither if it's bothering them like what the lady said at the market." she says then. "Could be any manner of critter, but definitely not a cat. And whatever it is, it won't be easy to catch. You saw how it lashed out, and when I tried to scruff the bugger it was like trying to grab a fist full of lamp oil." she explains.

"I don't even know how to go abou' catching it." Carver admits, "Hadn't gotten that far in the..." Her fingers wave, like little spindly clouds. "The Plan." She frowns, "Maybe I'll talk with some people. I don't know exactly how connected this Lord Ahu is, or his lil' manservant who sets all the jobs out for him. You seen it then? The cat with golden eyes? Mmmm." She frowns, tucking her cheek into her palm, tossing back another piece of bread. Chew, chew, chew.

Thurid nods her head, "At the market the other day." she tells Carver then. "We managed to snag it that time, and that fey lady took it away. But if it's escaped before I don't doubt it'll escape again." she says to Carver. "So having a plan for nabbing it again isn't the worst idea. Mourner Verna got a proper look at it with her magic, and lost her wits there and then." Thurid tells Carver. Despite the dire topic, she loads up a slice of bread with some ham and cheese and then takes a bite as she considers her next words. Washing the mouthful down with a swig of beer before she says, "I know a prayer or two that can keep evil beings in or out of a place, but I don't know if the thing's evil. I suspect it is, given the reaction- but it's hard to know these things."

Mikilos has arrived.

Thurid and Carver make strange, contrasting people sitting at a table. Between them are two tall mugs of frothy beer and a plate stacked high with meat and breads. On one side is the giant bare-footed, tawny haired giant woman whose deeds have been defined enough to join the likes of the few doll and toy-inspiring heroes of Alexandria. Then there's Carver who is brown and painted up with a racoon's mask, who is downright tiny in comparison. What brought them together?

Cats, as it happens. "Verna. She had me catsit for her once, maybe she would bother sharin' what happened. Maybe. Most of them big heads, they got no business with me. Too much going on but if she saw past the eyes, I surely wanna know what's behind 'em. Evil, good, one thing I know? Ain't it's place to be here."

Mikilos humms absently to himself as he enters, damp and steaming lightly, his cloak damp, but snow free. Stamping a bit of water off his boots, the tall elf peers a bout a moment before heading further in. "Greetings and salutations. How are you this wintery day?"

Thurid nods her head, "I've been meaning to pick her brain about what she saw, myself. But she seemed pretty rattled by it, at any rate." she tells Carver. She looks up as Mikilos approaches, and lifts her hand in greeting. "Hail, friend." she greets him. "Well enough. Tired of the grey skies. A little sunshine or a proper storm would do me good- I'm not fussy either way." she muses, and gestures to an open chair at their table in a wordless invitation should Mikilos want to join them.

"I'll ask Angoron to give me the sight to see evil. If I see that critter again I'll see if it fits the bill." she suggests to Carver. "If it does, we can prepare a magic circle to trap it, if it becomes necessary again. I mean, I'm assuming it's overworldly, but what else could it be if its true form is hidden behind a glamer and it causes misfortune wherever it goes- even to the fae?"

Carver toasts the arriving Mikilos with her giant mug, downing a healthy toss of it. "Maybe that's the play. Maybe, if this cat or its master are really a threat, a raid is in order. Though I reckon that's oversteppin'. A lot?" Pfft. She licks a dollop of beer-bread from the corner of her lips. "I'm sorry your friend isn't doing well. I know what it's like to have your head get targeted like that."

Mikilos makes eye contact with the waitress before he takes the offered seat, in no particular rush. "What's this about a cat? Something running around that might be in disguise?" Leaning back again he speaks a moment with the waitress, mulled wine and black bread. With butter, of course.

Thurid nods at Mikilos, "Pretty definitely in disguise." she tells him then. "I don't know all that much about it, I've only run into it the once but I gather folks have been seeing it around the city. And supposedly it brings ill luck with it wherever it goes." she says then. She takes another swill of her own drink and then shrugs her shoulders, "All seems a bit convoluted to me. Never been one for unraveling schemes. More the sort to walk into the middle of the web and holler for whoever spun it to come meet my hammer." she grins.

"Not jus' that, but promising annoying horse drowning asshole half fey they will guide them to the 'homeland' through dreams. Which, as I am told, ain't no usual cat business." Carver says with a disgusted snort. "Bes' thing for this cat is two arrows, quick and sudden."

Mikilos frowns mildly. "If it is something in disguise, couple of arrows are likely to just make it mad. I agree cat's aren't typically guides, but a dream homeland doesn't sound like a bad place to be led. I like puzzles, but these villian plots tend to be missing too many pieces to enjoy."

Thurid hmms at that, "Maybe, maybe." she says then. "And I'm certainly no fan of drowning horses." she adds with a nod over at Carver. "Might be a tad less forgiving if I happen on it a second time. It lashed out at a stall holder when he tried to grab it." she recounts. "Will have to keep an eye out for trouble." she muses.

"Had no idea more people seens it, all yous speakin' of it at least makes me feel like I'm not just crazy." Carver says. "Maybe a little over my head, but not out of it." She pops another piece of ham into her mouth. "I don't like puzzles. I like all these weird outsiders slippin' near where I sleep less. Between that dead guy in the temple and now maybe-cat-fey-demon prancin' in the snow?" Her hand is held up near her hairline, topknot bouncing. "Up to 'ere honest."

Mikilos shrugs mildly. "Some stall holder tries to grab me, likely lash out as well. Suppose I've delt with enough friendly Not Cats to assume is an ally. And who knows, maybe it's just someone's Familiar with a strange aura. Wouldn't be the first time, though the familiar's keeper usually steps forward when rumors start."

Thurid nods again at Carver, "Eztli mentioned having seen it before, and it showed itself at the lower markets a few days back." she informs the other woman. "'sides, I never dismiss a tale no matter how tall." she grins. "World's more fun that way." she adds. She sighs, "But you're right, there's all manner of troubling things happening of late. Sometimes get the sense there's something big stirring, but I couldn't tell you what if you asked."

"Too many points, like a buncha boots in the mud. Big. Somethin' big again?" Carver says, rubbing at her cheek. Her knuckles could cut grooves there. "Anyway... I get the impression, much like a real cat, this thing will appear when it's good and darn ready. In the meantime, why are you this far out from your library?" The last almost sounds accusatory of Mikilos.

Mikilos chuckles and shrugs. "I missed your lovely company? There was also the small matter of a comission to be delivered, and I make a point to get out now and again, keep at least mildly abrest of current events. Of course you're always welcome to drop by, if only to say hello." He nods to Thurid, making clear she's included in the last. Very few are those excluded.

Thurid nods again, "Something big. Feel it in my bones." she insists then, and sighs. "Does anyone else miss when the villains used to announce themselves as such so you could get right on with the fightin'?" she asks then and punctuates her point by snatching up her beer mug and draining the remainder of it in a few long gulps. She beckons a waitress over to get her a fresh one.

"It would be simpler." Carver admits to Thurid. "I'd settle for understandin' even the barest of hints what it even is at this point." She pffts loudly at Mikilos, but the cheeks darken at the likely less than sincere compliment. "Whatever. What was the commision?"

Mikilos nods to Thurid. "Maybe not fighting, but at least a clear side. Flashy introduction, grandeous speech outlining intentions, and a daring escape, maybe with a swarm of minions, cloud of smoke, whatever. I suppose I can understand the lack, hard to organize a reaction to a foe you don't know is there." He shrugs to Carver. "Sword for a merchant. Something that looked nice, functioned decently, and would help keep his hide in one piece. Magic is designed to turn aside other blades as much as to guide his own strikes."

Thurid conceeds the point then, "Aye, not every villain is for fighting. But usually." she says then and rocks back on her chair a moment- something which causes it to creak rather precariously with the half-jotun testing the skill of its carpenter. "I've been meaning to see about getting a piece comissioned, actually." she says, more musing to herself than directing it specifically at Mikilos at first, though she does turn to him then. "Juggernaut Paldrons. You familiar?" she wonders.

Carver does not interrupt. Maybe because she's curious what that is? Or she's currently snacking again. She does wrinkle her nose at something, but a wiser, more mature HER manages to keep the thought tucked away.

Mikilos nods, frowning mildly. "I'm familiar, though has been a while. Helped make a pair a while back. Needs a bit of necromancy, as I recall, though nothing unsavory. I'd want to read overa scematic before trying to craft one, but think I recall the relivant details."

Thurid nods her head at Mikilos then, "I know of the spell they mimic." she says to him, "I got to wear a set of them a few years ago. It was a mighty feeling- really put me in touch with my giant ancestors, and growing stronger after each foe felled." she recalls then. "Sadly, they weren't mine to keep. But I think I might have enough saved up to comission a set of my own."

"I'll let you two heroes talk business," Carver says with a smirk. "I got a delivery to get to. I guess nobody escapes the borin' jobs, no matter how strong." She grabs one last piece of bread before dipping.

Mikilos nods to Thurid. "That will help. Some magic I can tweak and work arond faking it, but items that mimic spells are hard to bluff." A nod to Carver. "Fare well, and boring can be nice to look back upon when something is trying to kill you."

Thurid offers a nod to the departing Carver, "Be well!" she calls after her and lifts a hand to wave to her on her way out. Then she settles back into her chair, the front legs hitting the cobbles again after her precarious lean, so she can hammer out the details with Mikilos.

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2024-12-31T19:34:03Z

Thurid: /* December */

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2023 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2024 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|People
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|January 1, 2024
|[[New Face in Town]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Murder]]
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|[[What is in a Name]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Triangulating Assumptions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]]
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|[[Magic and Archmages]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Kadlin]], [[Mikilos]], [[Murder]]
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|January 2, 2024
|[[In Search of a Forge]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Tales of Redemption and Grief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 5, 2024
|[[Song and Holy Violence]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|January 8, 2024
|[[An Ask of Mental Fortitude]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Axochitl's Aid]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 9, 2024
|[[Snowballs in the Gardens]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Eztli]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ness]], [[Ous]]
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|January 10, 2024
|[[A Meeting In The Wintry Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kadlin]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 11, 2024
|[[Shenanigans on Ice]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]]
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|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Aimarra]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 14, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|[[Testing Synonie]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 15, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Chronolark - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 18, 2024
|[[Workouts and Distractions]]
|[[Choler]], [[Thurid]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
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|January 19, 2024
|[[World Peace and Hunky Boys]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 21, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|January 22, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 23, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 25, 2024
|[[Silencing the Unloved King]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 27, 2024
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Beneath]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Schara]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
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|January 28, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist Pt2]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|January 29, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Wraps and Hiccups]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 30, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2024
|[[Cat Scratch Chills]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Teppus]]
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|February 2, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|February 4, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 1)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 5, 2024
|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 4]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 6, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|February 7, 2024
|[[Mushrooms and Man Left Behind]]
|[[Culix]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 11, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Cultivating Humility]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Munch]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 5]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 13, 2024
|[[Sound Mind]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 14, 2024
|[[Fire birds and sharp sticks]]
|[[Crik]], [[Eztli]], [[Rhar]]
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|[[Simony's Haven]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 15, 2024
|[[Cold Winter Encounters]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
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|February 16, 2024
|[[Summoning Aid]]
|[[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[The show must drag on]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Quarry Quarrel Part 3]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 19, 2024
|[[Temple District Ruminations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]]
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|[[The Weight of Responsibility]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 6]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 20, 2024
|[[Dead Men]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Single Nail]]
|[[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 22, 2024
|[[Creation of Ash]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 23, 2024
|[[Expect the Unexpected]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[To Stalk The Fiend]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 25, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 4)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 26, 2024
|[[Serpentine Showing]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 28, 2024
|[[Ten Year Step]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Assassins]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Aznara]]
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|February 29, 2024
|[[Make Cookies Not War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Demand a Favor]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Golfbag of Glaives]]
|[[Verna]], [[Culix]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]]
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|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|March 1, 2024
|[[Releasing the Hounds]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 3, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 5)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Personal Hero]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|March 4, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 8]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|March 5, 2024
|[[Golden Coast Cruise]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 6, 2024
|[[Unlock, Unbind, Hide]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Body Guard]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|March 9, 2024
|[[Adventure's End?]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]]
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|March 10, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
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|March 11, 2024
|[[Facing Another Trial]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 9]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|
|[[You Won't Be Alone]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
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|March 14, 2024
|[[To the Victor Go the Spoils]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: [[Verna]]
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|March 15, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|[[The Eve Before Death]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
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|March 17, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 7): The Poetry Corner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
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|March 18, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 19, 2024
|[[A Morning At The Ox]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Murder]]
|-
|March 20, 2024
|[[Fantasy Gladiator League]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations ]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 23, 2024
|[[Go Home History You're Drunk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Reithak]], DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 24, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 25, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 26, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|March 27, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 31, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 9)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Riptide
|-
|April 2, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]], [[Etzli]], [[Aelwyn]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 3, 2024
|[[Welcome Warden]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|April 5, 2024
|[[Cover Letter]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and Sake]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|April 8, 2024
|[[Frozen Veins]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Harshad]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Quinn]]
|-
|April 10, 2024
|[[Stop Me if You Have Heard This One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 11, 2024
|[[A Courier for a Page]]
|[[Aelwyn]], Npcs: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 12, 2024
|[[Needles And News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 14, 2024
|[[Three Assassins]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 10)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 15, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 18, 2024
|[[Repose in Two Forms]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]] DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 20, 2024
|[[Tears of Death]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Rhar]], [[Rune]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|April 21, 2024
|[[Whilst You Lay Dreaming]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 22, 2024
|[[Birds of another Feather]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]], [[Sabina]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Revelation Raven]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Of Spring and Gardening]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2024
|[[Cutscene: Sins of the Father]]
|Caeles Miranore, Kiira Theran, Caeleil Miranore (NPCs by [[Leirune|Rune]] and [[Simony]])
|-
|
|[[Return of the Bina]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 24, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 5]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]]; GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 25, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2024
|[[Feel the Groove]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Magpie]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|April 28, 2024
|[[Morning in Goblintown]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Choler]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 29, 2024
|[[The Stage Is Set]]
|[[Sabina]]; GM: Derecho
|-
|
|[[Rider of Decisions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2024
|[[Silver Misses Snow]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Warnings on Deaf Ears]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|May 2, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 3, 2024
|[[Trade Off]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 5, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 6, 2024
|[[Maybe Fae-be]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 7, 2024
|[[A Happy Dance]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Close Shave]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[At Nothing We See]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 8, 2024
|[[Fashion Shopping Preperusal ]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 5)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2024
|[[Piecing Together Me]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 12, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 14, 2024
|[[A Fiend In Plain Sight]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 15, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 6)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2024
|[[Fab Fabric and Fire]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and a Future Heist]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 18, 2024
|[[Honey Do]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Mothers and Patrons]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|May 19, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 20, 2024
|[[We Are Seen]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Rain and Bath House]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 21, 2024
|[[Simpler Things]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 22, 2024
|[[The Name-Stealer]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 23, 2024
|[[Never Even]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Urvis Update]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 24, 2024
|[[Unpleasant News at the Noodle Stand]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stained Glass Butterfly]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 26, 2024
|[[Warning the Mislead]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], Nameless ([[Fidget]])
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 7)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2024
|[[Changing Seasons and Hearts]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aragos]], [[Eztli]]. [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 28, 2024
|[[He Says]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Whatamelons and Wanderers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Crimson to Show Off]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[What Troubles Those in the Market]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[A Stealthy Inquest]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 2, 2024
|[[Noodles After The Heist]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|June 4, 2024
|[[He Says (Part 2)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[What Makes A Cavalier Attitude?]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 5, 2024
|[[Down the River]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Castle In My Dreams]]
|[[Telamon]] (vignette)
|-
|June 7, 2024
|[[Break the Mold]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2024
|[[Fictitious - I]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]] , [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Vaera]]; DM: Thoth
|-
|June 9, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 8)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|June 10, 2024
|[[Bedtime Butterflies]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Lanier]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|June 12, 2024
|[[The Castle on the Edge of Waking]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 13, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 14, 2024
|[[Grand Induction]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Five Nightmares]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 15, 2024
|[[Five Nightmares (Part 2)]]
|[[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - I]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Garden Lectures Under the Sun]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 16, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 9)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2024
|[[When you Wish Upon a Fish]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 18, 2024
|[[Wasted Years]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 19, 2024
|[[A Warriors Instinct]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Pillory Blues]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Telamon]], [[Yazlo]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ashes on the Ground]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 20, 2024
|[[For A Few Potions More]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Warrick]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|June 21, 2024
|[[Nonlinear Pie]]
|[[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 3]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 22, 2024
|[[Best Boy]]
|[[Crik]], [[Menel]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 23, 2024
|[[A Warning Not A Gift]]
|[[Corey]], [[Harshad]], NPC Sori - [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - II]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[One Thousand Cranes]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|June 24, 2024
|[[The Price of Fish]]
|[[Arzhela]], [[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Expectations]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 4)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 25, 2024
|[[Full Day at the Baths]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Upon the Koz-way]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 26, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 5]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 27, 2024
|[[Faphinae's Fanfare]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Simony]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Gearsmasher]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Skielstregar]]; guest star: [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|June 28, 2024
|[[Soul Food]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Fiends and Fae]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Never-ending Story]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|June 29, 2024
|[[Game On!]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Karasu]], [[Leirune|Rune]] ;GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|June 30, 2024
|[[Fragile Like Trust]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[A Will to Kill]]
|Faphinae & Sori [[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2024
|[[Hunting Lore in the Library]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 2, 2024
|[[Death Comes Another Day]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Unravel Their Riddles]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2024
|[[Mist and Magic]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Crik]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 4, 2024
|[[A Lesson in Forgiveness]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2024
|[[Silence in the Library]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Zigrun]]
|-
|July 6, 2024
|[[Spelunking]]
|[[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 7, 2024
|[[A Story Born of Hope]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2024
|[[Sands through the Hourglass]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Menel]]
|-
|July 10, 2024
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 1)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 6]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
| [[Tornmawr Torpedo]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|July 11, 2024
|[[Boogle Boogle]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 12, 2024
|[[Name Exchange ]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 13, 2024
|[[Moment of the Future]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 14, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[MAC-B1G]], Dirk, GM: Culix
|-
|July 15, 2024
|[[Explosions and Slaying]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Beginning]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 19, 2024
|[[Summer Days]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Sjach]], [[Aznara]], DM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 21, 2024
|[[Vagrant Tower - Void Engine 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Iskandar]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Culix
|-
|
|[[Following a Portent]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 22, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 23, 2024
|[[Tales of Wrassling and Cages]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Mountaineering Investigations]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Garak]], GM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|July 24, 2024
|[[A Consecration]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Delilah]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 25, 2024
|[[Turning Reputation into Charity]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 26, 2024
|[[Can't Sleep]]
|[[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Craven Match]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Aurum Among Thieves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 29, 2024
|[[It's Easy Being Green]]
|[[Bryn]]; NPC: Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 30, 2024
|[[Mountaineering Explanations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Garak]], [[Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 31, 2024
|[[Paint Ponderings]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 04, 2024
|[[Fair Pixie]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vagrant Tower: Void Engine Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], '''GM''': Culix
|-
|August 5, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 3]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 8, 2024
|[[I Know the Pieces Fit]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|August 9, 2024
|[[Litigation]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|August 11, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 3]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Dirk]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]] '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|August 18, 2024
|[[On the Edge of Living]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 19, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 1]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], [[Stena]] '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 20, 2024
|[[Happiness in Knowledge]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 22, 2024
|[[Death With a View]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 23, 2024
|[[Toge Means Thorn]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Litigation (Part 2)]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|August 25, 2024
|[[Dusk Blooming Vines]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Apparently Heir]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 26, 2024
|[[Jiji Kiku]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 29, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 2]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2024
|[[Delivery in the Dark]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 2, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Stena]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; ; '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|September 4, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 3]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 6, 2024
|[[Dinner for Four and a Pothy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 7, 2024
|[[Whispers of Rebellion]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], with Ansir and Faphinae
|-
|
|[[Plotting in the Gardens]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Vex]]
|-
|
|[[Three Old Friends]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Corey]], [[Thoth]], [[Vex]], [[Victor]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 8, 2024
|[[How a Queen is Made]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 9, 2024
|[[A Friend for Magpie and Wizard]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Corey]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 10, 2024
|[[Fight for Us]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 11, 2024
|[[Love in Every Moment]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Good, The Bad, and the Alchemy]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Bryn]], and [[Vex]]
|-
|September 12, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 4]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 13, 2024
|[[Simony Signs Up]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2024
|[[Everyone Needs a Hobby]]
|[[Corey]] (and Faphinae), [[Karasu]], [[Rhar]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 15, 2024
|[[Bad Lies, Good People]]
|[[Jezzara]]. [[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sunlight Revelation]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 16, 2024
|[[Gratitude]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 17, 2024
|[[A Prelude To Revelry]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was - I]]
| [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Rune]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 19, 2024
|[[A Storied Working Lunch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Daily Affirmation]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Grandfather (Alud'rigan) '''GM:''' [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 5]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 20, 2024
|[[Pastries and Purchases]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 21, 2024
|[[If You Love Me]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]] - Grandfather (Alud'rigan)
|-
|
|[[Pretty in Pink]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 22, 2024
|[[Sunlight Revelation Part 2]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 23, 2024
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 24, 2024
|[[Gnawing on Metal]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Shiny Hunt]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 26, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 1]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 27, 2024
|[[Return of the Orchard Artificer]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 2]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Wrench in the Works]]
|[[Crik]], [[Ulthan]], DM:[[Culix]]
|-
|}
===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 6, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 8, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 10, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 6]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|October 12, 2024
|[[Home is Where the Truth is]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|October 14, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 15, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 4)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 17, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 7]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A New Face in the TarRaCe]]
|[[Fayde]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 18, 2024
|[[Little Children]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 21, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Retake Urah]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Zofija]]; '''GM''': Harkashan
|-
|October 22, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 5)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 23, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 8]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[The Fiend Defeated]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 28, 2024
|[[Foxes and Ravens]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|October 29, 2024
|[[Apples of Forgivness]]
|[[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 30, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 31, 2024
|[[Reunite Once Again]]
|[[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 9]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2024
|[[Caanan Returns]]
|[[Murder]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]] (as emitter)
|-
|November 2, 2024
|[[Ravenkeeper's Tidings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Talking Work Shop]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - (Re)take Urah]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 5, 2024
|[[Posted Notice (Part 1)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 7)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 6, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 10]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 11, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Posted Notice (Part 2)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|November 12, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 14, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 11]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 15, 2024
|[[Becoming a Teacher]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2024
|[[Apple Daredevils]]
|[[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 17, 2024
|[[A Bottle of Dust]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Strawberries]]
|[[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|November 18, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 5)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 19, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 9)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 20, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 12]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 22, 2024
|[[Welcome Tarsh]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 24, 2024
|[[All Hands]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[Meetings and Clans]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Murder]], [[Tarsh]]
|-
|
|[[Familiar Faces]]
|[[Carver]], [[Khepri]], [[Gramarye]]. [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|November 26, 2024
|[[Setting the Stage]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Warrick]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|November 27, 2024
|[[A Misplaced Case]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]; '''GM''': Telamon
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[A Lucky Meeting]]
|[[Carver]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 29, 2024
|[[Harvest Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Warrick]], [[Zelany]]; '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[Cruel Fear]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2024
|[[Captain Repairioum]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 2, 2024
|[[Waylaid Delivery]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 3, 2024
|[[Barding for Bardlings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Sand, Water, and Booze]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|December 03, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 10)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 4, 2024
|[[The Setting For Questioning]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Serpentine Catch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 5, 2024
|[[First Snow Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 7, 2024
|[[Day Three]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Alud'rigan
|-
|December 8, 2024
|[[Seven]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tidings of the Dolls]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 9, 2024
|[[Fashion, Fangs, and Fiends]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|December 12, 2024
|[[Little Demontry]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|December 13, 2024
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Zelany]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|December 14, 2024
|[[MEETUP: Sauna Day!]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|December 15, 2024
|[[Calling on Cerberus]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Bandit Season]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 16, 2024
|[[Mount Freeze Massacre]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Tiny but Evil]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Tunk]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 18, 2024
|[[Against The Chill]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Drinks On The TarRaCe]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Jarik]], [[Aznara]], [[Irshya]], [[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 19, 2024
|[[The Strong and the Mighty]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Thurid]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Jackals at Our Gate]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Sjach]], [[Skyler]] '''GM''': [[Carver]]
|-
|December 21, 2024
|[[River Reunion]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|December 23, 2024
|[[Festive Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Murder]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Cats, Dolls, Bandits and Questions]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 27, 2024
|[[If It Fits]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]], [[Verna]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 29, 2024
|[[Hooves Of Steel]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]]; '''GM''': [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[A Forest Interlude]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|December 30, 2024
|[[Good Old Villains]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|}

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==2024 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2024
|[[New Face in Town]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[What is in a Name]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Triangulating Assumptions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[Magic and Archmages]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Kadlin]], [[Mikilos]], [[Murder]]
|-
|January 2, 2024
|[[In Search of a Forge]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Tales of Redemption and Grief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 5, 2024
|[[Song and Holy Violence]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 8, 2024
|[[An Ask of Mental Fortitude]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Axochitl's Aid]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 9, 2024
|[[Snowballs in the Gardens]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Eztli]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ness]], [[Ous]]
|-
|January 10, 2024
|[[A Meeting In The Wintry Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kadlin]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 11, 2024
|[[Shenanigans on Ice]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Aimarra]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 14, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Testing Synonie]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 15, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
|-
|
|[[Chronolark - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|January 18, 2024
|[[Workouts and Distractions]]
|[[Choler]], [[Thurid]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 19, 2024
|[[World Peace and Hunky Boys]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 21, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|January 22, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|January 23, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|January 25, 2024
|[[Silencing the Unloved King]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 27, 2024
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Beneath]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Schara]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|January 28, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist Pt2]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
|-
|January 29, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
|-
|
|[[Wraps and Hiccups]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Chronolark - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|January 30, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2024
|[[Cat Scratch Chills]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Teppus]]
|-
|February 2, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
|-
|February 4, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 1)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 5, 2024
|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Chronolark - Part 4]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|February 6, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|February 7, 2024
|[[Mushrooms and Man Left Behind]]
|[[Culix]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 11, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Cultivating Humility]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Munch]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 5]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|February 13, 2024
|[[Sound Mind]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 14, 2024
|[[Fire birds and sharp sticks]]
|[[Crik]], [[Eztli]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Simony's Haven]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 15, 2024
|[[Cold Winter Encounters]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 16, 2024
|[[Summoning Aid]]
|[[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 18, 2024
|[[The show must drag on]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|February 18, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Quarry Quarrel Part 3]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 19, 2024
|[[Temple District Ruminations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Responsibility]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Chronolark - Part 6]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|February 20, 2024
|[[Dead Men]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Single Nail]]
|[[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 22, 2024
|[[Creation of Ash]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 23, 2024
|[[Expect the Unexpected]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[To Stalk The Fiend]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 25, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 4)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 26, 2024
|[[Serpentine Showing]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 28, 2024
|[[Ten Year Step]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Assassins]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|February 29, 2024
|[[Make Cookies Not War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Demand a Favor]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Golfbag of Glaives]]
|[[Verna]], [[Culix]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2024
|[[Releasing the Hounds]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 3, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 5)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Personal Hero]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|March 4, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 8]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|March 5, 2024
|[[Golden Coast Cruise]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|March 6, 2024
|[[Unlock, Unbind, Hide]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Body Guard]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|March 9, 2024
|[[Adventure's End?]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|March 10, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|March 11, 2024
|[[Facing Another Trial]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|March 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 9]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
|-
|
|[[You Won't Be Alone]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|March 14, 2024
|[[To the Victor Go the Spoils]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: [[Verna]]
|-
|March 15, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Eve Before Death]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|March 17, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 7): The Poetry Corner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 18, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 19, 2024
|[[A Morning At The Ox]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Murder]]
|-
|March 20, 2024
|[[Fantasy Gladiator League]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations ]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 23, 2024
|[[Go Home History You're Drunk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Reithak]], DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 24, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 25, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 26, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|March 27, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 31, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 9)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Riptide
|-
|April 2, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]], [[Etzli]], [[Aelwyn]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 3, 2024
|[[Welcome Warden]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|April 5, 2024
|[[Cover Letter]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and Sake]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|April 8, 2024
|[[Frozen Veins]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Harshad]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Quinn]]
|-
|April 10, 2024
|[[Stop Me if You Have Heard This One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 11, 2024
|[[A Courier for a Page]]
|[[Aelwyn]], Npcs: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 12, 2024
|[[Needles And News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 14, 2024
|[[Three Assassins]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 10)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 15, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 18, 2024
|[[Repose in Two Forms]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]] DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 20, 2024
|[[Tears of Death]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Rhar]], [[Rune]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|April 21, 2024
|[[Whilst You Lay Dreaming]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 22, 2024
|[[Birds of another Feather]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]], [[Sabina]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Revelation Raven]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Of Spring and Gardening]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2024
|[[Cutscene: Sins of the Father]]
|Caeles Miranore, Kiira Theran, Caeleil Miranore (NPCs by [[Leirune|Rune]] and [[Simony]])
|-
|
|[[Return of the Bina]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 24, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 5]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]]; GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 25, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2024
|[[Feel the Groove]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Magpie]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|April 28, 2024
|[[Morning in Goblintown]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Choler]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 29, 2024
|[[The Stage Is Set]]
|[[Sabina]]; GM: Derecho
|-
|
|[[Rider of Decisions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2024
|[[Silver Misses Snow]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Warnings on Deaf Ears]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|May 2, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 3, 2024
|[[Trade Off]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 5, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 6, 2024
|[[Maybe Fae-be]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 7, 2024
|[[A Happy Dance]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Close Shave]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[At Nothing We See]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 8, 2024
|[[Fashion Shopping Preperusal ]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 5)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2024
|[[Piecing Together Me]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 12, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 14, 2024
|[[A Fiend In Plain Sight]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 15, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 6)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2024
|[[Fab Fabric and Fire]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and a Future Heist]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 18, 2024
|[[Honey Do]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Mothers and Patrons]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|May 19, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 20, 2024
|[[We Are Seen]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Rain and Bath House]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 21, 2024
|[[Simpler Things]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 22, 2024
|[[The Name-Stealer]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 23, 2024
|[[Never Even]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Urvis Update]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 24, 2024
|[[Unpleasant News at the Noodle Stand]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stained Glass Butterfly]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 26, 2024
|[[Warning the Mislead]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], Nameless ([[Fidget]])
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 7)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2024
|[[Changing Seasons and Hearts]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aragos]], [[Eztli]]. [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 28, 2024
|[[He Says]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Whatamelons and Wanderers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Crimson to Show Off]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[What Troubles Those in the Market]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[A Stealthy Inquest]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 2, 2024
|[[Noodles After The Heist]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|June 4, 2024
|[[He Says (Part 2)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[What Makes A Cavalier Attitude?]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 5, 2024
|[[Down the River]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Castle In My Dreams]]
|[[Telamon]] (vignette)
|-
|June 7, 2024
|[[Break the Mold]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2024
|[[Fictitious - I]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]] , [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Vaera]]; DM: Thoth
|-
|June 9, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 8)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|June 10, 2024
|[[Bedtime Butterflies]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Lanier]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|June 12, 2024
|[[The Castle on the Edge of Waking]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 13, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 14, 2024
|[[Grand Induction]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Five Nightmares]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 15, 2024
|[[Five Nightmares (Part 2)]]
|[[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - I]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Garden Lectures Under the Sun]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 16, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 9)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2024
|[[When you Wish Upon a Fish]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 18, 2024
|[[Wasted Years]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 19, 2024
|[[A Warriors Instinct]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Pillory Blues]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Telamon]], [[Yazlo]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ashes on the Ground]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 20, 2024
|[[For A Few Potions More]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Warrick]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|June 21, 2024
|[[Nonlinear Pie]]
|[[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 3]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 22, 2024
|[[Best Boy]]
|[[Crik]], [[Menel]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 23, 2024
|[[A Warning Not A Gift]]
|[[Corey]], [[Harshad]], NPC Sori - [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - II]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[One Thousand Cranes]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|June 24, 2024
|[[The Price of Fish]]
|[[Arzhela]], [[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Expectations]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 4)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 25, 2024
|[[Full Day at the Baths]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Upon the Koz-way]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 26, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 5]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 27, 2024
|[[Faphinae's Fanfare]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Simony]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Gearsmasher]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Skielstregar]]; guest star: [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|June 28, 2024
|[[Soul Food]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Fiends and Fae]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Never-ending Story]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|June 29, 2024
|[[Game On!]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Karasu]], [[Leirune|Rune]] ;GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|June 30, 2024
|[[Fragile Like Trust]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[A Will to Kill]]
|Faphinae & Sori [[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2024
|[[Hunting Lore in the Library]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 2, 2024
|[[Death Comes Another Day]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Unravel Their Riddles]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2024
|[[Mist and Magic]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Crik]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 4, 2024
|[[A Lesson in Forgiveness]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2024
|[[Silence in the Library]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Zigrun]]
|-
|July 6, 2024
|[[Spelunking]]
|[[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 7, 2024
|[[A Story Born of Hope]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2024
|[[Sands through the Hourglass]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Menel]]
|-
|July 10, 2024
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 1)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 6]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
| [[Tornmawr Torpedo]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|July 11, 2024
|[[Boogle Boogle]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 12, 2024
|[[Name Exchange ]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 13, 2024
|[[Moment of the Future]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 14, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[MAC-B1G]], Dirk, GM: Culix
|-
|July 15, 2024
|[[Explosions and Slaying]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Beginning]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 19, 2024
|[[Summer Days]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Sjach]], [[Aznara]], DM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 21, 2024
|[[Vagrant Tower - Void Engine 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Iskandar]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Culix
|-
|
|[[Following a Portent]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 22, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 23, 2024
|[[Tales of Wrassling and Cages]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Mountaineering Investigations]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Garak]], GM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|July 24, 2024
|[[A Consecration]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Delilah]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 25, 2024
|[[Turning Reputation into Charity]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 26, 2024
|[[Can't Sleep]]
|[[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Craven Match]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Aurum Among Thieves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 29, 2024
|[[It's Easy Being Green]]
|[[Bryn]]; NPC: Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 30, 2024
|[[Mountaineering Explanations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Garak]], [[Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 31, 2024
|[[Paint Ponderings]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 04, 2024
|[[Fair Pixie]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vagrant Tower: Void Engine Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], '''GM''': Culix
|-
|August 5, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 3]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 8, 2024
|[[I Know the Pieces Fit]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|August 9, 2024
|[[Litigation]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|August 11, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 3]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Dirk]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]] '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|August 18, 2024
|[[On the Edge of Living]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 19, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 1]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], [[Stena]] '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 20, 2024
|[[Happiness in Knowledge]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 22, 2024
|[[Death With a View]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 23, 2024
|[[Toge Means Thorn]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Litigation (Part 2)]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|August 25, 2024
|[[Dusk Blooming Vines]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Apparently Heir]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 26, 2024
|[[Jiji Kiku]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 29, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 2]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2024
|[[Delivery in the Dark]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 2, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Stena]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; ; '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|September 4, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 3]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 6, 2024
|[[Dinner for Four and a Pothy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 7, 2024
|[[Whispers of Rebellion]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], with Ansir and Faphinae
|-
|
|[[Plotting in the Gardens]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Vex]]
|-
|
|[[Three Old Friends]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Corey]], [[Thoth]], [[Vex]], [[Victor]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 8, 2024
|[[How a Queen is Made]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 9, 2024
|[[A Friend for Magpie and Wizard]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Corey]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 10, 2024
|[[Fight for Us]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 11, 2024
|[[Love in Every Moment]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Good, The Bad, and the Alchemy]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Bryn]], and [[Vex]]
|-
|September 12, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 4]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 13, 2024
|[[Simony Signs Up]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2024
|[[Everyone Needs a Hobby]]
|[[Corey]] (and Faphinae), [[Karasu]], [[Rhar]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 15, 2024
|[[Bad Lies, Good People]]
|[[Jezzara]]. [[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sunlight Revelation]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 16, 2024
|[[Gratitude]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 17, 2024
|[[A Prelude To Revelry]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was - I]]
| [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Rune]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 19, 2024
|[[A Storied Working Lunch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Daily Affirmation]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Grandfather (Alud'rigan) '''GM:''' [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 5]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 20, 2024
|[[Pastries and Purchases]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 21, 2024
|[[If You Love Me]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]] - Grandfather (Alud'rigan)
|-
|
|[[Pretty in Pink]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 22, 2024
|[[Sunlight Revelation Part 2]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 23, 2024
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 24, 2024
|[[Gnawing on Metal]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Shiny Hunt]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 26, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 1]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 27, 2024
|[[Return of the Orchard Artificer]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 2]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Wrench in the Works]]
|[[Crik]], [[Ulthan]], DM:[[Culix]]
|-
|}
===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 6, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 8, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 10, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 6]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|October 12, 2024
|[[Home is Where the Truth is]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|October 14, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 15, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 4)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 17, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 7]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A New Face in the TarRaCe]]
|[[Fayde]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 18, 2024
|[[Little Children]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 21, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Retake Urah]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Zofija]]; '''GM''': Harkashan
|-
|October 22, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 5)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 23, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 8]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[The Fiend Defeated]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 28, 2024
|[[Foxes and Ravens]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|October 29, 2024
|[[Apples of Forgivness]]
|[[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 30, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 31, 2024
|[[Reunite Once Again]]
|[[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 9]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2024
|[[Caanan Returns]]
|[[Murder]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]] (as emitter)
|-
|November 2, 2024
|[[Ravenkeeper's Tidings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Talking Work Shop]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - (Re)take Urah]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 5, 2024
|[[Posted Notice (Part 1)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 7)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 6, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 10]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 11, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Posted Notice (Part 2)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|November 12, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 14, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 11]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 15, 2024
|[[Becoming a Teacher]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2024
|[[Apple Daredevils]]
|[[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 17, 2024
|[[A Bottle of Dust]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Strawberries]]
|[[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|November 18, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 5)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 19, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 9)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 20, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 12]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 22, 2024
|[[Welcome Tarsh]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 24, 2024
|[[All Hands]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[Meetings and Clans]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Murder]], [[Tarsh]]
|-
|
|[[Familiar Faces]]
|[[Carver]], [[Khepri]], [[Gramarye]]. [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|November 26, 2024
|[[Setting the Stage]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Warrick]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|November 27, 2024
|[[A Misplaced Case]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]; '''GM''': Telamon
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[A Lucky Meeting]]
|[[Carver]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 29, 2024
|[[Harvest Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Warrick]], [[Zelany]]; '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[Cruel Fear]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2024
|[[Captain Repairioum]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 2, 2024
|[[Waylaid Delivery]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 3, 2024
|[[Barding for Bardlings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Sand, Water, and Booze]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|December 03, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 10)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 4, 2024
|[[The Setting For Questioning]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Serpentine Catch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 5, 2024
|[[First Snow Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 7, 2024
|[[Day Three]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Alud'rigan
|-
|December 8, 2024
|[[Seven]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tidings of the Dolls]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 9, 2024
|[[Fashion, Fangs, and Fiends]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|December 12, 2024
|[[Little Demontry]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|December 13, 2024
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Zelany]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|December 14, 2024
|[[MEETUP: Sauna Day!]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|December 15, 2024
|[[Calling on Cerberus]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Bandit Season]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 16, 2024
|[[Mount Freeze Massacre]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Tiny but Evil]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Tunk]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 18, 2024
|[[Against The Chill]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Drinks On The TarRaCe]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Jarik]], [[Aznara]], [[Irshya]], [[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 19, 2024
|[[The Strong and the Mighty]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Thurid]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Jackals at Our Gate]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Sjach]], [[Skyler]] '''GM''': [[Carver]]
|-
|December 21, 2024
|[[River Reunion]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|December 23, 2024
|[[Festive Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Murder]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Cats, Dolls, Bandits and Questions]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 27, 2024
|[[If It Fits]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]], [[Verna]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 29, 2024
|[[Hooves Of Steel]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]]; '''GM''': [[Thurid]]
|-
|[[A Forest Interlude]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|December 30, 2024
||[[Good Old Villains]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|}

River Reunion

2024-12-23T11:14:28Z

Thurid: Sjach is in the city for a change after his recent work near the Felwood, and meets up with Seyardu while he's here.

