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Kha

2017-09-17T14:45:01Z

Laefwyn:

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<center>''"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong.

''No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."''

::― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man''</center>

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| style="color: #9582d4; background-color: #3B3131; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>I Will Love the Light:</div>
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For it shows me the way... yet I will endure the darkness, for it shows me the stars.

::― Og Mandino 

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Khu|Hunter of My Heart]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| ''"... He makes me wish that I could sing, that I might properly convey the beauty he brings."''
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| style="color: #9582d4; background-color: #3B3131; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>It Cannot Be Seen, Cannot Be Felt:</div>
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Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,

It lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes it fills,

It comes first and follows after,

Ends life, kills laughter.

::― J.R.R. Tolkein, The Hobbit

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Eaglefolk]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Not your typical Egalrin, Kha more closely resembles an owl when her face can actually be seen. Her plumage is atypical of such familial ties, however, and what makes them so is largely a mystery.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Green Warden]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is a Ranger under the service of Gilead and stands readily against Caracoroth and his cohorts.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Seeker of the Storm]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is not content with waiting for the minions of the Wrathful to come to her, and believes that if the fight is to be won, she must take it to them. She seeks an artifact in support of this action, but as yet no public knowledge of her quest exists.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Roof of the World]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is from the very perch of heaven; she misses her mountainous home, as will become readily evident when dealing with her for any extended period of time, but something has driven her and her partner from it.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Awkward]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Even when people have managed to get beyond her subtle paranoia and suspicions, she doesn't really seem to know what to do in social situations. It's a bit like not knowing what to do with your hands when someone's taking a supposedly candid photo, only full-bodied, and full-minded, and ... it's all a rich tapestry of failure, really.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Secrets]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She listens. Always. It's getting her to talk that's the trick.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Nocturnal Hunter]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| There are things in the dark that are not there in the light. Perhaps she might lead the way, or maybe she might just take you deeper into the darkness than you'd care to go. Either way, she seems to know the night, and the things that lurk therein.
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Wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

::― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

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''I spoke to God today''

''And she said that she's ashamed''

''What have I become.''

''What have I done''

''I spoke to the devil today''

''And he swears he's not to blame''

''And I understood''

'''Cause I feel the same''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone''

''Right or wrong''

''I can hardly tell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''The righteous side of Hell.''

''I heard from God today''

''And she sounded just like me''

''What have I done''

''And who have I become?''

''I saw the devil today''

''And he looked a lot like me.''

''I looked away, I turned away''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone.''

''Right or wrong,''

''I can hardly tell.''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell.''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''The righteous side of Hell.''

''I'm not defending,''

''Downward descending''

''Falling further and further away''

''Getting closer every day''

''I'm getting closer every day''

''To the end, to the end,''

''The end of the end''

''I'm getting closer every day''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone''

''Right or wrong''

''I can hardly tell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''Righteous side of Hell.''

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''There's a reckoning acomin'''

''It burns beyond the grave''

''There's lead inside my belly''

''Cause my soul has lost its way''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''With the hounds of hell coming after you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

''Not a spell's gonna be broken''

''With a potion or a priest''

''When you're cursed, you're always hoping''

''That a prophet would be grieved''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''Can't you see I'm sorry?''

''I will make it worth your while''

''I'm made of dead man's money''

''You can see it in my smile''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''And the whole wide world's''

''Comin' after you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

''It wont be long''

'''Til I'm dead and gone''

''It wont be long''

'''Til I'm dead and gone''

''Watch the fire rise''

''Burn through my skin''

''Down to the bone''

''Scorching my soul''

''Nowhere to run''

''Nowhere to run''

''Nowhere to run!''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''With the hounds of hell coming after you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''And the whole wide world's''

''Comin' after you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Name:''' || style="color:#808080"| Kha Khurhi
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Apparent Age:''' || style="color:#808080"| Adult
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Height:''' || style="color:#808080"| 4'10"
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Eyes:''' || style="color:#808080"| Seafoam
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Plumage:''' || style="color:#808080"| Shifting Twilight
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Lineage:''' || style="color:#7e6899"| Unknown
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Cause:''' || style="color:#7e6899"| Vengeance
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #ffcb8f; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Position:''' || style="color:#7e6899"| Storm Seeker
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[[Category:Characters|Kha]]
[[Category:Egalrin|Kha]]
[[Category:Gilean|Kha]]
[[Category:Pages with broken file links|Kha]]
[[Category:Player|Kha]]
[[Category:Ranger|Kha]]

Kha

2017-09-17T14:26:23Z

Laefwyn:

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<center>''"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong.

''No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."''

::― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man''</center>

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For it shows me the way... yet I will endure the darkness, for it shows me the stars.

::― Og Mandino 

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Khu|Hunter of My Heart]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| ''"... He makes me wish that I could sing, that I might properly convey the beauty he brings."''
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Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,

It lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes it fills,

It comes first and follows after,

Ends life, kills laughter.

::― J.R.R. Tolkein, The Hobbit

{| width="540px" style="background-color: #000000"
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Eaglefolk]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Not your typical Egalrin, Kha more closely resembles an owl when her face can actually be seen. Her plumage is atypical of such familial ties, however, and what makes them so is largely a mystery.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Green Warden]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is a Ranger under the service of Gilead and stands readily against Caracoroth and his cohorts.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Seeker of the Storm]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is not content with waiting for the minions of the Wrathful to come to her, and believes that if the fight is to be won, she must take it to them. She seeks an artifact in support of this action, but as yet no public knowledge of her quest exists.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Roof of the World]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| She is from the very perch of heaven; she misses her mountainous home, as will become readily evident when dealing with her for any extended period of time, but something has driven her and her partner from it.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Awkward]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Even when people have managed to get beyond her subtle paranoia and suspicions, she doesn't really seem to know what to do in social situations. It's a bit like not knowing what to do with your hands when someone's taking a supposedly candid photo, only full-bodied, and full-minded, and ... it's all a rich tapestry of failure, really.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Secrets]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c| She listens. Always. It's getting her to talk that's the trick.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Nocturnal Hunter]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c| There are things in the dark that are not there in the light. Perhaps she might lead the way, or maybe she might just take you deeper into the darkness than you'd care to go. Either way, she seems to know the night, and the things that lurk therein.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Reaper]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| As a hunter within the service of Gilead, Kha is ever-aware of the necessity of the cull. As a result, she has become quite adept in the art of killing. Never without reason or cause, she may well be a ready ally for those she deems worthy, or needful enough.
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| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>We Cast A Shadow On Something:</div>
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Wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

::― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

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[[image:Whitechapel_3.jpg|500px|center]]

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| width="270px" align="right" style="color: #fff600; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: small-caps" |[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_l4Ab5FRwM Wrong Side of Heaven - 5FDP] || style="color:#ffcce0"| 

''I spoke to God today''

''And she said that she's ashamed''

''What have I become.''

''What have I done''

''I spoke to the devil today''

''And he swears he's not to blame''

''And I understood''

'''Cause I feel the same''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone''

''Right or wrong''

''I can hardly tell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''The righteous side of Hell.''

''I heard from God today''

''And she sounded just like me''

''What have I done''

''And who have I become?''

''I saw the devil today''

''And he looked a lot like me.''

''I looked away, I turned away''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone.''

''Right or wrong,''

''I can hardly tell.''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell.''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''The righteous side of Hell.''

''I'm not defending,''

''Downward descending''

''Falling further and further away''

''Getting closer every day''

''I'm getting closer every day''

''To the end, to the end,''

''The end of the end''

''I'm getting closer every day''

''Arms wide open''

''I stand alone''

''I'm no hero''

''And I'm not made of stone''

''Right or wrong''

''I can hardly tell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''I'm on the wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side of Hell''

''The wrong side of Heaven''

''And the righteous side,''

''Righteous side of Hell.''

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[[image:Avati_Wolf_2.jpg|400px|center]]

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| width="270px" align="right" style="color: #fff600; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: small-caps" |[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz5Mx3a8kRw&spfreload=1 Blood On My Name - The Brothers Bright] || style="color:#ffcce0"| 

''There's a reckoning acomin'''

''It burns beyond the grave''

''There's lead inside my belly''

''Cause my soul has lost its way''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''With the hounds of hell coming after you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

''Not a spell's gonna be broken''

''With a potion or a priest''

''When you're cursed, you're always hoping''

''That a prophet would be grieved''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''Can't you see I'm sorry?''

''I will make it worth your while''

''I'm made of dead man's money''

''You can see it in my smile''

''Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?''

''Oh Lazarus, why're you so afraid?''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''And the whole wide world's''

''Comin' after you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

''It wont be long''

'''Til I'm dead and gone''

''It wont be long''

'''Til I'm dead and gone''

''Watch the fire rise''

''Burn through my skin''

''Down to the bone''

''Scorching my soul''

''Nowhere to run''

''Nowhere to run''

''Nowhere to run!''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''With the hounds of hell coming after you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires are consuming you''

''And your sacred stars wont be guiding you''

''I've got blood, I've got blood on my name''

''When the fires,''

''When the fires have surrounded you''

''And the whole wide world's''

''Comin' after you''

''I've got blood,''

''I've got blood, blood on my name''

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These Are Dark Times

2017-09-13T03:58:45Z

Laefwyn: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> == Log Info == *Title: These Are Dark Times *Emitter: Sevati *Characters: Dubtle (Wtc4)* Malhari (Swb2)*..."