Sjach doesn't come to the city all that often, but after a recent encounter at the trading post that necessitated getting himself a new cloak, the city was nearer than Wilderness Pointe or Mictlan. And so here he is. Little Flame, not so little anymore, was /supposed/ to be left at the stables but she's escaped and found her way back to Sjach- and he doesn't seem particularly inclined to send her away, although it has lead him to take paths less traveled to avoid panicking the smoothskins with an adolescent swiftclaw wandering around.

His travels revealed to him the scent of wood smoke and steam, and he has found himself drawn down to the banks of the Tornmawr where the log sauna was built a few days ago. It seems whoever had been using it no longer are, but the stones are still hot- and so he ventures inside, which is where he is now. Squatting on his haunches and heating his hands with the residual heat- perhaps intending to cut some more wood and rekindle the flame, or perhaps simply enjoying the remaining warmth.

GAME: Seyardu rolls survival: (5)+6: 11

Seyardu was still regularly present in the city, as her duties as an althean cleric required of her, though she was spending as much of her time in mictlan as possible, helping those outside the city as much as inside.

Her work in the city had led her to be wandering near one of the bridges when she spotted something strange. Not entirely certain what left the tracks in the snow and mud, but wishing to make sure everything was safe, the cleric slowly made her way down to the riverbank.

Ah, it was just a massive swiftclaw, nothing to worry about, if the sigh of relief was anything to go by. "Good to see you little flame, what brings you out here?" Seyardu rumbles, peering at the nearby building.

Little Flame seems to have grown more accustomed to the Alexandrian cold than Sjach- she has, after all, spent a greater portion of her life here. Right now she is rooting through the snow with her snout, looking for burrowing critters she might snack on. When Seyardu arrives, she stands up straight on her hindlegs, and it is clear she is now taller than Seyardu. She huffs, clearing the snow from her nostrils with a spray, and then bounds over towards the shorter silver-scale. The Swiftclaw chuffs happily, and gives Seyardu a few little affectionate headbutts to the shoulder in greeting.

Sjach hears the sound, and emerges from the cabin to see what the commotion is. Seeing Seyardu, his gaze immediately softens. "Cihuaa." he says, and then pads over towards her- his feet are wrapped in oilskins to keep them off the cold and icy ground. "Thiss one wondered if you might be in the city still." he admits.

Seyardu was nearly bowled over by the swiftclaw, but the smaller makari rumbles in amusement. It was getting difficult to wrap her arms around little flame, but she barely manages it, patting the best on the flank. "Good to see you too, you've grown so much in so little time." She offers, turning her attention to the makari leaving the building. Seyardu gives the swiftclaw one final pat, before closing the rest of the distance. "Cihuaa, peace on our nest." She greets warmly, taking one of the hunters hands in her own. "The day is brighter for your presence. I am here, did you come to look for me?"

Sjach, for his part, has something a little different about him, too. His eyes have always been sharp like a bird of preys, but the resemblance is even closer now- some of the quills which line the top of his head and run down his spine have bloomed into feathers. Oily black with an iridescent sheen. He takes the offered hand in both of his, "Thiss one was working nearby." he answers. "There were... rotten things. Little flame bit one of them..." he says, turning his attention to the Swiftclaw. After giving Seyardu's hand a squeeze with both of his, one of them comes up to pat the swiftclaw on the side. "Sshe lost her appetite, so I thought it better to resst here before making the journey back north."

He eyeballs Little Flame again, and she chuffs once more, lifting her head and preening indignantly at having her tummy troubles called out. "She has found it again, now. But thiss one wanted to find you before returning to Mictlan, yes." he tells her.

Seyardu let herself rest against Sjach, gently nuzzling the makari's neck, where she glanced up at the makari's quills. There was a scent of surprise, and a small bit of worry. "You look different, Sjach, did something happen?" She wonders, turning to Little Flame as he explains his business in the city. "Oh, poor thing, you did well in helping Sjach, but that can't be pleasant. Would you like me to tend to them?" She offers, already reaching for the familiar holy symbol she almost always wore.

Sjach shakes his head then at the concern, "Thiss one has been learning wild magic." he explains then, for the source of his newfound avian features. "Thiss one wished to surprise you, but it's not permanant. The feathers fade, after some time. Thiss one used the magic to fight the dead that walk." he says.

As for Little Flame, she gets a side eye, "Thiss one told her not to swallow any." he chides softly. "But she was as fierce as any swiftclaw of the deep jungle. Her mother would be proud." he says, and pats the swiftclaw once more on the flank. "Still, though, thiss one must find a shaman skilled in fashioning equipment. Perhaps, before leaving the city. Sshe needs protective wards, if she's to fight by my side. Hunting animals is one thing, but beasts and villains is another matter. And she won't take barding, thiss one has tried."

GAME: Seyardu refreshes spells.

"Ah, I see. I just wanted to make sure everything is alright. They do look quite beautiful on you, cihuaa, as difficult as it is for you to be more so." The cleric chuckles, reaching to run one hand over the soft quills. "What color are they now, if you might describe them to me?"

Still, the cleric reluctantly steps away, turning to little flame with the holy symbol in one hand. "Celestial mother, who cares for all of her charge, Little Flame has been sickened in working to defend life. Cleanse them of any sickness and poisons which may have taken hold in their work." Seyardu rumbles in prayer, placing a hand on the swiftclaw's flank which infuses it with a warm glow of energy for several seconds, before dissipating.

"You have been learning magics, Sjach? I'm not surprised, this one knew you might have aptitudes for such things." She offers, no small amount of pride evident. "Yes, we should make sure Little Flame is well protected, if she is to be accompanying you hunting more often."

GAME: Seyardu casts Remove Disease. Caster Level: 15 DC: 19

GAME: Seyardu casts Neutralize Poison. Caster Level: 15 DC: 20

Sjach hisses an embarrassed sound at the compliment, "You flatter thiss one too much" he insists, but he leans into the hand that reaches for his newfound feathers. "They are black, but shimmer like... like lamp oil on water." he tells her then, before letting her work her magic on his companion.

"Only the magics of the woods and the wild places." he says to her then. "Thiss one has no talent for arcane sorceries, nor so deep a connection to the godss." he says to her then. "But the nature of animals and the green word? Thiss one is beginning to understand." he says then.

When Seyardu finishes her spells, Little flame gives a shudder as she feels the divine energies wash over her- if her appetite was back before, it definitely is now, and she moves over to nudge at Sjach until he relents and hands over a sausage from a pouch, procured not so long ago at the market.

He nods his head towards the cabin, "Do you know thiss building? It was not here last time I came to the city. There are hot rocks inside." he tells her, as though revealing a great discovery.

"No, this one worries they do not make it known enough, how this one finds you. So this one must endeavor to make sure it is known. " Seyardu rumbles in amusement after finishing her prayer, giving a chuff of approval as Little Flame appears to be feeling better. "The magics of nature are just as important as all, and this one is no less impressed, cihuaa."

She turns her attention to the building, and tilts her head to one side. "They keep hot stones in there?" She muses, peering inside. "Ah! This one heard of this, I believe it is referred to as a sauna? It is supposed to be filled with hot steam, I believe, perhaps the stones are for that?"

Sjach follows along while Little Flame concerns herself with consuming the sausage. She has discovered that things taste better when they are not swallowed whole, especially those things not pulled from their burrows moments before and so she chomps at the parcel of meat merrily.

"Ah, a Sauna? Is thiss like the pools they warm?" Sjach wonders of Seyardu. "Thiss one finds it interessting. Many people of the city speak of the inhospitality of Am'shere. And yet they emulate the steaming jungles and dragon pools here." he says, amusement in his tone.

He seems to remember something, then, and stands up straighter. "Ah, thiss one just recalled. Thiss one knows we have spoken before of how our works take us far apart." he says to Seyardu, placing a hand on her shoulder as he speaks. "Thiss one has taught Little Flame your scent. If thiss one cannot come to you, she will seek you instead." he tells her.

"It may be like the warming pools, though I believe this is mostly steam, not direct water." Seyardu considers, sounding pleased at Sjach's amusement. "Would you like to investigate it together? It would be interesting to see what it is like, and how it might compare."

The smaller makari looks up as Sjach stands straighter, listening intently with a nod. "This one would be surprised if Little Flame did not recognize this ones scent by now." she chuffs good naturedly. "But, in a productive way, this makes sense. This one will always care for Little Flame, even when you may not be able to, that is a promise."

Sjach nods his head, "Lets at least go inside. Thiss one did not believe it when he firsst came through the portal, and those here claimed that at times the rain fell as ice from the sky. Thiss one was from the low wetlands in Am'shere. There, it rained every day for much of the year, but the water never froze. Thiss one wishes it had not been true." he says then as he casts a distasteful glance at the offensive white blanket of snow on the ground.

He scoffs at the second comment, then, and says, "That is good, yess... but this one hoped Cihuaa would come find him instead." he says, chuffing amusedly and giving her shoulder a squeeze.

"Yes, the snow was certainly a surprise, was it not?" Seyardu chuckles, joining Sjach in the building, taking a curious look around. "Though, it seems you do not like it as much as this one or their brother does. Understandable, as this one does not mind the cold as much."

Seyardu stops and tilts her head, giving a soft breath. "Right, they would still be able to find you after, of course." she nods. "Of course. This one will remember, and seek you out should Little Flame come looking. There is no one this one cares more about, after all."

Sjach nods his head solemnly, "Thiss one thought it was a... what's the word... a prank." he says then as he pads further into the room, poking around. He finds a store of firewood tucked away, and lifts a few of the rocks- still hot, but not sizzlingly so- from the bed of dying embers below. He feeds some more wood in, and takes a shard of flint and his knife to feather some of the firewood and then strike it to get a new fire going. "Thiss one has never liked the cold." he says, as though it wasn't already abundantly obvious. "Little Flame has adapted to it well. She would not wear the foot wraps if thiss one did not make her. Even though it cracks the scales when she goes without." he says then.

Seyardu found a seat on one of the benches, careful of her tail, and watched the hunter work, as she had on so many occasions, seeming content. "And yet, you are so willing to let this one soak up heat from you." The cleric chuffs. "This one is glad, as they are not the physically warmest of kin."

"Yes, the cold comes with many challenges, there are more in need during the winter months at the temples. This one hopes you are doing alright, yes? If the winter causes you any pains, do not hesitate to let me know."

Sjach gets the fire going after a few strikes, and then smaller bits of firewood are piled ontop of it and the burning pile is pushed back down into the pit. "This one wantss for little." he admits. "Thiss one has preserved meats and fish from the summer, still, and tradess for what cannot be grown. The softskinss do many things strangely... but they seem to be able to acquire food well even in the winter months." he admits then. Once the fire is going, the rocks are put back ontop- they start to smother the fire a little, but it smoulders still.

"Your company is a resource thiss one cannot trade for anything, though, and would not." he offers then, reaching up from his kneeling position near the steadily warming stones to take her hand again. "If there are spare pelts, still, perhapss this one could bring them, so you can give them to those who have need." he suggests then.

"This one imagines after so many years for a city of this size,there must be many preparations that are made to ensure as few go hungry during the winter as possible. Still, this one has noticed an increase in those going to the temple for meals in recent weeks." Seyardu sighs.

The small cleric takes the and and leaves her seat, electing to kneel down with Sjach instead in front of the fire, resting against the hunter. "And this one treasures every moment they get to spend with you, Cihuaa." She rumbles, dragging his hand to her lap. "That is an excellent idea, yes!" She replies, giving a wide grin. "It would be a good help to many ensuring they have warm clothes to last the winter."

Sjach cracks a small smile back- a rare occurance on his face, but one which Seyardu has seen more than most. And he leans against her, squeezing her hand again. "This one has no talent for making the clothes. A cloak is the best this one can manage." he says then, "But will bring the pelts at least, whatever the stores can spare." he offers. The fire steadily continues warming the stones, and some of them begin to sizzle a little where snow had followed the two of them inside.

"No, but you have an exceptional talent for hunting, this one knows." Seyardu rumbles, her tail wrapping around Sjach's and pulling him closer. "But much like the people provide for each other, a master tailor is not expected to source their own hides in the city. This one is sure that someone will be able to make the most of your donations, here."

"Although, this one may wish for a bit of selfishness, to be honest." She continues, watching the sizzling stones. "Do make sure to keep enough for us at your camp, so that this one might rest beneath them with you."

Sjach nods again then, and allows himself to be pulled closer, his own tail finding hers as he leans his head against her. "This one is getting better, but still not as accustomed to relying on otherss." he admits to her then, and nuzzles against her. The rocks are getting good and hot now, and he parts from Seyardu- just enough to lean over and toss an experimental cupfull of water on the rocks, it hisses and steams immediately. He leans back against Seyardu.

"Of course. It was a good year for hunting, there should be pelts to spare without having to pilfer our tent." He assures, and huffs amusedly.

Seyardu watches the steam with a pleased chuff, curling up next to the hunter as he leans back and returning the nuzzling gently. "Ah, now that feels more like a warm day in am'shere after the rainfall." She says happily. "That must be why the water is here, yes?"

"That is good, that it was a good year. In spite of so many things it has been, and this one knows no small part of that is their Cihuaa at their side, no matter how far the physical distance may be."

Sjach nods once as he settles against Seyardu, relaxing tension he didn't even realizing her was holding onto as the atmosphere warms up. "Mosst years are good and bad." he says then, "the hunt may be lean, or the weather harsh." he says then, "or, as thiss one is increasingly finding, the dead may rise." he says with the faintest snarl at the reccolection. "But even sso there are good thingss in it. Clutchess hatch, seedlingss sprout." he says then.

He takes her hand in both of his once again, feeling her palm with his thumb. "But yess. Knowing you are there, even when you are not with me, makess every year a good year."

The cleric nods, giving a slightly angered growl of her own, but it soon passes as she relaxes again. "The dead rise, but others rise to the occasion, and help each other to solve it." She answers, pausing to reach for some more water and pour it onto the stones. Seyardu tugged at her sleeves, causing her robes to vanish as she tucked them into the bag, intent on enjoying the warmth of the sauna.

"And there are so many good things to celebrate, it is true, even in the darkest of times. This one's life is better for your presence Cihuaa, this one feels blessed every day that you were willing to take such a chance, even if it has been difficult for you to trust others."

Sjach closes his eyes as he enjoys the new wave of steam washing over the room. For his part, he's wearing the same threadbare shirt and pants he's had for as long as Seyadu has known him. They are more threadbare than ever, but he seems intent of wearing them until they disintegrate. But he sheds the shirt so that he can feel the steam on his scales.

"Thiss is nice. They should build one of these in Mictlan." he suggests then, and pauses, "Ah, but the weather there is alwayss mild." he says. A pause, "Thiss one does not think anyone will complain, even sso." he chuckles softly. "What of your travelss?" he wonders of her then, settling in next to Seyardu. "What great deeds has the mighty Seyardu accomplished lately?" he wonders.

"Hmm. This one should take you out to find new clothes sometime. This one worries your pants may not last much longer." The smaller makari rumbles in amusement, electing to rest her head against the hunter's chest.

"I think that sounds like an excellent Idea, Sjach. This one would certainly be happy to have another which could be enjoyed with you closer to home." She nods softly. "This one's mighty work?" She repeats, shaking her head and sighing. "This one has not done much of note, truly. Time has been spent caring for those in the city after everything that has happened, and caring for those in Mictlan. Every new hatching leaves me with much less free time for the several months after. And outside of that, this one has been studying the wards of Mictlan, so that they might replicate them nearby. The work on the greenhouse has been going well, but it will be for not if this one can not find a way to replicate Am'shere's climate year round."

Seyardu's comment on his pants has Sjach draw up, "They are fine." he insists. "They can be patched." he insists a second time, although he is perhaps a hint more defensive this time. "But... they could be warmer." he admits, finally, as he considers the possibility of less breezy pants.

He quiets, then, and listens to Seyardu talk- her hand in his still being absently played with as he traces the shape of her palm with his thumb. "Mmm, perhapss the owner of those heated pools. This one has heard they use magic to heat the water." he suggests then.

"Well, if they can be repaired, that would be fine. But this one would like to make sure the winters are not too harsh on you." Seyardu hums, looking up to Sjach as she rests her head in his lap. "Perhaps I should speak to her, then. if that would be able to solve the problem, it would be a great boon to Mictlan, for people to have access to necessary medicinal and culinary plants here. Hopefully a comfort."

"And, what about you? Aside from recent work, what have you been up to?"

Sjach leans back as Seyardu lays her head in his lap, and his arms come to wrap around and rest ontop of her, holding her against him. He pauses to consider what he's been doing, "There iss little to hunt in this weather, and besides, the animals need to reserve their strength for the breeding season. There has been maintenance work, cutting firewood... but much of thiss one's time has been spent with Little Flame." he tells her then.

"She has learned many things. Not only to hunt, as that is her nature, but to fight." he adds then. "She is growing strong. She will soon be big enough to bear a mount, though she still bucks at so much as a stirrup. Thiss one will not use a bit and bridle as they do to the horses in this land. A hunter must have teeth." he says then. "But she learns well. Sshe is no longer my charge, sshe is my partner." he says with some pride.

"That makes sense. It's just as important to make sure that hunting is sustainable, part of being a good hunter, yes?" Seyardu nods, nuzzling against Sjach with the movement. The cleric closed her eyes, but had a scent of contentment, and a relaxed smile showing.

"You've been hard at work in other ways, it seems. Still much to be done for a hunter, even in the winter months." She muses. "You have both done well, your training, and her hard work. Perhaps in time she will be willing to bear us both on your travels, at least for a short while."

Sjach smiles again, "I'm certain she won't mind." he tells Seyardu then, "If she can bear me, she won't even notice you I'm sure. But it'll be a little while longer yet. Perhaps six moons or so, before she reaches her full size." he says then, as he considers. "And perhaps six more after that before she'll allow anyone to ride her. I am beginning to suspect that I have been too soft on her until now. She's... willfull." he muses. But, he doesn't sound like he minds that.

"Right, I suppose I wouldn't weigh that much extra." Seyardu chuckles. "I don't believe that it was a bad choice, we have many years after all, and time to work. It's best that Little Flame is able to grow up like the swiftclaws from am'shere, yes? There will be time for training later."

"She's been a handful ever since I met you, Sjach, and I don't think that will change. But I think if anyone is up to the task, it would be you."

Sjach nods his head then, "Well, perhapss not just like them. We were lonerss for a long time, after all." he admits to Seyardu then, "But, thiss one thinks she will do well with or without this one's help." he adds then. He reaches one hand out, to toss some fresh water on the steaming rocks, and then brings it back to wrap around Seyardu. "Ahhh, thiss one could forget about the snow in here." he says contentedly.

"There are differences, but there are always differences. I suppose what I was saying, was that it is good for them to have experiences like the swiftclaw they are, and not be forced into training." Seyardu muses, running one hand along the hunter's chest with a contented chuff. "This one thinks they are better for your presence, much like this one is."

"This one can think of no better way to enjoy a day such as this." The small makari rumbles, dangerously close to drifting off to sleep. "Though perhaps if not mictlan, we might have something similar to this back at camp? Then this one could enjoy this any time, with you."

Sjach, too, seems to be about ready to drift off- perhaps dangerous, with the fire so nearby, but the wood is already embers, partially smothered as it is by the rocks outside. So he isn't too concerned- besides, there is water nearby if they need it. Little Flame has decided she's had enough of rummaging through the snow in search of tasty critters. As she's gotten bigger, she's not so good at catching the little critters in their burrows anymore anyway. She scratches at the door, and then manages to push it open with her snout, before coming in to lay on the ground near the hot rocks. She huffs, blowing the snow off her muzzle again, before curling up.

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2024-12-23T11:13:20Z

Thurid: /* December */

The Strong and the Mighty

2024-12-21T12:15:31Z

Thurid: A relaxing bath turns towards discussion of the mightiest gods, and whether Tarien played a role in their rivalry.

The Bathhouse

The TarRaCe was meant to be the starting point, and end point, for journeys. Not just adventures, but regular travel, for trade and commerce, for visiting family and friends.

The baths have undergone an update. The stonework has been spruced up, the pools made more luxurious, and extra amenities added.

The whole space exudes an aura of comfort and relaxation. It feels bigger, though the actual dimensions remain unchanged. And currently it is peaceful. Serene. A small form floats in the main pool, lazily circling the pool atop a small, inflated shark. Her little snores can be heard occasionally.

The baths are a place to relax, get clean, and enjoy the water. Bryn is already rather clean (as a frequent visitor when she's in the city), and has just pulled off her boots, leather skirt and top and set them on the bench. With just her cloth unders on (c'mon, no one wears JUST leather. The chafing! The sweat! Even horses get blankets under their saddles!), she steps to the pool's edge... and jumps in, curling herself into a ball for best impact.

To enjoy the water, of course.

Thurid makes her way in from outside- she's not journeyed far, but she has been for her customary morning jog. And it was quite a long one, despite the cold weather outside, to judge from the snow and ice that clings to her hair. Despite the weather, she's dressed lightly- as she usually is, not especially bothered by extreme's of temperature- and she sheds her simple toga and makes her way into the water. She laughs at the Splash and then heads along, not daring to jump in herself left all the water jumps out, she is content to climb into the pool and settle into sitting against the edge, sprawling out with a pleased sigh.

The pathing around the bath is now warm to the touch, and is still easy to grip even when wet. Which is good, since a goodly amount of water is splashed OUT of the pool by the large woman doing her best cannonball self INTO the pool.

Irshya awakens to find herself high and dry, resting atop a slowly deflating plastic shark on the edge of the pool.

She blinks and stares balefully at Bryn. There's a show of many shark teeth.

Bryn grins tuskily (and soddenly) at Thurid, then the now-awake Irshya. "Ey. How ye doin? Water's nice, eh?" She crouch-wades over to the edge to take up a seat (flop). "This place's great."

Thurid grins over at the staring Irshya, and she reaches over to ruffle the gobber's head- perhaps at risk of being bitten, but she has meaty callused hands that are not afraid of a little gnawing. She nods her head over a Bryn, "Aye, that it is. A certain pool shark accused me of trying to steal her business with the sauna on the river bank, so I thought it best to bring a little business her way as a peace offering." she says as she settles back against the pool's edge.

Bite, the Goblin does, chewing on the calloused fingers. But there's no real strength behind the bites, just enough force to be felt but not draw blood. Irshya huffs and slowly stands. "I was napping.", she says matter-of-factly, to Bryn. "And the water is nicer when it remains in the pool." Another huff, and the diminutive woman leans against Thurid.

"Well, you can see how a sauna might impinge upon my business."

"Sorry?" Bryn doesn't sound all that apologetic, but not malicious, either. She uses her fleshy arm to help sweep some of the water on the tiles back into the pool. "The sauna's nice, but this place's better. Sides, don' think the sauna thing's stickin 'round long."

Thurid laughs at the Goblin, and then says, "Mmm, yes, but you don't have a cold river to jump into when you get to warm here." she tells her with a grin. She sits up a bit then, reaching up to start undoing the braid she keeps one part of her hair tied up in most of the time. "And just until the weather changes." she tells Bryn, in between separating and combing loose the braided hair with her fingers, head canted to the side to make the work easier.

The Goblin seems mollified, slightly, and she hmmmphs. "Still..." She takes a few steps forward and plops into the pool with a little splash. Surfacing, Irshya begins to lazily float around the pool. "I don't see the allure to shocking one's body with a harsh transition from warm to cold."

"Gets the blood pumpin, I bet," Bryn offers up, maybe a bit unsure of it, herself. "Me, I jus like washin wit water 'n not sand. Maybe takes a li'l more ta scrub, but way less gritty."

Thurid finally finishes untangling her hair from the braid and then gives the strands a few shakes to loosen them out properly before she settles back again, taking handfulls of water to wet her hair and face. "It's good for you!" she insists to Irshya then. "The hot and the steam makes you sweat out all the toxins, then the cold water washes them away and stimulates your constitution. I think!" she insists then, gesturing absently with a hand. "I don't really know the science. Mostly, it's just refreshing, which is why I like it."

"I prefer cold water, but I am getting to like warmer water. It is the sudden change between the two that makes it unpleasant." Irshya turns over onto her back and peers up at the two as she floats in a lazy circle.

"But, well, what do you think of the redo? I went with something a little brighter, and a little a uhm.. airier. Feels a bit more roomy in here, don't you think? While still having that feeling of coziness. It's mostly just colours and shapes."

With that question, Bryn turns her eye around the room and up. "Huh. Never really looked at the place like that... but guess it does feel bigger. Not so cramped." She looks back to Irshya and then shrugs. "Course, I'm used ta cramped 'n cozy, so didn' see nothin wrong 'afore, neither."

Thurid chuckles a bit, "Most places feel a little cramped to me." she says then, spreading out a bit more as though for emphasis, but then she shrugs her expansive shoulders. "But I like it. It's nice." she assures the sharky one. "And you know, for someone who says they prefer cold water, you spend an awful lot of time snoozing in magically warmed bathtubs." she grins at her.

She giggles at Bryn, and then Thurid. "Well, you ladies make it difficult, since you're so tall. But I made some changes with you in mind. Less clutter up above, so you can't get your hair caught in the rafters or spiderwebs, for example." A little splash as she turns over, and disappears deeper into the pool, her tail propelling her in several quick laps around the pool.

Surfacing, she shakes her head, water splashing everywhere. "I take daily swims in the Tornmawr, Thurid. I don't feel the cold as much as I feel the warmth."

Thurid nods her head then, "I swim in the river, too. It's easier than breaking through the ice on the lake outside of town, this time of year." she chuckles. "But I'm quite happy in a warm bath, too." she aggrees as she watches Irshya dash around in the water. "I suppose I have quite a tolerance either way, warm or cold. It's my giant blood." she says then. "So what spurred on this remodel?" she wonders. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I have swum under the ice on the lake, it's fun." She stretches at length, and lets out a noisy yawn. "I imagine your heritage comes with a resistance to the cold, but yeah, warm baths are very nice."

Irshya giggles. "It has been the same since it opened. With the winter, we have fewer customers, so I thought I would spend the time and money to change things up. A surprise for my customers who return when the fights return to the Colosseum in full."

"The hot, too. I don't know what sort of giants I hail from, but when we went to investigate a volcano during that incident with the plague camp, I found I'm quite comfortable around magma flows too." Thurid tells Irshya, a hint of pride in her voice. "Either way, though, I do know not /everyone/ is going to be comfortable leaping from a Sauna into a Snow Drift or icy river. But I still think it's worth encouraging people to push their limits." she says then. "Prowess isn't only about how much you can lift. But what you can endure, as well."

"I am sure that in a cold climate, a lava flow must be nice and warm, all things considered. But I'll stick to my cold Tornmawr and my warm baths." The pool-shark giggles lightly, "I'll push my limits on how much I can lift into my mouth." She grins a grin full of triangular shaped teeth.

"Two birds, one stone, as they say!"

Thurid laughs again, and reaches over towards Irshya to attempt to lift her out of the water, like she's curling a weight- and maybe dangle her there unless the shark evades her- "Ah, I know not everyone follows my faith. But still, I wouldn't be a very good Warrior of Angoron if I didn't encourage everyone to work on their athletic prowess, now, would I?" she muses. She settles back, and goes back to cleaning off, rubbing down arms and shoulders with a wash cloth.

The Goblin is easily caught. But not as easily let go, as she clings to Thurid's arm, and ends up settling in the Jotunblood's lap.

Then she shakes herself, sending drops of water everywhere.

"Angoron, hmm? The God of Strength. Often at odds with his warrior brother, Kor. Strongest of gods, right?" She pats her stomach. "I am at peak shark, so Angoron can be happy."

Thurid chuckles a bit, an shrugs, "Mostly because Angoron likes to compete, but Kor only likes to win." she says then. "So if Angoron wins, Kor is upset. If Kor wins, Kor is upset that Angoron is not." she says then with a grin. "Of course, Tarien finds either outcome hilarious, and I suspect plays a hand in many of their competitions." she says then. "And while I don't doubt that Kor is certainly the strongest warrior of the gods, that doesn't make him the mightiest. There is more to might than strength of arms, after all. Broad shoulders to support your friends, and a large heart to open up to the suffering of others, for example." she says then. "Neither offer an advantage in battle, so they are beyond Kor's understanding. But in life? There are no greater strengths."

Bryn's been quiet for a bit, soaking. Maybe she dozed off for a bit in the soothing heat. With a blink she sits up and looks at the other two. "Strength is the best!" So she caught some of that, maybe? The giantess gets a grin. "Maybe hafta do a li'l competin sometime. For Kor's sake."

"Don't forget big bellies to fill at the feast!", Irshya offers up. Her stomach gurgles noisily then, and her cheeks colour a light lavender.

"Hmmm, a competition? You know, we could hold an arm wrestling competition, for prizes. Would be a neat way to draw in some customers, and you two could showcase your might!"

Thurid laughs then, "Funny enough, having a drinking contest with a certain Korite was how I met a special someone in my life." Thurid says then with a broad grin. "Of course I'm game for a contest. Arm wrestling, regular wrestling, a race, tug of war- you name it." she says to Bryn then. "Did you have anything in mind?" she wonders.

"Wrasslin, arm wrasslin, drinkin, liftin, pullin..." Bryn rolls her shoulders. "Anythin't gets the blood goin is good fer me." After a beat, her brows rear up like posturing caterpillars, pulling her lips up in a grin under. "Ha! Met 'em like that, eh?! That's 'mazin! Who won?"

Irshya giggles at Thurid, "Aww, that's adorable."

"So uhm, I think arm wrestling is a good start. Then! Maybe a drinking contest? After that, scarf down some dinner and retire to the baths to relax!"

"Oooh, we could take bets, that'd be a good way to make up a prize pot."

Thurid grins and bumps her chest with a fist, "I did, of course. 'couse, she's only a wee goblin, so I had a size advantage." she admits then. "But it was all in good fun, anyway." she says. And then nods her head in agreement with both of them on the list of suitible activities. "Arm wrestling, drinking contest, bath. Now that sounds like a very fine day indeed."

"Course ye did!" Bryn laughs before adding in a reminder, "'N don' ferget the food in there somewheres!" Then a nod at Irshya. "Gonna be bettin anyways. Should get yer piece 'n all."

"I will have my chefs make something delicious for lunch and dinner.", the Goblin says with a tone of pride in her voice.

Irshya giggles, "Well, my piece would be all the people showing up to watch. Food and drink sales are my bread and butter, as they say. The betting will help raise the prize pot. Seems only fair to get the 'piece' for that..."

She glances between the two women. "So... Kor versus Angoron, the rematch?"

Thurid laughs again, and she gives Irshya a slap on the back at her suggestion for the title of the event, "More like the never ending match." she muses, "I should see what the temple records say about the origin of the rivalry, but I suspect it was probably somehow Tarien's fault." she says and offers a wink. She settles back, "So, contests of strength of arms, force of will, and endurance of liver." she says and laughs. "When shall we begin? If we're supposed to have a bath after, we're starting in reverse here. Perhaps next week? There might be other challengers who'd like to be involved."

Irhsya squeaks at the slap to her back, and she giggles. "Of course it was Tarien! Who else? He probably wondered at Kor's strength in idle conversation and we've not heard the end of it since!"

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2024-12-21T12:14:40Z

Thurid: /* December */

MEETUP: Sauna Day!

2024-12-15T16:20:24Z

Thurid: Created page with "The snow has been falling for a few days now, and has begun to build up nicely- perhaps not so pleasant for some, who find it an impediment to their trade, but for others it is a welcome sight. Thurid is one such of those others, and along with other members of the Order Paramount, is putting the last touches on a log hut on the bank of the river. The walls are already up, and a couple of shirtless athletes are currently hammering nails into the first few of the roof sla..."

The snow has been falling for a few days now, and has begun to build up nicely- perhaps not so pleasant for some, who find it an impediment to their trade, but for others it is a welcome sight. Thurid is one such of those others, and along with other members of the Order Paramount, is putting the last touches on a log hut on the bank of the river. The walls are already up, and a couple of shirtless athletes are currently hammering nails into the first few of the roof slats.

Thurid makes her way to them, barefoot in the snow, with a bundle of split logs over one shoulder which she begins passing up to those working on the roof. Another two are hauling a handcart full of coals over. There is a whole hog slowly turning on a spit over an open flame, the skin juuust beginning to brown, barrels of what are likely beer stacked up nearby. There's a large basin which appears to be full of ice not far off.

Snow, cold water and even more snow was _not_ the way to tempt a certain ruddy Dragoon to the cold riverside. However - fire was a strong way to tempt. Slowly roasting meal and a collection of shirtless athletes was only extra incentive to come enjoy the fire.

"Hero!" Aelwyn calls out, from under the large cloak with its furlining; mostly his ribboned horns were poking out from the leathers. "Was the Fire Lodge ordered to be moved here?" He asks - probably with a grin, but he was mostly hiding his snout under the cloak.

Mikilos hums quietly to himself as he strolls along the Tornmawr, not exactly at home in the falling snow, but not bothered by it. His typical grey robes blend in to the white surroundings, but his sun dappled hair stands out.

As the hut becomes clear to him, the tall elf tsks and frowns, picking up the pace. "Seems I misunderstood. Ah well."

Peering around a moment, he makes eye contact with Thurid. "What can I do to lend a hand?"

A growing cascade of ripples precedes the surfacing of /something/ in the Tornmawr. A small, blue form moves along just under the surface, with a small, triangular object leaving a wake in the water.

aThe activity along the bank of the river seems to catch the form's attention, as it turns and moves towards it, remaining mostly submerged.

Down, down by the river...

"Oi, I think... is someone's dog in the river?" Carver stands by the riverbed, having came down to watch, and now posted near the bank with hands on her lean hips. She squints against the falling snow to try to pick out more details, finding it difficult to keep with the submerged object of attention. "I swear, saw somethin'..."

She turns back to watch as others arrive to join the celebration. A hand waves, nearly coated white with snow. Waving. Probably to say hello and not a surrender.

Thurid passes the last of the roof tiles up and then lifts her expansive hand to offer Aelwyn a wave in greeting, "Hail!" she calls over to him, grinning broadly. She seems entirely unbothered by the cold, given her choice of a light toga for attire- though her breath mists and the snow clings to her hair, and her nose and cheeks have a rosy red glow to them. She spies Mikilos heading over, "What did you misunderstand?" she wonders of him, as she heads on over.

Her attention is drawn to the shape in the water as Carver points it out, and her grin grows a touch wider, "Oh I think it's probably a shark." she says then before chuckling. "Well, if you'd like to help out you could shovel some coal into the pit. We're getting ready to light things up." she tells Mikilos.

Indeed, the last of the roof tiles that Thurid just passed up are being hammered in as she speaks. "There'll be food, later, as well." she says and points towards the slowly roasting hog. Thurid heads over to the large tub of ice, and knocks on the surface a couple of times. She nods her head, seeming satisfied, and then fetches her earthbreaker from nearby. She thumps the surface of the ice, breaking it open, to reveal the tub is only partway frozen through. "There, gold tub's ready." she grins.

Mikilos waves vaugely. "Had been of the impression construction was -starting- about now, not wrapping up. My fault for not following up on it." Heading over, the tall elf grabs a shovel, content to pitch in. Though he does pause a moment to peer out at the water. "Shark? Bit far inland for that, but wouldn't be the strangest thing to be spotted out there."

Aelwyn bows - supposedly - at Thurid and then looks at the exceedingly tall elf. He raises his glaive in greeting; the flame at the tip shinging bright. "It has been a time." He tells him, before turning towards the others. "Huntress!" He calls out, "Come join the fire!" He then turns towards Thurid. He looks at the coal, before he raises his head.

"This one can shovel the coal, if the pit is exceedingly large and blazingly hot." The ruddy sith-makar flashes his teeth and tilts his head. "What is this construction for?"

At the mention of food, there's a sudden splashing sound as a small, blue form comes ashore. Dressed in a one piece swimsuit, the colour of which nearly exactly matches her, Irshya runs up to Thurid.

She manages to look bashful for a few moments. "Did someone mention food?", she wonders of the jotunblooded woman. Blinking then, she glances around at the others drawing nearer.

"Gold tub? Are... are you trying to compete with the TarRaCe?" Her face scrunches up a little as she frowns.

Carver joins the others, "I can toss in some hands." She bites at the tip of her gloves to pull them off, tucking them away into a pocket. She flexes her joints then warms her 'mitts' before the fire. "What's this all about anyway? Didn't hear anything about another festival."

Thurid laughs and shakes her head at Irshya's accusation, "No, not at all. We're only going to be here for a little while, while the snow lasts." she says and then gestures out towards the log cabin. "We're going to set the coals smouldering, toss some rocks ontop, wait till they get good and hot and fill the place up with steam. It's good for you!" she says then, "And then what you're supposed to do is go clean off the sweat and cool down with a snow bath. But I'm not about to tell anyone what to do, so just do what you please!" she laughs.

One of the Order Paramount folks waves over to let Thurid know the work on the roof is done, and then hops down. The other follows shortly, and they put their tools away. "And it's not really a festival. We could get some music and wrestling going, though, I'm sure." she beams over at Carver. "But for now, lets get the coals lit."

Aelwyn looks up at Thurid - there are only a few people he looks up to - and his eyes narrow. "Now that is a bath house." He flashes his teeth, tail swaying behind him. "One where one can truly melt into bliss." He looks around at the others. "Anyone for wrestling on the hot coals?" He asks, sharp teeth glinting.

The draconian rolls his shoulders at Carver then. "As long as there are fires in this drowning town, all the festivals are only just." The Dragoon turns back towards Thurid. "Where are the shovels, where are the flints?"

Irshya's frown intensifies slightly, but then her stomach growls and she blushes a light lavender colour. "Erm. So what is it that you have to eat?"

She glances to Mikilos. "There are river sharks and lake sharks, you know." A glances goes to Aelwyn, and she swings her little tail to swat the Sith in the shin.

Mikilos snorts softly, but smiles. "Steam I'm a fan of. Cold baths after, less so. Good for circulation, resperation, and a whole list of other things that aren't immediate comfort. As for wresteling on hot coals... no. Just regular wresteling... also no."

The wizard fiddles a bit with his pack straps and belt, keeping pockets accessable as he pulls them and his robes off, stripping down to pale skin and a loin cloth. He nods to Irshya. "I don't believe any are native to this area, though I'd not be surprised to learn one got brought in for some reason or another and escaped."

"Was... that your stomach?" Carver asks, so impolitely, of Irshya. Completely oblivious to goblin faux pas. Honestly, how dare. She slowly looks back to the others. "Most of us burn on coals, jus' as a reminder. The whole 'fire' thing in general. She just watches as Mikilos divest of wizardly authority and spell components. She looks up toward the sky again with a wrinkle of her nose.

"I can wrassle."

"There's a hog roasting!" Thurid tells the little goblin, and points out the spit. She scoffs at Mikilos, "Well, I'll be enjoying both." she says then. To Aelwyn, "Do you want to do the honors?" she asks, knowing the Sith's penchant for fire, she offers over a flint and steel. For her part, she heads over to gather up some rocks to toss ontop of the coals once they're smouldering, and following that to fetch a few pails of water from the river. She laughs at Carver, "Good to hear it. Good for the body, good for the soul." the Angorite insists.

The other members of the Order Paramount continue making preparations- they'll help with getting the coals smouldering and working a couple of bellows to help them catch quickly, as well as hauling in the stones to toss ontop of them. One of them hauls a barrel of beer over and taps it, offering mugs around. One is still tending to the spit.

Aelwyn oofs and then flickers his tongue at Irshya, teasing her. The Dragoon looked however, ecstatic at the notion of doing the honors though - and he also drops his cloak, revealing he wasn't wearing much more than his usual loincloth and armor and frosted scales. "That this one shall!" He raises his glaive and with excessive amount of flair and flash, he pulls out some sort of liquid and throws it into the air.

Then with a circular motion he flashes the oil, that is set on fire and rests on lines of flames. He then gets suspiciously close to the fire and puts his hand on his hip, turning towards the rest of the group. "This one is now ready to wrestle." The last of the oil is tossed out.

The pool-shark eyes Mikilos warily, "I haven't been brought up here or escaped from anywhere. I came here under my own power of fin and feet." She gestures over her shoulder at the fin on her back, poking out of a tailor-made hole in the bathing suit.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush a deeper purple. "Nuuuuuuu.", she says to Carver. "It was Aelwyn's!"

Thurid's answer has the Goblin's head tilting to one side. "You... roast dogs?" Blink blink.

"Hog. A pig." Carver helpfully corrects. She wants Irysha to be very aware of which animal is being consumed. "There's the domesticated kind, an' of course, the more feral-like. In Dran, near the Iron Peaks, they grew especially large and dangerous with bristles of fur so thick they could stop blades." As Aelwyn magic mikes himself in preparation, she rubs frantically at her cheek with knuckles. "Fine. All in good fun, but I'm not stripping to my booties." 'scuse me miss shark, squeezing past pale and handsome and the onesie wearing alpha predator to step over the dileneating line of battle.

"Jus' don't complain when I win." Carver says, cracking knuckles. She does not strip down to her seabreeze. It's likely she did not bring those with her, which is terribly poor planning.

Mikilos accepts a mug, shuffeling from foot to foot and trying not to shiver. Might have be a bit hasty in disrobing. He eyes Irshya a moment, and shrugs. "Fair enough. I think that's a HOG, a pig, that's roasting. College cafeteria tried serving dog once. All sorts of unpopular, and wasn't even tastey." Glancing to the more athletic sorts, he inquires "What exactly is the difference between wresteling and wrasseling?"

Thurid laughs as Aelwyn makes a ring of fire, and shakes her head in amusement. "I'll get the Sauna going, then." she says and heads into the hut to light the fires and get thins going. She emerges after a few moments. "I don't roast dogs personally, but some of the curries I've had at the ox-strength make me wonder if I've eaten one." she rolls her shoulders a bit as she watches the pair of them prepare to wrestle "I'll take the winner, and the Sauna should be ready by then." she tells them.

Mikilos's question gets a smirk, "Attitude, mostly." she answers it. She takes one of the mugs that are being passed around from the recently tapped keg and watches.

GAME: Aelwyn rolls athletics: (18)+10: 28

Aelwyn is not flexing his biceps or squeezing his hips! Well, maybe only flexing a bicep a bit. "Do not worry Huntress, there shall be no complaining when the winners are decided." The Dragoon says as he steps towards Carver. The cold was already biting into his toes - but it is the adrenaline that was the fire in his veins.

Then the ruddy sith-makar steps forward, slaps his hands down on Carver's shoulders. "This one is ready." He tells her with wide, gruesomely macabre grin - and attempts to flip her over head and onto the snow.

"Well why is it a hot dog and not a hot hog?", she wonders of Carver, Mikilos and Thurid. Irshya stalks over to the roasting pit, and then huffs, looking back at the others. "It's just sausages!" Irshya seems angrily disappointed.

She crosses her arms and hmmphs. Then someone hands her a beer. This is greedily and quickly poured down her throat.

"I think Carver is going to kick Aelwyn's butt."

GAME: Carver rolls Athletics: (9)+8: 17

Carver twists at the hips, loosening up. Not that she really needs to. Age really hasn't limited her mobility, still flush with youthful strength. Up all night, fresh the next day. No problem. Though troubles have left their scars in place there's still plenty of lessons left to be learned. She's picking up new ones all the time. Don't drink cute little leaf cups of a fey Queen's wine. Don't touch lich's beams. Hunt not in the great seas. Don't wrestle Flameheads?

She ends with her fingers laced way overhead, everything taut beneath her heavy furs and hides, exhaling tension away before turning to face Aelwyn's cockatricing about the ring. "Muscles, pfft. All sho--"

The awful piercing banshee howl is infamous, unique to tortured elven maids of undeath. Carver's is secondary only to them, tonal nails rending wind and ears alike, as Aelwyn lifts her up right overhead and tosses!

Mikilos nods thoughtfully at the distinction, filing the sublte differences away for later use. "As I recall, a bard noted the sasuages resemble ratting dogs, with a long round body. Why that caught on I don't know. Language is weird like that some times." He raises a brow as Carver gets tossed. "....best of three?"

Thurid nearly spits out her beer when Carver is so neatly yeeted into the snow and she practically doubles over as she half-guffaws, half chokes on hastily swallowed beer, slapping her thigh as she does. Once she finally catches her breath, she nods in agreement with Mikilos's suggestion. One of the other Order Paramount folks has found himself a drum and is banging on it as Thurid begins a chant for best of three.

She does spare Irshya a glance, "There's bread around here somewhere, help yourself if it's ready!" she tells the pool-turned-river shark.

Those perfectly sculpted muscles forged in fire, hard work and sense of late autumn fashion were not indeed, for show. Tinted orange, blending down into ruddy reds - and finally deeper purples. A warm contrast to the white snow.

They were also stomping closer towards Carver and there was a hearty slap on her back. "Fine shout, a fair mettle!" The draconian says, and attempts to hoist her back onto her feet. "Let us have another try, whenst one is now properly warmed up."

Carver is pulled from the snow, giving a great shake to toss off the many extra layers of frost. The slap on her back dislodges more. She huffs, annoyed. "You jus' tossed me like grain. I think I just get tossed further next time." She scrubs at her face to clean it as well though good look getting the dusting out of her hair, out of her eyebrows. That will just have to melt. Instead, she attempts to jump up and onto the taller knight's back. "To the sauna!"

Aelwyn puts his hand on his hip, "Tch, luck-" He was about to be coy and deflective, before the - actually shorter - knight was just jumped upon. Already, body taut and wired, and ready to - "Sauna!" He states, holding the taller woman before stomping away towards the promised hut of smoke and sweat.

Thurid's laughter continues, but it's not mean spirited, and she slaps Carver on the back. "And a fine sack of grain you made." she says, "To the Sauna then! There will be plenty of time for wrestling in the snow later! Ha!" she says, and then heads that way herself. The interior of the makeshift log cabin is opressively hot and steamy already, and Thurid tosses another ladle full of water on the stones, which hisses and adds to the atmosphere before finding herself a spot to sit down in and sprawl out.

The evening continues, with drink, food, music and laughter in between bouts of sweating in the steam room and cooling back off in the snow. Thurid goes for a swim in the Tornmwar, and encourages everyone to join her- claiming it to be 'refreshing' even if 'heart-stoppingly cold' is a more accurate descriptor.

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==2024 Logs==
===January===
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|January 1, 2024
|[[New Face in Town]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Murder]]
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|[[What is in a Name]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Triangulating Assumptions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]]
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|[[Magic and Archmages]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Kadlin]], [[Mikilos]], [[Murder]]
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|January 2, 2024
|[[In Search of a Forge]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Tales of Redemption and Grief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 5, 2024
|[[Song and Holy Violence]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|January 8, 2024
|[[An Ask of Mental Fortitude]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Axochitl's Aid]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 9, 2024
|[[Snowballs in the Gardens]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Eztli]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ness]], [[Ous]]
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|January 10, 2024
|[[A Meeting In The Wintry Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kadlin]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 11, 2024
|[[Shenanigans on Ice]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]]
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|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Aimarra]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 14, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|[[Testing Synonie]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 15, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Chronolark - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 18, 2024
|[[Workouts and Distractions]]
|[[Choler]], [[Thurid]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
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|January 19, 2024
|[[World Peace and Hunky Boys]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 21, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|January 22, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 23, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 25, 2024
|[[Silencing the Unloved King]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 27, 2024
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Beneath]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Schara]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
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|January 28, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist Pt2]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|January 29, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Wraps and Hiccups]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 30, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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===February===
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|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2024
|[[Cat Scratch Chills]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Teppus]]
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|February 2, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|February 4, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 1)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 5, 2024
|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 4]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 6, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|February 7, 2024
|[[Mushrooms and Man Left Behind]]
|[[Culix]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 11, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Cultivating Humility]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Munch]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 5]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 13, 2024
|[[Sound Mind]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 14, 2024
|[[Fire birds and sharp sticks]]
|[[Crik]], [[Eztli]], [[Rhar]]
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|[[Simony's Haven]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 15, 2024
|[[Cold Winter Encounters]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
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|February 16, 2024
|[[Summoning Aid]]
|[[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[The show must drag on]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Quarry Quarrel Part 3]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 19, 2024
|[[Temple District Ruminations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]]
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|[[The Weight of Responsibility]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 6]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 20, 2024
|[[Dead Men]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Single Nail]]
|[[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 22, 2024
|[[Creation of Ash]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 23, 2024
|[[Expect the Unexpected]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[To Stalk The Fiend]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 25, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 4)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 26, 2024
|[[Serpentine Showing]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 28, 2024
|[[Ten Year Step]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Assassins]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Aznara]]
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|February 29, 2024
|[[Make Cookies Not War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Demand a Favor]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Golfbag of Glaives]]
|[[Verna]], [[Culix]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]]
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===March===
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{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|March 1, 2024
|[[Releasing the Hounds]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 3, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 5)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Personal Hero]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|March 4, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 8]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|March 5, 2024
|[[Golden Coast Cruise]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 6, 2024
|[[Unlock, Unbind, Hide]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Body Guard]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|March 9, 2024
|[[Adventure's End?]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]]
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|March 10, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
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|March 11, 2024
|[[Facing Another Trial]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 9]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|[[You Won't Be Alone]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
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|March 14, 2024
|[[To the Victor Go the Spoils]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: [[Verna]]
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|March 15, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|[[The Eve Before Death]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
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|March 17, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 7): The Poetry Corner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
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|March 18, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 19, 2024
|[[A Morning At The Ox]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Murder]]
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|March 20, 2024
|[[Fantasy Gladiator League]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
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|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations ]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|March 23, 2024
|[[Go Home History You're Drunk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Reithak]], DM: Whirlpool
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|March 24, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
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|March 25, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 26, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|March 27, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 31, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 9)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Riptide
|-
|April 2, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]], [[Etzli]], [[Aelwyn]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 3, 2024
|[[Welcome Warden]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|April 5, 2024
|[[Cover Letter]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and Sake]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|April 8, 2024
|[[Frozen Veins]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Harshad]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Quinn]]
|-
|April 10, 2024
|[[Stop Me if You Have Heard This One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 11, 2024
|[[A Courier for a Page]]
|[[Aelwyn]], Npcs: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 12, 2024
|[[Needles And News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 14, 2024
|[[Three Assassins]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 10)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 15, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 18, 2024
|[[Repose in Two Forms]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]] DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 20, 2024
|[[Tears of Death]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Rhar]], [[Rune]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|April 21, 2024
|[[Whilst You Lay Dreaming]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 22, 2024
|[[Birds of another Feather]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]], [[Sabina]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Revelation Raven]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Of Spring and Gardening]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2024
|[[Cutscene: Sins of the Father]]
|Caeles Miranore, Kiira Theran, Caeleil Miranore (NPCs by [[Leirune|Rune]] and [[Simony]])
|-
|
|[[Return of the Bina]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 24, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 5]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]]; GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 25, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2024
|[[Feel the Groove]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Magpie]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|April 28, 2024
|[[Morning in Goblintown]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Choler]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 29, 2024
|[[The Stage Is Set]]
|[[Sabina]]; GM: Derecho
|-
|
|[[Rider of Decisions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2024
|[[Silver Misses Snow]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Warnings on Deaf Ears]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|May 2, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 3, 2024
|[[Trade Off]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 5, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 6, 2024
|[[Maybe Fae-be]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 7, 2024
|[[A Happy Dance]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Close Shave]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[At Nothing We See]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 8, 2024
|[[Fashion Shopping Preperusal ]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 5)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2024
|[[Piecing Together Me]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 12, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 14, 2024
|[[A Fiend In Plain Sight]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 15, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 6)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2024
|[[Fab Fabric and Fire]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and a Future Heist]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 18, 2024
|[[Honey Do]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Mothers and Patrons]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|May 19, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 20, 2024
|[[We Are Seen]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Rain and Bath House]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 21, 2024
|[[Simpler Things]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 22, 2024
|[[The Name-Stealer]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 23, 2024
|[[Never Even]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Urvis Update]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 24, 2024
|[[Unpleasant News at the Noodle Stand]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stained Glass Butterfly]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 26, 2024
|[[Warning the Mislead]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], Nameless ([[Fidget]])
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 7)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2024
|[[Changing Seasons and Hearts]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aragos]], [[Eztli]]. [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 28, 2024
|[[He Says]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Whatamelons and Wanderers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Crimson to Show Off]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[What Troubles Those in the Market]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[A Stealthy Inquest]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 2, 2024
|[[Noodles After The Heist]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|June 4, 2024
|[[He Says (Part 2)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[What Makes A Cavalier Attitude?]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 5, 2024
|[[Down the River]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Castle In My Dreams]]
|[[Telamon]] (vignette)
|-
|June 7, 2024
|[[Break the Mold]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2024
|[[Fictitious - I]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]] , [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Vaera]]; DM: Thoth
|-
|June 9, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 8)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|June 10, 2024
|[[Bedtime Butterflies]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Lanier]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|June 12, 2024
|[[The Castle on the Edge of Waking]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 13, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 14, 2024
|[[Grand Induction]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Five Nightmares]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 15, 2024
|[[Five Nightmares (Part 2)]]
|[[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - I]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Garden Lectures Under the Sun]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 16, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 9)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2024
|[[When you Wish Upon a Fish]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 18, 2024
|[[Wasted Years]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 19, 2024
|[[A Warriors Instinct]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Pillory Blues]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Telamon]], [[Yazlo]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ashes on the Ground]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 20, 2024
|[[For A Few Potions More]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Warrick]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|June 21, 2024
|[[Nonlinear Pie]]
|[[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 3]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 22, 2024
|[[Best Boy]]
|[[Crik]], [[Menel]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 23, 2024
|[[A Warning Not A Gift]]
|[[Corey]], [[Harshad]], NPC Sori - [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - II]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[One Thousand Cranes]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|June 24, 2024
|[[The Price of Fish]]
|[[Arzhela]], [[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Expectations]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 4)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 25, 2024
|[[Full Day at the Baths]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Upon the Koz-way]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 26, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 5]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 27, 2024
|[[Faphinae's Fanfare]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Simony]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Gearsmasher]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Skielstregar]]; guest star: [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|June 28, 2024
|[[Soul Food]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Fiends and Fae]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Never-ending Story]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|June 29, 2024
|[[Game On!]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Karasu]], [[Leirune|Rune]] ;GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|June 30, 2024
|[[Fragile Like Trust]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[A Will to Kill]]
|Faphinae & Sori [[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2024
|[[Hunting Lore in the Library]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 2, 2024
|[[Death Comes Another Day]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Unravel Their Riddles]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2024
|[[Mist and Magic]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Crik]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 4, 2024
|[[A Lesson in Forgiveness]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2024
|[[Silence in the Library]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Zigrun]]
|-
|July 6, 2024
|[[Spelunking]]
|[[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 7, 2024
|[[A Story Born of Hope]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2024
|[[Sands through the Hourglass]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Menel]]
|-
|July 10, 2024
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 1)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 6]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
| [[Tornmawr Torpedo]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|July 11, 2024
|[[Boogle Boogle]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 12, 2024
|[[Name Exchange ]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 13, 2024
|[[Moment of the Future]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 14, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[MAC-B1G]], Dirk, GM: Culix
|-
|July 15, 2024
|[[Explosions and Slaying]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Beginning]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 19, 2024
|[[Summer Days]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Sjach]], [[Aznara]], DM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 21, 2024
|[[Vagrant Tower - Void Engine 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Iskandar]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Culix
|-
|
|[[Following a Portent]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 22, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 23, 2024
|[[Tales of Wrassling and Cages]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Mountaineering Investigations]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Garak]], GM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|July 24, 2024
|[[A Consecration]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Delilah]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 25, 2024
|[[Turning Reputation into Charity]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 26, 2024
|[[Can't Sleep]]
|[[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Craven Match]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Aurum Among Thieves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 29, 2024
|[[It's Easy Being Green]]
|[[Bryn]]; NPC: Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 30, 2024
|[[Mountaineering Explanations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Garak]], [[Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 31, 2024
|[[Paint Ponderings]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 04, 2024
|[[Fair Pixie]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vagrant Tower: Void Engine Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], '''GM''': Culix
|-
|August 5, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 3]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 8, 2024
|[[I Know the Pieces Fit]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|August 9, 2024
|[[Litigation]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|August 11, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 3]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Dirk]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]] '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|August 18, 2024
|[[On the Edge of Living]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 19, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 1]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], [[Stena]] '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 20, 2024
|[[Happiness in Knowledge]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 22, 2024
|[[Death With a View]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 23, 2024
|[[Toge Means Thorn]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Litigation (Part 2)]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|August 25, 2024
|[[Dusk Blooming Vines]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Apparently Heir]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 26, 2024
|[[Jiji Kiku]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 29, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 2]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2024
|[[Delivery in the Dark]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 2, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Stena]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; ; '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|September 4, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 3]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 6, 2024
|[[Dinner for Four and a Pothy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 7, 2024
|[[Whispers of Rebellion]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], with Ansir and Faphinae
|-
|
|[[Plotting in the Gardens]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Vex]]
|-
|
|[[Three Old Friends]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Corey]], [[Thoth]], [[Vex]], [[Victor]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 8, 2024
|[[How a Queen is Made]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 9, 2024
|[[A Friend for Magpie and Wizard]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Corey]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 10, 2024
|[[Fight for Us]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 11, 2024
|[[Love in Every Moment]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Good, The Bad, and the Alchemy]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Bryn]], and [[Vex]]
|-
|September 12, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 4]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 13, 2024
|[[Simony Signs Up]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2024
|[[Everyone Needs a Hobby]]
|[[Corey]] (and Faphinae), [[Karasu]], [[Rhar]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 15, 2024
|[[Bad Lies, Good People]]
|[[Jezzara]]. [[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sunlight Revelation]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 16, 2024
|[[Gratitude]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 17, 2024
|[[A Prelude To Revelry]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was - I]]
| [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Rune]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 19, 2024
|[[A Storied Working Lunch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Daily Affirmation]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Grandfather (Alud'rigan) '''GM:''' [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 5]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 20, 2024
|[[Pastries and Purchases]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 21, 2024
|[[If You Love Me]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]] - Grandfather (Alud'rigan)
|-
|
|[[Pretty in Pink]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 22, 2024
|[[Sunlight Revelation Part 2]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 23, 2024
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 24, 2024
|[[Gnawing on Metal]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Shiny Hunt]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 26, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 1]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 27, 2024
|[[Return of the Orchard Artificer]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 2]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Wrench in the Works]]
|[[Crik]], [[Ulthan]], DM:[[Culix]]
|-
|}
===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 6, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 8, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 10, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 6]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|October 12, 2024
|[[Home is Where the Truth is]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|October 14, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 15, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 4)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 17, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 7]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A New Face in the TarRaCe]]
|[[Fayde]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 18, 2024
|[[Little Children]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 21, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Retake Urah]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Zofija]]; '''GM''': Harkashan
|-
|October 22, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 5)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 23, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 8]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[The Fiend Defeated]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 28, 2024
|[[Foxes and Ravens]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|October 29, 2024
|[[Apples of Forgivness]]
|[[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 30, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 31, 2024
|[[Reunite Once Again]]
|[[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 9]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2024
|[[Caanan Returns]]
|[[Murder]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]] (as emitter)
|-
|November 2, 2024
|[[Ravenkeeper's Tidings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Talking Work Shop]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - (Re)take Urah]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 5, 2024
|[[Posted Notice (Part 1)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 7)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 6, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 10]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 11, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Posted Notice (Part 2)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|November 12, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 14, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 11]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 15, 2024
|[[Becoming a Teacher]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2024
|[[Apple Daredevils]]
|[[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 17, 2024
|[[A Bottle of Dust]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Strawberries]]
|[[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|November 18, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 5)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 19, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 9)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 20, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 12]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 22, 2024
|[[Welcome Tarsh]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 24, 2024
|[[All Hands]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[Meetings and Clans]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Murder]], [[Tarsh]]
|-
|
|[[Familiar Faces]]
|[[Carver]], [[Khepri]], [[Gramarye]]. [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|November 26, 2024
|[[Setting the Stage]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Warrick]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|November 27, 2024
|[[A Misplaced Case]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]; '''GM''': Telamon
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[A Lucky Meeting]]
|[[Carver]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 29, 2024
|[[Harvest Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Warrick]], [[Zelany]]; '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[Cruel Fear]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2024
|[[Captain Repairioum]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 2, 2024
|[[Waylaid Delivery]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 3, 2024
|[[Barding for Bardlings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Sand, Water, and Booze]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|December 03, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 10)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 4, 2024
|[[The Setting For Questioning]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Serpentine Catch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 5, 2024
|[[First Snow Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 7, 2024
|[[Day Three]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Alud'rigan
|-
|December 8, 2024
|[[Seven]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tidings of the Dolls]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 9, 2024
|[[Fashion, Fangs, and Fiends]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|December 12, 2024
|[[Little Demontry]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|December 13, 2024
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Zelany]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
| December 14, 2024
|[[MEETUP: Sauna Day!]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|}

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<OOC> Culix says, "So, we left off with Harkashan stumbling upon an invisible presence that appears to have followed the squad downstairs. Dirk, also, has followed them downstairs but not yet caught up with them. He had witnessed ambulatory brain creatures clawing their way out of the skulls of the defeated cultists, which then knocked him unconscious."
<OOC> Culix says, "The map is here: http://143.47.248.14:30000/game"
<OOC> Culix says, "And as a reminder, this is a DC-On plot."

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!

<OOC> Rune says, "I'll grab double movement speed from BoF, and then head in the direction Harkashan called from. Action TBD once I'm able to move and see whatever it is Rune sees."

<OOC> Rune says, "Okay, so I've moved 35/60 into the room. I have True Sight. Are the two brains what I see?"
<OOC> Culix says, "In the room, You see a pair of small creatures, each vaguely froglike in shape, except their bodies appear to be oversized human brains."
<OOC> Rune says, "Okay, using the last of my movement, then I will stab a brain."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1: (17)+22: 39
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+1d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6: (3)+3+(5): 11

When Harkashan's voice calls from the next room over, Rune uses a bit of that supernaturally gifted speed to make her way to the doorway, taking a moment to spy through to figure out just what it is that Harkashan is calling about.

Her eyes narrow, focusing on the frog-like creatures that are closest to her mate. "Let me guess, these are from the people that were here, aren't they?" Her nose scrunches and she makes a face. Moving up to stand next to Harkashan, she lashes out with one of her blades, a warning strike towards the nearest of the ... creatures.

"Back off, frog-brain." She holds her weapons out defensively.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on MAC-B1G ended.
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Dirk ended.
<OOC> Dirk says, "That's prolly as far as I can get with my movement."
<OOC> Culix says, "Perception check, please"
GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (3)+20: 23
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Harkashan ended.

Dirk grips his thunderbelcher in a white-knuckled grip, his eyes wide and flicking back and forth as he hurriedly trundles his way through the cellar. Rounding the corner, he spies a door and beelines for it. With a deep breath, he shoulders it open and all but melts with relief when he spies one of his comrades. "Aelwyn! Och, thank the -Lady-!" he says in a strangled tone.

<OOC> Harkashan says, "Harkashan uses Rune's strikes as context clues to move into position for her to flank. He's not sure what kind of enemies they face yet - but indeed spots the blood. He'll make a strike with his blade. (Trying not to use spells so the state for Void is not ruined)"
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (12)+11+8+1: 32
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (3)+11+8+1: 23
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Will take +2 from BoF instead for 34."
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31: aliased to 2d6+7: (7)+7: 14
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (75): 75
<OOC> Culix says, "Even with concealment, hurts it. Pose it."
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!
GAME: Note Flat-footed on Aelwyn ended.

Harkashan begins to move when Rune begins to move. She can see what he cannot. Slowing his gait ever so slightly so she can strike and he doesn't get in the way. But the moment she's getting after it, and produces blood, he swoops around and strikes towards the blood upon its body. "What are they? Brains?" He asks of his rogueish ally.

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I'll follow on up after the others and smack at anything that might be visible."
<OOC> Culix says, "You can't see anything yet."
<OOC> Culix says, "But go ahead and give me a perception check"
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Then I'll just move wherever Hark and Rune are. While waving at Dirk."
GAME: Aelwyn rolls perception: (9)+1: 10
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (13)+18: 31
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5+3d6: (3)+5+(11): 19
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for 19 points. 28 HP remaining.
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Taking the +2+2 from the bof"
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Power attack"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (17)+18+2+1+-4: 34
<OOC> Culix says, "Hits"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+12+1d6: aliased to 1d10+6+12+1d6: (6)+6+12+(6): 30
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Flaming, yes. +1/Flaming"
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!

Aelwyn turns his head as there is commotion from Rune's and Harkashan's direction. "What is happening?" He calls out to them - but then he hears a familiar voice. "Ah, if one wishes to call this one Lady, this one must charge extra-" He calls out with a wave of his burning glaive, heedless of all the chemicals in the room.

But then he abruptly stops and lets outa snarl, hopping away and smacking his glaive down at the small brain. "The hell is that?" He seethes, turning around in the room. "And why do they bite?"

<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty. Sneak attacks on Dirk and Aelwyn, then a full attack on Aelwyn, and a regular attack on Hark. Doing Aelwyn first."
<OOC> Culix says, "Oh and a full attack on Rune"
<OOC> Culix says, "Sneak attack on Aelwyn"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (12)+18: 30
<OOC> Culix says, "Should have been 32 with flanking."
<OOC> Culix says, "Which I think juust hits, with BoF"
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5+3d6: (1)+5+(9): 15
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for 15 points. 13 HP remaining.
<OOC> Culix says, "Then the full attack."
<OOC> Harkashan reminds Culix at some point to roll against his Aura.
<OOC> Harkashan says, "21 I believe"
GAME: Culix rolls 13: (5)+13: 18
<OOC> Culix says, "They fail."
<OOC> Harkashan says, "So they have -2 attack, -2 AC, -2 saves etc."
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for -15 points. 28 HP remaining.
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (11)+18: 29
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (11)+18: 29
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (2)+18: 20
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (16)+18: 34
<OOC> Culix says, "One hit"
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5+3d6: (1)+5+(12): 18
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for 18 points. 10 HP remaining.
<OOC> Culix says, "That's the attacks on Aelwyn resolved, now for Dirk. Two single attacks."
<OOC> Culix says, "AGainst FF"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (7)+18: 25
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (13)+18: 31
<OOC> Culix says, "One hit."
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5+3d6: (3)+5+(13): 21
GAME: You damaged Dirk for 21 points. 98 HP remaining.
<OOC> Dirk says, "Owch."
<OOC> Culix says, "Now, the one that was going to sneak attack hark gets to the edge of Rune;s magic circle against evil and lashes out but cannot approach"
<OOC> Culix says, "So now all that's left is the FA on Rune"
<OOC> Culix says, "It tries to attack rune, but cannot."
<OOC> Culix says, "Or maybe cannot. Hark, give me a spell penetration roll."
GAME: Harkashan rolls Cleric+4+Wisdom: (10)+15+4+8: 37
<OOC> Culix says, "Yeah, it can't touch rune or enter the circle."