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== Log Info ==
*Title: These Are Dark Times
*Emitter: [[Sevati]]
*Characters: [[Dubtle]] (Wtc4)* [[Malhari]] (Swb2)* [[Sora]] (Ftr4) [[Kisaiya]] (Ftr5)* [[Aznara]] (Swb4)*
*Place: Alexandria - Nearby Village
*Time: Sept 12, 2017
*Summary: Something has been killing livestock. Something has been stealing children. The members of a nearby village that have been tormented now for a number of weeks has put out a call for aid, claiming that some ancient and wicked legend is at fault for their plight. If what they say is true, things are about to get much, much worse.
*APL: 4
*Encounter: 4 Dark Stalkers, 4 Dark Creepers (CR 9)
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It's a sunny autumn afternoon; the sun offers that sort of hazy, warm gold that comes about only at this time of year, and bathes fields rich with crop nearly ready for the impending harvest.

But... something is wrong.

As the party nears, whichever way they've managed to travel here, there is a smell in the air that goes well beyond compost or fertilizer in its pungent lingering. No, this is the smell of rot -- of off meat and stale blood mingled with rich dirt and a damp environment, heavy under the influence of the day's remnant heat.

In the distance, in further field than where the group approaches to the last brave workers of the land, there are bloated bodies; sheep, cows, left for the sun and soil, not dare touched by man or beast for reasons yet to be revealed. Nearer now as the heroes are, beyond the first lush rows, the fields have been scorched, lending to the air that charred, smokey taste that turns bitter as ash over time.

"Thank the Gods!" One of the haggard farm-hands calls out as he notices the arrival, one hand sweeping quickly over his brow to sop the sweat that glistens there. He jogs toward them, already out of breath, the dark circles that shadow sunken eyes speaking well of the restlessness of those that remain. "We thought nobody was coming, we did. Thought we'd been forgotten, us... oh... thank the Gods..." His relief is as apparent as his exhaustion, leaning his weight on the support of a hoe's haft as his head dips forward into absent nodding.

"They come in the night, they stole our children, they killed our strong and our brave, and they left us," An arm swings out to the handful of others still tilling and turning the earth. "Nothing but some old men, impotent... crippled, and... and..." He heaves a shuddering breath, his head lifting and eyes turning toward the sky, tears glistening in their welling without falling. He shakes his head ever so slowly back and forth, wetting suddenly dry lips. "We couldn't... do anything."

"The Tilimen," Comes another voice, spoken by a frail and shaking man.

"They'll be back, them. Back by evening, lest something be done. We couldn't stop them, no, but... but, we did follow! Quickly, Jon!" The first speaks, gesturing toward the withering elder that named their threat, now hobbling his way in some facsimile of 'speed', pulling a tattered parchment from his breast pocket with unsteady hand to offer it out.

"Here... here, this is where I lost sight."

The parchment is a crudely sketched map into the thicket northward that serves as broad border between this farm and the next, a giant scratchy 'X' slashed across in blatant accusation.

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At first, Chay notices nothing. He walks with his coat flapping at his ankles. His shoulders are tense, naturally and when they see the bodies...he slows. The farmer's upset seems to startle him, and he listens with a mixture of bewilderment and...

"I...I...of coursse we will help," he says, sounding overwhelmed.

The mustache quivers. Malhari sniffs a few times at the smell of rot further influenced by the heat, and his mustache almost wilts at the smell. Key note: almost. It knows better not to fail him in his times of need. He's travelled by foot, his armour giving the soft jingle jangle as the various charms and markings of the various deities tinkles against his armour, his curl-toed shoes keeping his feet remarkably comfortable for the pace that the man keeps.

He turns his head to regard the other arrivals - accepting them for adventurers before anything else, as nobody goes marching towards where help is needed for any other reason - at least in Malhari's mind. He beams a bright, white toothed smile that is then turned towards the farm-hand. "Nobody ever gets truly forgotten, friend. Not when one gives proper praises to the Gods." He quips, before letting the smile go as he describes the troubles. He then raises a hand, waving it towards Chay as his smile returns. "See? You are not alone." The hand drops, if only so that he can peer at the map - taking it himself to show the group if nobody else takes the initative in this regard.

"I'm afraid I don't know these lands very well, but my sword is always at the ready to help those that are being preyed upon - and darkness is soon coming, so, the troubles will begin anew." Sadly, he doesn't sound so upset by this.

Sora cocks her head to the side. Their approach doesn't have her feeling all that well, stomach swaying a bit. Its one thing to experience the blood of battle, another when its just...that. She nodes her head as she looks at the others. She is in her mithril breastplate, her artifice arm plain to see and nods, "We are here to help, appologies for the trip taking so long."

Aznara has her hood up against the sun... and her nose wrinkled at the smell of the area. Reaching to take the roughly-drawn map, she says, "I, too, will do what I can to put end to these horrors you've faced." That said, she looks at the map as she asks, "Can you tell us anything of the things that did this to you and yours?"

Inreality, Dubtle is /totally/ here. He's glad to be here, even. Ready to help, even, though he's been quiet thus far until now. Like something is weighing on the poor fellow. A raven sits on his shoulder, occasionally pecking at him and irritating him enough to when he eventually half-assedly swats at it. It flaps, squawks, resettles, and then whole proccess repeats all over again before long. "It's all right. We'll manage."

Kisaiya holds her nose as they start to grow closer to try and hold herself from the smell as much as possible. The Princess has a little of distaste toward it really, but she refrains from talking about it as she can see the others are equally upset by it. She looks toward the others in the group, listening to each in turn and deciding... yes, this would be a good time not to talk. Well, either she's deciding not to talk for that reason or maybe because she's afraid of what might happen if she opens her mouth. Oh Gods that smell.

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"Gods bless you young folk, gods -bless- you..."

The workers don't seem too inclined to stick around to chat for all that long, and those that were not in direct contact with the heroes are edging their way toward their homes with the sort of fear that comes from surviving when no others have. The arrival of the heroes has done little to soothe the growing fear, the knowledge that what they have seen pales in comparison to what they are certain will come next.

Then again, they know the legends.

Our heroes may not.

At the mention of evening coming, the old man darts his cloudy eyes toward the skies in a squinting study, his brows knitting and chin giving a quiver despite his best efforts. This poor man, the guilt etched into his features, the sorrow that is so sublime that songs should be written of its purity, so obvious that it is difficult to ignore. "Please do what we could not. I... must get inside... please, if you've no torches, take ours. Find them, or..." There's a pause in his speech, his head giving a shake as drooping lids close briefly. "... or avenge them, at least."

"...they come with the darkness..." The second old man repeats previous sentiments.

The first pauses a moment to lift their bleary stare toward Aznara, clearly battling with the desire to forget every detail of each horrid night since it began. "They poisoned our waters and spoilt the meat, they razed the grounds and salted the earth where they walked... like black blight walking. They--"

"Jacob." He's interrupted, his head turning toward the man that pokes his head from a doorway.

"... they stole our light..." He shakes his head, backing away toward the door to his home, "There is only..." The door starts to creek shut, "Darkness..."

It's unlikely they will be answering any more questions at this time.

The way is clear, and the map is solid.

Looks like the woods await.

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Aznara... turns the map over one way... then the other. "Is... anyone, perhaps, more skilled at reading maps than I am?", she asks openly of the others, holding the map out for someone to take from her.

Chay takes in a breath from a chest that's suddenly too tight. "The Tiliman?" he says. He looks towards the others, and it's a while before he can admit, "I have never heard of them. Are they--" he says. "They come out at night," he says then, echoing Aznara's and the farmer's words.

Brave that Malhari may be, and happy to follow the rest of the adventuring party - after all, some of them even look like they know what they might be doing, and Dubtle obviously knows what he's doing, he got really mad and screamed at a fishman, and while he couldn't hear it, that fishman then later burst into flames - so, obviously Dubtle's reliable in Malhari's eyes.

To add some utility to his dashing smile and rapier, the Veyshan man opens the pouch that hangs at his side, probing around in it while they speak with the locals before they begin to depart - looking up towards them as he produces an everburning torch. "We'll do what we can to ensure that things are returned to how they should be. Please, lock your doors, stay safe." He offers, as he activates the torch - raising it above his head with his left hand to provide a beacon of light, and it doesn't hurt that the light reflects rather nicely off his armour and all those little helpful charms and deity icons, too. See, Gods above? Malhari doesn't forget you, so don't forget him. He even lifts up an icon of Tarien, pressing it to his lips after the rather harrowing last message from Jacob - and then he also lifts up the icon of Daeus, and gives that a kiss too. Luck and protection.

... You can't be too careful, can you?

Sora cocks her head to the side, "I think I remember a song, something about this, sung to children to try and help them go to sleep. He comes to get those that can't sleep, comes in the night." she blinks a little, lots of little songs like that out there, never expect something real, unless someone is just using the tale to cover thier tracks."