As the group move towards one another, intending to re-group after their exploration of the laboritory they find themselves waylaid, each member of the party suddenly facing one or more of these strange, ambulatory brains appearing out of thin air. Aelwyn is clawed viciously not once but twice- and while he gets a lick in with his glaive his moment of triumth is shortlived as another sait of claws rake him from behind, drawing copious blood and leaving him greviously wounded.

Dirk hears a pitter patter behind him just in time for the creatures to lunge for him, one failing to find it's mark, but the other tears a gouge out of his arm with sharp claws.

Rune and Harkashan's pair, meanwhile, seem to not be faring so well. The creatures hiss and squirm at Rune's mere presence, like nocturnal beings fearing the sun. They cringe away from her, skulking and keeping their distance where they can. Where they are pinned down, they laush out at her but their claws fail to find the mark.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!
<OOC> Rune says, "5ft step to flank with Hark, full attack."
<OOC> Rune says, "I'll take the extra attack from BoF as well."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2: (2)+22+1+2: 27
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-2: (20)+22+1+2+-2: 43 (THREAT)
<OOC> Culix says, "Roll to confirm."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-2: (16)+22+1+2+-2: 39
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-2: (14)+22+1+2+-2: 37
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-7: (16)+22+1+2+-7: 34
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-7: (7)+22+1+2+-7: 25
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-12: (15)+22+1+2+-12: 28
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-12: (8)+22+1+2+-12: 21
<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty, that is a maybe crit (it has a chance to ignore) and then two hits."
<OOC> Rune says, "That's everything. Should be 7 attacks total."
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (81): 81
<OOC> Culix says, "Crit goes through."
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (99): 99
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (21): 21
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (53): 53
<OOC> Culix says, "So does sneak attack on first and third hit"
<OOC> Dirk says, "Niiiiice."
<OOC> Culix says, "So that's in total one crit with SA. One normal hit without SA. One normal hit with SA"
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+damage1+1d6+8d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6+3+1d6+8d6: (3)+3+(6)+3+(3)+(33): 51
GAME: Rune rolls damage2+1d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6: (6)+3+(4): 13
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+1d6+8d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6+8d6: (2)+3+(5)+(31): 41
<OOC> Dirk reminds self not to piss off Rune.
<OOC> Culix says, "it is badly wounded but not quite dead"
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
<OOC> Culix says, "You have a pair of very gross ankle biters you recently saw climbing out of cultist skulls attacking you, what will you do, Dirk?"
<OOC> Dirk says, "5' step to get out of melee, then start blasting. I'll take the extra attack from BoF ahd hit the top-most one."
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (13)+17+2+-4: 28
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (4)+17+2+-4: 19
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4-5: (1)+17+2+-4+-5: 11 (EPIC FAIL)

Watching the two creatures that are in the room with herself and Harkashan, Rune clenches her fingers on the handles of her blades. "Something like that. I don't think I've seen monsters like these before." She explains to the Makari. "There's one behind you, so be careful."

The warning doesn't seem necessary, however, as it seems to be avoiding her directly. "They... seem to be staying away from me. Maybe one of your spells?" She suggests, not really knowing the details about how magic works in this case.

Instead, she focuses on the one that is between herself and Harkashan, stepping closer to lay in with a series of attacks. Though most seem to be dodged or deflected away, a couple of them dig deep, causing splatters across the floor. "You think these are our missing people?"

<OOC> Culix says, "One hit vs Touch"
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (3)+2+8+(10): 23
<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty, you hurt it, but it's still kicking."
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Assuming Rune has it from here, Harkashan moves to Reinforce the others."
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Taking Movement"
<OOC> Harkashan says, "I think I take 3 AoOs"
<OOC> Harkashan says, "If they can through the Circle against Evil."
GAME: Harkashan rolls Cleric+4+Wisdom: (7)+15+4+8: 34
GAME: Harkashan rolls Cleric+4+Wisdom: (20)+15+4+8: 47
<OOC> Culix says, "Two of them swing, but are unable to strike you like with the one attacking Rune."
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (18)+11+8+1: 38
<OOC> Culix says, "That hits"
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| Name | CHP (T) | HP |
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| Aelwyn........| 10 | 83 |
| Dirk..........| 98 | 119 |
| (C) Lulu......| 71 | 71 |
| Harkashan.....| 128 | 132 |
| Rune..........| 125 +8 | 125 |
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GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31-5: aliased to 2d6+7-5: (9)+7+-5: 11

Dirk all but melts with relief when he spies Aelwyn. "Och, after the day -we've- been havin', I'm all set tae buy out the entire damn bar fer ye! Let's--HYAAAGH!" His elation is cut short as two brainlets start gnawing at his legs. He skips back on reflex, swinging up his thunderbelcher. CHK-BOOM! BOOM! "What the fuck are these? WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!?" He shrieks in a panic. His weapon strobes with blessed light, and one shot finds its mark. But then, his gun gives an anemic FZZZzz and emits a roil of glittering golden smoke. "Oh, piss up my -arse-!" the old snowbeard snarls, giving the weapon a slap with his palm.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!

"Group up on my position." Hearing the pained calls from to the south and east, Harkashan glances to Rune as his blade drips with the blood of their enemies. "You've got this from here." He declares assuredly. "I'm moving to help Aelwyn and the rest." As he is quick to move through, ready to assist the rest of the group. Sweeping through and letting his blade cut through one of the ones Aelwyn is facing on his way. "Gather up, don't let them flank you! I'll get some healing going in a moment, so the closer you are, the better!"

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I'll move down, tanking the AoO with +4 and bof +2/+2"
<OOC> Culix says, "Hark already provoked so no AoOs"
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I'll smack the creature above Hark then"
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Power attack"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (8)+18+2+1+-4: 25
<OOC> Culix says, "Wiff"
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!
<OOC> Culix says, "Hark and Ael can take AoO's as the brains move around"
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (3)+11+8+1: 23
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Miss."
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (6)+18+2+1+-4: 23
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (1)+18+2+1+-4: 18 (EPIC FAIL)
<OOC> Culix says, "One attack on Hark, one attack on Ael, one full attack with flanking on Dirk"
<OOC> Culix says, "Hark first"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (13)+18: 31
<OOC> Culix says, "Wiff"
<OOC> Culix says, "Ael"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (3)+18: 21
<OOC> Culix says, "Wiff"
<OOC> Culix says, "Dirk"

Aelwyn hisses again as he clawed, bitten and assaulted by the invisible creatures. He was bleeding profusely now, and he feels something give up in him. "Tch-they bite hard." He breathes raggedly, looking up at Hark. He staggers as the larger makari tanks attacks from the small creatures, slowly making his way behind the larger figure. "One does not need to suggest whether this one wishes to stay close." He flashes up a grin - even as his crimson clothing turns a shade of deep red.

<OOC> Culix says, "Both of those should have been at -2, but wiff either way"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (12)+18: 30
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (1)+18: 19 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (6)+18: 24
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (3)+18: 21
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5+3d6: (4)+5+(5): 14
GAME: You damaged Dirk for 14 points. 84 HP remaining.

The critters hissing and cringing at Rune continue to do so- unable to pierce her magical protections to approach. The rest of the group, however, are out of and moving further from those protections as the battle progresses and the creatures attacking them face no such impediments. One of them lashes out for Harkashan- the claws raking against the Deathsinger's own magical protections, and failing to find scale. Likewise, Aelwyn is able to avoid the slashing claws despite his heavy injuries. Dirk is not so lucky, pinned between two creatures and panicking, and one of them manages to tear another gash in the ranger's leg this time.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!
<OOC> Rune says, "Yep. Rune will do one stab on the closest one to her, and then head into the other room to use her anti-ugly brain power to help the others."
<OOC> Rune says, "+2/+2 from Bof."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2: (3)+22+1+2: 28
<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty. You provoke once, but are immune, so go ahead and pose it."
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay first thing, gotta clear the jam. Gonna roll against DC 20 to try and do it as a move action."
GAME: Dirk rolls Craft/Gunsmithing: (12)+17: 29
<OOC> Culix says, "alrighty. Jam cleared."
<OOC> Dirk says, "Full attack, four attacks with BoF."
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (12)+17+2+-4: 27
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (3)+17+2+-4: 18
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4-5: (7)+17+2+-4+-5: 17
<OOC> Culix says, "That provokes, Hark spell pen plz"
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4-10: (14)+17+2+-4+-10: 19
GAME: Harkashan rolls Cleric+Wisdom+4: (17)+15+8+4: 44
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (4)+2+8+(6): 20
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!
<OOC> Harkashan says, "I will stab the one to my east, taking the BoF 2/2 as a full attack. Converting to +5 Defending."
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1+2+2: aliased to bab+wisdom+1+2+2: (9)+11+8+1+2+2: 33
<OOC> Culix says, "Hits"
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31-5: aliased to 2d6+7-5: (10)+7+-5: 12
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Then Selective Quick Healing."
GAME: Harkashan rolls 10d6: (30): 30
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Everyone heals 30 HP"
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for -30 points. 40 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Rune for -30 points. 125 AND 8 TEMP HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Dirk for -30 points. 114 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Dirk's companion for -30 points. 71 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Harkashan for -30 points. 132 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged MAC-B1G for -30 points. 133 HP remaining.

Dirk hops from foot to foot, doing his level best to keep from getting got by the brainthings. "Gah! Hyah! LEAVE OFF YE--YEARRRGH!" He hops on his uninjured foot, gritting his teeth against the pain. With a furious snarl, he snaps open the breech of his gun. He gives it a sharp slap with the heel of his palm, ejecting the faulty shell. He blows sharply through the breech to clear out any residual powder, then snaps it shut and racks the slide. CHK-CHAK! "Right, LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN!" He unleashes another onslaught of blessed shot, the flare of holy light strobing against the cellar's gloom. But the brainthing proves nimble prey, and only gets winged by one shot. "Grrrrrh damn it, sit still an' let me pop ye!" he growls.

GAME: You gave Harkashan 8 temporary HP.

"Got this may be an overstatement." Rune calls after the Makari who is already making his way into the other room to her allies. There is a point where the rogue has to make a choice between trying to take out the creature in front of her following in order to help the others.

In the end, helping the team is far more important than any single victory. So, she darts away from the first of the strange brain-creatures and heads into the room where she can hear the others fighting. Ducking between the monsters, she tries to position herself in what she hopes gives the best 'coverage' of the spell Harkashan had cast earlier. "I'm here, hopefully this helps, at least a little."

"It definitely seems to be helping. But I suppose that is to be expected, with agents of Evil such as these." Harkashan rumbles, as the Magic Circle against Evil keeps testing his ability to keep the spell effective against their foes. "But the Deathsinging Dragon protects us with her gifts. Keep up the fight." As grey pulsing light begins to overcome the group, slowly knitting up wounds as Harkashan hacks at one of the bloody creatures with his Khopesh!

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I'll smack the creature next to dirk instead."
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Bof +2/+2, power attack, full attack, shenanigans."
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (1)+18+2+1+-4: 18 (EPIC FAIL)
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I mean the one on the right, can't hit the closest one."
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (16)+18+2+1+-4: 33
GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+12+1d6: aliased to 1d10+6+12+1d6: (2)+6+12+(3): 23
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!

Aelwyn inhales sharply as he feels relief course through his veins. "Ah-! Best pick me up." He flickers, staggering more on his feet. "Lay one's hands on me." He rumbles as he feels less blood flow from him. With practiced ease, his blade swings- slashes - aims at the horde of enemies descending on them, but the skittery brains keep leaping just out of his reach.

"Tch, this one needs ankle guards." He annoyedly points out. "We are getting cornered." And then there is a sudden 'twack!' as his blade slams at the creature next to Dirk.

<OOC> Culix says, "One of them moves to the edge of the magic circle. Another casts cure moderate wounds on itself. The rest are unable to act right now other than to paw uselessly at adventurers they can't hit."
GAME: Culix rolls 2d8+10: (13)+10: 23

While the magic circle protecting Rune is a powerful advantage for the party, making the creatures almost entirely ineffectual in their attempts to cause the group harm, it doesn't prevent them from acting in other ways. The critters continue to prowl at the borders of the magic circle, somewhat encircling the party to make it difficult for them to reposition themselves. One of the brains begins to glow with pulsating red light, and the wounds inflicted by Rune's daggers begin to knit themselves closed as it continues to prowl and watch.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!
<OOC> Rune says, "Alright, full attack, taking extra attack."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2: (12)+22+1+2: 37
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-2: (15)+22+1+2+-2: 38
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-2: (7)+22+1+2+-2: 30
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-7: (11)+22+1+2+-7: 29
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-7: (10)+22+1+2+-7: 28
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2-12: (8)+22+1+2+-12: 21
GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+2-12: (9)+22+1+2+-12: 22
<OOC> Culix says, "Hit, hit, hit, miss, miss, miss, miss"
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (39): 39
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (71): 71
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (53): 53
<OOC> Culix says, "Sneak attack on 2/3"
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+1d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6: (1)+3+(3): 7
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+1d6+8d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6+8d6: (5)+3+(6)+(24): 38
GAME: Rune rolls damage2+1d6+8d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6+8d6: (2)+3+(6)+(26): 37
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay, gonna go for the one Rune just sliced up."
<OOC> Dirk says, "5' step so I'm not flanked anymore and then I'ma unload."
<OOC> Dirk says, "Extra attack from BoF."
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (13)+17+2+-4: 28
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (4)+17+2+-4: 19
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4-5: (11)+17+2+-4+-5: 21
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4-10: (12)+17+2+-4+-10: 17
<OOC> Culix says, "Hit, miss, hit, miss"
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (9)+2+8+(7): 26
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (8)+2+8+(6): 24
<OOC> Culix says, "That drops it"
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!
<OOC> Harkashan says, "FA guy to my South. Then a Selective Quick Heal"

"No dying today." Rune mutters to Aelwyn as she takes a position along with her friends, making sure that there is still enough coverage to make it a bad time for the brain-like creatures.

Hearing Dirk's complaints, the rogue has to echo them in return, "Yeah, these things are fucking annoying." She grips her blades and attacks the one between herself and Aelwyn with a series of blows, trying to use the Makari as a distraction. However, they just don't fall quite as easily as some other foes.

"There's two more in the other room." She reports, making sure that everyone is aware of just how many they are dealing with.

<OOC> Harkashan says, "Taking +2/+2"
<OOC> Harkashan says, "And the usual Defensive."
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1+2: aliased to bab+wisdom+1+2: (8)+11+8+1+2: 30
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1+2-5: aliased to bab+wisdom+1+2-5: (16)+11+8+1+2+-5: 33
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1+2-10: aliased to bab+wisdom+1+2-10: (1)+11+8+1+2+-10: 13 (EPIC FAIL)
<OOC> Culix says, "Hit, Hit, miss"
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31-5: aliased to 2d6+7-5: (5)+7+-5: 7
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31-5: aliased to 2d6+7-5: (10)+7+-5: 12

Dirk skips nimbly back, lining himself up with Rune. His eyes get wide as the rogue goes ham on the brain-thing to his left. The burly old ranger decides to take a page out of her playbook. "Nice work, lassie! Let me clean up fer ye!" He swings up his thunderbelcher and unloads. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! Golden sparks skate off the flagstones as he rains holy shot down on the thing. The brainlet staggers on its stumpy legs as two of those shots find their marks. The last one makes the thing exploded into smushed brains. Without missing a beat, Dirk wheels to cover the brainthing menacing him outside the door. "YOU WANT SOME O' THIS, YE NASTY THING?!" he bellows.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 10d6: (42): 42
GAME: You damaged Aelwyn for -42 points. 82 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Rune for -42 points. 125 AND 8 TEMP HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Dirk for -42 points. 119 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Dirk's companion for -42 points. 71 HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged Harkashan for -42 points. 132 AND 8 TEMP HP remaining.
GAME: You damaged MAC-B1G for -42 points. 133 HP remaining.
GAME: You gave Dirk 8 temporary HP.
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!

The waving pulses of grey light continues to shine outwards, focusing upon Aelwyn's wounds. "Best we take care of them one after another. I wonder if that's what that lunatic was talking about - spreading across the world. Did he really think these guys would be enough to do anything?" He asks of the rest as his blade sinks into the one to the south of him, carving further pieces off of the rather hefty brain-on-legs. "They're hardy, but they still bleed!"

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Continue smacking the same goop, with full round + extra attack from bof"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (7)+18+2+1+-4: 24
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (6)+18+2+1+-4: 23
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4-5: (6)+18+2+1+-4+-5: 18
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!
<OOC> Culix says, "The brains change tactics, backing off and all fading back into invisibility."

You paged Rune with ‘You see that two of them begin fleeing after going invisible, the others have moved out of melee range and are keeping their distance from you but are not making a move to flee yet.’
Rune pages: Fleeing in which direction? And which is the closest one to me?
You paged Rune with ‘The two that were in the East room flee towards the stairs.’

"Ah, this one was not planning to, Twin. This one shall die in glorious fire, not by nibbled by brains." Aelwyn feels the last of his wounds knit up and he flexes his toes once more; bloodied, but feeling all the better. "Tch, this one is not being paid to investigate the ramblings of lunatic." The draconian sighs, and then still trying to see how well his body worked, soon steps forward and makes and overhead swing, then another, and swipes from down below at the skittery figures. Who simply jumps aside from his way.

"Ah, this one is not used to fighting one's minds." He clicks his tongue.

<OOC> Rune says, "I'm going to take the movement speed, and try to go after the ones heading for the stairs and see if there's a way to block their retreat."

THe brains all suddenly stiffen at once, as though hearing something that only they can hear- can they even hear? They have nothing that resmeble ears, just brains and legs and mouths. Either way, suddenly each of them slinks back away, their forms glowing for a moment and then shimmering as they blend back into the background. To all senses save Rune's, they become invisible. RUne sees that several of them still slink at the edges of the party, but that two of them break away and begin to flee back towards the stairs.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!
<OOC> Rune says, "Damage me for 1hp please, I'm going to use my Blood Pact to get extra movement just to be sure I can block the stairs."
GAME: You damaged Rune for 1 points. 125 AND 7 TEMP HP remaining.
<OOC> Rune says, "And then I'll single stab the closest one."
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1: (1)+22+1: 24 (EPIC FAIL)

"Shit, some of them are making for the stairs." Rune takes a quick look around, ensuring that the others don't seem in too bad a shape before she pushes off, using magically enhanced speed to give chase. "I'm going to try to block them from retreating. Don't want these things getting out."

"There's one over there, still." She points at where she sees one, before darting out of the room to follow the two that seem to be heading towards the stairs. Moving around them, Rune positions herself to block their way up, slashing her blade in the air in a way that is a bit too wild to be more than a warning blow.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
<OOC> Dirk will unload at the spot Rune pointed out and hope I hit something. :l
<OOC> Culix says, "Alrighty, 50% miss chance on each shot."
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (5)+17+2+-4: 20
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (6)+17+2+-4: 21
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4-5: (1)+17+2+-4+-5: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
<OOC> Culix says, "One maybe hit"
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (76): 76
<OOC> Culix says, "And it hits."
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (11)+2+8+(8): 29
<OOC> Dirk needs to have Dirk invent a gun that doesn't jam. x.x
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!

Dirk's eyes get wide, then narrow as the brainbeasties fade out of sight. "Gaaah, -damn- it! Where'd you go, ye wee devils?" he growls. He sights down the barrel of his thunderbelcher, snapping from point to point as he looks for any sign of movement. But then there's Rune with the assist. "Thanks lassie!" he calls. He focuses his aim and starts firing. CHK-BOOM! BOOM! FZZzzzz... another puff of golden smoke rolls up from his weapon's firing mechanism. "Ohh are ye takin' the -piss- right now?!" he thunders. He gives his weapon a frustrated shake.

GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (12)+11+8+1: 32
GAME: Culix rolls 1d100: (30): 30
<OOC> Culix says, "Miss"
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!

Harkashan rushes the position Dirk shoots, cutting at the spot where he noticed the blood. "Good luck, Rune!" He calls out to the rogue and rounds the table proper and tries to slice at the moving blood. But his Khopesh does not find purchase. "I have to pray for more spells to seeing through invisibility in the future. Maybe some potions." He rumbles.

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Bof +2+2"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (6)+18+2+1+-4: 23

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!
<OOC> Culix says, "Two of them come back into the room, one of them melees Dirk, the other casts Confusion on Aelwyn"
<OOC> Culix says, "The one that Rune pointed out full attacks Hark"
<OOC> Culix says, "Dirk first"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (4)+18: 22
<OOC> Culix says, "Will save, Hark"
<OOC> Culix says, "Er"
<OOC> Culix says, "Aelwyn, sorry."
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (9)+18: 27
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (7)+18: 25
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (18)+18: 36
GAME: Aelwyn rolls will: (19)+7: 26
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (15)+18: 33

Aelwyn steps down to swing his blade at the same spot as the others did. His blade work today was _very_ off. "Tch." He grits his teeth once more. "IS there something we can cover these with? Like-" Another pointless swing. "... fire?"

The critters are not invisible for long, just long enough to spread the party out, to find more advantagous positions, so they can renew their assault. One of them lunges for Harkashan, but fails to land any hits past his panolpy of magical protections. Another strikes for Dirk- and finds his mundane armor challenge enough, failing to land a telling blow. Meanwhile one of them re-appears glowing with a pulsing purple light, sending a shockwave of psychic energy surging into Aelwyn's mind- but his mind is too strong, and fends off the psychic assault.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!

The two had had been fleeing are effectively headed off by rune, prowling at the edges of her circle or protection.

<OOC> Rune says, "Okay, then I'll use my turn to close and lock the double door so they can't escape up."
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!

"I've got them blocked off over here!" Rune calls out. "They aren't able to get to the stairs." She keeps her back facing towards the exit, looking at the two that linger closest to her.

"I've... also got a wand of see invisibility if anyone wants to come over, but you have to be skilled enough with magical devices to cast it on yourself." Looking behind her, Rune grabs for the doors and pulls each shut one at a time, and only then does she turn away from the brain creatures to initiate the lock.

"Locked the doors so they should be stuck down here."

<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay, attempting to clear the jam as a move action."
GAME: Dirk rolls Craft/Gunsmithing: (9)+17: 26
<OOC> Culix says, "Two of the ones in your room, and one of the ones near rune seem hurt. The remaining two seem fine"
<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay, unloading on the one fighting Hark."
<OOC> Dirk says, "Bonus attack from BoF."
<OOC> Dirk says, "I'll eat the AoO from the one on me."
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (13)+17+2+-4: 28
<OOC> Culix says, "You can only get the bonus attack when you full attack, and you can't full attack and use a move action"
<OOC> Dirk says, "You can't? x.x"
<OOC> Culix says, "No"
<OOC> Dirk says, "'cause that's what I did last time my gun jammed. ;_;"
<OOC> Culix says, "You can either do a full round action OR a move action and a standard action"
<OOC> Culix says, "Yeah, sorry, I missed it that time"
<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay, so single attack with Improved Vital Shot."
<OOC> Culix says, "Roll it."
<OOC> Culix says, "Vital Shot adds precision damage, right?"
<OOC> Dirk says, "It triples the damage for a single attack, but the rules text says it's multiplied before adding precision damage."
<OOC> Culix says, "Right, yeah"
<OOC> Dirk says, "Do you want to use the first attack I rolled, or should I roll a new attack?"
<OOC> Culix says, "yeah you can use that roll"
<OOC> Culix says, "That's a hit, roll damage"
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d12+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d12+2d6: (5)+2+8+(17)+(11): 43
<OOC> Culix says, "It's badly wounded but not quite dead."

Dirk hops and skips, dancing a merry (or maybe not quite so merry) jig to keep one step ahead of the brainthing gnashing at his feet. As he does, he snaps open his weapon's breech, giving it a good smack and another blow through the chamber to clear it out. CHK-CHAK! "A'right, ye clean-shaven shit, that's the last time ye jam on me!" he growls. He firms up his stance and sights down the barrel, drawing a bead on the thing meanacing Harkashan. BOOM! The bullet flies true, blasting a smear of nasty brain-goop onto the floor. "There ye go, laddie, served up hot an' fresh fer ye!" he calls to his comrade.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!
<OOC> Harkashan says, "Will continue trying to Hack. Will take the BoF Extra Attack"
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (5)+11+8+1: 25
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (10)+11+8+1: 30
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1-5: aliased to bab+wisdom+1-5: (10)+11+8+1+-5: 25
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1-10: aliased to bab+wisdom+1-10: (14)+11+8+1+-10: 24
<OOC> Culix says, "Miss, hit, miss, miss"
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31-5: aliased to 2d6+7-5: (8)+7+-5: 10
<OOC> Culix says, "it's very badly wounded but still barely hanging on"
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Six - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!

"I am afraid they'd just make whatever you cover them in invisible too. But if you can attach a smell to them, and you're one of those Sith-Makar good with their nose... that could help." Harkashan offers Aelwyn with a little smirk, all as he keeps trying to hack at the invisible critter. He can tell by the blood that it's still there! But he's just not getting any good hits in. Moving his entire body around, it's easy to tell that Harkashan isn't a warrior the likes of Dirk or Aelwyn, but he's certainly not the worst anymore! Getting at least one raking blow in!

<OOC> Aelwyn says, "Actually, let's not do that. I'll just do the regulra power attakc shenanigans."
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (6)+18+2+1+-4: 23
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (19)+18+2+1+-4: 36
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4-5: (10)+18+2+1+-4+-5: 22
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4-10: (13)+18+2+1+-4+-10: 20
<OOC> Culix says, "Wiff, hit, wiff, wiff"
<OOC> Culix says, "Roll damage"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+12+1d6: aliased to 1d10+6+12+1d6: (3)+6+12+(3): 24
<OOC> Culix says, "You drop another one"
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!

"Tch, this one hates magic." The Dragoon mutters underneat his breath. "This one has very little interest in scenting them." He taps the ginger filled mask he had donned on earlier. Still, with a steady step forward, he swings his blade in wide arcs, slashing from all sides - until at last, he connects and squishes the brain into smush. "And stay dead." He growls.

<OOC> Culix says, "Two of them cast CMW, one of them full attacks dirk, one of them just stands there Menacingly!"
GAME: Culix rolls 2d8+10: (10)+10: 20
<OOC> Culix says, "A couple of them heal up some"
<OOC> Culix says, "FA on dirk"
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (18)+18: 36
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (6)+18: 24
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (1)+18: 19 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (4)+18: 22
<OOC> Culix says, "One hit"
GAME: Culix rolls 1d4+5: (4)+5: 9
GAME: You damaged Dirk for 9 points. 118 HP remaining.
<OOC> Culix poses
<OOC> Dirk says, "Owie."

Another of the surprisingly durable brains is cut down, this time by Aelwyn's glaive which cleaves the brain in two, splattering it against the wall and floor. Two of the remaining creatures begin to glow with pulsing red light once again, and their wounds begin to knit closed, blood seeping back into their bodies.

Another of them lashes out at Dirk as he deals with his tempermental gun, claws managing to lightly claw at him but not cause significant damage.

The last remaining one stares eyelessly at Rune, it's long pointed tongue trailing out of its mouth, gelatinous grey matter pulsing softly. It's really, really gross. But at present, not managing to harm anyone.,

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 24.
It is now Rune's turn! MAC-B1G is next!
<OOC> Rune says, "I'll move towards one of the ones in my vision and do single stab, since alas that is all I can do."
<OOC> Rune says, "+2/+2 from BoF"
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2: (19)+22+1+2: 44 (THREAT)
GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+2: (7)+22+1+2: 32
<OOC> Culix says, "Crit"
GAME: Rune rolls damage1+damage1+1d6: aliased to 1d6+3+1d6+3+1d6: (6)+3+(1)+3+(4): 17
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 12.
It is now MAC-B1G's turn! Dirk is next!
GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 8.
It is now Dirk's turn! Harkashan is next!
<OOC> Dirk says, "Okay, unloading on the braingthing next to me. I'm eating an AoO so might as well get all four attacks on it."
GAME: Culix rolls 18: (3)+18: 21
<OOC> Culix says, "It wiffs its aoo"
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (12)+17+2+-4: 27
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot: aliased to Ranged+2-4: (9)+17+2+-4: 24
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4-5: (18)+17+2+-4+-5: 28
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4-10: (20)+17+2+-4+-10: 25 (THREAT)
<OOC> Culix says, "Roll to confirm"
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4-10: (9)+17+2+-4+-10: 14
<OOC> Dirk says, "Nooo."
<OOC> Harkashan says, "No confirm, but you do hit."
<OOC> Culix says, "Four hits."
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (7)+2+8+(7): 24
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (1)+2+8+(7): 18
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (5)+2+8+(12): 27
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (9)+2+8+(7): 26

With the door taken care of, Rune turns her attention back to the closest of the brain-creatures, stepping the short distance they won't approach to her before lashing out with her weapon. It's a quick jab, slashing towards part of the brain matter, which it slides neatly through like a knife through butter. The sound is disgusting.

"Ugh. These things are so gross." Says the woman who so frequently gets covered in guts and blood that her sorcerer friends have suggested a wand of prestidigitation. "How is it going over there?" She calls, trying to make sure that she isn't needed in the other room.

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 6.
It is now Harkashan's turn! Aelwyn is next!

Dirk has, by now, had -enough-. He presses his back to the wall, doing his level best to avoid the thing at his feet as it lashes out at him. "Ohh you filthy -thing-! HAVE SOME O' THIS!" He braces and unloads a hail of bullets. Each one smacks into the beastie, leaving faintly glowing craters as the blesses shot blasts out gobs of quivering brain matter. "RARRRRGH! OFF WI' YE!"

<OOC> Harkashan says, "Stabby this one."
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (20)+11+8+1: 40
GAME: Harkashan rolls WisHit+1: aliased to bab+wisdom+1: (11)+11+8+1: 31
<OOC> Culix says, "Crit"
GAME: Harkashan rolls damage31+damage31: aliased to 2d6+7+2d6+7: (11)+7+(4)+7: 29
<OOC> Dirk says, "Nice!"

As Aelwyn takes down the one nearest to him, Harkashan is quick to give him a thumbs up before rounding around the table to the one that tried to cast at Aelwyn before. "Okay, enough of you!" He roars and makes for a jumping attack from the edge of the table, coming down with a fierce hacking blow! Leaving the critter writhing, but still alive!

GAME: Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Seven - Init 5.
It is now Aelwyn's turn! Froggy Brains is next!
<OOC> Aelwyn says, "I'll smack at the nearest one near dirk"
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (5)+18+2+1+-4: 22
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4: (8)+18+2+1+-4: 25
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4-5: (4)+18+2+1+-4+-5: 16
GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+1-4-10: (11)+18+2+1+-4+-10: 18
<OOC> Culix says, "Miss, miss, miss, miss"
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Culix advances the initiative order.
Round Eight - Init 25.
It is now Froggy Brains' turn! Rune is next!

Aelwyn rushes forward and then rapidly swings at the brain in front of Dirk. Breathing angrily, he pulls his blade and runs his thumb along the sharp burning edge. "This one shall bring this one back." He mutters, as he misses sagain.

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Thurid: Created page with " Southern Banks of the Tornmawr, Early Afternoon The sun beats down in a haze between cloudy skies, them the only shade that lazily strolls by on the hazy day. That, and the looming bridge behind the sprawling bank, littered with sandbars and wharfs of those drinking in the day and returning fishermen. Jammed into one of the sandbar shores is a large umbrella that casts its own wide shade. The shelter is occupied by a heavily scarred mul'neissa woman in shorts and a..."

Southern Banks of the Tornmawr, Early Afternoon

The sun beats down in a haze between cloudy skies, them the only shade that lazily strolls by on the hazy day. That, and the looming bridge behind the sprawling bank, littered with sandbars and wharfs of those drinking in the day and returning fishermen.

Jammed into one of the sandbar shores is a large umbrella that casts its own wide shade. The shelter is occupied by a heavily scarred mul'neissa woman in shorts and a tank top, bare feet stuck in the cool waters, and a half empty bottle of some dark liquor in hand.

Though her gaze has its own shades, it's clear she's spacing out, a sewing kit open next to her yet untouched.

Culix is on the shores of the Tornmawr once again, once again taking refuge from the sun in the shade of its span. This time, however, she has her eyes peeled for suspicious hourglasses, for some reason. She doesn't spy one- but she does spy a familiar scar or seven, and then lifts her hand to offer a wave Aryia's way. The gobber is wrapped up, despite the warmth, a little sweat a small price to pay to shade her skin from the rays of the sun. She makes her way along the water's edge towards Aryia after waving her greeting.

Last time Eztli's lazy trip down the river was rudely interrupted, so the small makari had to make a return trip another day to make up for it. The mottled lizard was rafting down the tornmawr lazily in a two piece blue swimsuit, with an almost comically large bottle of alcohol held over their stomach. The sorceress does wave to Aryia and Culix as she nears, also scanning the sand something or other.

Another hot day, another time to cool off... and clean off. Lacking an umbrella, a verdant one-eyed oruch sits on the wet edge of the bank in a few inches of water. Her skirt gets sodden from this, but that just makes for extended cooling later on the walk, right. A few other articles are held in hand to be dunked into the water between her knees and scrunched-scrubbed against itself. Laundry day once more, or maybe resumes after being interrupted upstream.

A vague log like shape was floating along the river. It was probably not much to usually look at - probable driftwood always floats along. However...

... there was a flaming torch of some sort burning brightly. It takes a bit longer, but then the driftwood turns around; and sometime later the small well wrapped package is also visible on top of the vaguely ruddy orange raft.

Aryia doesn't wave back to the others. Doesn't move. Not even an ear flick as the others approach closer. Perhaps it was the ruddy drftwood crowned with a torch. Or maybe a boat docking nearby. Something or another breaks the mul out of her reverie, hand tightening on the bottle before a large exhale Out signals that she was even breathing.

She looks around. Realizes she's surrounded by people she mostly knows, and gives a slow and surprised wave.

The torch-raft gets her attention fully, seeing as it wasn't manned, and she wades out towards it. Not wanting it to turn towards the oruch woman who was just out there doing her dang laundry. Laundry is very important.

Culix offers a return of Eztli's wave, and she's about to speak to grab Aryia's attention when her own is grabbed by the floating... thing? She frowns, "Why does weird stuff keep happening here?" she asks no one in particular, and then follows alongside Aryia. She pauses to take off her shoes, and tries to roll up her pants but they are too tight and she gives up before jogging to catch up. "Careful, last time we opened a mysterious package it had my brother's head in it. Which exploded." she reminds Aryia.

GAME: Eztli rolls perception: (8)+5: 13

Eztli stops floating, less abruptly than last time, and she manages to paddle closer to shore using her tail somewhat like a propeller. "Seems wanted to make good on the beach time they felt they lost." She snorts loudly. "And don't worry about that questionable flotsam there, I'm pretty sure I know what that is, and he can stay under for at least an hour. Still, a little concerning, what, were you trying to stare without being noticed?"

It doesn't take _too_ much of wading to realize what the flaming torch raft was - indeed, it was very obvious what it was. A particularly ruddy sith-makar holding onto a piece of driftwood. Lazily, that tail continued to sway left and right. The flaming torch also turned out to be a flaming glaive with few red ribbons.

Either way, Aelwyn was on his typically successfully inefficient courier missions - this time floating face down down along the river like downed driftwood from downtown.