"How is dat sub-osed to helb someone sleeb?" Kisa says, still holding her nose as she shakes her head. There's a furrow to her brows to add to that, "Hey, you be'er sleeb or someone will take you!" A roll of her eyes and she lets out a sigh to accent it, "Silly." She offers a hand out toward Aznara to take the map if she'll let her. A bit of a smile pulling along her lips.

"I'll try. I've read more than a few."

"We may have luck in ssome of the housess, perhapss. Pretending not to ssleep." Chay suggests. He examines the piece of paper with the X printed on it. Frowns, turns it this way, then that. "And he losst hiss ssight, here. Worth checking out." His tail moves flick-flick from beneath the edge of his coat.

"I believe he said that they were following, and he lost sight of their quarry at that location", Aznara says to Chay.

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It takes no more than half an hour to walk into the wooded region that had been so clearly indicated by the remaining farmfolk; the sun is still lingering in the sky, but the haze has turned from soft orange to deep vermillion, as though the heavens bled in the wake of the legends that lurk within the gnarled copse. The canopy has begun to grow more sparse, leaving more space for the light to filter through into what would have been shadows nigh impenetrable earlier on in the year.

It does, however, cast harrowing red-silhouette spectres whenever the wind blows.

The shadows dutifully bend to the everburning torch, keeping well away from wherever the Veyshanti man walks. There's the rattling skitter of dried leaves across the ground, like the thicket snickered at the plight of those that dared brave their way within -- likely just nerves, fueled by superstition, ignited by the shame-soaked warnings of the farmers left behind.

The map is easy to read, even if the woods themselves are slightly more difficult to navigate than one may have thought -- it's no wonder the old man lost sight on them from this final vantage. Even still, the group is able to make their way to the last known location of those that were reportedly taken. And there, the wind deadens, and the leaves go to sleep.

It's sudden and silent, the slender blades that sink through armour and into flesh seemingly from nowhere; and now, in the light, two slender figures in ratty, reeking black rags set about the first prey to meet their hungry... gaze? A pale nose is all that can be seen betwixt the wrappings, suggesting that perhaps the light was not what drew them.

Despite the negligible damage done by their weapons, Malhari first will begin to feel the unwellness work its way into feeble meat. Kisaiya is clearly made of sturdier stuff, but it certainly doesn't go without a flash of notice, a weakening at the knees, a faltering in a step before it is worked clean.

Beyond their sight, a third flees further into the deep places.

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"What the hell are these things?!" Kisaiya shakes her head, trying to clear whatever that feeling was. That poison that she luckily shook off, she was (thankfully) holding her scythe at the time too. As the creature steps away from her and moves on Malhari, she gave it a swipe with that scythe and followed it up by moving after it. She slides quickly, her scythe arcing, she sweeps it up -- using her hip to help push the haft -- and it arcs right on through... whatever it is, cutting it down.

Chay backs the hell up, feet moving fast from one behind the next. He drops his bow to hand, and draws back. The Hunter guides him truly, a howl to the wind. It lands, twinging in the creature's fetid flesh, a flash of feather against rot.

Breathing harshly, he lowers it. He grips the bow fiercely. Looks around. Wha--?

Aznara pulls her whip from its hanger on her right hip as the action starts. Seeing that Kisaiya's dealing with one, she turns to see Chay putting an arrow into another. Unfurling her whip with a flicking motion of her arm, she then, with twirl of her arm over her head, sends the length of it past the archer... and with a *CRACK*, the thing's neck is torn open by the whip's working end, sending it sprawling to the ground holding its neck as its lifeblood spills.

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There is a shrill, piercing cry that echoes out from the first of the creatures to be brought down; it is answered in the distance, not by one, but several 'voices' that chitter and whine, creeping up the spine like a bitter breeze, or spiders through your veins, and abruptly ceases. As the second creature falls, muscles twitching, fingers twisting in the dirt and wetted leaves, still the silence persists. It's as though the darkness of this place had swallowed their dying cry.

Suddenly, the corpses explode into light, hot and bright, and then are gone.

A thick, hissing fog rolls from the very brink of the forest's inner edge, denying what light remained of the evening sun; even the bloodshed spectres have disappeared now, and the dance has ended. What is left when all of this has gone is ... a feeling. Like being watched, or being truly -seen- by the nothing that surrounds them.

Whatever was calling back to those pitiful things... it's in the fog.

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Being stabbed? Not great. Being stabbed with poisoned daggers? Double-not-good. Whats that, Malhari? Poisoned and still suffering from its effects? Feeling the immense weakness flowing through your muscles? Pish posh. That's just the burn of adrenaline, the rush to fight in comb-- And then they explode into bright white, and a pile of filthy something is left in tis wake. Oh, great.

Blinking the spots from his eyes, and giving an appropriate bow of his head in thank you towards Aznara - or the blur that looks like that one the most - he then promptly goes on after the fleeing little monstrosity, stepping into the fog - rapier raised in a combat posture. He doesn't charge on too far ahead, oh no, he's angry and brave, not angry and stupid and brave, so he lingers near the entrance to the fog, or what he thinks it is.

Sora watches as the creatures and other fight. She was already pulling her belt off the artifical arm grasping one end tightly and then the belt shifts and changes forming into a greatsword, which the smallish young woman holds comfortably. She was getting ready to charge but then the creatures go down and the fog rises. She for the moment just watches that fog, waiting for something to jump them. Running into the fog is never a good idea.

"Stay together, everyone!" Dubtle yells it at as he goes chasing into the mist after Malhari. He's not about to hang there. "Hey! Shark Bait! Come back!"

When he finally catches up with Malhari, he's grabbing at him. His wounds will heal, his pain eased, "You shouldn't do thatr!"

"...where did they go?" Chay moves in a slow arc, his vision trained on the shadows ahead, the bow at the ready. "WHERE ARE YOU?" he calls out. Marco! Marco!

...Polo?

When there's no immediate response, no immediate call, he lets go a low, warning howl. A hound's song. The Hunter's eye is called to the field. Weapons sharpen, eyes become keen.

Aznara holds up her free hand and, with a fingertip, 'sketches' a dimly-glowing rune in the air in front of her self. She then 'stabs' the four fingers of that hand into the rune, 'shattering' it apart... but some of the rune's glow seems to adhere to each of her fingertips. She then sweeps that hand up into the air, as if tossing something high... and the four motes of light separate from her fingertips, splitting apart as they grow into four balls of bluish light, each as bright as a torch, and arch out and to four equi-distant points around the party... and simply vanish into the fog. Aznara's eyes widen as the effect for which she'd hoped doesn't actually happen...

What has two thumbs and isn't having a good day?! .. Nopt Malhari! He's having an awesome day. At least in his opinion it is, I mean, sure, he might have been stabbed, and that venom is surely burning its way through hiss veins at an awfully fast pace - but Dubtle is here, and he just got healed, and he's feeling much better.. And look, there's someone else charging in to fight the evil. Straightening up firmly, he checks himself with a palm, hissing in pain as he prods at the seeping wound where the poisonous blade caught him with a bare nick. It's then that he raises his rapier, giving it a deft flick if only to make sure that he's still capable of being in the fight.

"I wouldn't be running ahead if we were all keeping up together! We can't just abandon the quest inwards - that'd be leaving those farmers and farm-hands to a terrible fate!" It's then that he calls back. "We're in here!" He shouts, if only so they know that at least Malhari's alive.

'...augh!"

There are shapes in the fog. "GET OVER HERE," yells Dubtle.

Then he opens his mouth. He's /screaming/. Only, he would be if anyone could hear it but the creature that just flung itself at Malhari. He's trying to do something.

"BE USEFUL, DUBTLE," squawks the raven on his shoulder, its wings flapping.

"I'm TRYING," answers Dubtle thereafter.

Kisaiya charged off after the other two, she didn't want to leave party members completely alone and especially one that was looking a little worse for wear. A heavy sigh, as she then watched more of them come out of the trees, a wince as she glances back toward where she left the rest of the party. "Damn it!" She hisses under her breath.

One of the creatures then careens out of the fog and she lets out a shriek of surprise as it takes swings at her. A dodge to one side, and her eyes wide before she steps back and pushes with her hip to slice at the one in front of her once more. "By the Gods, seriously! What /are/ these things?"

Aznara sees Chay go down... and that she's the only one of the party left who hasn't moved out of her sight into the fog. With -three- of these things in her area, she hasn't a choice but to back off even as Chay's hitting the ground. Ducking low, then leaping up and back into a flipping cartwheel sort of motion, she acrobatically maneuvers away from where Chay fell... and when she reaches where she wants to be, sends the end of her whip back out to *CRACK* right in the face of the one that's nearest her -- 15' away from her, now, after her maneuvering to keep distance.

Perhaps charging into the fog wasn't the greatest of ideas, but, to be honest, it wasn't the worst idea in the world either. The enemy is here, now! And sure, while he might have been stabbed a bit, and suffering a bit, and probably bleeding and poisoned and now feeling quite awfully unwell, Malhari's still standing. Faced with two targets, he turns his body just slightly towards the one facing off against Kisaiya, and scores a good flanking hit, stabbing into the side but sadly missing anything vital. As he withdraws, he barely manages a decent parry against the attack made against him, but this leaves him open for the second blade, and his riposte goes wide.

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It is a flurry of steel in the mist; wailing and screeching, babbling in the dark -- the fog swallows all light, all hope, the visions of friends and comrades, and the only ways out of here. From the depths comes the pleas of an all-too-human voice:

"Help! Help! I'm in here! I have others!"

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The strange creatures do their best to drown out the calls of the man in the deeper dark. A cacophony of the damned joins in some demented chorus to their cause.

They are whipped into a frenzy and explode in a variety of attacks that leave one down and others severely wounded, the hissing mist growing red with the viscous damp that's been spilled.

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"Stay close a moment. Brace yourself. You're about to get... large."

The raven pecks at Dubtle's beard. "About time you did something useful," it complains.

"I helped already! You shut up!"

Still, Dubtle begisn the magical incantation, looking somewhat pained even as it continmues.

Kisaiya steps to one side as the ''thing'' attacks, still moving and shifting right along with that scythe's haft turning one way and the other. The but end of it whipping about to keep it back and hopefully keep it off balance as there's a duck under the next attack from the creature. She swept the bladed end low, bringing it up for the metal to slice into Tili Tili Bom.

Aznara cracks her whip at the one she'd earlier so touched... and it dies in a flash of light. She instinctively shields her eyes with her free hand, then turns in place to try to find a new target.

And then Kisa... grows!

MORE KISA! Somewhere, Serra is THRILLED.

In any case, Dubtle stumbles forward after Malhari. "Shark bait! Hold up!" And then he's channeling that healing from Navos again directly into the wounded friend. Chay, he'll get to as soon as he can. Hopefully, he can hold. "Please hold on," he says to the fallen adventurer over his shoulder. Desperately.

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When the first of the larger shadow men runs into the fog, there is a hesitation in the others that mirror it in appearance. When it begins to scream, they all begin to flee into the mists just like the first -- all but for the smaller, white-nosed figures that linger behind to so viciously assailing those within the fog. It is their poisons that are to be feared, as their blades, sharp as they are, seem to do barely anything at all to the stout and thick-skinned adventurers.

"Who... who's out there?! Jacob?! Jacob, you old fool, you shouldn't have c--" A young man, just barely beyond his teenaged years, comes meandering into the visible circle within the fog, only to see the final Tiliman staring toward him, issuing forth a seething hiss. It jams its knife into Dubtle's shoulder before trying to sidestep to charge toward the sandy-haired fellow with the confused and horrified expression. Even as the thing is charging toward him, several children emerge from the mists and their stifled, sniffling sobs can be heard.

With a gasp, the young man turns and gathers the nearest children to him, leaving his back open, but the heroes between them.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE, MALHARI!

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In addendum: as the strikes of the heroes fail to bring the creature down, it flies toward the fellow in a blind fury -- but, the mist and the distance between them causes him to fail, and the thrusted knife goes wide as it misjudges the reach required. As a result, it merely falls flailing onto the sandy-haired man's back, wafting its reek toward the frightened children whom now begin their frantic, ear-piercing screaming. From behind, it looks as though the ragged wraith of a thing dry-humps the gentleman.

"GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF, GET... GET -OFF-!"

Get it off, ey? Ey? Looks like he's tryin', thank th'missus.

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Kisaiya takes a swing at the creature as it flees, but it's a bit of a shock because suddenly... VERDAMN IT! The swing wiffs over the creatures head as she increases in size. The whole thing threw her off and she looks over at Dubtle and feels a disturbance. Somewhere, somehow, Serra must have felt that. She just knows it.

"Thank Gods she's not here." A growled response before she starts charging after the thing. That, whatever it is, she still has no idea what to call these things. "Hey! Get off him!" She cries out as the enlarged (and in charged?) Kisa takes a vicious sweeping stroke with that large scythe, the blade of it whipping out and cutting into it. The movement a lot more forceful than she meant, carrying her around with it so that the flash of light illuminates her back.

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The children thankfully had their eyes squeezed shut when the explosion of light occurs, and though the sandy-haired man yelps at the sudden and unexpected feeling of a man bursting into heatless flames against his body, they all seem remarkably unharmed. They're dirty, they're skinny, they're streaked with tears and blood that doesn't seem to be theirs, but it looks like the heroes have saved the day. With the final remaining Tiliman dead, and the others lost to the mists yet still screaming, the mystery persists.

The day is saved, but is the battle won?

Are the villagers safe? Will they attack again?

To know the answers to that, our heroes would have to find a way to make the locals talk, or find someone in the city that might know more of these 'Tilimen' and the shadowy lords they serve.

Still, upon their return to the farm, Jacob is overjoyed to see those that survived make it back. The explaination of what happened to the others is short and brutal -- these are all that survived, so far as the young man can tell. They heard the tortured screams of their brothers and sisters for several nights, each time more distant than the last, and then they were left in silence once more. But, the children... they didn't touch the children.

That's all he'll say. The shock is beginning to set in, the hunger, the exhaustion, it's all too much. The old man insists they stay for dinner, what paltry rations he can scrape together.

It'll have to do.

With those returning to the city he sends a note for the Adventurer's Guild requesting reinforcements, knowing that they will need all that they can get in the nights to come.

------

~ Fin

Recent Logs

2017-09-13T03:51:53Z

Laefwyn:

{{AboutLogs}}

Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

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|Log
|People
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|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
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|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
|-
|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
|
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
|-
|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
|-
|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
|-
|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2015 Logs==
===January===

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|Date
|Log
|People
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| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
|-
|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
|-
|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
|-
|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2016 Logs==
===January===

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|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2017 Logs==
===January===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 2, 2017
|[[PrP: Winter Raids]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Astaren]], [[Zenia]], [[Malorn]], [[Josselyn]], [[Albain]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Troll Hunt]]
|DM: [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], Players: [[Nasrin]], [[Sadia]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ilmig]], [[Khera]]
|-
|January 3, 2017
|[[Scene: Penance Before Althea]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|
|MEETUP: [[Hayatiento Aerie Opening]]
|Lots
|-
|January 4, 2017
|[[Scene: To Petition Eluna]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 5, 2017
|[[Redeye Flight]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Scene: Bound to the Moon]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Astaren]], [[Aya]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|January 6, 2017
|[[Selerik Intros Elian to the City's Malaise]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 7, 2017
|[[A New Year Blitz]]
|[[Ollithial]], [[Sparrow]], [[Azarval]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Elian Intros Pendaril to Selerik]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Crimson Justice!]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Aznara]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Miriai]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Selerik]], [[Silmeria]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|January 11, 2017
|[[About the Door Trials]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 12, 2017
|[[Big Dreams and a Little Dragon]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 13, 2017
|[[Tracks to the Junkyard]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Azog]], [[Aya]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|January 16, 2017
|[[Interview: Mistress of Weasels]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Roselle]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 18, 2017
|[[Mysterious Box Recovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 19, 2017
|[[Checking Out the Wreck]]
|[[Munch]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 23, 2017
|[[Lodestones, Trails, and Spells]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|January 24, 2017
|[[Horse Sense]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Soren]], [[Aya]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|January 25, 2017
|[[Huldith]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[Drunken Blindfolded Target Practice]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mayahuel]], [[Bjoric]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[A Fault in the Plan]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bjoric]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Selerik]], [[Stjepan]], [[Fazhad]]
|-
|January 27, 2017
|[[A Conspiracy Discovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|January 31, 2017
|PrP: [[Lady Jaquetta]]
|[[Munch]], [[Aya]]
|-
|}

===February===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2017
|Meetup: [[Beer Khazad and Calzones]]
|[[Lysa]] [[Astaren]] [[Dubtle]] [[Hildr]] [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|February 2, 2017
|[[Frolic in Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 7, 2017
|[[The Rest of the Story]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|February 13, 2017
|[[Rats & Shadows]]
|[[Selia]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|February 14, 2017
|[[Erithamiel and Airships]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Garak]]
|-
|February 17, 2017
|[[PrP: Not For Licking]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Amythyst]], [[Nicolai]], [[Ollithial]], [[Zant]]
|-
|February 19, 2017
|[[PrP: Eye Spy]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Sasha]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ilmig]], [[Zant]], [[Ophelia]]
|-
|February 21, 2017
|[[PrP: Construction Season]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Karuda]], [[Dubtle]], [[Kore]], [[Zant]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|February 23, 2017
|[[Supplying the Brewers]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting New Faces]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Wilros]], [[Skadi]]
|-
|February 24, 2017
|[[PrP: Cargonia Requires Your Aid]]
|[[Aodh]] ST, [[Yokai]], [[Dubtle]], [[Zant]], [[Ollithial]], [[Sasha]], [[Albion]], [[Orenthial]]
|-
|February 27, 2017
|[[Scream from the Alley]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 2, 2017
|Meetup: [[PrP: Shadows Over Alexandros]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Safiya]], [[Aodh]], [[Lysa]], [[Sasha]], [[Zant]]
|-
|March 4, 2017
|[[PrP: Silent Incursion - LTP]]
|[[Sebropert]] GM, [[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Miriai]], [[Orenthal]]
|-
|March 7, 2017
|[[Junkyard Dragons]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Bronze Griffons & the Purple Rose]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Duncan]]
|-
|March 8, 2017
|[[Getting Acquainted in Rune]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Garrin]], [[Landau]], & [[Verna]]
|-
|March 11, 2017
|[[My Mommy Lies Over The Ocean]]
|[[Hunrar]], [[Dubtle]], [[Miles]], [[Kore]]
|-
|March 13, 2017
|[[Search and Rescue]]
|[[Aya]], [[Kiroth]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Selerik]], [[Bjoric]], [[Nadara]]
|-
|March 14, 2017
|[[Intelligent Combatants]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|March 21, 2017
|[[Stoner Halfer]]
|[[Roselle]], [[Lysa]], [[Munch]], [[Skadi]]
|-
|March 22, 2017
|[[Classroom Hangover]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|March 23, 2017
|[[Look Out Below]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Craft]]
|-
|March 24, 2017
|[[Mithralla Magnificence]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Kaj]], [[Roselle]], & [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|March 28, 2017
|RP: [[I'm Not on a Boat]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Vithnauruk]], & [[Whuridred]]. Emitted by: [[Ansrir]]
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|
April 3, 2017
|PRP: |[[Defenestration]]
|Emitted by [[Ansrir]]. PCs: [[Dubtle]], [[Ferrah]]
|-
|April 4, 2017
|[[Visiting the Maternity Ward]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|PRP: [[Owlbears Oh My]]
|Emitted by [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]. PCs: [[Charity]], [[Delilah]], [[Dubtle]], [[Saiorse]], & [[Vandred]]
|-
|}