Aryia waves Culix's warning off. "If it's something like that, this time I'm not going to be a little bitch and keel over from it," she gestures back in half jest. She glances to Eztli, quirking a brow briefly before staring at the supposed driftwood. "Staring? At what? Wait, what time is it--?" she glances up to the sky. Frowns. Scratches her head. "The fuck?"

Sighing, she drops her gaze from up on high down to the makari-driftwood. Aryia thinks for a beat, nods to herself, and then quickly submerges herself into the flowing waters, vanishing below.

Something seems to be approaching the living raft at great speed from underneath them. <Handspeech/Tongues>

GAME: Culix rolls perception: (10)+13: 23

Culix tilts her head quizically at Eztli, and then peers back towards the driftwood and Ooohs as she realizes what- or rather who- it is. "Think he's checking out your tail?" she asks Eztli with a grin and a wink before turning back just in time to see Aryia turn herself into a Sith-seeking torpedo. She decides to stay back, and simply watch events unfold for the time being. She does, however, catch a glimpse of Bryn and offer her a wave. They met in rather unusual circumstances, so the lanky oruch has stuck with Culix. She begins heading on over that way, keeping one eye on the driftwood.

"Yeah, maybe. You know, swimsuit." Eztli replies with a chuckle waving to the oruch who was still washing their things on the riverbank. "You want some help with that in a bit? Might be easier witth magic."

"Well, whatever happens, should be amusing right? Glad I've got something to drink this time." Eztli muses, popping the cork on her bottle and taking a long swig. "Think he'll notice in time?"

The driftwood continues to float - or circle in some sort of current - with the tail lazily swaying. There doesn't seem to be any reaction from the said driftwood as Aryia starts speeding through under the water.

Up until at some point Aelwyn suddenly hoists his head up with a loud a gasp and inhale and he looks around, sprawling. "There are predators in these waters?" He asks from the beach, trying to half way clamber atop the drift wood.

It's an eerie bout of silence after Aelwyn proffers his question. Then-

A spray of river water explodes out from under the ruddy scaled makari as he is hoisted aggressively into the air! Airborne for some feet, coupled with the drenched mul underneath with a wicked grin plastering her face.

Gravity kicks back in, and the duo fall back into the river- or, rather they must have found a small sandbar? The mute hasn't fallen back in, landing hard as the water splashes and laps laps at her feet. She's still holding Aelwyn over her head like some kind of prize, grinning.

"It's a nice swimsuit." Culix offers Eztli although most of her attention is still on Aelwyn and the disaster waiting to befall him. She cackles when the Sith is snagged and hoisted out of the water like some kind of prize catch, "That might be a record! The fishermen will be jealous!" she calls out towards them.

"Yes, horrible river monsters here that absolutely hate the thought of flames invading their pristine waters. Were you too focused on other things or nothing at all to realize?" Eztli teases the makari as they clamber up on the log.

"Well, I suppose Aelwyn can't complain too much about being a prized catch, as long as it's a catch and release kind of thing." She laughs. "You just got thatmuch air with him like it's nothing!"

Aelwyn looks down at the water for a time - and then he explodes into the air, making a moment of flailing. "WHAAAAAAAAT-" He shouts as he is flung up into the air. Waving his arms and tail, he then lets out a loud grunt and growl as he is held up in the air.

"Oof." Aelwyn makes a lazy wipe of his tail, trying to wriggle half-heartedly in the mul's grasp. "Usually this one either gets sweet words or bottles of alcohol for this kind of stunt." He tells Aryia. "... is the package still on this one's back?"

Bryn looks over at Eztli at the question and shrugs her shoulders. "Nothin much else to do. Easy enough to just wash 'em. Do people really put magic on their u-ahh!" She starts as the log that isn't one is launched out of the water. She turns towards and stands up before getting enough of an inkling to stay put and wait.

Aryia seems to be completely satisfied with the results of her shenanigans as she holds Aelwyn aloft. She nods towards Culix and Eztli in recognition of their outbursts, before peering up at the makari's back.

She nods once at him, patting the package before placing him down on the... the..? Where was that sandbar? The mute looks down at her feet. Blinks. There is no sandbar.

Gravity seems to reclaim her, as she flails and sinks back into the river with a splash, haphazardly tossing Aelwyn over towards the shore with the others.

Culix awkwardly trudges out of the way of the incoming Sith-Makar projectile launched her way by the sinking Aryia, and then shields herself against the inevitable splash. Once she is safe from falling Aelwyn, she calls out to Bryn again,

"You should check out the TarRaCe. Pay for a bath and they throw in laundry for free." she suggests. "I know the owner, I bet I can get her to give you a discount." she adds with a wink.

"I'm not sure, should probably take a look right?" Eztli admits, taking a look around just to make sure in case it did drop. Or went flying elsewhere when aelwyn did. Pause. Blink. "The hells is that Aryia? Water isn't supposed to work like that. That bird observer better not be doing tests unannounced again."

Some time is spent squinting, and the sorceress sighs, and flops onto her back. "Nah, I think it's just Aryia being weird tthis time, too colorful right now, even for a mul'niessa." She muses. "Why not use magic to clean if you can? Beats scrubbing out dirt and stains by hand I say."

Aelwyn gets tossed onto the beach - and then he rolls and rolls and rolls, up until he stops good distance away with a quiet flop. He was covered head to toe in wet sand now, and it takes him and his now doused glaive a moment to get up. "... well, this one has had worse time flying." He rumbles as he gets back onto his feet.

The package, now covered in sand, is nearby and he quickly grabs it. "Tch, this one better run. This one shall call to all later to enjoy the heat!" He waves with a flash of his not sand covered teeth, and makes a run for the stairs up to the bridge. The now flattened package might explain his rush.

Bryn sees Aelwyn is alright enough (maybe less so his package?) to run off. So, no worries there, then. She looks to the half-familiar gobber. "Bath? and laundry, huh? and discounts? What's the catch?" To Eztli she gives another shrug. "Good enough when ya have the magic for it. What about when you don't?" a glance is made to the river to see if the sunken one resurfaces, and whether or not anyone else might be tossed in the process.

Aryia was quick to resurface, moon-hued hair plastered on her face as sheer perplexion is etched upon it. "I don't know, I don't know," a hand repeats, flicking at the side of her head before she bats at the surface of the water. An after thought of a wave good-bye to Aelwyn as given as she spends a good moment pawing at where she was standing.

She returns to the trio, drenched from head to toe with her arms crossed as she stares a hole at where she was. "What bird observer thing?" she suspiciously inquires with slow gestures, the intention understood even if the words were not. <Handspeech/Tongues>

Culix nods her head, "Baths, laundry and a hot meal." she says then. "No catch, well, small catch. There's a shark that lives in the baths. But she's friendly, and hardly ever bites." Culix insists. "I'll show you the place later, if you like." she suggests. And then her eyes catch Aryia's hands moving and she turns to read the hand signs. "Oh, yeah, some... thing. I think probably an extraplanar thing- although I dunno how it got post the wards- stuck a few of us in some kind of time-freeze. Just to see how we'd react." she fills Aryia in.

"That's, ah. Sorry, Aelwyn." The small makari winces. "Hope it wasn't too important, or at least easily replaceable." Eztli sighs. "Caught without magic? I guess well, it isn't a problem for me. Just find someone else that can do it? Surprised wizards haven't taken over the laundry industry already, but I guess they've got better things to do."

"Yeah, some thing that looked like a raven but spoke like a kid. Caught us all here and interrupted our time at the river, which is why I think we're all back here today to get what we wanted done, like relaxing in the river."

Bryn eyes Culix concerning the small catch and considers a moment before she grins tuskily. "Risked more'n a few bites for a meal most days." Her amusement is cut short at the mention of the bird.. kid.. thing. "S'why I'm here washing. That sort of weird happen alot here?"

Somehow the talk of a time messing bird grabs Aryia's attention more than that of her somehow standing atop moving water. She blinks, brow furrowing into a serious scowl. Only to let off at the mention it was a small bird. "I've dealt with a time fuckery bird before. But it was something else, way fucking bigger than a raven, and it was hunting down something that slipped through another timeline that was a copy of me. It obliterated it into nothing."

She looks around, cautious. "This doesn't sound like that, but-- don't trust that shit. The time loop was brain melting to deal with."

Turning toward the oruch woman, she gives a hefty shrug. "Kind of. That though- not really. Your usual weird, not like... that weird." <Handspeech/Tongues>

Bryn eyes Aryia dubiously for a long moment. Maybe three. "What is usual weird for her? Walkin on water? Waving your hands 'n me gettin what that means? Throwing lizards? Talking birds?" There is some incredulity there, but also more genuine curiosity than sarcasm. "Been here two days and seen alot of weird. Even gettin here was weird."

Culix watches Aryia's hands move, and she frowns a bit, "Alright, now I'm reconsidering trying to thieve that hourglass if I see it again." she admits finally. "Much as I didn't like getting experimented on, it would be useful to be able to freeze everyone else in time. Could get up to all sorts of trouble." she muses but then looks over to Bryn, and shrugs, "Mmmm, less weird since the wards went up, but weirder than most places." she says. "Yesterday was, I'd say, weirder than average for inside the city walls. But about on par for average when it comes to guild contracts." she explains.

"Right! Right, you were there, weren't you." Eztli exclaims as she stands up proper on the shores, slapping the side of her head. "I mentioned that when it happened, I read the report from the guild when the resurrectionists were talking about their current plans one time. Sounded like nasty business, and I wasn't sure if experiments like that would cause something to get ornery like what happened there."

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't thieve something like that, Culix. Boatload of trouble." The makari snorts. "It's a weird city, but what city isn't weird? Yesterday was an outlier, though. Aryia's just a special case though. Like, I don't know how to describe it, but don't piss her off because you won't survive it. Only reason I feel slightly sort of safe teasing her is because I can fly fast enough that I don't think she can jump to reach me unless a tall enough building or tree is nearby."

Aryia throws her hands up in true surrender under Bryn's scrutiny. "Hey. I can explain the hand waving bit but I can't fuckin tell you what happened over there. Shit, I spaced out for a solid four hours now the sun's at its height." A pause. "... maybe its related to that?" she muses, rubbing her chin. Says the not-weird weird mul'neissa.

Her attention is pulled back to the conversation at hand. "Oh, yes, don't touch something like that. But... maybe it deals with the something the Resurrectionists are doing." She's lacking her shades, having left them at the umbrella, so Eztli gets a full fledge glowing eyed stare. "If that helps you sleep at night." <Handspeech/Tongues>

"Maybe just too much sun," Brynn nods with Aryia. "Ye look a li'l burnt." She turns to Eztli before teeth protude more from her grin. "Try not to piss people off. Got it. Good think to try. Succeedin is a whole different thing." With the weirdness sort of qualified and defined, she glances around at the river and city above. "This place doesn't get boring much, does it?"

Culix holds her hands up defensively, "I said I was thinking about it. Not that I'd actually do it." she insists then. "'sides, I don't much like getting experimented on." she adds with a frown. She cracks a grin at Bryn, "No, no it does not." she asserts.

Eztli says, “Eztli stares back, and laughs. "Sleep well here? nah, I'm used to it. I don't particularly like being experimented on, either." She answers. "Only reason I say I feel safe here is because I know no one can teleport. Unless they just made up you can teleport for the books, which they might've. They tend to stretch the truth a lot."

"Nope, never a dull moment here, keeps you on edge, though." Eztli nods. "If they manage to make washing clothes interesting, that's no small feat, is it?"”

Aryia quirks a brow at Bryn, the mute apparently on some other train of thought before shaking her head, focusing on whatever the conversation was now. "It is entertaining, that is for certain." A look is returned to Eztli. Her hands rise. Fall. Rise. Then hang loose as she sighs, shaking her head. "I'd prefer less edge, but, whatever."

She looks back up at the sun, to her feet, wiggles toes in the water before jamming a thumb over her shoulder. "Right, well, good to see you all, nice to meet you, name's A-R-Y-I-A," she signs to Bryn. "Now that the excitement is over, I have a very busy schedule and I have to get back to it. Have a good one."

The mul-torpedo ambles back the distance towards her umbrella in the sand, lays down on her back, and takes a large swig of the bottle. A large strawhat gets placed on her face. Very busy indeed. <Handspeech/Tongues>

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Golfbag of Glaives

2024-03-01T18:44:53Z

Thurid: Created page with "Lower Trades District, afternoon The snow had settled into a steady sheet of white over the city. Yet like with all cities, it's pure white color had long since stained with the activity and hustle of the Trades District. Not that it made Aelwyn any more pleased with walking along the cold ground, feet mostly exposed. The Dragoon, even at worst of times, had a distinct look to him with his flowing red ribbons and tall glaive - but now he had even more so, as he carried..."

Lower Trades District, afternoon

The snow had settled into a steady sheet of white over the city. Yet like with all cities, it's pure white color had long since stained with the activity and hustle of the Trades District.

Not that it made Aelwyn any more pleased with walking along the cold ground, feet mostly exposed. The Dragoon, even at worst of times, had a distinct look to him with his flowing red ribbons and tall glaive - but now he had even more so, as he carried several of the long spears. Wrapped and heavily secured, the bundle seemed near ridiculous upon the ruddy and maybe-a-bit-short sith-makar. At least he got a lot of space that way.

Strolling through the Trade District his black cloak with emerald green and orange accents pulled tight around him his braided hair hanging down to his mid back his his black leather boots making a crunching sound in the snow as he walks his eyes scan the different shops, vendors, and stalls as he moves. "Gods where in the world is the damned leather worker's shop..." He grumbles to himself his hazel gold eyes darting back and forth over the shops.

Snow. Again. The only positive note that the term is thus, rather than 'still.' It is a sign that the season's grip is weakening. Verna makes her way along the peripheral shops: sturdy clothiers, leather workers, accessories and the like (as opposed to the heat and metallic sounds of the forges). Her gray cloak shields her and her green dress from the chill and a basket is tucked into her elbow.

Aelwyn holds up his bundle of glaives over his shoulders, grunting as he balances them - but then as he was about to pass Alfrik by, he pauses. Then starts to take few steps back, before stopping and lowering the weapons to lean against him. Tilting his head, he curiously looks at the man, with a tilt of his head. "Is Blackbraid lost?" The draconian then calls out with a flash of his teeth.

Alfrik glances to Aelwyn and raises a brow. "I'm Alfrik Serpentis, I am actually more trying to reacquaint myself with the area as I'm a native but took a year or two away as I was finding myself. Now I'm looking for the leather worker, or Armorer somewhere to get a good, quality, beautiful set of leather armor, and maybe another dagger or two, or something to add to my repertoire if that makes sense."

Verna notes Aelwyn's call first. Second, she notes the bundle of glaives. Third, she notes the man with whom the grand dragoon converses. Her perusing is paused for the present prior to her approach to the pair. "Are you preparing for a grand battle, Aelwyn?" she inquires before adding, "Also, good day to you both."

Culix simply appears. Or rather, steps out from a convenient patch of shade provided by a nearby awning. She tends to do that, and she's getting spookier about it all the time. The grey-skinned and silver haired goblin is wearing a pair of large round spectacles today, the lenses smoked almost opaque, to ward off the dazzling glare of the low sun. "More daggers is rarely a bad thing." she intones, interjecting herself into the conversation. She peers over Aelwyn's way, raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess, cold iron and silvered options?" she wonders of him.

Aelwyn's a grand Dragoon! Shame he wasn't told. He bows his head, introducing himself, "Aelwyn, a Dragoon." And then he stops with a 'Ah.' The draconian clicks his teeth, eyeing the robe wearing man. "This one apologizes, yet this one knows very little of leather armor." He gestures; even if he was wearing a fur-lined leather cloak, his most significant clothing underneath was a breastplate and a loincloth. "Yet this one can show the doors?" A flash of his teeth.

Turning his head towards Verna with a slight amount of surprise, he then bows his head deeply. "Mourner." Then as he straightens, he lets out an amused rumble. "Would it surprise her if this one was?" He lets out a long suffering sigh, looking at the bundle of glaives. "Discovering a new piece of oneself is a long process." Then he glances towards Alfrik, and gestures. "Serpent apparently has returned-" He stops as Culix appears. "... tch, Knives is starting to know this one well." He flicks his tail.

"No, I would not be surprised," Verna admits to Aelwyn before nodding to the appearing Culix. "Indeed." She does not specify whether she concurs on the number of sharp weapons or the materials of their construction. Perhaps both. "Such would, in fact, be prudent, given the current situation. I ventured her for my own preparations, although neither arms nor armor are my forte." She now looks to Alfrik. "That said, myself or others could certainly aid you in locating a purveyor of goods you may seek. It is always wise to be prepared."

Alfrik looks to Aelwyn and nods his head. "Long but meaningful topic." He says before raising a brow. "Oh the tattoo? Yes my bloodline for my magic is Serpentine, which kind of tracks as my surname is Serpentis. And the rumour about my magical bloodline is that an ancestor mingled with the ancient grand serpents that ruled the world long ago. And it just so happened to manifest in me many many many generations later. That said yes I need to find armor, and more daggers to balance my fighting style, or perhaps even...I don't know a Rapier or something." He chuckles before looking to Verna. "Well hello and good day to you as well, Alfrik Serpentis at your service." The Half-sil says with a smile before looking to Culix. "Daggers are definitely always something to have as many as one can carry." He smiles to Culix, and gives her a small bow of his head.

Culix nods along to Aelwyn's assessment, "Well, we've worked together a few times now." she says and shrugs, "'sides, You work at the TaRaCe, so we're bound to run into each other plenty." she adds, cracking a brief grin. "I need to get myself a new crossbow, I reckon. Had to ditch my old one in the volcano." she sighs and shakes her head a bit. She looks back towards Alfrik, "Good to meet you. I'm just Culix." she offers. The topic of ancestral magic does seem to interest her somewhat, though, and she says, "I'm not sure if mine's ancestral or a curse, but I got something similar going on. Only it's the plane of shadow nipping at my heels." she tells him.

Aelwyn gives Alfrik a long stare, then a tilt of his head. Then he flashes his teeth. "At least Serpent's weapon does not talk to him." He says, and slides his tail about. "Perhaps he should try a glaive - where serpents thrive, a particularly venomous fighting style was very well known."

The draconian's orange eyes then slide over towards Verna, and then to Culix and he gives a solemn nod to the former. "It is this one's intention, to see this one's blade find the true mark. Deep within, and with true finality." A low rumble leaves him soon though, and he reaches out with his tail to tap Culix's heels. "With Sharkie's attention? This one would have expected to see one far less." He flickers his tongue teasingly. "Perhaps she knows where Serpent can find the weapons they are looking for, without their purse being torn open?"

"Sage Mourner Verna," she returns the introduction to Alfrik. "A please to make your acquaintance. A distinguished bloodline, even one far removed, can be a matter of pride as well as power. While my own ancestry is neither distinguished nor as distant as I would prefer, I hold some familiarity with such inheritances of power. Less so of weaponry, much less those that converse... of which I have no regrets."

Alfrik nods his head giving each a brief smile before look to Culix first. "I'm glad to meet you too, just let me tell you, I happen to have a rather large appreciation for Gobbo culture even speak the language, had a Goblin mentor and teacher for my more physical qualifications." He says with a grin before looking to Aelwyn he grins. "Oh trust me my new draconic friend, I myself am rather venomous." Alfrik teases before looking back to Culix. "The shadows are my friend in a lot of instances, though I can't say I manipulate them or that they nip at my heels." Now looking to Verna. "Ah the pleasure is all mine, I'm glad to meet you as well. So is there a particular craftsman that's particularly skilled who makes quality products."

"Well, she does occupy a fair portion of my attention, that's true." Culix admits to Aelwyn, cheeks flushing a touch hinting at red blood beneath her otherwise monochrome appearance. "Speaking of, she thought you were dismissing that elf we met as a lost cause and got pretty upset. Dunno if you've spoke to her about it- I did try to explain things." she tells the Dragoon, and then shrugs. "So is that why you were reluctant to get some more glaives? Worried your weapon would get pissed at you for cheating on it?" she asks Aelwyn with a grin.

She turns her attention back to Alfrik and raises her eyebrows, "We have a culture?" she asks. "I mean, I guess if you count hoarding junk and random explosions, ten sure... as for crafters, there's Fidget- got a shop in the TarRaCe, for magical stuff. She's not bad. I mostly go for affordability over quality when I'm picking my daggers. Never know when you'll need to ditch them. But if you want something nice that'll last you a while, best bet is probably something Khazad-made."

Aelwyn's lips turn into a rather macabre looking grin, and he leans closer towards Alfrik. "And this one knows exactly how to handle a serpent with bite." He rumbles with a low playful growl and narrowed pupils, flickering his tongue out. Leaning away, he starts to pick up the bundle of the glaives, balancing them over his shoulders.

The words of the gobbo makes Aelwyn pause and he looks at her in a momentary confusion, then lets out a low sigh. "She does like to get upset at me," He mutters underneath his breath, before tilting his head back. "That elf did not act like a lost cause, but we should have been able to do better." He rumbles, then lets out a tch. He glances at the variety of glaives he was holding. His hand slides across the lot of them.

"A weapon like this is part of one's body-" Then another look is offered to Culix, "And this one likes long commitment." He flashes his teeth, before he turns towards the three of them. "This one shall head to the Colosseum. May the skies bless all three of them." He bows his head, and then starts to walk away, with that lazy rolling -and now struggling - gait of his.

Alfrik smirks at Aelwyn. "Well I hate ta break it to you, this Serpent prefers to bite females." He winks before leaning back and looking to Culix. "I see, I was speaking more about ya know leather crafters and who might sell the best leather armor around here, when I last lived here it wasn't exactly something I'd be looking for. But of course you have a culture any peoples who have a written and spoken language, and traditions passed down, have a culture." Alfrik teases.

Aelwyn has left.

"Yea that's what I told her." Culix tells Aelwyn and gives another shrug. "For what it's worth, that guy looked tough as old boots so I bet we'll find him again." she says, and then lifts her and to offer the dragoon a wave as he heads out. She stuffs her hands into her back pockets and leans back against the corner of a nearby vendor stall, pondering Alfrik's query. "Mmmm, I did have a jerkin, nothing fancy mind. But I've switched over to chain, these days." she admits. "I think... there's a decent oruch leatherworker around here somewhere." she says, and turns to crane her neck and peer down the street.

Alfrik smiles and nods his head. "I prefer armor that I have manoeuvrability in as well as stealth and quiet movement." He says with a laugh. "Never know when you may have to sneak up on or sneak away from an enemy yea?" He asks with a chuckle and a nod. "So who was he referencing might I ask?" Alfrik asks as the Half Sil tilts his head and nod gesturing to direction Aelwyn took off in. "Or rather whom ye two were talking about?"

"Well, true, it's mithral chain I got." Culix admits then. "I'm wearing it now, and you'd never even know. But leather's a decent start, sure. I don't remember the name, but the shop was on the Khazad side of the district if I remember right. Down that way." she pulls a hand out of her pocket to point. "And I know exactly when to sneak up or sneak away. Answer's pretty much always, it's always better to get the drop on someone or something than not."

Alfrik laughs and nods his head. "Ah none of my business as to whom you and the Draconian man were speaking of that he upset. No worries." He says with a smile. "My curiosity had me nosy. "Oh I'm sure I can afford Mithril chain. Just not sure if I can use it." He says with a chuckle. "Ah yes I agree with your assessment Ill never charge in headlong like some berserker. I prefer to use my stealth and sneak up for silent strikes and to kill my enemy before they know I'm there."

"Oh, that?" Culix says then. "Irshya, she runs the TarRaCe pub and bath house." Culix supplies, "Aelwyn works there and I'm a regular." she provides additional context. "Can't use it?" she wonders and tilts her head to the side a bit. "Are you a shaman or something?" she wonders. "I know some of the folks from the grove won't wear metal." she recalls. "Well, either way, there's more than a few leather workers down this road. You might also have some luck up in Mictlan, but that's quite a treck just for buying new armor."

Alfrik nods and ohs at what Culix says. "Irshya hmmm? I don't think I've met her yet. Though admittedly I've only been back home for a little while now." He says with a chuckle. "Pub and bath house...Hmmmm that sounds like it could get rather....frisky." Alfrik laughs a bit. "No no not a shaman, though my mother is a Druid but no I'm a sorcerer thats the magical arts I practice, but a Goblin trained me in certain stealthy arts as well." Alfrik winks. "So lighter armor is better for me for ease of movement you know?"

"You'd get kicked out." Culix says then. "No canoodlin' in the baths. They got a sign." she tells the man. "Yeah, I know." she says with a mild smirk. "That's kind of my whole gig, actually. Anyway, I'd better head on down to the bowyer and talk about getting this new crossbow put together. Feel naked without one." she complains, and pushes away from the stand she'd been leaning against. "Nice meeting you."

Alfrik balks and places a hand over his heart. "Oh no no you don't say, no canoodlin' in the baths?!? What a travesty how dare they have such a rule in a public venue!?" He asks in mock indignation but he bursts out laughing. "Crossbow you say, I was thinking of going that way or possibly..." He trails off and shakes his head. "You take care Culix, I should probably make the rounds to find my armor and such."

GAME: Culix rolls stealth+2+4: (8)+17+2+4: 31

Culix offers a brief wave and then steps away, "You too." she says, pulling her hood up over her head and stepping into a patch of shade where she simply disappears from sight seeming to merge with the shadows.

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Mushrooms and Man Left Behind

2024-02-08T19:02:53Z

Thurid: Created page with "The sun is bright overhead, which means Culix is taking refuge. She slips into the TarRaCe, drawing back her hood once she is shielded from its relentless rays. She winces a bit at the motion, and rubs her left shoulder with the right hand a bit, massaging the still-healing flesh beneath with the ball of her palm, before heading further on into the TarRaCe. Her eyes are peeled for a particular fixture, but whether she spots a certain blue gobber or not, she heads over to..."

The sun is bright overhead, which means Culix is taking refuge. She slips into the TarRaCe, drawing back her hood once she is shielded from its relentless rays. She winces a bit at the motion, and rubs her left shoulder with the right hand a bit, massaging the still-healing flesh beneath with the ball of her palm, before heading further on into the TarRaCe. Her eyes are peeled for a particular fixture, but whether she spots a certain blue gobber or not, she heads over to find a table to claim for some lunch.

As soon as one can expect from the very professional and expert staff at TarRaCe, Culix' table is soon approached by a figure. "And in what fashion can the fair establishment of TarRaCe endear Knives today with?" A rumbling, sibilant voice asks, coming from a widely grinning, in rather macabre way, sith-makar. His ruddy scales were mostly exposed from his white waiter's shirt, unbuttoned and sleeves rolled, while he was wearing his black loincloth-waiter-apron.

Twirling a pen between his fingers, Aelwyn flicks open his notepad. "Wolf roasted with mushrooms and herbs and blueberry wine is today's special." He clicks his teeth, tilting his head. "Though the hot baths may be healthier for the body."

The bright, yet cold, day sees modest business for the TarRaCe. The daily special fills the area with a delicious, savoury smell

The proprietress isn't immediately present, but appears shortly, stepping out of the bath's area, halfway through a lengthy stretch.

Irshya yawns broadly too, and then tilts her head back and forth, the snaps and pops of her neck audible even at a distance.

"Bacon.", the pool-shark says to Aelwyn with a toothy grin, the hole in her toothline nearly filled up by one of her many replacement teeth. "And a coffee with nothing added." Her expression softens slightly, "Please."

Shehugs gently at Culix, burying her nose in the shadowy Goblin's cheek. "Long time no see.", she says with a little giggle, offering a wink as payment for the pun.

"Mushrooms sounds good. So does bacon. Bacon and mushrooms. And fried potatoes." Culix requests. "How you healing up?" she adds a moment later. "My shoulder's still sore where that thing took a bite out of me." she complains to the Sith-makar. As Irshya emerges, her ear-tips twitch, and she turns her head towards her, her lips parting into a grin. "Hey hon." she calls out as the sharky one draws near and returns the hug.

"Has it been that long? Feels like I see you all the time." she teases in return with a wink of her own.

Aelwyn twists his head as Irshya arrives, not even bothering to jot down her familiar order. Her words makes the draconian twist his lips though, and he leans his hip slightly as his tail moves to tap at the shark goblin's ankles. "But of course." He rumbles with a flicker of his tongue.

Attention slips back towards Culix, and Aelwyn dutifully jots down her order... in a manner of speaking, before he pauses. There's a moment as he inhales deeply, expression souring for the moment. "Tch, one cannot work here without Sharkie fussing one to death." The draconian complains, waving his notepad. "But hmh. That was an incredibly unsatisfying fight."

Taking another deep breath, he bows his head. "This one shall return shortly." The Dragoon turns and with a lazy rolling gait, heads over the kitchen.

"Oooh, fried potatoes! I want some too!" Irshya eyes Aelwyn. "Oh, did you get hurt again?" Her gaze goes back to Culix, a frown appearing. "Were you hurt too? Do either of you need some tending too?" She blinks at Aelwyn a moment. "Fussing one to death? I'll show you fussing...!"

The pool-shark huffs at the retreating Sith-Makar. "I want some fried potatoes too!"

she sighs and leans against Culix. "Twas a joke, hon. Hah, you know, how you can sneak and hide very well? So I don't see you coming in and out?"

Culix grins, "I was joking too! 'bout seeing you all the time. Since you'd never know~" she teases and then nuzzles into Irshya. "But, no, I don't see you enough." she admits, cheeks coloring a touch at the admission, and pecks Irshya on the cheek. "Mhmm. We got in a fight with some Daemons. We managed to nab the thing from them, but had to beat a retreat. Left someone behind." she admits, and glances back over Aelwyn's way, knowing how torn up the Sith was about that.

"I got some healing already, it's just sore." she says and unbuttons the second button of her blouse so she can widen the collar and show the marks of fading, tooth shaped scars on her shoulder. From the size of the bite, whatever bit her was pretty large.

Aelwyn waves his hand dismissively over his head at Irshya's words, not even bothering to look back at her before heading into the kitchen. It takes him a few minutes, but eventually he reappears with a large platter held above his head. It was teetering. "The pair were in luck - it is as if it was all already there." He rumbles as he lays the platter down - bowl of bacon, bowls of the potatoes and mushrooms. And pair of plates and utensils. The coffee is settled on the table then.

"This one was impressed at how she stole the vial," The ruddy sith-makar says as he continues to set out the table. "But tch. That should have been our fight." He clicks his teeth in annoyance. "Lucky cretins."

The pool-shark giggles and enjoys the intimacy, returning the peck with one of her own. There's a little intake of breath. "Daemons? That's not good.. oh.. who... who got left behind? Are you going to go back and try and rescue them?"

She is momentarily distracted by the arrival of the large platter, and it's array of delicious food. The tip of her tail can be seen wiggling back and forth, and she hugs at Aelwyn for a few moments, before remembering she's currently annoyed. "Thank you, Aelwyn."

Her eyes widen at the toothy scars on Culix' shoulder. Her hand goes to her teeth a moment, as if measuring their size compared to the ones on the other Goblin. "I'm happy you both escaped mostly unscathed. But uhm... if you are going back, would you like some help?"

"Our team play was pretty on point, I thought." Culix assures Aelwyn. "You did good at setting me up for the ol' flank and shank." she insists. "If they hadn't been flying we could have managed to herd them a little better, keep them pinned on the bridge and they wouldn't have been able to get to Schara." she adds then and strums her fingertips on the table. "Maybe I should get some scrolls of dispelling. It would have been pretty funny to drop the two on the sides in the volcano. They're so expensive, though."

She shakes her head at Irshya. "I don't know. A one armed elf, I'd never seen them before." she tells the other Goblin. "I don't know if they're still kicking. The cave collapsed. But they saved our skin. Even though I'm sure they could have made it out too if they didn't do the whole 'look at me being a noble hero' thing. So yeah, we ought to go back and help them if we can." she grumps, but it's half-hearted/

Aelwyn gives Irshya a curious, teasing glance as she moves to hug him. Anger so easily mitigated and bribed with a bowl of good tasting food. "Naturally." He taps at the shark goblin's flank with his tail again. Irshya gets a longer look though, and he shakes his head. "It was not a good fight."

Then the Dragoon gestures towards Culix. "This one did," He agrees, "And we felled the foul beast. We just..." He growls again, sliding his hand across his mane of quills. He doesn't finish his sentence though, "The vial was more important." He finally grunts, looking back towards Irshya with crossed arms.

"This one had never seen them before. They threw this one a glaive, of all things - and seemed to carry plenty of spears themselves." Aelwyn grinds his teeth together. "It is hard to leave someone behind with a debt, yet this one has no idea who they were or what they were after."

"Ah... erm, is... Schara okay?", the blue Gobbo wonders. She nods, a grin spreading across her lips. "Ah yes, a dispelling magic does play havoc with opponents who depend on it to get things done." Irshya listens pensively to the telling of a cave collapse, and she reaches out to muss Culix' hair a little, and stroke her cheek.

The angled tip of her tail fends off Aelwyn's tail, and the pool-shark peers at him evenly. "I can't speak to the situation you were in, but I would not be so cavalier in dismissing a life, Aelwyn. I'll go back with you, to look, yes? If they survived somehow, and got away, then you can be happy in that knowledge. If they perished, you at least can give them a proper burial and rememberance, yes?"

She pauses as she puts several pieces of bacon into her maw, followed by fried potatoes. "But.. mmph so good.. such is the adventuring life, yes? Life is fragile and we must fight for it."

Culix piles some of the food from the large platter onto her plate, and she shrugs one shoulder. "Don't reckon Ael was dismissing him." she says then. "Guy looked tougher than old boot leather to me. Wouldn't be surprise if we saw him again." she says and then nods over to Aelwyn. "Glaive he threw you was silver. So was one of his spears, saw a cold iron one too. Reckon e must be some kind of professional monster hunter. I carry different materials, myself. You should, too. Never know when you'll run into a situation where steel is not enough." she points at him with her fork as she speaks.

She piles some herby mushrooms, fried potatoes and a bit of bacon onto her fork and then shovels it into her mouth, munching away at it. "Even if you don't know which to use when, chances are in any party at least one of you will have a clue. After my first job with the guild I went and learned up on all kinds of monsters. The library and the guild have compendiums on all sorts of beasts, wort checking on 'em"

Aelwyn twists his head towards Irshya and for a moment, he narrows his pupils at her. Almost as if trying to discern the meaning behind her words. Slowly, he clicks his teeth. "Knives is right, this one was not dismissing. The skill was obvious for one with one arm." The draconian then takes in another deep breath and tilts his head. "This one has begun to consider it," He replies to Culix with great reluctance. "For emergencies."

Hand sliding down to his hip, he regards Irshya again. "Nothing suggests he walks the common streets, as Knives said. But Sharkie is correct, such is the adventuring life." Straightening some, he bows his head. "This one shall tend to the other tables," His teeth widen suddenly. "Do not make a bigger mess."

The blue Gobbo continues to scarf down bacon and roasted potatoes, and even gingerly tries out some of the mushrooms. They leave a slight frown on her face. "No matter how much I try to like mushrooms, they still taste like burning to me. More for you, though!" She giggles lightly and gets on with inhaling bacon and potatoes.

Irshya nods at what Culix says, "I agree, being flexible and being prepared are require for proper adventuring. I have considered getting better armor and weaponry. I am just .. unsure what would work best. Cold iron, or holy... or both. There's enough demonic activity as well as fey bullshit going on that those two things alone will improve your odds. Holy is also great against evil and undead. Hard to go wrong with those."

She eyes Aelwyn a moment, an eyebrow arching. "I was speaking of the vial..." Irshya blinks... "A bigger mess?!" Her robes move somewhat as her tail swings out, the finned tip aiming for the Sith's ankles.