Our wiki is facing updates, so not much was uploaded in April through June.

===May===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 15, 2017
|[[Outside Theater]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Runesael]], [[Sandy]], [[Soren]]
|-
|May 17, 2017
|[[Morning Coffee]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kestrel]], [[Selia]]
|-
|May 19, 2017
|[[Temple Crash]]
|[[Albion]], [[An'thirya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 20, 2017
|[[Poor Rum part 1]]
|[[Amythyst]], [[An'thirya]], [[Aya]], [[Munch]], [[Treeback]]
|-
|
|[[Poor Rum part 2]]
|[[Ferrah]], [[Sandy]], [[Munch]]
|-
|May 26, 2017
|[[Pretty Princess]]
|[[Amythyst]], [[An'thirya]], [[Aya]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Sandy]], [[Selia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 8, 2017
|[[Rightful Rest of Nahkte Rangi 1]]
|[[Raethon]], [[Nadara]], [[Duncan]], [[Munch]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|June 20, 2017
|MEETUP: [[Tales from the Wild]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Elian]], [[Viranchi]], [[Selia]], [[Boshter]], [[Tiasa]], [[Azog]], [[Nicolai]]
|-
|June 30, 2017
|[[Rivers, Cities, and Fish]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Bors]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 5, 2017
|[[Sparring in the Colosseum]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Kira]], & [[Azog]]
|-
|July 7, 2017
|[[Hunters Gatherers]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aerilaya]], [[Durrankar]], [[Svarshan]], & [[Azog]]
|-
|July 14, 2017
|[[Bardic Healing]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 28, 2017
|[[Mercantile Misshap]]
|[[Viranchi]], [[Galidor]], [[Gregor]]
|-
|-
|
|[[Marsh Madness Village]]
|[[Garrahk]], [[Lollia]], [[Walery]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|August 11, 2017
|[[Art Class]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aznara]], [[Kira]]
|-
|August 14, 2017
|[[Dollhouse Debacle]]
|[[Viranchi]], [[Sarcis]], [[Zant]], [[Nels]]
|-
|August 16, 2017
|[[Ga'Elian and Olek Meet]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]] & [[Olek]]
|-
|August 31, 2017
|[[Lost Locket]]
|[[Viranchi]], [[Malorn]], [[Gregor]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Sasha]], [[Kisaiya]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|September 6, 2017
|[[Amid an Oasis 1]]
|Kisaiya, Sasha, Alba, Arubesh
|-
|September 11, 2017
|[[Something Smells Fishy]]
|[[Dubtle]], [[Malhari]], [[Sevati]], [[Krom]]
|-
|September 12, 2017
|[[These Are Dark Times]]
|[[Dubtle]], [[Malhari]], [[Sevati]], [[Aznara]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Sora]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs|Recent Logs]]

Malhari

2017-09-12T19:02:54Z

Laefwyn:

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''"I clink," he said. "It’s undignified."

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Sevati|White Rose]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| ''"She is beautiful, beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful. It burns to be near, but the heat is too enjoyable to ignore. Her undeniable charisma is as deadly as my blade, and together we will write a legend so majestic it will be considered fiction."''
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| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #3B3131; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>In The Day When Heaven Was Falling:</div>
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| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |

The hour when earth's foundations fled,

Followed their mercenary calling,

And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;

They stood, and earth's foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.

::― A.E. Housman

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|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Veyshan]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He hails from the mighty dune seas, windswept and sun-kissed, and his people are still very close to his heart. He remembers well the heat of the sands and the shades of grand bazaars, and brings a piece of it with him wherever he goes.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Noble]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Born into wealth and luxury, it was his choice to leave that lavish lap.
|-
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Soldier of Fortune]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He served with mercenaries and learned to fight in secret; half part shame, half the defiant desire for justice.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Swashbuckler]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| From sand to sea, shore to sail; he learned on his adventures toward Alexandros that as much as he loved the glittering drift, so too was his heart claimed by the tempestuous mistress of the tides.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Derring-Do]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He has seem much that would constitute unfairness, so much injustice in the world. He has grown tired and angry. He is known to put himself at great personal risk to assist those that he would consider in need -- damsels and downtrodden alike.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Naive]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c| Until the last few years, his life has been the comfortable, blind existence of the noble merchant's son, where he wanted for nothing, but craved something more. As a result, he can be a gullible if entirely well-meaning man that is taken in by the crafty, and abused by the quick.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Song]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He loves to sing, to dance, to celebrate. He dreams of a day when he does these things -- when OTHERS do these things -- in the name of his legend.
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|-
| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>That's A Nice Song:</div>
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| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |
Said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.

"It's an old soldiers' song," he said.

"Really, sarge? But it's about angels."

Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.

"Why? It sounds cheerful."

They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.

::― Terry Pratchett

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| width="270px" align="right" style="color: #fff600; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: small-caps" |[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_MyUGq7pgs Malhari - Vishal Dadlani] || style="color:#808080"| 

''Bajne de dhadak dhadak''

''Dhol taashe dhadak dhadak''

''Bhandara chidak chidak malhari''

''Kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak vatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Dheere dheere badhi chali, badhi chali''

''Hai jo thi chingari, choti chingari''

''Bhari bhari bhari bhari bhari bhari''

''Hai mann ki almari, aaj almari''

''Hui satrangi, jhaali satrangi''

''Hui satrangi thi jo ye raat kaali''

''Ae kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak fatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Chaka chaka chaka chaka chaka chaka chaund''

''Apni basti re jhaali basti re''

''Rapa rapa rapa rapa rapa rapa rap''

''Saare masti mein''

''Doobe masti mein''

''Badi atrangi, hui attrangi''

''Badi atrangi apni ye jeet jhaali''

''Ae kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak fatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Bajne de dhadak dhadak''

''Dhol taashey dhadak dhadak''

''Bhandara chidak chidak malhari''

''Kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak vatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

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''Let the drums beat,''

''Let the cymbals ring,''

''Let the songs of happiness be played''

''Look how the enemy has been defeated''

''This small flame has erupted''

''Into a huge fireball''

''The safe of my heart''

''Has become filled (with happiness) today''

''This black night''

''Has become rainbow coloured''

''Look how badly we have defeated the enemy''

''Our neighbourhood has become greatly decorated''

''Everyone here is lost in excitement''

''This victory of ours''

''Is so colourful and unique''

''Look how badly we have defeated the enemy''

''Let the drums beat,''

''Let the cymbals ring,''

''Let the songs of happiness be played''

''Look how the enemy has been defeated''

|-

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| colspan="2" | <hr />
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Name:''' || style="color:#808080"| Malhari Samajhadar
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Relatives:''' || style="color:#808080"| Unknown
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Apparent Age:''' || style="color:#808080"| Adult
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Height:''' || style="color:#808080"| 5'10"
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Eyes:''' || style="color:#808080"| Burnt Caramel
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Hair:''' || style="color:#808080"| Black
|-
| colspan="2" | <center><hr width="80%" color=#413839 style="background-color: #413839"></center>
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Lineage:''' || style="color:#732626"| Halroon Samajhadar
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Culture:''' || style="color:#732626"| Veyshanti
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Birthplace:''' || style="color:#732626"| Tashraan
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Cause:''' || style="color:#732626"| Naive Heroism
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Position:''' || style="color:#732626"| Hero-In-Training
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Role:''' || style="color:#732626"| Fishmarm Target Practice
|}

[[Image:Whitechapel_Gif_2.gif|center]]

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| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=center>No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances ... </div>
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| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |
}}
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[[Category:Characters|Malhari]]
[[Category:Human|Malhari]]
[[Category:Pages with broken file links|Malhari]]
[[Category:Player|Malhari]]
[[Category:Radan|Malhari]]
[[Category:Swashbuckler|Malhari]]

Malhari

2017-09-12T19:01:30Z

Laefwyn:

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<center>''He took a couple of steps.