Culix looks genuinely offended at Irshya. "You don't like mushrooms?" she asks, shocked. "And you think you know a person..." she mutters in disbelief, shaking her head. She shovels some more into her mouth and munches. "A weapon's just a weapon." she tells Aelwyn, then. "Might be magical and expensive, or ancient and sentimental, or whatever but at the end of the day if it's not the best tool for a given job, it's time to use another tool." she shrugs again.

Back to Irshya, "He's right about the vial, though. The daemons were summons, beating them didn't really matter, it was getting the vial that was important. Something about a zombie plague, I admit I was hazy on the details. It was all in Am'shere and I was trying not to get eaten alive by the local wildlide. And plant life. If we had the chance to stick whoever summoned them, it might have been different, but they weren't around at the time."

"... Ah," Aelwyn then clicks, understanding Irshya might not have been appraised of the details. "The vial -" There's a sudden growl as his ankles are slapped, and he narrows his eyes at Irshya. "... the vial, if broken, would have caused many sith-makar to fall and become Forgotten." The draconian idly brushes at his shoulder, trailing a memory. "This one included." Turning towards Culix, he rumbles, "Not just a tool, but an extension to this one's body." The Dragoon says, before flashing a macabre grin at the two of them.

At the Sharkie's tail attempt to swipe at the draconian's ankles but he was already stepping away, flashing his teeth. "Enjoy." He bows his head and then steps off, heading towards the kitchen again.

The pool-shark giggles, and kisses at Culix' cheek once more. "I've tried to like them so... I'm doin' my best." She rubs at the back of her neck at both explanations. "What I mean is, while the vial might be important, and may be worth the loss of someone's life, you were pretty cavalier in brushing it off. That's all I am saying."

Irshya watches Aelwyn head off to the kitchen once more. "That was the magical disease I've heard about, yes, it makes monsters of the Sith, makes them eat people? Insidious." She rubs at her face. "We should try to go back for that one lost in the cave in, hmm?"

Culix shakes her head again, and speaks once more- much more softly now. "Aelwyn was really torn up about leaving them behind." she insists then. "But we'd all be dead if we stuck around. Probably, anyway." she adds. "I did try to give the guy cover to escape, smoke bombs and stuff, but he insisted on staying behind to buy us time. He was more interested in us getting rid of that vial than escaping himself. I think Aelwyn would have stayed if doing so wouldn't have gotten me and Schara killed, too." she insists.

She eats some more of her food, a bit more solemnly now that they've been talking about heavier topics. "That reminds me, I really should put some money aside for insurance. Any suggestions on which temple would be best to stow a diamond with?" she wonders.

Irshya sighs lightly. "And here I am making an ass of myself. It just... hmmph. I'll talk with him about it later. Just rubbed me the wrong way."

She moves to hug at Culix once more. "If Rada actually built big temples, I would definitely advise you to go there. But uhm, hmm. I think Althea is probably the prime choice for that. If not hers, then Daeus. After them, Vardama."

More bacon is inhaled, the pool-shark hardly taking the time to chew much. "I would also be happy to hang onto the diamond for you, and bring it to the temple of your choice, if you cannot decide upon a temple to entrust it with. I uhm... hope it never gets used, though. I cannot bear that particular thought."

"I wouldn't worry too much. Just a touchy topic for him, I think." Culix assures Irshya and pats the other goblin on the knee, offering a small smile. "Mmm, you're probably right. I guess any of the big temples would probably work." she says then. "And well, I don't exactly want to use it, either. But better to have it and not need it than the other way around, right? 'sides, I'm nearly as good at getting myself out of trouble as I am at getting myself into it." she muses.

She shuffles the food around on her plate a bit, before taking another forkfull and chewing on it thoughtfully. "And daemons, at least, have vital points I can stick them in. I'll probably go back, whenever the next expedition is." she tells Irshya.

"Yeah, just as people dying are a touchy topic for me.", the blue-skinned Gobbo says somewhat unhappily. She nods lightly. "They should do well. If you can afford it, you should try to invest in two temples. You know how uhm rough and tumble this city can be, and not every temple is available in every location you might go to." Irshya crunches down another slice of bacon, and a few more of the potatoes, before licking at her fingertips daintily.

"Will you let me know when you are going to head out? I've got a to-go bag packed so... I am ready, even though I recently got back from my own adventure. We were exploring a tomb that'd been lost for almost a thousand years. The Vardaman's wanted to move the king buried there to some place in a big city, to protect the body and its grave goods.

Culix nods her head, "Mmm, I get that. But this guy came ready to fight daemons, and told us specifically to get out of there with the vial. He obviously knew what he was signing up for, whoever he was." she says, gesturing vaguely with her fork as she speaks. "Still, though, we owe him one. And I don't like being in debt, and neither does the big guy, so we'll make sure we find him, one way or another." she assures Ishya.

"Sure. It was kinda last minute that I signed up last time. But I'll try to let you know." she says. "Hey... I wonder if there's a magical doodad I could get so I can send you messages. I know there's a spell for it." she munches some food while Irshya mentions her own adventure. "Ancient tombs are the best. Lots of traps, lots of treasure. Plenty of shadows, less lava and man eating plants, although about the same amount of giant bugs. How'd it go?"

Irshya rubs her cheek and nods. "Even still, it is hard to let a person go. It is good that you will try to find him. I would like to help with that, if possible. At least I can perform the rights, if we can't get him out."

Nodding, "Yeah, that's how it goes with the Guild sometimes, they need you yesterday and you have to run like mad." The pool-shark lets out a long breath.

"I didn't approve of them moving the body, or hte grave goods. I was concerned they were just ... looting the tomb under the guise of official business. We solved a few puzzles which were tricky... the guardians were a pain in the glass, though. Tough buggers. It was all I could do to keep everyone alive at some points. Really touch and go there."

Irshya steps forward to hug at the shadowy Goblin. "The King was there in spirit form. He'd told his people not to bury money with him, and he was there among the coins. If he'd not be a Vardaman priest as well as the fairest, most down to earth King, he'd have been vengeful undeath incarnate. He was there, trapped inside his own tomb, alone, unable to do anything. That's a recipe for disaster. We had a long conversation with the priests to make sure that at least the money gets spent on his people. He wanted us to take it.. I am proud to say that none of us did."

Culix listens in and nods her head, "Eh, money is for the living." she says then. "The dead don't really need it. Other stuff, I get. Stuff that was important to them when they were alive- personal effects, or whatever. But money is just money, right?" she says then. "I dunno. I guess it's good the money went to his people but like, what if he was an arsehole? I know he wasn't, in this case, but if he was I wouldn't feel guilty about pocketing some coins and maybe a few doodads." she muses.

She lays her fork down on her now empty plate, and settles back into her seat a bit. "Seems a lot of folks are pretty squeamish about that sort of thing but isn't it better if the money's getting used rather than just collecting dust in some rotten hole in the middle of no-where?"

"Well, you're not wrong, honestly." Irshya's hand peats at Culix' stomach gently. "Full?"

She giggles lightly, rubbing a little before continuing. "The trouble with money from tombs is that you never know how the guardians or the residents of the tomb will react. Curses or undead attacks... is it worth the trouble? Better to have taken the money before any ceremonies were held or the dead interred. And yeah, if he had been an ass, I'd have less issues with people taking stuff from his tomb.. but there's always a risk. Kinda like stealing from a dragon's den, yeah?"

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2024-02-08T19:02:20Z

Thurid: /* February */

Warped Flame - II

2023-10-01T21:34:38Z

Thurid: A Phoenix has been captured by cultists and demons, and two Sun Falcons have (somewhat haphazardly) managed to communicate their need for aid. The Adventurer's guild has accepted the unusual source of the request and are sending Adventurers to search the border territory between Alexandros and the Myrrish Kingdoms for clues on where it was taken.

Summary: A Phoenix has been captured by cultists and demons, and two Sun Falcons have (somewhat haphazardly) managed to communicate their need for aid. The Adventurer's guild has accepted the unusual source of the request and are sending Adventurers to search the border territory between Alexandros and the Myrrish Kingdoms for clues on where it was taken.

Players: Aelwyn, Fidget, Rune, Slixvah, Thurid, Vaera

DM: Harkashan

Soot and Sheen, two Sun Falcons that created quite the scene recently in this region. The borderlands between Alexandros and the Myrrish Kingdoms had seen some fires set by this misguided pair, as they were hunting 'men with sticks' in order to get their precious Phoenix saved.

It turns out a group of Demons and Cultists kidnapped a Phoenix of all things. 'Her Majesty' Suntalon, is missing. And it's never a good thing when Demons and Cultists are involved. Especially not when they kidnap something or someone. So, with the aid of Soot and Sheen, the group has been sent out by the Adventurer's guild in order to find out where this Phoenix is.

Their search so far has brought them to the midst of the forests spanning the border regions. The same area that Soot and Sheen had been starting fires in. Except, today they're travelling up the mountains at the behest of some locals that had claimed there were 'strange lights' appearing at one of the old abandoned mines...

It's still the middle of the day, as the group finishes climbing the long and arduous trek. They spotted abandoned hovels and buildings on the way up. Once, there was a lovely mountain community here. But when they checked the buildings, they all seemed well abandoned. Greenery already taking over some of the wooden log buildings.

Now, there's just the bird call of the forest nearby, and the soft sounds of mountain winds. It's peaceful here. And no signs of any strange lights.

GAME: Slixvah rolls 1d20+5: (17)+5: 22

The idea of Slavery rankles Thurid, and the idea of enslaving a beast as majestic as a Phoenix outright disgusts her. She wasted no time in offering to lend her Earthbreaker to their cause. The giant of a woman travels by foot, eschewing any kind of mount. Her bright golden chainmail glimmers brightly in the sun, where it's not covered by the blue and brown scapular she wears over it, depicting the mountain-and-thunderbolt symbol of Angoron proudly on her chest. Her massive earthbreaker sits slung over her shoulder, the dark metal of its enormous head dull and grey-green in contrast with her armour

She has a bright demeanour as she treks up the path, listening to the birdcall. Her head is encircled in a visorless winged helmet, and her brow adorned with a jewelled circlet. She seems in high spirits, and may have occasionally broken into whistling a tune during the climb.

A Phoenix? A chance to save a mythical creature? Slixvah is already fired up!

Well. That fire is tempered to a smoulder as she pants atop the climb. She's flown a little bit to help scout where needed, but this kind of trek isn't in her wheelhouse. Especially since she'd just skip the walk entirely.

Fiadh, a little golden eyed, white plumed thrush, is locked in a twittering conversation with Soot and Sheen. Idly picking their brains. They stop talking briefly as they reach the abandoned settlement. "... typical mortal needs," it twitters in a tinny voice. "Save lest for one: the mundane avians complain of evening noises."

Slix, taking a knee to rest, pats the little bird. "... thank... thank ya." The egalrin takes a moment to look over the group, and prepares a slew of precautionary magics.

Having to hoof it on foot into the mountains is not exactly a pleasure trip for Rune. The rogue, as agile as she may be, is not quite up for hours-long hikes and the sheen of sweat on her brow shows that. It likely doesn't help that she has the extra weight of not only her weapons, but a Sun Falcon from time to time. It seems she has been dedicated as chosen 'perch' for one of them. Thankfully, her armour has reinforced leather at the shoulders for just such a thing.

Taking a moment to drink from her waterskin, Rune is attaching it back to her belt as she looks around the woods, listening to the birdsong. "You'd think, if there were demons and cultists, we'd see a little more sign of their passing. Doesn't look like anyone has been here in a long time."

Then, she looks to the Sun Falcon, "Any chance you could be our eyes in the skies, friend? Scout for anything unusual you can see from above?"

Soot nods at Rune, as she is given instructions to scout above, and jumps off of Rune's shoulder. Spreading its wings and taking off into the skies, trying to see if it can... well... see anything.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 15: (5)+15: 20

GAME: Fidget refreshes spells.

GAME: Thurid casts Detect Evil. Caster Level: 10 DC: 15

The request from the Guild sparked Aelwyn's interest and easily, the Dragoon would have been self-persuaded to join the rest. A good reward would always be helpful on that regard.

The Dragoon did not have as much as trouble with the long hike - but even he was showing some sign of fatigue by the end of it, his chest expanding and falling under his chain shirt. A wineskin is produced and he offers it to Slixvah, since she seems to need it most.

"Mundane troubles in this time would only tell well. Perhaps we were lucky enough, that there nothing but mundanity facing us." The ruddy sith-makar points out, before he angles the glaive off his shoulder with a wide toothed grin. "Then again, what kind of story to be told in the bars would that be?" Ah yes, keep the eye on the prize.

Vaera had already been there, and the hunter had set up a makeshift camp waiting for the others. The hunter was not particularly keen on fighting something or someone capable of imprisoning a phoenix on her own, or with just Rune.

The journey was uneventful for now thankfully, and Vaera had hopped off her swiftclaw, looking at the brush for any tracks, while serving as a flame resistant perch for the other bird. "If I were a cultist or looking for a place to hide out, this sort of place would make sense." They chuff. "Tracks were going in this direction to begin with, too, but I haven't picked up anything in a while."

Thurid - so far, you sense no evil."

GAME: Vaera rolls survival: (7)+13: 20

You'd expect the short legged goblin to be exhausted with this climb, but Fidget is still brimming with energy, her worst complaint so far that the scenery hadn't changed in a long time. Well, now it has, so she's curious what caused this town to become so completely abandoned, and if their presumed foes were hiding here, needing to be exploded.

Fidget was definitely looking forward to meeting a phoenix, a being made entirely of fire was incredibly cool. Though this one perhaps a little less since it was able to be captured - not sure how that could happen.

"Yeah, we didn't come all this way for something mundane, that would be such a letdown." the gobbo agrees with Aelwyn.

GAME: Fidget casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 6 DC: 15

GAME: Fidget casts Mage Armor. Caster Level: 6 DC: 16

Vaera has reconnected.

Soot takes to the skies, and lets out a few squawks. This will allow Slixvah's little thrust to translate -- footsteps below near the mineshaft.

It flaps its wings and continue to circle the area in a wider pattern to get a better look.

In the meantime, as Thurid gets closer, that sense of Evil begins to grow. Both to the east and to the west. But it slips in and out of her senses.

Thurid laughs at Aelwyn, and offers him a hardy slap on the back. "Ha, friend, never let the truth get in the way of telling tales over drinks." she suggests to him and then looks back up the trail as it begins to open up. The free hand moves to grip her holy symbol- a rough iron hammer hanging from an equally rough iron chain about her neck- her eyes flash with inner blue light for a moment, like a bolt of lightning behind her storm-cloud irises, and she sweeps her gaze back and forth.

"I sense no evil here, friends, at least not here on the surface. Should we chance a climb down that shaft?" she wonders, and lifts her chin to indicate it. "I've rope, if we need it, but I'd wager that winch should suffice." she continues trudging up the path for a ways, and then holds out her hand. "Hold, friends. I smell something rotten." she says, and then hefts her earthbreaker into a two handed grip. She glances left and right, and then draws a deep breath. "Show yourselves, villains! There will be no mercy if we must come and find you!" she bellows.

GAME: Vaera refreshes spells.

GAME: Thurid casts Bless. Caster Level: 10 DC: 15

GAME: Rune rolls perception: (11)+23: 34

GAME: Thurid casts Magic Circle Against Evil. Caster Level: 10 DC: 17

Slixvah gratefully takes the wineskin and downs a beakfull before passing it back to Aelwyn. "I wish it'd just be mundane ahead. Thanks tho, hon," she coos, grunting to her feet. Hands flit about: pulling at something and sliding it towards Fidget's direction, a brackish green energy building as a nearby flower wilts and dies, and a wand twirled out of a sheath evokes a gale of wind that passes by just Slix and Fidget. The gale shifts to a breeze, and zips by everyone quietly. Fettered whispers heard as if they were right nearby.

She pulls out a wavy knife and idly twirls it between her fingers. The tiny bird on her head tweets out, "... Soot informs there is footsteps near the earth entrance."

Slix frowns. "Dislike. Hey, tall and muscle, got a present for ya." The knife passes over seemingly nothing, but a few cyan runes manifest at her hands, and an ethereal thread is woven together before being placed onto Thurid.

She blinks at Thurid. "... ok, there goes subtly," she giggles.

GAME: Slixvah casts Heroism. Caster Level: 8 DC: 18

GAME: Slixvah casts Message. Caster Level: 8 DC: 15

GAME: Slixvah casts False Life. Caster Level: 8 DC: 17

GAME: Slixvah used a Wand of Mage Armor.

GAME: Slixvah rolls 1d10+witch: (6)+8: 14

Vaera stops, and takes a moment to stoop down and investigate the area they were in. She holds up one hand to the others, and balances mostly with their tail bracing behind them. "Well, not entirely abandoned. Smart on their behalf, if anyone comes by here, they would probably think this place is abandoned, still. But there's foot traffic out to the mine, too recent for it to be from whoever lived here, before" The hunter notes, turning to the bird on their shoulder. "Sheen, does this scorch mark look off to you? Seems out of place for a fire."

"Sorry Wyrmere, but you're going to have to stay up here, I don't think it's a good idea lowering you into the mines." She adds with a pat on the flank to the large lizard, who rumbles a bit uneasily, but returns up the path they came just a bit.

"Tracks lead into the mine, so I think that's our best path forward, unless there's another entrance we might use to get the drop on them."

Aelwyn lets out a heaved grunt at the slap, and rubbing at his shoulder he says, "Tch, but it is more interesting to spice up the truth." He rolls his shoulders and pulls down his glaive, still grinning. "But a little tongue play to make conversation lively?" Sentence left unfinished.

The Dragoon observes the others as they explore the surroundings - his own orange eyes lazily go about the town, taking and not really taking everything in. After a point in life, one has seen so many they all look the same, even if they are abandoned and buried in the middle of nowhere.

"Ah, this one's tailbone always ached from all the crouching one does." Aelwyn rumbles and gives his tail and hips a small sway - swing if you got it - and then settles back on his feet.

Taking a moment to move towards the mines, Rune seems to take her time in observing their surroundings. The area that Soot has pointed out as well as the area around the tents catches her eye. "Someone, or something has been in and out of those tents recently, too."

Her brows furrow slightly, "And fire near the mineshaft. Perhaps our missing phoenix or maybe something magical." Magic is not something Rune is particularly knowledgable of. "If we're heading down there, we should be careful."

Looking to Soot, she suggests, "Probably best if you stay up here. Give us a creel if you see or hear anyone approaching."

GAME: Thurid casts Bull's Strength. Caster Level: 10 DC: 16

GAME: Thurid casts Shield of Faith. Caster Level: 10 DC: 15

GAME: Thurid casts Shield of Faith. Caster Level: 10 DC: 15

GAME: Fidget casts Fox's Cunning. Caster Level: 6 DC: 17

"Ooh, a protection spell, thanks!" Fidget says as she weaves her own magic, "So, I'm guessing we're not expecting to do much negotiation here? More of a blow them all up sort of thing?" and she grins, "Those are always fun."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ATTENTION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Harkashan has dropped a TIMESTOP!

Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for Harkashan to instruct you further. You may earn RPP by logging a scene for a GM.

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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Thurid makes her challenge known, as she begins to cast spells to protect herself. At first, there are no sounds. No response to her challenge. But then...

Movement.

From some of the tents, the flaps move. Grey-black slender things slowly stepping out. Their faces hairless, their teeth long and sharp. Clawed fingers and red 'vine' like patterns running over their arms. Long slender and spined tails that lash at the air as these leathery grey creatures move forward and hiss at those who dare approach. Then, the two furthest at the front hiss again at Thurid specifically, staring at the ground near her.

The two that just came out near Rune and Vaera however, decide that these two look like /snacks/. Sheen quickly flies off, squawking something about 'Horned Ones!'. And indeed, these creatures all have /A/ horn. Though it looks more like a 'scorpion tail' coming out of the back of their heads.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls knowledge/the planes: (12)+4: 16

GAME: Rune rolls knowledge/the planes: (20)+4: 24

GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/the planes: (2)+14: 16

GAME: Slixvah rolls knowledge/the planes: (12)+10: 22

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1: (15)+8+1+1: 25

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1-2: (13)+8+1+1+-2: 21

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+3+1+1-2: (10)+3+1+1+-2: 13

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12+1+1: (4)+1+1: 6

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12+1+1: (2)+1+1: 4

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Horned One 1 is next!

GAME: Fidget casts Haste. Caster Level: 6 DC: 18

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 17.

It is now Horned One 1's turn! Horned One 2 is next!

There's no time for Vaera to get an answer from the bird with her, as suddenly, various creatures make their presence known. From somewhere under the hunter's jacket unfolds what looks like a block of metal at first glance, only for it to whirr to life, latching together and extending various parts until it was the shape of an exotic looking thunderbelcher. The red makari takes aim, and there's a sudden crack of noise as they fire off several rounds at the nearest foe. "Babau, geard of them before! Watch out and mind your position, pretty sure they can teleport."

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (13)+12: 25

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (3)+12: 15

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (15)+12: 27

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 15.

It is now Horned One 2's turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (18)+12: 30

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (18)+12: 30

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Horned One 4 is next!

Vaera's arrows quickly stab into the Babau closest to Rune, ripping into their shoulders! It hisses, as the arrows begin to 'melt' out of their shoulders. The sticks clattering onto the ground, before it and the other one that came out of the tent nearby rush Rune's position and begin to claw at her, trying to get a better position on her. Slashing at her with their claws!

Fidget eeps as the creatures start to advance, and considers her options, explosions or aid her allies. *This time* she decides to aid her allies, and with a series of quick hand gestures, casts a wave of faint purple magic rushing outwards and it swirls and infuses several of our adventurers with enhanced speed.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 11: (2)+11: 13

GAME: Rune rolls bluff+1: (16)+24+1: 41

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1-2: (2)+15+1+1+-2: 17

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1-7: (4)+15+1+1+-7: 14

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1-7: (6)+15+1+1+-7: 16

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1: (10)+15+1+1: 27

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+1d6+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+1d6+5d6: (4)+1+(6)+(18): 29

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (15)+15: 30

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 4's turn! Horned One 3 is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 3's turn! Slixvah is next!

Vaera has partially disconnected.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (17)+12: 29

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (17)+12: 29

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (18)+12: 30

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (6)+5: 11

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (5)+5: 10

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 14.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Aelwyn is next!

The moment the creatures make themselves known, Rune lets out a curse. The rogue brandishes her weapons, but even as she recognizes the creatures, there is no time for her to swap out her blades before they are both on her and she is forced on the defensive.

"Heads up, these are Babau!" She calls out as she blocks a few of their attacks against her, swiping them away with her blades. "Silver or good aligned weapons if you got em! And that slime on them will damage weapons, it's acidic, so be careful." She pauses a moment, claws slicing into her flesh as she grits her teeth. "Oh, and they teleport."

Then, she's forced to try to attack the creatures with the weapons she has on hand, even if they are not best suited for these particular enemies. One attack does hit, but it's obvious that her weapons are being impacted by the creature's resistances.

The two Babau from the tents to the northeast hiss and rush towards Vaera and Fidget. Their quick movements rushing their positions far faster than they might have expected. Both of them using their visciously sharp claws to rend into their flesh! Slaving, huffing, hungry gazes facing them! Desiring to devour these intruders!

GAME: Slixvah casts Lightning Bolt. Caster Level: 8 DC: 18

GAME: Slixvah rolls 8d6: (29): 29

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (18)+8: 26

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (4)+8: 12

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (17)+8: 25

GAME: Harkashan rolls 6: (16)+6: 22

GAME: Harkashan rolls 6: (12)+6: 18

GAME: Harkashan rolls 6: (9)+6: 15

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 10.

It is now Aelwyn's turn! Thurid is next!

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-1+1+1+2: (10)+12+2+2+-1+1+1+2: 29

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-1+1+1+2-5: (13)+12+2+2+-1+1+1+2+-5: 27

Slix's eyes widen as they're sudden swarmed by demons! "Shii-- Ruru's right! Watch ya blades!" she shouts, over gunfire. The witch twirls to the side, feathers on her wings elongating and flowing like streamers. "Gods I hope this works...."

She holds up her dagger to the sky. And splays her free hand out. "DANA!" she shouts. "ELDN EM URYO UFYR!" Static builds along her blade, and suddenly a bolt of lighting strikes her from a wandering cloud!

A hand pulls the electricity down, around her arms, then jams it forward, unleashing the captured bolt and lancing three of them to mixed effect!

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2: (20)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2: 38 (THREAT)

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2: (3)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2: 21

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (1)+5+6+(6): 18

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (8)+5+6+(6): 25

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (10)+5+6+(4): 25

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (1)+5+6+(6): 18

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (5)+5+6+(6): 22

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 4.

It is now Thurid's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Thurid casts Righteous Might. Caster Level: 10 DC: 19

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (8)+12: 20

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

Thurid grips her holy symbol once more, and speaks a litany of prayers to her god. "Angoron, Mountain, Highest, Strongest of Gods. Grant my allies a mote of your divine power that we might prevail over evil. Cast your gaze upon them that they might bask in your almighty protection. Grace them with your courage, that they might stand stalwart against any foe." she beseeches, and a peal of thunder answers from the clear blue sky- divine energies washing over the assembled adventurers, strengthening minds and bodies.

"And grant me a reflection of your glory, that my back might shield them from harm, and my hammer might crush Your enemies before you!" she bellows, hefting her hammer skywards and clutching her holy symbol with white-knuckled fervor. Clouds gather overhead, dark and brooding, and a bolt of lightning strikes her outstretched hammer, surging through her. She grows in stature, rising up to over fourteen feet tall. Her skin glows faintly with divine radiance, and her eyes crackle with lightning. She stomps towards the group of demons and when she speaks her voice is thunder, resonant and sonorous. "Begone back to the hells from whence you came, foul beasts." she bellows, arcs of electricity still swirling around and leaping from the head of her hammer as she steps towards and between the demons, one of their blows clancing harmlessly off her angelic mail.

GAME: Slixvah rolls knowledge/the planes: (14)+10: 24

GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/the planes: (11)+14: 25

GAME: Rune rolls knowledge/the planes: (11)+4: 15

GAME: Vaera rolls knowledge/the planes: (10)+4: 14

Aelwyn tilts his head and swings it the other way, as the creatures start to swarm them. "They teleport? Tch. All this practise?" The Dragoon clicks his tongue, exposing his teeth as Fidget gets pummeled into. "It seems one must dance alone."

Twirling his blade in his hands, Aelwyn relaxes his poise, looking for a moment as if he were going to fall over... but then the blade sparks fire and sways forth. With terrifying speed and strength, it cuts from the air - sliding into the creature and carefully peeling a chunk. Twisting, the Dragoon then slides under the haft, angles his blade and slides the blade down to the right, gutting it.

Finally, the end of his glaive rises, and the macabre serpentine dance comes to a close, as with a loud snarl, the blade splits the creature from bottom to top; the glaive rising in an arc above Aelwyn's head.

Warping lightning carves over the Babau, one of which shakes it off as the lightning tears across its leathery skin. One of them gets hit in the horn, and it throws part of the lightningshock to the ground. But the third is zapped hard and left steaming for a moment, before it gets itself back in focus.

The demons then falter back a bit, as Thurid grows to such large sizes. The imposing Giantborne seems to draw the attention of other beings. Two beautiful horned men step out of the tents to the north, drawing their scimitars. And to the west, an absolutely drop-dead-gorgeous slender woman with horns begins to approach from across the large chasm.

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1+1-3: (11)+8+1+1+1+-3: 19

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1+1-3: (12)+8+1+1+1+-3: 20

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+3+1+1+1-3: (14)+3+1+1+1+-3: 17

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12+1+1+6: (6)+1+1+6: 14

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12+1+1+6: (2)+1+1+6: 10

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12+1+1+6: (1)+1+1+6: 9

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Incubus 1 is next!

Vaera takes a step back as others fill in the space, letting the more martially inclined keep their attention. The hunter loads up another round into the thunderbelcher, then another, filling the air with gunfire again and landing several seemingly solid hits. "Damned outsiders, not doing too much to them still." They growl.

GAME: Fidget casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 6 DC: 17

GAME: Fidget rolls 6+6: (6)+6+6: 18

GAME: Fidget rolls ranged: (8)+7: 15

GAME: Fidget rolls 4d6: (16): 16

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 19.

It is now Incubus 1's turn! Horned One 1 is next!

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+2+1: (8)+12+2+1: 23

GAME: Thurid rolls damage17+1: aliased to 3d6+8+1: (9)+8+1: 18

GAME: Thurid rolls 1d6: (4): 4

GAME: Harkashan rolls 14+2: (3)+14+2: 19

Vaera's arrows keep coming, but the shafts keep melting off of its slime-covered leathery skin. It hisses at Vaera violent, while one of its comrades is utterly cut down and ripping apart by Aelwyn's masterful spear-swipes!

The Incubi near the north begin to move towards the group, their Scimitars at the ready. The one north-west is the first to rush towards Thurid, letting out a wild hissing sound from its mouth as it approaches. The heavy hammer however reaches its body, slamming into its chest. It grinds its feet into the earth, begin pushed back... but not as far as Thurid might have expected. Its blade tries to cut into her hands holding hammer, but fails to catch her before she moves back!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 17.

It is now Horned One 1's turn! Succubus is next!

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1: (10)+15: 25

GAME: Rune rolls damage1: aliased to 1d6+1: (1)+1: 2

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (2)+12: 14

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 16.

It is now Succubus' turn! Horned One 2 is next!

GAME: Fidget rolls spellcraft: (3)+16: 19

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 15.

It is now Horned One 2's turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (14)+12: 26

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (4)+12: 16

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Horned One 4 is next!

Soot and Sheen are both trying to fly-by attack the Demons. But due to their fiery nature, and these demons seeming to resist their flames, all they can do is watch as the Adventurers struggle against them!

The Succubus to the west calls out a spell, sending streams of black energy towards Rune - trying to reach her. But the barrier provided by Thurid suddenly shimmers to life, rejecting the black flood of magics!

The other Babau tries to flank Rune from the other side, but fails to outmaneuver her - starting to learn that his target isn't one it can outflank so easily. So it's starting to look towards other targets.

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2: (10)+15+1+1+2: 29

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-2: (20)+15+1+1+2+-2: 37 (THREAT)

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-2: (16)+15+1+1+2+-2: 33

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-2: (5)+15+1+1+2+-2: 22

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-7: (15)+15+1+1+2+-7: 27

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-7: (17)+15+1+1+2+-7: 29

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6: (4)+1+(22): 27

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+damage1+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+1d6+1+5d6: (5)+1+(1)+1+(20): 28

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6: (4)+1+(23): 28

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6: (5)+1+(19): 25

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+5d6: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6: (2)+1+(24): 27

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (6)+15: 21

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (3)+15: 18

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (3)+15: 18

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (18)+15: 33

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (15)+15: 30

Fidget squeaks out a cry of pain as the babau's claws dig in deep and tear her flesh, and even worse, her dress! She's taking steps back to try to avoid another attack when Aelwyn strikes it down, and the goblin breathes a sigh of relief and takes a second to take in the battlefield. Too many more of these things! Fidget dances around some of the fighting and uses Thurid as a shield as she looses a bolt of fire at one of the new foes. "Those succubi!" Fidget says and points westward, "They'll try to mind control you! And the Incubi are dangerous in a fight."

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 4's turn! Horned One 3 is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 3's turn! Slixvah is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (12)+12+2: 26

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (8)+12+2: 22

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (10)+12+2: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5+2d6: (3)+5+(8): 16

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 14.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Aelwyn is next!

The Babau facing Thurid on the opposite side of its Incubus ally begins to rend its claws into Thurid's legs. Tearing through their divine protections and scratching away with light-bubbles being ripped away! Making excited noises, biting at her leg, hoping to get to her flesh!

Slixvah says, "checks something reallllly quick"

GAME: Slixvah casts Enervation. Caster Level: 8 DC: 19

GAME: Slixvah rolls ranged+1: (14)+7+1: 22

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (19)+8: 27

GAME: Slixvah rolls 1d4: (4): 4

"I really have the wrong weapons for this..." Rune mutters to herself, but there is little real opportunity to fix the problem with being surrounded by enemy attackers and having to fend off their blows. On the plus side, she seems to be very good at keeping her weapons from being caught in that acidic substance the Babau have across their skin.

As one moves to flank her, the rogue quirks her lip, showing a hint of blood splattered on her cheek from her own wounds, "Not so easy to sneak up on me, I'm afraid."

Then, she gives a whistle to Soot, calling him in to harass the creature from behind while she uses it as an opportunity to slash at the enemy, each of her weapons hitting weak points and eventually sending it toppling to the ground. "Fuck these things in particular." Is that the sound of Rune adding another enemy to her hated monsters list? Yes. Yes it is.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 10.

It is now Aelwyn's turn! Thurid is next!

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-1+1+1+2: (12)+12+2+2+-1+1+1+2: 31

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6+1d6: aliased to 1d10+5+6+1d6: (7)+5+6+(6): 24

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 4.

It is now Thurid's turn! Incubus 2 is next!

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+1+2: (12)+12+1+2: 27

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+1+2-5: (15)+12+1+2+-5: 25

GAME: Thurid rolls damage17+1d6: aliased to 3d6+8+1d6: (10)+8+(5): 23

GAME: Thurid rolls damage17+1d6: aliased to 3d6+8+1d6: (6)+8+(5): 19

Slixvah whirls around as Fidget belts out a warning. Her eyes widen. "EVERYONE GET THE FUCK IN THE CIRCLE!" she screams, a hand rising as a black ball of energy pools, streams of void coming from the earth to make it grow. She crushes it, and fires it towards the succubus. It takes a moment as they remain connected, Slix scowling. "RADINA UOY EXSY ITCHB!" The energy doubles in power, slamming past the demon's defenses and saps their power.

The witch hightails it into Thurid's protective circle.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 3.

It is now Incubus 2's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d2: (2): 2

GAME: Harkashan rolls 10+2: (12)+10+2: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

Aelwyn runs over the corpses to step in middle of Rune and Vaera; with an unneeded flourish, he takes a twisting leap and swipes at one of the Babau's harassing the rogue.

"Tch, ugly fiends. Why do we not get the stupid sexy fiends?" The draconian hisses in disappointment. "If this one's glaive were not so jealous, it would agree, Twin." The draconian rumbles as he hovers at the ready poise. His tail swipes at the ground as Slixvah suddenly bellows...

"... language?" Aelwyn mutters by himself.

As the Incubus comes running her way, Thurd's sparking eyes turn towards it, and she takes a half step in towards the charge. The haft of her hammer is lunged out to knock the wind out of the devil's advance, and then the hammer is reared back and crashed into its ribs, discharging a bolt of electricity, cracking ribs and sizzling flesh.

She half ducks as the wave of evil magic comes towards her and her allies, runes glimmering in the air as they deflect it, and then she barks a laugh at the succubus. "Your wiles will not avail you this day, temptress!" she calls out.

She grits her teeth to bite back a cry of pain as the Babau bites at her, and then glances back to grunt at it. "You wait your turn, little devil." AtSlix's words gives a nod, "Aye, stand with me, we'll drive off these vermin back to back." she agrees with Verna.

She turns her attention back towards the Incubus, "We'll see how good in a fight you really are." she calls out. She drives her shoulder in to knock the Incubus off balance, then strikes the Incubus in the side, driving it back a half step. She steps in to fill the gap, and then brings the hammer back up and over her shoulder, following it up with a more devastating blow to the creature's ribs.

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1+4-2-3: (13)+8+1+1+4+-2+-3: 22

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1+4-2-3: (1)+8+1+1+4+-2+-3: 10 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+8+1+1+4-2-3: (10)+8+1+1+4+-2+-3: 19

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+3+4+1+1-2-3: (18)+3+4+1+1+-2+-3: 22

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+1+1+6: (5)+1+1+6: 13

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+1+1+6: (3)+1+1+6: 11

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+1+1+6: (1)+1+1+6: 9

GAME: Vaera used a Arrow.