''"I clink," he said. "It’s undignified."

''"Everybody clinks. It's what soldiers do."''

::― K.J. Parker''</center>

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| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #3B3131; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>We Are Forlorn Like Children:</div>
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| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |

And experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial -- I believe we are lost.

::― Erich Maria Remarque 

{| width="100%" style="background-color: #000000"
[[Image:Whitechapel_gif.gif|500px|center]]

|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Sevati|White Rose]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| ''"She is beautiful, beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful. It burns to be near, but the heat is too enjoyable to ignore. Her undeniable charisma is as deadly as my blade, and together we will write a legend so majestic it will be considered fiction."''
|-

|-
|}

|-
| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #3B3131; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>In The Day When Heaven Was Falling:</div>
|-
| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |

The hour when earth's foundations fled,

Followed their mercenary calling,

And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;

They stood, and earth's foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.

::― A.E. Housman

{| width="540px" style="background-color: #000000"
[[image:Whitechapel_2.jpg|500px|center]]
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Veyshan]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He hails from the mighty dune seas, windswept and sun-kissed, and his people are still very close to his heart. He remembers well the heat of the sands and the shades of grand bazaars, and brings a piece of it with him wherever he goes.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Noble]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| Born into wealth and luxury, it was his choice to leave that lavish lap.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Soldier of Fortune]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He served with mercenaries and learned to fight in secret; half part shame, half the defiant desire for justice.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Swashbuckler]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| From sand to sea, shore to sail; he learned on his adventures toward Alexandros that as much as he loved the glittering drift, so too was his heart claimed by the tempestuous mistress of the tides.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Derring-Do]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He has seem much that would constitute unfairness, so much injustice in the world. He has grown tired and angry. He is known to put himself at great personal risk to assist those that he would consider in need -- damsels and downtrodden alike.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Naive]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c| Until the last few years, his life has been the comfortable, blind existence of the noble merchant's son, where he wanted for nothing, but craved something more. As a result, he can be a gullible if entirely well-meaning man that is taken in by the crafty, and abused by the quick.
|-
|-
| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Song]]:''' || style="color:#8c8c8c"| He loves to sing, to dance, to celebrate. He dreams of a day when he does these things -- when OTHERS do these things -- in the name of his legend.
|-
|-
|}

|-
| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=left>That's A Nice Song:</div>
|-
| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |
Said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.

"It's an old soldiers' song," he said.

"Really, sarge? But it's about angels."

Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.

"Why? It sounds cheerful."

They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.

::― Terry Pratchett

{| width="540px" style="background-color: #000000"
[[image:Whitechapel_3.jpg|500px|center]]

|-
| width="270px" align="right" style="color: #fff600; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: small-caps" |[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_MyUGq7pgs Malhari - Vishal Dadlani] || style="color:#808080"| 

''Bajne de dhadak dhadak''

''Dhol taashe dhadak dhadak''

''Bhandara chidak chidak malhari''

''Kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak vatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Dheere dheere badhi chali, badhi chali''

''Hai jo thi chingari, choti chingari''

''Bhari bhari bhari bhari bhari bhari''

''Hai mann ki almari, aaj almari''

''Hui satrangi, jhaali satrangi''

''Hui satrangi thi jo ye raat kaali''

''Ae kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak fatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Chaka chaka chaka chaka chaka chaka chaund''

''Apni basti re jhaali basti re''

''Rapa rapa rapa rapa rapa rapa rap''

''Saare masti mein''

''Doobe masti mein''

''Badi atrangi, hui attrangi''

''Badi atrangi apni ye jeet jhaali''

''Ae kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak fatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

''Bajne de dhadak dhadak''

''Dhol taashey dhadak dhadak''

''Bhandara chidak chidak malhari''

''Kadak tadak bhadak jhaali''

''Chatak matak vatak jhaali''

''Dushman ki dekho jo waat laavli''

|-

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|}

[[image:Whitechapel_4.jpg|400px|center]]

{|

|-
| width="270px" align="right" style="color: #fff600; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: small-caps" |[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_MyUGq7pgs Malhari - Vishal Dadlani] || style="color:#808080"| 

''Let the drums beat,''

''Let the cymbals ring,''

''Let the songs of happiness be played''

''Look how the enemy has been defeated''

''This small flame has erupted''

''Into a huge fireball''

''The safe of my heart''

''Has become filled (with happiness) today''

''This black night''

''Has become rainbow coloured''

''Look how badly we have defeated the enemy''

''Our neighbourhood has become greatly decorated''

''Everyone here is lost in excitement''

''This victory of ours''

''Is so colourful and unique''

''Look how badly we have defeated the enemy''

''Let the drums beat,''

''Let the cymbals ring,''

''Let the songs of happiness be played''

''Look how the enemy has been defeated''

|-

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{| style="background-color: #000000; color: #87d937;spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"
| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=center>Every Soldier Knows</div>
|-
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| colspan="2" | <hr />
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Name:''' || style="color:#808080"| Malhari Samajhadar
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Relatives:''' || style="color:#808080"| Unknown
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Apparent Age:''' || style="color:#808080"| Adult
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Height:''' || style="color:#808080"| 5'10"
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Eyes:''' || style="color:#808080"| Burnt Caramel
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Hair:''' || style="color:#808080"| Black
|-
| colspan="2" | <center><hr width="80%" color=#413839 style="background-color: #413839"></center>
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Lineage:''' || style="color:#732626"| Halroon Samajhadar
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Culture:''' || style="color:#732626"| Veyshanti
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Birthplace:''' || style="color:#732626"| Tashraan
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Cause:''' || style="color:#732626"| Naive Heroism
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Position:''' || style="color:#732626"| Hero-In-Training
|-
| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Role:''' || style="color:#732626"| Fishmarm Target Practice
|}

[[Image:Whitechapel_Gif_2.gif|center]]

{|
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| style="color: #bf4040; background-color: #413839; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: 30pt" | <div align=center>No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances ... </div>
|-
| style="color: black; background-color: #000000" |
}}
|}
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[[Category:Pages with broken file links|Malhari]]
[[Category:Characters|Malhari]]
[[Category:Player|Malhari]]
[[Category:Human|Malhari]]
[[Category:Radan|Malhari]]
[[Category:Swashbuckler|Malhari]]

Malhari

2017-09-12T18:51:04Z

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<center>''He took a couple of steps.

''"I clink," he said. "It’s undignified."

''"Everybody clinks. It's what soldiers do."''

::― K.J. Parker''</center>

|}

{|
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{| width="100%" style="background-color: #000000; color: #87d937; "
|-
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And experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial -- I believe we are lost.

::― Erich Maria Remarque 

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The hour when earth's foundations fled,

Followed their mercenary calling,

And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;

They stood, and earth's foundations stay;

What God abandoned, these defended,

And saved the sum of things for pay.

::― A.E. Housman

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Said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.

"It's an old soldiers' song," he said.

"Really, sarge? But it's about angels."

Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.

"Why? It sounds cheerful."

They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.

::― Terry Pratchett

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''There's no time for us''

''There's no place for us''

''What is this thing that builds our dreams,''

''Yet slips away from us''

''Who wants to live forever''

''Who wants to live forever?''

''Oh ooo-oh''

''There's no chance for us''

''It's all decided for us''

''This world has only one sweet moment''

''Set aside for us.''

''Who wants to live forever''

''Who wants to live forever''

''Ooh''

''Who dares to love forever''

''Oh oo woh, when love must die.''

''But touch my tears with your lips''

''Touch my world with your fingertips''

''And we can have forever''

''And we can love forever''

''Forever is our today''

''Who wants to live forever'''

''Who wants to live forever''

''Forever is our today''

''Who waits forever anyway?''

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''I close my eyes only for a moment,''

''And the moment's gone''

''All my dreams pass before my eyes,''

''A curiosity.''

''Dust in the wind,''

''All they are is dust in the wind.''

''Same old song,''

''Just a drop of water in an endless sea''

''All we do crumbles to the ground,''

''Though we refuse to see.''

''Dust in the wind,''

''All we are is dust in the wind.''

''Now, don't hang on,''

''Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.''

''It slips away,''

''And all your money won't another minute buy.''

''Dust in the wind,''

''All we are is dust in the wind''

''(All we are is dust in the wind)''

''Dust in the wind''

''(Everything is dust in the wind),''

''Everything is dust in the wind (the wind)''

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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Apparent Age:''' || style="color:#808080"| Adult
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Height:''' || style="color:#808080"| 5'10"
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Eyes:''' || style="color:#808080"| Burnt Caramel
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Hair:''' || style="color:#808080"| Black
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Lineage:''' || style="color:#732626"| Halroon Samajhadar
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Culture:''' || style="color:#732626"| Veyshanti
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Birthplace:''' || style="color:#732626"| Tashraan
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Cause:''' || style="color:#732626"| Naive Heroism
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Position:''' || style="color:#732626"| Hero-In-Training
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #cc6666; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Role:''' || style="color:#732626"| Fishmarm Target Practice
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Sevati

2017-09-11T18:15:08Z

Laefwyn:

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<center>''"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."