GAME: Vaera used a Arrow.

GAME: Vaera used a Arrow.

GAME: Vaera used a Arrow.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Incubus 1 is next!

GAME: Fidget casts Suggestion. Caster Level: 6 DC: 18

GAME: Fidget rolls 6+6: (2)+6+6: 14

GAME: Fidget rolls 6+6: (5)+6+6: 17

GAME: Fidget rolls 6+6: (15)+6+6: 27

GAME: Harkashan rolls 8: (3)+8: 11

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 19.

It is now Incubus 1's turn! Succubus is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (17)+12+2: 31

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (11)+12+2: 25

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (18)+12+2: 32

Finding the thunderbelcher alarmingly ineffective, a smaller firearm appear suddenly appears in their hand, only to be tossed aside for the time being and the thunderbelcher vanishing after as she draws the bow she was carrying in it's place, loosing several arrows quickly at one of the remaining demons, but finding them equally ineffective, with another string of frustrated growls.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (16)+12+2: 30

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9

GAME: Harkashan rolls 2d6+5: (8)+5: 13

GAME: Harkashan rolls 2d6: (7): 7

GAME: Thurid rolls fort+2: (13)+10+2: 25

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 16.

It is now Succubus' turn! Horned One 2 is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 15.

It is now Horned One 2's turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (5)+12: 17

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (17)+12: 29

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8

Waiting for just the right moment between slashes of the sword, Fidget grins defiantly and gestures to the dead and dying demons around them, and the not-dead adventurers by her side, "This fight isn't going how you thought it would, is it? Too many of your allies are dying, many are dead. And you're next." Her gestures of magical enchantment are subtle compared to her threats, and with a flick of the wrist she sends a thread of pink aether up to piece the creature's chest and sap their courage away, "Run now, while you still can!" she says as the spell takes hold, that command echoing in the creature's thoughts.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Horned One 3 is next!

The north-eastern Incubus moves quickly in an attempt to outmaneuver Thurid, charging at Fidget and Slixvah and brings their blade to bear, cutting up across the shimmering shield protecting her, almost shattering it with their blade! Its glowing red eyes staring at her while grinning with perfect white teeth. Only for that grin to disappear as Fidget speaks to it. That spell wrapping around its mind.

The succubus to the west seems to realize things are not going well, and suddenly takes to the sky. Getting into the air and quickly flying towards the mineshaft entrance.

The Babau around Thurid start to spread in their assault while the Incubus facing her gets a nasty slice in on her leg - cutting a large swatch of blood onto the ground! One of the Babau managing to rip its claws into Vaera's shoulder!

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2: (12)+15+1+1+2: 31

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-2: (19)+15+1+1+2+-2: 36 (THREAT)

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-2: (17)+15+1+1+2+-2: 34

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-2: (19)+15+1+1+2+-2: 36 (THREAT)

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-2: (12)+15+1+1+2+-2: 29

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-7: (4)+15+1+1+2+-7: 16

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-7: (10)+15+1+1+2+-7: 22

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (4)+1+(14)+-10: 9

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+damage1+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+1d6+1+5d6-10: (4)+1+(3)+1+(16)+-10: 15

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+damage2+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+1d6+1+5d6-10: (5)+1+(3)+1+(16)+-10: 16

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (5)+1+(16)+-10: 12

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (9)+15: 24

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (11)+15: 26

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (16)+15: 31

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (19)+15: 34

GAME: Rune rolls reflex: (4)+15: 19

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 3's turn! Slixvah is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (9)+12: 21

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 14.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Aelwyn is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 10.

It is now Aelwyn's turn! Thurid is next!

"Soot, get closer to Slixvah and Thurid!" Rune shouts, trying to make sure that the Sun-Falcon is protected with the effects that are being thrown around. The same protections that have shielded her should keep them safe.

She turns them, looking at the Babau that is between herself and Thurid. "I am going to need to thoroughly clean my weapons after this..." Though she's managed not to have them severely damaged by the acid, it's not something she doesn't want to risk long-term problems with the blades.

However, for the time being, her focus is on taking them down. Rune slashes into the creature, two of the blades finding more vulnerable points in the flurry of attacks that follow. "Die already, will you?"

Thankfully for Rune, it does. She waves acid off of her weapons and turns to look for the next foe.

GAME: Aelwyn rolls intimidate: (11)+11: 22

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 4.

It is now Thurid's turn! Incubus 2 is next!

GAME: Thurid rolls cleric+wis+4: (2)+10+wis+4: 16

GAME: Thurid rolls cleric+wisdom+4: (6)+10+4+4: 24

GAME: Thurid rolls cleric+wisdom: (8)+10+4: 22

GAME: Thurid rolls 10d6: (29): 29

GAME: Harkashan rolls 4: (4)+4: 8

GAME: Harkashan rolls 6: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan rolls 6: (15)+6: 21

Aelwyn watches the gory display next to him... and resists the urge to go and put his hand on Rune's shoulder. "This one thinks it is dead." He says after all the bits have finished flying off.

Turning his head towards the scene, and hearing the Fidget's fighting words... Aelwyn begins to slowly swing his glaive around him. The flames flicker and length. "Come, come!" The Dragoon soothes. Trails of heat swing around him. "Join the carnival." Twisting his body, the polearm continues to rotate - but the flames were not. They were standing still, in the shape of a winged figure as the haft continues to rotate, and rotate, adn rotate.

Aelwyn slowly leans into the heated embrace, as if leaning into an old friend... - but then with a sudden, heavy crash, he slams his glaive down, spitting the flames around him. "All the fun in the circus." He grins, holding his macabre grin.

GAME: Thurid casts Holy Smite. Caster Level: 10 DC: 18

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 3.

It is now Incubus 2's turn! Slixvah is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 14+2: (18)+14+2: 34

GAME: Harkashan rolls 14+2: (8)+14+2: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12+2: (1)+12+2: 15 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7

Beset by more blows, Thurid gasps and once more falls almost to a knee as her blood whets the rocks beneath her feet. But she clenches her teeth, eyes snapping up to the Succubus flying past. "No. You. DON'T!" she bellows, golden wings of light sprouting from her back as she holds the hammer in one hand long enough to grip her holy symbol once more. "Angoron, strike down this fiend!" she beseeches.

Dark clouds swirl once more overhead, parting just enough that a beam of light surges down from the heavens cascading over some of the demons, searing their flesh in holy radiance.

And then she is away, the wings of light flapping once and bearing her aloft- ignoring the blows from the demons as they strike at her flesh, she moves ahead of the now blind Succubus, hovering in the air above the mine entrance."You go no further."

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 2.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Slixvah casts Ear-Piercing Scream. Caster Level: 8 DC: 16

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (6)+8: 14

GAME: Slixvah rolls witch: (17)+8: 25

A thunderous light tears down from the skies and the Incubi and Succubus ward their hands above their heads. One of them is quick enough to stop it from being fully harmed, but it is somewhat pulled from its fearful heart invoked by Fidget. Still, the suggestion remains in its mind, and it rushes down the mineshaft with its wings, evacuating the battle...

After which there's some strange screetching sounds coming from below.

The others are not so lucky. The succubus and the other incubus are struck blind and wildly flail around themselves. The Succubus bumping her head into Thurid's mighty chest in an attempt to keep flying - its body seared. Her beautiful red skin now boiled to black in some patches.

GAME: Slixvah rolls 4d8: (24): 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (8)+1: 9

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (7)+12: 19

Slixvah watches Rune tear into another one, followed with Aelwyn's mesmerizing dance. Her head pivots around, seeing how all the fiends recoil from the display. Pieces fall into place, and she ducks low, hands cupping her beak. And she waits.

And then Angoron's light spills and crashes down into the area, searing the demons. "Praise the Mountain!" she cheers before settling her eyes on the seductress. She inhales. "CRSEMGNI NDSWI!" she shouts her incatation before it looks like she silently screams.

The succubus's ears burst with blood. "Guys! The incubus went into the mineshaft!"

GAME: Vaera casts Badger's Ferocity. Caster Level: 8 DC: 14

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Incubus 1 is next!

GAME: Fidget casts Fireball. Caster Level: 6 DC: 18

GAME: Fidget used a Rod of Lesser Elemental.

GAME: Fidget rolls 6+6: (3)+6+6: 15

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 19.

It is now Incubus 1's turn! Succubus is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 16.

It is now Succubus' turn! Horned One 2 is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 15.

It is now Horned One 2's turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Horned One 3 is next!

The demons continue to flail in blindness. The Incubus that remains on the ground swings their blade, trying to cut at anything and anyone that might come close. And the succubus keeps trying to fly past Thurid, but just... fails to do so. Bumping into her chest multiple times like a fly trying to get through a glass pane!

Vaera Takes an opening as the others move forward, and takes to one side of the encampment, chanting a few esoteric phrases in draconic. Thurid and Aelwyn's weapons glow for a brief moment, with Aelwyn's weapon feeling a bit sharper than before, and Thurid's giant hammer even more deadly on it's striking face.

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2: (10)+15+1+1+2: 29

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-2: (13)+15+1+1+2+-2: 30

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-2: (11)+15+1+1+2+-2: 28

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2-7: (2)+15+1+1+2+-7: 14

GAME: Rune rolls weapon2+1+1+2-7: (13)+15+1+1+2+-7: 25

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (4)+1+(24)+-10: 19

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (4)+1+(23)+-10: 18

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (4)+1+(14)+-10: 9

GAME: Rune rolls damage2+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (2)+1+(19)+-10: 12

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 3's turn! Aelwyn is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (9)+12: 21

GAME: Harkashan rolls 12: (12)+12: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d6+5: (5)+5: 10

While Rune engages with the last remaining Incubus, the Babau that remains tries to make use of the confusion to rush for Aelwyn and rip at him with its claws and maw - biting at him as well! One of the attacks getting Aelwyn by the arm, biting into it!

Laughing a bit to herself at the successful deception, Fidget turns and looks at the other demons, the battlefield was a mess of bodies all mooshed together and not ideal for her exploding people. She frowns and throws a bead of fire past everyone, then with a snap of her fingers and a powerful word, the bead explodes into a blast of electrical energy, washing over the succubus, and hiding it briefly from view in the storm.

After the light dies down, though, the succubus seems unharmed by it, a faint crackling just beyond her skin where the magic was deflected away. "Damnit. Hate that stuff." the goblin complains.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 10.

It is now Aelwyn's turn! Thurid is next!

"We'll have to deal with the missing incubus, later." Rune looks in the direction of the mines. Something is going on there, but they have time to investigate later, once these enemies are dealt with.

"Not over until they're all dead." She quips to Aelwyn, giving him a wink before she turns her attention on the injured incubus. Sometimes, it's better to clear bodies from the battlefield, and that's what her focus is on at the moment.

"Soot, lend me a claw." The Sun-Falcon sweeps by the Incubus just as Rune moves in, slashing at the creature and eventually adding yet another limp form to the pile of monster corpses.

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2: (3)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2: 21

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2-5: (11)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2+-5: 24

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2: (19)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2: 37

GAME: Aelwyn rolls weapon11+2+2-2+1+1+2: (10)+12+2+2+-2+1+1+2: 28

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6: aliased to 1d10+5+6: (6)+5+6: 17

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6: aliased to 1d10+5+6: (2)+5+6: 13

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6: aliased to 1d10+5+6: (8)+5+6: 19

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6: aliased to 1d10+5+6: (10)+5+6: 21

GAME: Aelwyn rolls damage11+6: aliased to 1d10+5+6: (9)+5+6: 20

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 4.

It is now Thurid's turn! Incubus 2 is next!

GAME: Thurid rolls perception: (2)+10: 12

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+1+2: (15)+12+1+2: 30

GAME: Thurid rolls damage17+1d6: aliased to 3d6+8+1d6: (8)+8+(2): 18

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 3.

It is now Incubus 2's turn! Slixvah is next!

GAME: Fidget rolls spellcraft: (15)+16: 31

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Four - Init 2.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Vaera is next!

Thurid grits her teeth at the heads up that the Incubus is heading into the mine. She casts a glance down, and then frowns. "There's something coming up, stand clear!" she calls out to her allies. She swings the hammer, an upwards golf swing catching the Succubus in the gut and seding her reeling, before her wings flap once more and move her backwards, eyes still on the demon.

GAME: Slixvah rolls spellcraft: (13)+16: 29

Aelwyn turns and spreads his hands, bowing his head towards Vaera at the blessing. He then turns back around and flicks his tongue at Rune. "This one hopes we shan't dance beyond the dark veil; last time the headache was severe in the morning."

Seeing one of the Babau's swipe at him and then take a significantly decent bite at his arm, the Dragoon hisses and peels back. It seemed to do nothing for his footplay though - instead, there's a flurry of glaive swipes and fire. It was almost as if the dancing Dragoon's glaive left behind a claw that dug its talon into the creature's body...

But then his blade gets stuck by the collar and with difficulty, the ruddy sith-makar yanks it free. "Hnh, still standing? Looking for more anguish, fiend?" He hisses, getting back onto his stance.

Peeking over the edge to see what the faint glow was, Fidget blinks curiously, then her eyes go wide, "Oh, that's a really big spell. I think we should get way away from the mineshaft! Fire storm incoming!"

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

Slixvah blinks as Fidget identifies what's going on. She peers briefly too, before scrabbling back. "Big boom! BIIIIG boom! Incoming!" she shouts as she falls into Angoron's protective barrier and staying near the big lady.

She holds a handsign of undoing under a wing, glaring at the succubus. "...Come on... try. I dare ya...." she twitters to herself. <Auran>

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Incubus 1 is next!

Unable to reach the protective wards in time while staying clear of the mineshaft, Vaera remains where she was, focusing on continuing chanting in draconic and maintaining the spell they cast. The red makari was somewhat fireproof, but she did not particularly wish to test the limits of it.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 19.

It is now Incubus 1's turn! Succubus is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 16.

It is now Succubus' turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+2+1: (2)+12+2+1: 17

GAME: Thurid rolls weapon17+2+1: (12)+12+2+1: 27

GAME: Thurid rolls damage17+1+1d6: aliased to 3d6+8+1+1d6: (14)+8+1+(5): 28

"We should probably get out of here and let whatever's casting the spell deal with the rest. I suggest a rapid retreat and then we can watch the explosion from far away." Fidget rattles off this instruction fast, and then leaning on her enhanced speed, shoots off at an incredible pace down the road.

"I said no. You. Don't." Thurid growls as the succubus attempts to get past her, and her hammer comes crashing down between the succubus's wings as she tries to dive past Thurid. Her spine is crushed, and she tumbles down towards the mine, wings in tatters, dissolving into flames and ember motes which disperse.

A wave of light suddenly bursts from the mineshaft, creating more soot and flame across its body, before the skies seem to light up for a moment. There's this red 'glow' to the sky in that moment which while magnificent... also seems very deadly.

Soot and Sheen both squawk something about Her Majesty being angry, and take off to get the heck out! The succubus tries to get into the mineshaft and past Thurid, but her hammer slams the succubus into flames, bursting her apart!

Then... flames begin to descend. One at a time, seemingly into random locations. Flaring and bursting onto the woodworks nearby, but notably not setting the forest on fire!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Horned One 3 is next!

GAME: Rune rolls weapon1+1+1+2: (16)+15+1+1+2: 35

GAME: Rune rolls damage1+5d6-10: aliased to 1d6+1+5d6-10: (5)+1+(14)+-10: 10

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 14.

It is now Horned One 3's turn! Aelwyn is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 10.

It is now Aelwyn's turn! Thurid is next!

"What the fuck kind of thing is down there that is sending up this kind of bullshit?" Rune looks around, obviously a bit alarmed at the magic being displayed.

She turns to look at the remaining Babau and gives it one quick stab, which seems just enough to have it topple to the ground before she is calling out behind her, "Soot, get yourself and Sheen out of the range of the spell. Fly as fast as you can!"

Then, Rune is running, making her way away from the mineshaft.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 4.

It is now Thurid's turn! Slixvah is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Five - Init 2.

It is now Slixvah's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Thurid casts Protection From Energy. Caster Level: 10 DC: 17

Chink. Flop. Aelwyn rolls his head. "Tch, that was this one's!" He calls out to Rune - but his orange eyes get distracted by the fires. He straightens to a stand and looks up towards the skies, taking in the sight. "... beautiful." He rumbles quietly.

Yet, the instinct of survival prevails and with much reluctance, Aelwyn starts to run away, following on after the others.

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Six - Init 23.

It is now Vaera's turn! Fidget is next!

"Her majesty?" Thurid repeats the overheard squawking from the fire hawks, and she nods once in understanding. "Everyone, get away!" she bellows, and then alights at the edge of the mineshaft, her golden wings folding up behind her. The head of her hammer is allowed to settle on the ground, one hand rests on the pommel of the haft. The other touches her holy symbol, "Angoron, grant me the strength to weather this storm, that I might sooth a seething soul." she prays and her form shimmers.

She takes a deep breath, opening her eyes, and shouts down into the hole. "Your Majesty! If that is you, then hear me. We have slain the foul demons we found here. Your anger is righteous! But it is not for us! I pray, still your rage!"

Slixvah looks up to the sky, her beak dropping. "... oh. Gods. Uh.." She holds a hand out for the Tapestry, but sees Thurid has other plans. "I dunno if I wanna call ya brave or foolish, but good luck gal!"

She deeply inhales. "Your Majesty Suntalon! Please listen!" But she doesn't stick around. Ribboned wings unfurl, she crouches, and blasts off southward to follow everyone in the air.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Six - Init 22.

It is now Fidget's turn! Rune is next!

GAME: Slixvah rolls sense motive+2-5: (8)+5+2+-5: 10

GAME: Thurid rolls sense motive: (16)+11: 27

GAME: Rune rolls sense motive-5: (4)+8+-5: 7

GAME: Fidget rolls sense motive-5: (8)+1+-5: 4

The red makari drops the spell they were chanting, with the enemies dead, and getting as far away as quickly as possible seeming much more important. "Yes, get out of here, now!Sheen, you can reunite with her majesty when it is safer to do so." They shout in agreement, already sprinting off as fast as they could.

GAME: Vaera rolls sense motive -5: (14)+9+-5: 18

GAME: Aelwyn rolls sense motive-5: (4)+1+-5: 0

As Slixvah and Thurid call down the mineshaft, it isn't long before Thurid hears a reply. It is not words, it is not calmness, it is not wrath and anger...

It is anguish! Thurid of all can read it best. This spell, it is not being cast by its will. The flames below try to diminish, only for a cry of pain to echo out, and the flames to resume even more fiercely!

The storm of flames continue to descend upon the region, as people rush. Some of them bursting down towards Thurid's position. But it seems the range is limited enough that after they get about a hundred-fifty feet out, they get out of position. It is certainly strange that it can deploy the spell over such an area while being down in the shaft...

But the fire does keep coming in the region while those cries of anguish continue.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Six - Init 14.

It is now Rune's turn! Aelwyn is next!

GAME: Harkashan removes the timestop.

Timestop by Harkashan has left.

Thurid pales as she feels the pain in the cry. Pales, and then flushes with anger. She grits her teeth, taking the hammer in both hands once more and her wings flare out. She steps off the edge of the mineshaft, hammer reared back as the wings trail golden light before her. "I am Thurid Freeborn!" she bellows ahead of her. "My hammer is the Chainbreaker!" she adds a moment later. "And I will bring an end to your suffering, this I swear! Witness me!" she cries out as she disappears into the darkness.

The mighty and brave woman, hammer in hand, rushes down the mineshaft. Demons swarm her from the sides of the walls. The smashes a floating small eyeball that is coming down from the shaft with her, barely visible - some kind of scrying demon. Incubi rush up, wielding what looks like large chains!

They hiss and scree at her. Chains being wrapped around her body. She crushes one of their heads in and tears it apart against the wall, trying to make it further down. She can see it. The beautiful majestic form of a Phoenix...

Strung up against a metalic device. Artifice devices connected to it, and some kind of strange poisons being injected into it. A succubus sitting behind what looks like a fire-proof device, touching her hand forward, dominating the Phoenix...

Staring up towards Thurid, and flashing a grinning smile.

Thurid coming down. Hammer about to reach her, when the chains are pulled taut, and the Succubus flits up ever so slightly. Her Incubi keeping Thurid at bay as she reaches her hands up towards her face...

----

The mineshaft goes quiet. The flames stop descending, and the beautiful but eerie red majestic light settles. Sheen and Soot land near the heroes, looking towards the Mineshaft.

<"Her Majesty... what would possess her to do the will of the Horned Ones?"> One asks in its animal voice - allowing Slixvah's familiar to translate it.

<"I don't know... but whatever it is, this can't be good."> Another answers.

Vaera has reconnected.

[[Category:Logs]]

Recent Logs

2023-10-01T21:32:53Z

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2022 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2023 Logs==
===January===
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|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2023
|[[Visiting the Folks (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Laugh at Mistakes]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Everybody's Weird]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
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|January 2, 2023
|[[Black Roses and Green Eyes]]
|[[Verna]]
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|January 2, 2023
|[[Build It Up]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Killer Kitten]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[The Abominable Tela-Snowman]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Something Borrowed]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Fizzy]], [[Munch]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Brothers and Worries]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
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|January 3, 2023
|[[Hunter's Introduction]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[First Coustomer Promotion]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
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|[[Mother Dearest]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 4, 2023
|[[Brother my Brother]]
|[[Andelena]]
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|[[Impromptu Interview]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Patch]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
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|[[Tales of Tests]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[On The Edge Of Knowing]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Planned Walk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
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|January 5, 2023
|[[Bond of the Mind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 6, 2023
|[[Workshop of Horrors]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Yaretzi]]
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|[[Verdict is Vengeance]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Nemori]], [[Mac-Big]]
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|January 7, 2023
|[[Everything Noodle]]
|[[Pirkko]], [[Warrick]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
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|[[Calling for Communion]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Gather in the Light]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Garak]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]]
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|January 8, 2023
|[[The Way Forward]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]], [[Kaj]]
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|[[Taken in the Night]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Lyme]]
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|[[Tea for Three]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
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|[[No More Hiding]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 9, 2023
|[[The Rescuers]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[The Rescuers 2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 4)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
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|[[An Introduction to Demon Summoning]]
|[[Lucius]],[[Schara]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[For Want of a Name]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
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|January 10, 2023
|[[Getting Takeout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Pirkko]], [[Warrick]]
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|[[Dark Day]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Serene]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 11, 2023
|[[Waiting Room]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Return of the Fish]]
|[[Telamon]]
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|[[Make the Decision]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 12, 2023
|[[A Plot Is Formed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Awkward Aid]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 13, 2023
|[[Life Without Light]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[That One Talk]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Taniths and Totems]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Hospital Chat]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|January 14, 2023
|[[Can I Have That Back?]]
|[[Verna]], [[Zeke]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[Ticked Off]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Razen]], [[Sora]]
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|[[Takeout Delivery]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Pirkko]]
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|[[Nobody's Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Magic and 'Magic']]
|[[Inesse]], [[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]]
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|January 15, 2023
|[[Less Awkward Aid]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Instruments of Destruction]]
|[[Patch]], [[Pelka]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 16, 2023
|[[Payment for Services Rendered]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 5)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Lyme]]
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|[[We Are Hunting]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[How Many Ways to Cook Fish]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 17, 2023
|[[Dreaming Again]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Lean On Me]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Fears and Forests]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[Facing Down the Nightmares]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 18, 2023
|[[Death in Dreamland]]
|[[Verna]]
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|[[Air Freight]]
|[[Inesse]], [[Telamon]]. [[Lucius]], [[Braith]], [[Fizzy]]
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|[[Meaning of Green]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 19, 2023
|[[Wedding Details]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Weight of the World]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 20, 2023
|[[Dead Man Walking]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Dropping in for a Bite]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Ask Me No Questions]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Fancy Feast]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 21, 2023
|[[Chains that Bite]]
|[[Dolan]]
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|[[Laughing at Last]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[Memory Lane]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 22, 2023
|[[Days Like This]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Troublesome Lexicon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 23, 2023
|[[With A Flail Like This]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Razen]]
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|[[We Will Go]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Malik in the House]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Of Glass and Leather]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Patch]]
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|January 24, 2023
|[[Together Then]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Dream March]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Cabin in the Woods]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Verna]]
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|January 25, 2023
|[[Dresses for success]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
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|[[Reunion in the Gardens]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]]
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|[[Quiet Quest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 26, 2023
|[[Do You Remember The Day]]
|[[Kira]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Dreaming of a Call]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Into Your Care]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Alabaster Assembly]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 27, 2023
|[[Telamon Pays A Visit]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 28, 2023
|[[A Nice Normal Chit Chat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Not So Normal Chat]]
|[[Patch]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[A Night Market Chat]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Niklas]]
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|[[Differences of Culture]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Inesse]], [[Schara]], [[Kira]]
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|January 29, 2023
|[[Possessive Update]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
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|[[Guidance Ad-Dress-ed]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Andelena]]
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|[[In Union]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
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|January 30, 2023
|[[Red Tide]]
|[[Daniel]], [[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]], [[Magpie]], [[Schara]]
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|
|[[Boots Were Made for Dreaming]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[After Boots]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 31, 2023
|[[Garden of the Future]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Stolen Honeycakes]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Taxing Studies]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|}
===February ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2023
|[[Karen and a Lunch Break]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Changing Names]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Weapon Made Manifest]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A New Addition to the Family]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 2, 2023
|[[Proud And Tired Few]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 3, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Crick]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Free Drinks and Flirtations]]
|[[Malik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Sloan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dressed for Success]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]], [[Kira]]
|-
|February 4, 2023
|[[In the Service of the Chalice]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|February 5, 2023
|[[Green Demon]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Fizzy]], [[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Memory to Memory]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 6, 2023
|[[Squid-ward]]
|[[Carver]], [[Nessa]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Flashback]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Guaranteed Protection]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Sunbeams]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 7, 2023
|[[Pinned for Greatness]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret Fitting]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[On the Move]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 8, 2023
|[[Icy Mistake]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Good Dreams Are Made Of This]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Trouble for Swans]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 9, 2023
|[[Gifts for New Family]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Something Extra]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Divine Responsibility]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|February 10, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Crick]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[First Blood]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Cold Weather & Hot Cider]]
|[[Kira]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 11, 2023
|[[Fools, Children, and Messages]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Forgotten Answers]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[You, Me, and the Knight]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Mystery for Swans]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Patch]], [[Razen]], [[Rocky]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 12, 2023
|[[Preliminary Siege]]
|[[Culix]], [[Khepri]], [[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Herbs for Swans]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Crik]], [[Magpie]], [[Lheo]]
|-
|
|[[I Dream of Seldan]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|February 13, 2023
|[[Snowed In]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Violence and Tea]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[And Really Good Eggs]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sloan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Get Kraken]]
|[[Alba]], [[Kaj]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Feadril's Staff]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Obsession]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 14, 2023
|[[Swords to Plows]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fear the Nothing I have Become]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Congratulations Are in Order]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 15, 2023
|[[Vanquish the Vast]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Overworking During Sick Days]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 16, 2023
|[[Did Not Mean To Make Friends]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Two Brothers And A Bard]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Arm-rest]]
|[[Schara]],[[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[A Talk Cut Short]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 17, 2023
|[[Stewing On Assumptions]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Kira]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Brother in His Light]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|February 18, 2023
|[[Kraken Kibble Korrection]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Kira]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Cloaks and Figurines]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Sloan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Surprises All Around]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Celebration]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 19, 2023
|[[Scuffle & Stew]]
|[[Crik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Kaj]], [[Kira]], [[Murder]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Out Of Whole Cloth]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 20, 2023
|[[Hugs for Kol]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Last Sunset]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Fernwood Chance Encounter]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|February 21, 2023
|[[Meetings and Greetings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Aya]], [[Ous]]
|-
|
|[[Wounded but will Heal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Cult Again]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Warrick]], [[Zerthos]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|
|[[What Victory Brings]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Foggy Business]]
|[[Crik]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]], [[Kaj]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 22, 2023
|[[Offerings for a Pure Soul]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unusual Reunions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[To Steal Friendship]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: Animus the Ressurectionists and the Shards]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Carver]], [[Cesran]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ous]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|February 23, 2023
|[[Reunion to Remember]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Fire and Food]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|February 24, 2023
|[[Respects]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Breakfast of Champions?]]
|[[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[I Will Be the Danger]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sharks and Sharps]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Badu]], [[Crik]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Shoulder of Giants]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Blue Scale Blues]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Too Many Wrongs]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|February 25, 2023
|[[Working for the Man]]
|[[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Iskandar]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Alexandria Acclimation 101]]
|[[Harkashan]],[[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Three Friends and One Small Cat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Hall Pass]]
|[[Schara]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Hunters and Crafters]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|February 26, 2023
|[[Sunshine, At Last]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Verna]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|
|[[Much Ado About Pothy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 27, 2023
|[[Soaking Up Sun]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Seeking Maksur]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[To Bring More Than a Message]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Once Called Home]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[New Player In Town]]
|[[Badu]], [[Harshad]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|February 28, 2023
|[[Over Loaves of Bread]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Curse of the Amber Thorn]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Crossbow Training Crossing]]
|[[Schara]], [[Tlanexhuani]],[[Warrick]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2023
|[[Enemy Encampment]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 2, 2023
|[[Just a little Talk]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Bridge Banter]]
|[[Culix]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Another Fae Blessing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Those Who Walk With Death]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Sloan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Trying Not to Drown]]
|[[Schara]], [[Warrick]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 3, 2023
|[[Mother My Mother]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tending Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 4)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Jacob]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]], [[Sloan]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The People We Need]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 4, 2023
|[[Recovery and Rest]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Traveling Companions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Leaving Mictlan]]
|[[Geir]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: Who's Dominion Is It Anyways]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], [[Jacob]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[More Days With You]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Spring Is Here]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 5, 2023
|[[Shadows and Gobbers]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[All in the Family]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Ragey Misunderstanding]]
|[[Murder]]. [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[A Sewer Taste]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|March 6, 2023
|[[Crimson Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Death Experiences and Friends]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Enemy Encampment (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 7, 2023
|[[Farmer In Need]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Two Rage or Not to Rage]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Price Paid for Knowledge]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Story in TarRaCe]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Schara]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 8, 2023
|[[Lick of Flame]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Stubborn Shade]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Rest and Relaxation]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Compellation of the Eternal]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Replacement Coils]]
|[[Schara]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|March 9, 2023
|[[Serving in TarRaCe]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[All Continue]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stealing Albus]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[The Rain Is Clearing]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[To Catch A Shark]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Of Travels And Lost Friends]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Lesson in Dreaming]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 10, 2023
|[[Kin Filled Gardens]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Geir]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Worth its Weight in Words]]
|[[Geir]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[If You Can See Me]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Forest's Renewal]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Cloying Shadows]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|March 11, 2023
|[[One Windy Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Three]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: On the Felwood]]
|[[Iskander]], [[Lucius]], [[Munch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|March 12, 2023
|[[Magpie Faces The Music]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[A Run in with Old 'Friends']]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Scrolls, Spells, and Plans]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Catchup Over Pie]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 13, 2023
|[[Fishing for Sharks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Rooftop Training]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[A Library Encounter]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Familiar Questions]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 14, 2023
|[[A Magical Demonstration]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Warrick]], [[Magpie]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 15, 2023
|[[Blunted Order]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Verna]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Do as the Softskins Do]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Observations at the Observatory]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 16, 2023
|[[Comparing Bloodlines]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing a Meal]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Strong Arms]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Schara]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 17, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower Returns]]
|[[Crik]], [[Pelka]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Sloan]], [[Ulthan]], DM: [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Coil Swap]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Honor the Blade]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[If the Shoe Fits]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 18, 2023
|[[Arcane Bonds]]
|[[Cassia]], [[Zelany]]
|-
|
|[[Albus Answers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[New Fiance]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|-
|
|[[Circling the Fel]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Ous]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 19, 2023
|[[Healing of the Mind]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[With Fiends Like These...]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
||[[Bandit? No, just Murder!]]
|[[Culix]], [[Murder]]
|-
|March 20, 2023
|[[Sketched Angel]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[Under the Mountain]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 21, 2023
|[[Practice in the Colosseum]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
||[[Small Crafts]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Chills a Devil Leaves]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 22, 2023
|[[Spell Eater]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[A Visitor Or Two]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Vices and Herbs]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Snare for the Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Skipping Stones]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Wedding Traditions]]
|[[Dolan]],[[Ous]],[[Simony]]
|-
|March 23, 2023
|[[The Lost Book]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 24, 2023
|[[Language Exchange]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Custom Fittings]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Castle for His Queen]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 24, 2023
|[[The Words In Between]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|March 25, 2023
|[[Checking In]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cluix]], [[Lheo]], [[Schara]], [[Theo]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[The Yellow-Throated Raven]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[An Odd Gem]]
|[[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]], [[Sedev]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 26, 2023
|[[Midnight Snack]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Huian]], [[Warrick]], [[Khepri]], [[Sedev]], [[Jacob]], DM: [[Landslide]]
|-
|March 27, 2023
|[[One Person to the World]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Bloodbroth and Packages]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Brisk Brawl]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Wolf Cries to The Moon]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[In The Fairy Circle]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[V And The Mountain]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]], [[Ous]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|March 28, 2023
|[[No Pain No Gain]]
|[[Telamon]]
|-
|March 29, 2023
|[[A Friend in Need]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[My Starborn King]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Silmeria]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Raven Army]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|March 30, 2023
|[[Inside Your Head]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Never Safe]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Part 2]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shared Trauma]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Meaning of Strength]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Reading of the Crimson Pen]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jacob]], [[Murder]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 31, 2023
|[[The Dawn Before the Night]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curse Defied]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tag Team Hunt]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2023
|[[Plans are Born]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Checking In (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cluix]], [[Lheo]], [[Schara]], [[Theo]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Sil, Whole Conviction]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 2, 2023
|[[Artistic Rendering]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Memories and Horses]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Burdens Between Us]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Heroes and Merctalk]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[What is in a Red Book Anyhow]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Checking in on Grandfather]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 3, 2023
|[[Lunch Rush]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Ous]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Part 3]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Silence And The Fog]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Sword for a Mother]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 4, 2023
|[[Birds of a Feather]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Visions of Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[New Friends]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Huian]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 5, 2023
|[[Three is Company]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Seat and Royalty]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Palisade in the Mists]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Mourner's Chill]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visions of Hell (Part 2)]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 6, 2023
|[[Welcome Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ale at the Fernwood]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]], [[Lucius]]
|-
|
|[[A Bet is a Bet]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[A Curse Denied]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle]]
|[[Hilde]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Jacob]], [[Tlanexhauni]], [[Huian]], [[Leirune|Rune]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Reunion of the Heart]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Going Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Reading of the Crimson Pen Part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 7, 2023
|[[We, Not I]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Study Knights Assemble!]]
|[[Verna]], [[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Language Learning]]
|[[Schara]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Pain and Undeath]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Man to Help]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 8, 2023
|[[Where The Monsters Are]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Follow-up Investigation]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Sword and the Scrolls]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Huian]]
|-
|
|[[A Gathering at the Arcanist's]]
|[[Crik]], [[Garak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Reclamation]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 9, 2023
|[[Pastries and Stolen Faces]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Dirk]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], [[Aya]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 10, 2023
|[[Relations and Toast]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Verna]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Epilogue]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Opal-Mancy]]
|[[Arion]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Ous]]
|-
|April 11, 2023
|[[Diving into Backstory]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Huian]]
|-
|
|[[Of Axes and Family]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Friends not Food]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|April 12, 2023
|[[Count to Ten]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Silver King]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Would-be Thieves and Sales Pitches]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Schara]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[A Prepared Poet]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 13, 2023
|[[Against Protocol]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Commune-al Support]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|April 14, 2023
|[[A Monk Meeting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Found Book]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Strike It Down]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Dirk]], [[Lysa]], [[Pelka]], [[Murder]], '''DM:''' Whirlpool
|-
|April 15, 2023
|[[A Lesson in Tracking]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]], [[Critias]]
|-
|April 16, 2023
|[[Nowhere Is Safe]]
|[[Aya]], [[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting at the Residence]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Disguises and Guises]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 17, 2023
|[[Threads of Lore and Stories]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Mending, Healing, And Sharing Words]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dryad Dilemma]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], [[Arion]], [[Ous]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Happy Pictures]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[To The Devil's End]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Critias]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Safehouse]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Schara]]
|-
|April 18, 2023
|[[Axe over Dagger]]
|[[Ous]], [[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Go Away]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Auranar's Vengeance]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[What Does Not Die]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|April 19, 2023
|[[Evening Discussions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Fire in the Gardens]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Pink Hair and Green Dogs]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Ous]], [[Verna]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Comfort from a Friend]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wolf's Wake]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blades and Strawberries|Blades, Fire and Strawberries]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A dog, beer and an apology]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 20, 2023
|[[A Parle on Strange Happenings]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Reaching Daed]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Lord's Ears]]
|[[Alba]], [[Rhar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]] '''DM:'''[[Telamon]]
|-
|April 21, 2023
|[[Punchy McPunch Camp]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Glaive Insights]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Breathless in the Market District]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Carver]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Demons, Cultists and Werewolves, Oh MY]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[To Dream in Black and White]]
|[[Aya]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|April 22, 2023
|[[A Spire in the Night (Group 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lucius]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Visten]]
|-
|
|[[A Spire in the Night (Group 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Huian]], [[Ulthan]], [[Asphodel]], [[Aelmeh]]
|-
|April 23, 2023
|[[Plans for a Demon's Ending Over Wine]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Cave Lurkers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Khepri]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Regarding the Father of Time]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 24, 2023
|[[Meditative Threads]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Sloan]], [[Huian]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Two rogues and a Tour]]
|[[Crik]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Play the Cards]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]]
|-
|April 25, 2023
|[[A Brief Stroll]]
|[[Critias]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|April 26, 2023
|[[The Fighting Pit]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Schara]], [[Aelmeh]], [[Jacob]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], '''DM:''' [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Play the Cards (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]]
|-
|April 27, 2023
|[[Ale and Mimics]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Fishing in the Rain]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Market Daze]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Asphodel]], [[Ous]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Post-Fiend Checkup]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Stony Countenance]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|April 28, 2023
|[[Theory and Application]]
|[[Verna]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Reaching Out]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Who?]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Iskandar]], [[Slixvah]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Red Pothy and Totem Talk]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ous]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 29, 2023
|[[Weapons and Inventions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[Demons and Fey talk]]
|[[Critias]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Aspire to Nothing (Group 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Night Sky]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 30, 2023
|[[Face Things Together]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[From smiths to demons]]
|[[Huian]], [[Mikilos]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Rook and His Revelations]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Gobbos in the Water]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Blacksmith]]
|[[Huian]], [[Mikilos]], [[Simony]]
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2023
|[[An Observational Conversation]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up, Part 1]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[A new Drinker]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle II]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Choler]], [[Schara]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], '''DM:''' [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch Interrupted]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2023
|[[No Gilded Cages]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Landscape or Portrait]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Made Maid]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Carver]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[(Not So) Helpful Pixies]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Defense]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|May 3, 2023
|[[A Drink Between Friends]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Becoming a Rider]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]]
|-
|
|[[Quiet Daeusites]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Three Things Bothering Rune]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|May 4, 2023
|[[The Circle Underneath]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[His Dark Crown]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Night Monsters]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Alaryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 5, 2023
|[[Clash of Polearms]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Separation of Memories]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up Carrough]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[I Am Glitter, I Am Gloam]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Telamon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Undercity News]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Mead and Magic Swords]]
|[[Aelmeh, Huian]]
|-
|May 6, 2023
|[[Don't Poke the Silver One]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Early Bird Gets the Rumor]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[A Few Questions More]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Searching for a Key]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelmeh]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Jacob]], [[Huian]]
|-
|May 7, 2023
|[[Much Ado About Misha]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Flame]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 8, 2023
|[[Scuttlebutt Says]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Sloan]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Request for Songs of Sorrow]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aragos]]
|-
|
|[[Aftermath of the Flame's Rescue]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle III]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], [[Geir]], '''DM:''' [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Sidetracked Into Help]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 9, 2023
|[[Distracted Training Session]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]],
|-
|
|[[Buried Hindsight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Eluna's Spire, Wolves, and More]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sojourn in Selentia]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[After the Sojourn]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 10, 2023
|[[Things Go Bump in the Forest]]
|[[Simony]], [[Vrenskas]]
|-
|
|[[Sewer Circle]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Basin Assumptions]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Fire Against the Rain]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 11, 2023
|[[Search for a Perch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[She of the Pale Face]]
|[[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Echoes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch Buddies]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 12, 2023
|[[There You Are]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Blade of the Heart]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Dream With Me]]
|[[Critias]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lysa]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Double Goblins, Double Trouble]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 13, 2023
|[[Dreams Become Reality]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Amulets and Bird Toys]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[A Home Away from Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lurking in the Shadows]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 14, 2023
|[[Healing and Plans]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Zeke]], [[Dolan]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Telmentarian Celebration]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Baths and Dreams]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Cats and Mithral Swords]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 15, 2023
|[[Go Ahead And Throw Your Stones]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aragos]], [[Theadosia]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wake of the Celebration]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Nature of Faith]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[A Brisk Sale]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Dirk]], [[Huian]]
|-
|May 16, 2023
|[[Much Ado About Am'shere]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[All Fired Up]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Harpists Halls]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In Her Shadow]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Monsters in the Forest]]
|[[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Signed, Sealed, Certified]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Theadosia]]
|-
|May 17, 2023
|[[Return from Grandfathers]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Question of Fate]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle IV - Welcome to the Jungle]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]], [[Geir]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 18, 2023
|[[Dragonrider of the Sands]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Unexpected Results]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] (Briefly)
|-
|
|[[No Plan Survives A Meeting]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Bit of Time]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Schara]], '''GM''': [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are More Important Than Demons]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 19, 2023
|[[Heat Stones and Castes]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Major Manor Mishap]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Land of the Midnight Sun]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[One Happy Blacksmith]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 20, 2023
|[[Felwood Spire: A Fell Mood Part 1]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 21, 2023
|[[Shambling Jungle V - Warriors]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[A Thirty-Five Foot Pastry]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Proposal Unproposed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|May 22, 2023
|[[Something in the Woods]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Reithak]], [[Theadosia]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2023
|[[Meeting with Micha]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Talk of Open Skies]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 24, 2023
|[[A Drapes Faux-Pas]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Nightmare then Massage]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Discussion with Dace]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 25, 2023
|[[An Elder's Wisdom]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] as Miquitlani
|-
|
|[[A Trip to Myrddion]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Schara]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|May 26th, 2023
|[[Fashion Monk]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Brighter Mood Victory]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Of Names and Snatchlings]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Geir]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 27, 2023
|[[Mitigating Marsward's Machinations]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Framework for Success]]
|[[Geir]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Felwood Spire: A Fell Mood (Part 2)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 28, 2023
|[[They Hunger]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rocky]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 29, 2023
|[[Wakedays for War Golems]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Necromancer News]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Melted Brass]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Return the Blade]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Any portico in a storm]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 30, 2023
|[[Pretty Damned Thieves]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rhar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 31, 2023
|[[Of Glowing Glitter and Lit Sticks]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2023
|[[Major Manor Mishap II]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[On Scrolls, Brothers, and Gifts]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 2, 2023
|[[Evacuate! The Village]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Lysa]], [[Murder]], [[Rocky]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Strength To Affect The World]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]]
|-
|June 4, 2023
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Our Time]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Speaking with Sebas]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Colosseum Workouts]]
|[[Murder]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ravendar]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|June 6, 2023
|[[Honey Harvest]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Drink's the Thing]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 7, 2023
|[[By the Tornmawr Bank]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Man with the Firefly Eyes]]
|[[Reithak]], [[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2023
|[[Where'd They Go?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 9, 2023
|[[Threads and Shadows]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] (Briefly)
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Rings and Dark Intel]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 10, 2023
|[[Shambling Jungle VI - Finale]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Gier]], [[Fidget]], [[Schara]], [[Burai]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Echo of Eclavdran]]
|[[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 11, 2023
|[[In the Wake of Two Echoes]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Theft of a Trusted Servant]]
|[[Alba]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rhar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|
|[[A Musical Interlude]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seldan]], '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|June 12, 2023
|[[Love and Loss]]
|[[Geir]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Stymied Vacation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Two Birds and a Story]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Residents of the Jungle]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[A Withering Cackle]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Huian]], [[Karasu]], [[Ravendar]] (GM) [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Theft of a Trusted Servant, Part 2]]
|[[Alba]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rhar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|June 13, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood I - Spoken Curse]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Schara]], [[Auranar]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[When You Wish]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 14, 2023
|[[Nothing But A Stain]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Study Buddies: Fundraising!]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 15, 2023
|[[Senyelistli means Family]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Schara]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Fidget]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Painting Prospects]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]]
|-
|June 16, 2023
|[[Duel at Wuja Docar]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 18, 2023
|[[Flying Gossip Demons]]
|[[Murder]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Dusty Chalice]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Warrick]] as Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Sunny Tea Time]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|June 19, 2023
|[[Fancy and Bloody Coffin]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Bigger on the Inside]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], Cynthia (spoofed by [[Warrick]])
|-
|June 20, 2023
|[[Aza Answers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Of Felwood and Demons]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Seldan]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[No Need to Choose]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|June 22, 2023
|[[Mission for Friendship]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up on Chidea]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 23, 2023
|[[Steel and Hair Dye]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 4]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 24, 2023
|[[Hunting The Spire - Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucy]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[And I Still Need To Get Dressed]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Donnelly Wedding Bash]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tendrils of the Felwood, Part 1]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Reithak]], [[Ous]], DM:[[Whirlpool]]
|-
|June 25, 2023
|[[Mortal Enough]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Forge and Spices]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Twenty Billion Questions]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Looking for A Silverguard]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Help?]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|June 26, 2023
|[[Mending Promises]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Cult of Piercing Light]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Garak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|June 27, 2023
|[[The Runaway Cart]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Art and Juice]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Starfall]]
|[[Telamon]] vignette
|-
|
|[[Jal'goroth's Prison]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 29, 2023
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Migration Notice]]
|[[Slixvah]] Vignette
|-
|June 30, 2023
|[[Stopping By]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[In Vino Praeposterus]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Rest]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Myrrish Children Stick Together]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2023
|[[To the Downfall of Fiends]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Enemy of my Enemy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2023
|[[Wisdom Without Age]]
|[[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Minds of Pretenders]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Lavinia]], [[Lheo]], [[Reithak]], [[Theo]]
|-
|July 4, 2023
|[[600lb Baby]]
|[[Carver]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2023
|[[Black Whole Moon]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 6, 2023
|[[Goblin Trouble at the Library]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Post-Lunar Healing]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Death and Frescos]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 7, 2023
|[[Belts and Resurrections]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Kinly Meetings]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Hunting the Spire (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The New Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 8, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood II - Sorrowful Emptiness]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Schara]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[A Soul's Request]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[We're the hands of the Gods]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2023
|[[Rebirth and Rejuvination]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Towering Tea Time]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|July 10, 2023
|[[Warfare Without Pontification]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[To a Job Well Done]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|July 11, 2023
|[[Portside Underground]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Our Venerable House]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Little Man for Little Pixie]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 12, 2023
|[[A Cure For Hunger]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A touch of Fashion and Fire]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|July 13, 2023
|[[Hunger and Healing]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Snowcones and Pigments]]
|[[Ravenstongue|Cor'lana]], [[SImony]], [[Telamon]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|July 14th, 2023
|[[Mictlan Makari Meeting]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Leirune|Rune]]. [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Counsel Sought Is Not Guaranteed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 15th, 2023
|[[Black Dog Bite]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 16th, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 1)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Vision of a Padaryn Past]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 17th, 2023
|[[Following the Golden Thread]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]] '''DM''': [[Riptide]]
|-
|July 18th, 2023
|[[Speaking with Daneira]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Date With a View]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|July 20, 2023
|[[Eggs-pedition]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
| July 21, 2023
|[[Vagrant Tower - Spectral Labyrinth]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Elisabeth]] '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Investigation of Ivyhold]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 23, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 2)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]] '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[This Wretched Heat]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 24, 2023
|[[Tletepetl]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]] '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch and a Message]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 25, 2023
|[[Weather and Family]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Solutions and Sandwiches]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Need for Resistance]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Hard Lesson Learned]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 27, 2023
|[[Where To Belong]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Woods]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Acedia]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Family and Fae]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|July 28, 2023
|[[Gorilla Grilling]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|July 29, 20231
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deeper Delve Part 2]]
|[[Carver]],[[Rocky]],[[Reithak]],[[Harkashan]], '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|July 30, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 3)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 31, 2023
|[[Protector of the Heart]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry (Part 3)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Confidence is Key]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|}