::― Shel Silverstein''</center>

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And in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

::― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring 

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Malhari|Desert Son]]:''' || style="color:#ffcce0"| ''"You burn so brightly... I fear you might gutter out... but, I cannot help but admire your drive to do good. ... Even if it doesn't always work out for you."''
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That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all.

::― Emily Dickinson 

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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Healing]]:''' || style="color:#ffcce0"| Though she is no priestess, she does possess the ability to ease the pain of others, both physically and mentally.
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| width="160px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''[[Sendor]]:''' || style="color:#ffcce0"| She doesn't like to talk about Sendor, but it's clear she has something to say. ... If she'd let herself.
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But of the beauty that still remains.

::― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

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''Imagine there's no heaven''

''It's easy if you try''

''No hell below us''

''Above us only sky''

''Imagine all the people''

''Living for today''

''Imagine there's no countries''

''It isn't hard to do''

''Nothing to kill or die for''

''And no religion, too''

''Imagine all the people''

''Living life in peace''

''You may say that I'm a dreamer''

''But I'm not the only one''

''I hope someday you'll join us''

''And the world will be as one''

''Imagine no possessions''

''I wonder if you can''

''No need for greed or hunger''

''A brotherhood of man''

''Imagine all the people''

''Sharing all the world''

''You may say that I'm a dreamer''

''But I'm not the only one''

''I hope someday you'll join us''

''And the world will live as one''

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''You'll remember me''

''When the west wind moves upon the fields of barley''

''You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky''

''As we walk in fields of gold''

''So she took her love for to gaze awhile''

''Upon the fields of barley''

''In his arms she fell as her hair came down''

''Among the fields of gold''

''Will you stay with me,''

''Will you be my love among the fields of barley?''

''We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky''

''As we lie in fields of gold''

''See the west wind move like a lover so''

''Upon the fields of barley.''

''Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth''

''Among the fields of gold''

''I never made promises lightly''

''And there have been some that I've broken''

''But I swear in the days still left''

''We'll walk in fields of gold''

''We'll walk in fields of gold''

''Many years have passed since those summer days''

''Among the fields of barley''

''See the children run as the sun goes down''

''Among the fields of gold''

''You'll remember me when the west wind moves''

''Upon the fields of barley''

''You can tell the sun in his jealous sky''

''When we walked in fields of gold''

''When we walked in fields of gold,''

''When we walked in fields of gold''

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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Apparent Age:''' || style="color:#808080"| Adult
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Height:''' || style="color:#808080"| 5'3"
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Eyes:''' || style="color:#808080"| Sunset Orange
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Lineage:''' || style="color:#813C58"| Lord Sabvriel uth Mata Istrates
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Culture:''' || style="color:#813C58"| Eladath
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Birthplace:''' || style="color:#813C58"| High-Kingdom
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Cause:''' || style="color:#813C58"| Truth, Justice, The Amyrrishcan Way
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| width="170px" align="right" style="color: #F874A9; font-family: jGaramond, Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-variant: small-caps" |'''Position:''' || style="color:#813C58"| Medical Attache
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Sevati

2017-09-11T18:07:20Z

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<center>''"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."

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And in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

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That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all.

::― Emily Dickinson 

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But of the beauty that still remains.

::― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

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''Imagine there's no heaven''

''It's easy if you try''

''No hell below us''

''Above us only sky''

''Imagine all the people''

''Living for today''

''Imagine there's no countries''

''It isn't hard to do''

''Nothing to kill or die for''

''And no religion, too''

''Imagine all the people''

''Living life in peace''

''You may say that I'm a dreamer''

''But I'm not the only one''

''I hope someday you'll join us''

''And the world will be as one''

''Imagine no possessions''

''I wonder if you can''

''No need for greed or hunger''

''A brotherhood of man''

''Imagine all the people''

''Sharing all the world''

''You may say that I'm a dreamer''

''But I'm not the only one''

''I hope someday you'll join us''

''And the world will live as one''

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''You'll remember me''

''When the west wind moves upon the fields of barley''

''You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky''

''As we walk in fields of gold''

''So she took her love for to gaze awhile''

''Upon the fields of barley''

''In his arms she fell as her hair came down''

''Among the fields of gold''

''Will you stay with me,''

''Will you be my love among the fields of barley?''

''We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky''

''As we lie in fields of gold''

''See the west wind move like a lover so''

''Upon the fields of barley.''

''Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth''

''Among the fields of gold''

''I never made promises lightly''

''And there have been some that I've broken''

''But I swear in the days still left''

''We'll walk in fields of gold''

''We'll walk in fields of gold''

''Many years have passed since those summer days''

''Among the fields of barley''

''See the children run as the sun goes down''

''Among the fields of gold''

''You'll remember me when the west wind moves''

''Upon the fields of barley''

''You can tell the sun in his jealous sky''

''When we walked in fields of gold''

''When we walked in fields of gold,''

''When we walked in fields of gold''

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Something Smells Fishy

2017-09-11T07:12:47Z

Laefwyn: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> == Log Info == *Title: Somethin' Smells Fishy *Emitter: Sevati *Characters: Dubtle (Wtc4)* Malhari (Swb2)*..."

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Somethin' Smells Fishy
*Emitter: [[Sevati]]
*Characters: [[Dubtle]] (Wtc4)* [[Malhari]] (Swb2)* [[Krom]] (Ftr5)
*Place: Alexandria - Docks
*Time: Sept 11, 2017
*Summary: The docks have been a hub of activity moreso lately than usual; trade is booming, and the trade is flourishing because of it, bringing more and more people to the shorelines to make their living, find their future, escape their past, or meet their maker. It's mid-afternoon when the commotion arises, and prying their way through the gathering, frantic crowd are a merry band of heroes -- but, what could the problem be? And what is that smell?
*APL: 3
*Encounter: 4 Sahuagin, 2 Sharks, CR7
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Mayhem.

An arrival to the Alexandrian docks has been met not with fanfare, but horrified screams and overlapping, desperate pleas for help, many drowned out by the sounds of a struggle, and the unconsolable weeping of man, woman and child alike -- fishermen families, wives that had come to assist in gutting the day's catch, sons that had come to learn their father's trade, none of which make any sense when questioned.

They only cry out for nameless aid -- their Gods do not hear them today.

You will have to do.

As the heroes grow nearer the crowd, they meet with gutteral, burbling words that sound much like a man trying to speak from beneath the waves. As though he spoke with great gales and rancid breath, they are bathed in the fetid reek of salty brine and rotted fishgut in their approach, mingling with a stinging wash of water chummed with blood to a point that the coppery pang can be tasted on mist-damp air.

Speaking of mist, there is, as well, a thick fog that's rolling in from the water's dreary front; in the distance the dock's lamplight glows hazy gold in the impending evening, at once promising that there is still a world away from this tragedy in action, and reminding them all they might never see it again.

"PLEASE!" The desperate, sudden outburst from one of the fishermen, "He.. he had nothing to do with it!"

"Gghive...-bghack- wghat you, mmglrp-hssk, have stgolen!" The thing that retorts speaks through a maw of jagged-edged teeth they can't seem to contain fully, salty spittle drooling from betwixt the yellowed dentition. Black-green scales and skyfire orange eyes, a sinew-stretched hulk of over 7 feet in height, hunched forward to dare the simple fisherman to deny his involvement in this apparent accused theft.

"Papa!" A child of approximately 8-10 years lets out a shrill yelp, before the flailing splash demands attention. Where he stood is now little more than ripples and the fleeting image of skin so pale it fair glows in its retreat into the murky waters.

"NO! KEIRAN! -PLEASE-!" The woman nearby shrieks, frantically darting for the shore.

"... I... I don't have an-anything!"

There is a pause from the fishman, bright too-large eyes squinting just so.

"...Vgery hgwell..."

Suddenly, the water erupts as though it were boiling, broken with a thrashing activity from below, the white wash churning crimson as the fishman stares on; cracked, dry, tight lips peeling back in what can only be described as a demented grin that reveals blackened gums and wretched fangs in their true plentitude, his chin lifted in some smug satisfaction that is cut short by the witless charge of the man that had so professed his innocence.

A burbled laugh swells and overflows as the much smaller man is caught in the most epic and foul-smelling man-hug, and the pair begin to back away toward the dock's edge despite the flailing resistance. The woman by now has reached the water, and is sloshing her way into the shallows, heaving with sobs and crying the boy's name.

"Somebody DO something!" A voice cries from amid the stunned crowd.

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"ENOUGH! Krom will not stand by! Fish man want to fight, then fight Krom!" The north man hurries towards the comotion, his twin blades flashing. "Krom does not know what fish man want, but to take child is never right."

"What... what's going on here?!'

Dubtle's arrival to the docks leves him startled. Here he was just coming down to buy the catch of the day for his favorite soup to prepare and all /this/. All this weeping anmd emotion and awkwardness! This is what her spends all his time in libraries to AVOID.

"...unahnd that man, creature! Unahdn him immediately." He's already racing towards the pair and their backing awy. Fish-Man-hugs are not to be taken lightly!

"YOU LET HIM GO! RIGHT NOW!"

Life is great. Life is good. Life is-- Mayhem? Oh... n-...no. No.