=== August ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2023
|[[Portside Underground Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], GM [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Ogre-watch]]
|[[Carver]], [[Glasha]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|August 3, 2023
|[[Sunken Treasure and Guests on the Wing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 4, 2023
|[[Nest Migrations]]
|[[Carver]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 6, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 4)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Faces on a Fresco]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 7, 2023
|[[Tell two more]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Werewolf Relocation Project]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 8, 2023
|[[Party Soup]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Aprons and Winds]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[A Fresco Nearing Completion]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Prodigious Mask]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|August 9, 2023
|[[After-mask]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 10, 2023
|[[Birdy Beer Run]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Bear Fruit]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fiend Like Me]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lokir]], [[Sabina]], [[Shin]]
|-
|
|[[Hypothetically Speaking]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 11, 2023
|[[Brightest of Days]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Culix]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Hungry Like Something Else]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Andelena]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM:''' [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bloody Murder]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Eztli]], '''DM:''' [[Subduction]]
|-
|August 12, 2023
|[[Three Men, One Cave]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|August 13, 2023
|[[Genie Bride for Fiendish Eyes]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Apple Pie Apology]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Family Portrait]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 14, 2023
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 15, 2023
|[[Tranquility is a Farce]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|August 16, 2023
|[[The Dark Remains Dark]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Forgotten Blood IV: Bloodflower]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Lokir]], [[Reithak]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 17, 2023
|[[Mandatory Sewer Level]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramayre]], [[Lokir]], [[Warrick]], [[Xasany]] DM: [[Fidget]]
|-
|August 18, 2023
|[[Daeusite Coat of Arms]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Boiled Over]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|August 19, 2023
|[[Forge and Family Work]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[A Special Meaning]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[DF: Tavern Tales]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Jacob]], [[Lokir]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|August 20, 2023
|[[Alchemy and Healing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Things on Her Mind]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Home for Father]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Exploding Crossbows]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Smol Toast to Study Buddies]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|August 21, 2023
|[[Pincered Gelhorn]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Simony]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 2)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 22, 2023
|[[Summer Scramble - Part A]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Jacob]], [[Lokir]]
|-
|
|[[Summer Scramble - Part B]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 23, 2023
|[[Red and Black Checkers]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Door to Nowhere]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Temperance's Concern]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits of Wind and Wave]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 24, 2023
|[[River Monster]]
|[[Culix]], [[Ezli]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Pork and Spices]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 25, 2023
|[[Vagrant Tower: Savage Garden]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Bairn Be None]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 26, 2023
|[[Whip that Ribbon]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Arpeggios]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 27, 2023
|[[Compliments and Rotgut]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Only Title That Matters]]
|[[Slixvah]] (as Jiranu), [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 9]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 28, 2023
|[[High Priestess Aki]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Crik]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 3)]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Scars And Tattoos]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Of Songs and Healers]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|August 29, 2023
|[[Helps the Medicine Go Down]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Tears of Hope]]
|[[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Feels like Light]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Man Of Many Talents]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Ten Brass Rings]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 30, 2023
|[[Salmon Gildays]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Songs and Strange Boxes]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Door to Nowhere (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
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|August 31, 2023
|[[Three Pitchers Down]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
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|[[A braid, meditation and cards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]]
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|}

=== September ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|September 1, 2023
|[[Living in a Story]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|September 2, 2023
|[[Iluiyotl iuixochimeh]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Zeke]]
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|
|[[Seers Folly]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[TarRaCe gets a Glow Up]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]]
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|September 4, 2023
|[[Message of the Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Critias]]
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|September 5, 2023
|[[Meet and Griva]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seldan]], [[Fidget]], [[Schara]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|September 6, 2023
|[[Friend of Taara]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|September 7, 2023
|[[Painted Glass]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]]
|-
|
|[[The View From Up Here]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Flat Fuss Keresday]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
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|September 8, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 3]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]], DM: [[Telamon]]
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|September 9, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelywn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|September 10, 2023
|[[Tomato Or Potato]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Ravenstongue]] (as Grandfather)
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|September 11, 2023
|[[Scrolling Thunder]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|September 12, 2023
|[[Bird Is The Word]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 13, 2023
|[[You Saw What?]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Lheo]], [[Zerthos]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2023
|[[Warped Flame - I]]
|[[Rune]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
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|[[A Historical Shrine]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|September 15, 2023
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 17, 2023
|[[Cursed Ink Consultation]]
|[[Culix]], [[Simony]]
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|
|[[Hasty Lessons]]
|[[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 18, 2023
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 4)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|September 19, 2023
|[[Dolan's Cat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[In the Birbhouse]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
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|September 20, 2023
|[[Wreath and Flames]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
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|September 21, 2023
|[[Deceive the Deceiver]]
|[[Telamon]]
|-
|September 22, 2023
|[[Investigating Journalism]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Critias]], [[Culix]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Eztli]]
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|[[Bleeding Heart]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|September 23, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming, Part 3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], DM: [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Sitting with Seldan]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
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|September 24, 2023
|[[Heavy Artillery Heartthrob]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 25, 2023
|[[Werewolf Baby?]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line, Part 5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|September 26, 2023
|[[Broken Bird]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Resurrectionist's Visit, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Fidget]], [[Ous]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 27, 2023
|[[Patch Job]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Eztli]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
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|September 28, 2023
|[[As Coyote Laughs]]
|[[Lheo]]
|-
|September 29, 2023
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deep Dig]]
|[[Crik]], [[Hilde]], [[Thoth]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Subduction]]
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|
|[[Chasing the Lost Star]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|September 30, 2023
|[[Bird Repair]]
|[[Schara]], [[Thoth]]
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|[[The Sweetest Song]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Iskandar]], [[Dolan]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Riptide]]
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|}

=== October ===
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|Log
|People
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|October 1, 2023
|[[Warped Flame - II]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Rune]], [[Thurid]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
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[[Category:Logs]]

Cursed Ink Consultation

2023-09-17T20:50:54Z

Thurid: Culix visits Simony at the Fate's Spire Monastery to discuss the possibility of having her tattoo covered up with something a bit less cult-y.

Outside the city proper, Culix trudges her way along the mountain pass towards the Spire. She has a crumpled, hand-drawn map in one hand and has her hood drawn up- not against the wind, which is pleasantly cool, but against the overbearing sunlight above. The lone traveller is headed towards the Monastery, not somewhere she's had cause to visit before, but she'd heart tell there's an artist there who might be able and willing to help her out with a little problem she has.

The goblin eventually arrives at the entrance to the Monastery, stepping through the open doors into its courtyard, she pauses and looks around trying to find a local Monk that hasn't taken a vow of silence or something to ask for further directions.

Autumn has definitely settled down as trees show off their gold and fire, and the stiff breeze promises that Winter is waiting not too far behind. the road to the Spire is lonely today, nary a traveller to be seen.

The monastery itself is full of activity, with Winter stores being unloaded from wagons, and monks meditating and sparring in what may be the last bright, sunny day for the foreseeable future.

Directions are easy to come by, it is revealed that the clergy and monks of the Raven take a wide range of vows, silence is but one of them. Deeper inside, past the common areas, the kitchens, library and study rooms, are the cells. Simony's is easy to find, and her door's wide open. The ceiling above has been painted a deep blue, with white or yellow dots representing familiar constellations. Paintings of the mountain landscape, Egalrin, Half-Elves, and goblins line the walls along with sketches of a vast assortment of seemingly random building and objects.

The Goblin herself is settled at a table in the middle of the room, alternating between sketching, and inspecting a silver statuette standing on the table.

Culix pads softly through the monastery- soft soled boots making barely a sound even when she's not actively trying to go unnoticed, peering this way and that. The hood is pulled back once she's indoors and away from the daystars harsh light and a stray wisp of silver hair is tucked away behind one of her ears. "...four... five..." she mumbles to herself, counting the doors as she passes them before she arrives at Simony's.

Even though it's open, she knocks on the door and waits by the threshold- something about being in a monastery has her feeling like she ought to be on her best behaviour. She does crane her neck to peer around, though, at the painted vistas and portraits.

The albino gives a start, and turns to peer at Culix for a moment, before a smile appears, and she beckons the visitor in. "Hello! Please, come in and sit! Would you like some tea?"

Simony gestures to a chair next to hers, a bare foot nudging it away from the table. "Have you come to view the statue? I am planning on having it placed in a shrine to Navos, in the Gardens of the city."

Culix shakes her head a bit then and steps inside once she's invited in, like a polite person. Or a vampire. "I didn't know you were working on a statue." she admits then as she turns her gaze towards it. "Actually I'm kind of wondering if this is the right place, now." she adds after a moment. "Are you Simony?" she asks, a beat, "I'm Culix. I heard around the guild you do tattoos, but this aint the sort of place I'm used to for a tattooist Usually it's more like, under the stairs at a dockside tavern." she shrugs.

Simony giggles and shakes her head. "There was a strange incident in the Gardens the other day, there were so, so many ravens. I helped feed them, and when they flew away, this statue was left behind. I'm going to make a shrine and a place for offerings, but also have a bird bath and bird feeder there. I think it'll be a nice gift to Alexandria, and the ravens."

She glances around her cell, and then nods to the other Gobbo. "Yes, I am Simony Smithsdottir, nice to meet you Culix!" The Gobbo's grin is broad and toothy, and she extends a hand for shaking.

"Goodness, that seems like a poor place to have a tattoo done. My room is much cleaner, as are my needles and inks. Cleanliness is important for tattooing, you don't want to get an infection."

Her head cants to one side, "What did you want as a tattoo?"

Culix raises an eyebrow at the description of a huge flock of ravens leaving a statue behind, "That's... odd." she says then. But then blinks and shakes her head a bit. In the grand scheme of an adventurer's life that's not even a 4 on the oddness scale. "I hear some ravens are nearly as smart as people." she says, "Given some of the people I know, I believe it." she adds.

"Yeah, well, it beats shiv and pitch prison tats." she says then. "And the sailors usually don't have their arms drop off, usually." she adds. "But no, actually, I already have a tattoo and I need it covered up or changed or something. Whatever you can do with it." she says then as she heads over to finally take the offered seat.

She fingers at her collar a little bit, but doesn't open it up just yet, clearly a little nervous. "So, uh. When I was younger, I fell in with a bad crowd. I'm keeping my nose clean these days but... uh... I have this reminder, and I don't want it any more" she says, before finally opening a button on her blouse and then pulling the collar aside, to reveal her throat and the top of her shoulder- and a pair of crossed kukri tattooed there in black ink. The unholy symbol of Illotha, and a mark of the Ebon Syndicate.

"So, uh, I get it if you don't want to mess with it." She says then. "But, this is why I couldn't go to any of the regulars in the lower city. Because they definitely wouldn't."

"Some ravens I know are smarter than people. Though to be honest, some people aren't uhm... as smart as others.", Simony says with a nod. "And it's good to not have one's arms drop off, that makes it really hard to do things." She stands, and goes to fetch a teapot, and a couple of mugs. Tea is poured for both, and a mug is set before Culix, along with a little spoon, a creamer and a sugar cube bowl.

"I won't judge you on your past transgressions, what's important is the here and now." She leans in curiously, squinting at the tattoo, her face close enough that her breath can be felt. "Hmm. I can understand why people might be afraid to touch it. But, I would be happy to help you. I should do some research first, though. I need to know if there's any magic, be it arcane or divine, involved, and how to undo that." The albino reaches up a hand, and lightly squeezes Culix's shoulder. "I will do this for you."

Culix nods her head a bit, "Yeah that's what I meant." she agrees on the topic of some people not being as smart as others. She sniffs the tea when it's offered, and then takes a sip as it is, no creamer or sugar added. She squirms a bit at the close scrutiny, but manages to mostly sit still until Simony speaks again.

"I don't know about any specific magic, but joining up with... that bad crowd also meant joining up with their cult." Culix says then. "I didn't, like, have to sacrifice anyone or anything." she asserts. "But there was the tattoo, and I swore a blood oath so... I wouldn't be surprised." she adds.

A warm hand lightly touches the tattoo, tracing its outline. "It's just black tea, but it's hot and does well as a pick me up.", Simony says lightly. "I would prefer to be safe than sorry. A blood oath is a powerful thing, and I do not wish you to be harmed if I attempt to change this tattoo. But, I am unafraid, and I will change this tattoo."

She pauses to drop two sugar cubes into her tea, followed by a dollop of milk, and then stirs it vigorously before taking a sip. "I have a few design ideas already, depending on your tastes. The crossed kukri lend themselves well to winged creatures. A bird, a butterfly, perhaps a dragon? Circular objects are also a good choice, to follow the flow of the blades. To really disguise it, the design should be in black."

Simony taps her chin, again leaning in close to squint at the tattoo. "I am not sure of a way to completely remove a tattoo, but I can change it into something more pleasing."

Culix nods her head a bit, "Yeah I figured since I heard about you in the guild, you're like to be a little tougher than the average artist." She muses to Simony then, and takes another sip of her tea. "Yeah, black is fine. Kinda suits me." she says then, "But I was actually thinking, do you think you could make them into a wreath?" she wonders. "A burning wreath, actually." she adds, a moment later.

"I uh. I haven't been to the temple yet, been working up my courage." she adds then after a moments pause. "But I'm planning to. Ceinara's, that is." she scratches her cheek, looking aside. "I know she's usually more about colourful things, but, well, flames cast shadows." she gives a half shrug.

Her cheeks colour a mottled red and she looks away. "Tougher? Likely not. Experienced, that I would accept." Simony's expression grows thoughtful, and she nods. "Yes, I can do that."

Her eyes meet Culix', "Did you want someone to go with you to the temple? Would it help you to bring a friend?"

Culix snerks, "Yeah well the two usually come hand in hand. You don't get to experience being on the wrong end of a monster very many times if you don't toughen up." she says then. On the next topic, she shakes her head a bit. "I... dunno. I should be alright." she says then. "'sides if something crazy happens I wouldn't want any of my friends in the splash zone. Maybe Aryia. If a demon started coming out of my neck she could probably punch it right back in."

"I train with Aryia on a regular basis.", Simony says with a grin. "And while I believe that Aryia could punch the demon back in, if there is on in there, you want it out and gone. Which... Aryia can definitely do."

The albino Goblin leans in closer, her voice lowering. "Have you spoken to Aryia about it? Going to the temple? I think she has a unique point of view that might help you."

She settles back a bit. "Your friends would want to help you, and they would be willing to stand by you, even at risk of being hurt. And if they would not, I would. You need only ask, okay?"

Culix grins, "Training with Aryia? Now I know for sure you're tougher than you're letting on." Culix replies to Simony. "And yeah, I guess you have a point. I haven't seen her in a bit. Guild work keeps us both busy, I guess." she says then. "Spoke with her mom, though, a while back. Now there's a scary lady. But, she give me a push in the right direction to start getting my shit sorted out." she says then.

"Last time me and Aryia spoke about anything to do with the gods it was mostly just that Taara's a bitch- which, yeah- and that I wasn't sure about throwing my lot in with some other god, for one I didn't want to trade one collar for another one, and two- I figure the gods probably know if you're jumping ship to save your hide and don't take too kindly to that. But, that was a while ago and... I guess I'm starting to see things differently now."

The Goblin shows off a hand, rolling up the sleeve of her robes to expose her forearm also, both showing signs of hardness, callouses and scars. "My punch is nothing like Aryia's, but people know when they've been punched. I tend to use my warhammer in combat, though. I, again, simply say that I have some experience with having to be... erm... firm? Oh? What was it like meeting her mother? Any nudge that helps is a good nudge."

Simony nods then, "Seek her out. I feel that it would be relevant to you, helpful even. I just... I'd rather she speak to you than myself, I don't wish to speak for her, you know? Also, her punches hurt." She giggles lightly and sighs. "Worship is many things to many people, but I would say that if it feels like a collar, you should run, not walk... run away. Any God that requires you to be collared has only ill intentions for you."

"Not just her punches. You ever try to keep up with her on one of her runs? Wasn't sure if I was going to puke, pass out or have a heart attack first." Culix complains and shakes her head. "Everything about training with Aryia hurts. I'm getting a cramp in my calf just thinking about it."

After a moment, and a sip of tea, she continues, "Like I say, pretty scary. Definitely gives off those classic Mul Matron vibes, if you know what I mean. But, she helped me put some shit going on with me into context. Which made it a bit less scary, I guess." she says and then gives another shrug. "I used to be green, you know." she adds.

"And, yeah, I guess I know what you mean. I was never really pious as a kid, even when I signed up with this damn cult, I didn't take it too seriously. At the time it was just, you know, a cool tattoo, an angsty ceremony and a gang to roll with." she sighs, and rubs her cheek again. "'course, I know better these days."

"I tend to vomit.", Simony says casually. "But it does make us harder, doesn't it? Worth it in the end." She pauses a moment to yawn, and take another, longer sip of tea. "Yes, I have hard the older Mul'neissa are like that. And they definitely got it from Taara."

The Gobbo blinks. "Oh, green? Hmm, so what has changed your skin colour? I am used to seeing..." She holds up a pale hand. "Odd colours in people."

"We all want to belong to something bigger than ourselves. To have a purpose. To be needed. It's only natural." Her hand reaches out to pat at Culix' arm. "I am happy for you, that you have found a brighter, if shadowy, path to follow."

"I thought it was some kinda curse at first." Culix tells Simony then, and she takes another sip from her tea. "But Aryia's mom thought it was some kind of connection to the Shadow Plane. So I looked into that. And seems like she was right. My connection's been getting deeper, which freaked me out at first 'cause topographically, that's one step closer to the lower planes." she says. "But, more I learned about it, more I figured the Shadow plane isn't... evil, really. I mean, it's pretty hostile to living things, but that's just its nature." she says then.

She gives a half shrug and a small smile, "But uh, that sort of lead me into finding out more about Ceinara and figuring well- flames cast shadows." she adds then, "I don't really... know how to explain it better than that."

"Indeed, if you look at it from a strictly plane-centric view. And being hostile is different from being evil, you have the right of it there." Simony nods, and takes a sip of tea. Her takes up the teapot, and refills both mugs. "So somewhere in your life, you've picked up an interesting... aspect? Power? And you're working it out. It makes it much easier to deal with when you understand it a little."

The Gobbo lays a pale hand on the table, fingers and thumb spread wide. "You don't have to explain it. You feel it, you know it's real, that's all you need."

"Oh! Before I forget..." A sheet of paper is take from a pile nearby, and a pencil is selected from neat stack of pencils, all recently sharpened. The pencil begins to wiggle as Simony draws. "So the blades and handles can be worked into a wreath this way, with leaves drawn out to mask the kukri's shape further. And flames ... the flames could be done up like wings, on either side, maybe big enough to disappear into your hair? Or kept small and neat, more akin to Ceinara's holy mark, hmm?"

Culix shrugs her shoulders a bit, "I was actually thinking something a bit more elaborate, eventually. But something small to start is best, I think." she says then, watching the sketching and nodding her head slowly. "Eventually I was thinking extending it up to my jaw and down my arm, make it into a sleeve." she suggests. "All in black, still. Even if I'm usually all covered up when I'm working, still prefer to avoid any bright colours just in case." she adds then.

"So, how much is it likely to run me?" she asks. "I'm probably good for it. If I knew adventuring work paid so well I would have been stabbing rats and wandering through dingy caves instead of doing upper story work years ago."

"We can work together, then, on the design." Simony smiles brightly. "I can make it so that it can be added to in stages. All black makes sense if you wish to remain unseen in the shadows."

Her head cants slightly as she thinks about the price. "For a chance to tweak the nose of the Lady of Hate? Free. But, don't be so quick to put up some money. The tattoo change hasn't started yet, and we don't know if there will be erm... repercussions for doing so. I'm willing to worry about such things after, but honestly, it would be a gift, from me."

Culix frowns a bit at that, and then looks around at the artwork in the cell. "You did all this, right? And what I've heard is that you do good work." she tells Simony then, and sniffs a bit. "If you're good at something, you shouldn't do it for free. But, if you won't take my gold, I can trade in favours." she insists.

"Anyhow, I guess first off I should do a bit more studying. Maybe when I go speak with the priests at the temple they'll have a better idea what might happen. I can't be the first person to realize they were making a bad decision with one of the dark gods."

The Goblin winks at Culix, "The first one is always free." A giggle follows, and she rubs at her cheeks. "I am proud of the work I do, for my God, for my temple, and for the people of Alexandria. I don't get paid to do that, but everything I need is provided for."

"I do commissions for people, and for those I charge coin for. But your situation falls into the former category rather than the latter. Helping you escape your chains, physical, mental or emotional, is a higher purpose than selling you a fresco on your study's ceiling, or a portrait of you and your family. That's like charging money to be rescued from highwaymen. It's crass."

Culix shrugs a bit, "I dunno. Mercenary work is honest enough, sometimes." She says then. "If it weren't for the guild of explorers, I might have considered that walk of life, myself." she admits. "But I take your meaning. Still, though, it doesn't sit right with me, so you do this for me and you can call on me for a favour." she insists once again.

She drains what's left of her mug of tea and then sets it back down on the table. "Well, thanks again- and you know, now I think about it, we did meet before. Down at the river, you caught that crab." she recalls then. "I wasn't sure you was the same Simony, till I got here. Not a lot of gobbers take to the monastery life." she says and then shrugs. She hops out of the seat, "Either way, it was good to meet again. I ought to get a shift on, though."

"Mercenary work is relatively honest, but I've seen the life of a mercenary. It's a hard life, worse than adventuring. You'd be a tough cookie afterwards, but not the same as you are now, you know?" Simony smiles toothily and offers up her hand. "Okay, a favour for a favour. You have yourself a deal."

She pauses a moment, thinking. "Oh! Right, now I remember. You are awfully good at melding with the shadows. And we share a common complaint about the sun." Laughing, she finishes off her tea, and slowly stands. "It is nice to see you again. Okay, so... you go to the temple of Ceinara, and speak with the priests. If they can find nothing bad with changing the tattoo, then we can meet again and I'll start work. I would like to look into the magical side of things also, just how I am, curious, you know? And uhm, I can tell you how I got here, since you've shared a bit of yourself with me."

Culix nods her head again, then, "Yeah, well, planning to get rid of it one way or another, consequences be damned to be honest. But like I said before, don't want my baggage to snag anyone else so if it is cursed or something, I'll figure out how do deal with that." she adds. "And sure, I'd love to hear it- maybe you can tell me a bit about it while you're doing my Ink." she suggests. "Problem with these remote monasteries is they are remote. And I need to head back into town for work." she offers apologetically. "Thanks, though. For offering to help." she shakes on their deal. "I'll catch you around, yeah?" she says.

"Perhaps we might find a suitable place in the city?", the Gobbo offers. "For now, be well, and see you soon!"

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