While many would consider the dockside to be a place of either great trade or great skullduggery, Malhari views it as the perfect blend of both. After all, no good merchant is going to give you an honest price first, and no dishonest thief is going to not give you a good thumping for your purse. So everyone has that bit of honesty and dishonesty that lets you know that you're really in a good spot. But mayhem and screaming and pleas for help don't usually get thrown into the mix on that. Nobody screams for mercy from a merchants prices, and nobody really causes mayhem for a simple mugging.

Malhari slips and shoves his way through the crowd, armour giving an audiable metallic tinkling as he dances his way inbetween two men that have stopped with a crate on their shoulders, giving him the space he needs to sort of get himself in there, so to speak. So presented with the scene - having just made it in time to see the child whipped away underwater to an early meeting with the God of Death, which earns one of the multitude of charms woven into his armor a quick kiss, as if that might hopefully be enough to see the child to its new place safely.

"I second the men! Back to your watery holes, monsters!" declares the man, who quickly thumbs his rapier from its sheath, drawing it with a swift and deft flicking motion that ends with its tip pointed towards the fishmen. The pose is kept just long enough to be noted - and then he's already moving forwards, cause while it's nice to strike a pose - there's already been one death.

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The inconsolable sobbing of the fisherman's wife continues in the background, muted and punctuated both by the sloshing splash of her steps taking her into waters most disturbed. Frantic hands paw about in the murky dark as she creeps deeper, seeking something that she will never find, but is compelled to follow into churning unknown as she wails out her wordless, mindless pleas.

From the fog, nearly too far for the average gaze, a pointed fin is there and gone again in a flash; whatever lurk below, our fine heroes will realize through their grand powers of observation that it heads toward the apron-wearing woman that is by this point neck-deep in the brine.

"KEIRAN!" The boy's name can barely be made out so wretched is her wailing, "KeirAAAAN!" As though she called him for dinner from a simple home's doorway.

"Oh no... no... oh, Gods, no! Mary, don't!" The fisherman is being backed toward the dock's edge, the grinning maw of the creature that holds him drooling that viscous spittle down over his shoulder and chest; a reeking, yellow-tinted slick that is smeared about by the crack-scaled muzzle that presses it against the man's neck as that cruel, choking laughter is growled out once more. The fishman's eyes turn toward Krom at his outburst, and he jerks the fisherman back toward himself all the more, hunkering down in his stance in a way that bows the man backward.

"Thgisss... glrp-hgss, dgoes not... cogncergn you!" It spits.

Gills flare and settle, like nostrils flaring as it turns its attention from one of the heroes to the next with growing apprehension, its outnumbered state raw and obvious. Its lips had begun to relax over its sharklike maw in its impending surrender, until with a stark suddenness it renews into a broader grin than before.

"Please! Don't! Ah--eh--p-please, save my Mary!" The fisherman pleads.

Then, with all the speed of a reptile taking to water, one of the creature's arms secures itself at the man's throat before it leaps backward and away into the blood-tainted shore, the man's alarmed scream swallowed up by disquietingly calm surf.

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Krom's blades flashes, slicing across his own scalp. the wound is shallow, but bleeds freely. Though rather than trickle down, the blood flows upward, soaking into the northman's white forelock, staining it a brilliant crimson. "By the Wild King, Krom shall not fail!" The warrior of Mestnorr charges into the water after the fisherman, a crisp autumn wind speeding his steps.

And then Krom is rushing fast. So fast.

Dubtle is feelin' the breeze from the other warrior as he goes by him at a high rate of speed.

"Oh," he says. "Oh no! Okay!

You, ah.. don't go too far yet! Swim!" He pauses, all but tripping over his robe as he begiuns to call upon the magic emeshed into his person through his pact with Navos.

A soft, greenish liht begins tr suffuse his hands. "Cruel creatures! You'll know no victory here!"

It sounds like he's quoting something he read somewhere rather than anything he actually means.

Malhari's footsteps go from 'thump thump thump' to 'splash splash splash' as the man comes charging down into the water after the woman - not the man. The large northman seems to have the fisherman, so he goes after the fishermans wife. After all, that's the swashbuckler thing to do, right?.. Right?

"Come away from there! There's things under the water! We'll try to look for the boy, but there's monsters afoot!" Is what he meant to say, instead, he flubs it by saying..

"Your son is gone, get out of the water so you don't join him!" ... Good job, Malhari. Good job. Way to go from Swashbuckler to Swashfurthertraumatizethewife, gain a +1 to your 'Traumatize for Life' ability. "Please?" is added on for good measure. Painful measure. He even attempts a charming smile.

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When Krom hits the water, he can actually hear the water-muffled screaming of the terrified sailor; someone should tell him that wasting all your breath when you're being held under water is not the wisest choice he's likely to make. The sound is overlapped with that burbling laughter from before, and as the fishman is fleeing into the darker depths, those orange eyes flash as though in warning mockery before being swallowed up by the swirling bubbles provided by motion and screaming both.

Rushing forward beneath the surface are two other fishmen, smaller than the first, but roughly the same colour. Long, gangly limbs brandish coral-formed tridents, as they speed toward the Northman in an attempt to aid their leader in retreating with their catch. Both spear forward, but only one finds purchase, digging a furrow through the man's bicep and further bloodying the waters anew.

Chunks of... something... drift by his sight.

All of this, of course, goes unseen to those that are still shorebound or dock-gawking. What THEY see, however, is a sudden flurry of motion as the water breaks and births one final ugly little fish bastard that comes clamboring onto the dock hissing and spitting, trident raised and pumped three times in the air in wordless threat. It makes only a senseless decree; 'HORK HORK HORK HORK!'

As Malhari reaches the fisherman's wife and rather callously informs her in no uncertain terms that her boy is dead, she winds up those beefy fisherman's wife arms and drills him fully in his cheesey face, one hand gripping at his weighty metal-covered shirt before fair wailing in his face, "KEEEEEIIIRAAAAN!". You lot won't understand, but it sounds an awful lot like the baying banshee howl of Malhari's mother.

It's horrifying.

With that, she pushes him backward and dips below the water's surface."

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Krom fehs as he's struck, and returns the favor, his blade drawing a fair slice of fishy scale.

"...the hell are you doing, lady? I get it, you want your son but nothing is going to be better if you drown yourself chasing him!"

Dubtle has a fish man on him. He glares at the fish man and points a finger at him, "Don't you dare. I'll scream in your ear and you won't like it a bit."

He's not really good at this part of adventuring, it seems. Still, a spell is cast upon the woman to give Malhari a chance to control her and get her out of being a danger to hersel.

Also, Krom is now huge.

Well. That wasn't the effect that Malhari was looking for. Nor was it the punch that he was looking for either, he was actually looking for a greatful woman that he could save from the dangers of fishfolk, but instead the punch in the face from a woman who has spent long days working has him reeling for a moment, his head turning back only to see Dubtle's spell take affect. "Hah! Thank y--"

Shark. Of course there's a shark. Nothing ever turns out easy now, does it? Of course not. Frozen fishwives are like fishsticks, irresistable. Of course, Malhari's not going to easily wrestle a fishwife out of a shark's mouth, considering that A) No. and B) It's a shark, so double no. So he goes for the best option he has at hand for the situation, he introduces the shark to his rapier in the most intimate way that is technically legal in the land of Alexandria, by stabbing it.

He scores a hit, goughing through the scales of the shark and bloodying the water some more. "Release the woman, foul beast! I have to save her! Even if its against her will!"

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It seems as though the largest of the fishmen is well and truly away, and with him the hapless sailor that is certain to find his doom in the dusky brine.

The two that battle with Krom continue to do so, and even as he scores a hit on one, the favour is returned with a clawed, webbed hand that manages to find its tricksy way through the man's defenses.

The fishman that had climbed onto the dock to do battle with the witch cants his head to one side at the threat the dwarf makes, lip curling upward as a shuddering, somehow spiney hiss is breathed out in its consideration -- like it just didn't quite understand. "Hgyou wgill ...scgream, yesss..." At least Dubtle's words gave the creature enough pause that he was able to get his spellcasting finished, resultant in the fishmarm going rigidly still, stifled sobbing still making its way from clenched jaw and tight teeth. Tears roll down her cheeks as she bobs there in the waters that have so swiftly taken it all from her, eyes so softly closing that one can nearly taste her surrender, and suffer her poison.

As victory seems in hand, Dubtle is fair skewed through by a trident of coral, so naturally sharp that it rivals the finest blades in the clean cut it provides. By some miracle, perhaps his God's divine grace, it misses all major organs but tears through the thick meat of his squat dwarven form. Just as suddenly, equally as sharply, the shark beneath clamps down on Mary's thigh with such ferocity that it tears it clean free; her eyes go impossibly wide on her features, a pallour stealing the living pink from her cheeks as shock is near immediate in its claim, her wailing scream deadened by the clench of her jaw and spell-insisted still.

When Malhari's rapier digs deep, it does release the woman from its seeking maw, but it's certain it isn't finished with them.

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Krom is suddenly huge. Huge-er. The north man is a little distracted by this for a moment, but he's an adventurer. Sometimes you double in size. Roll with it and move on. Glancing after the disappearing fisherman, the warrior focuses upon the local threat, and slices with his blades, the curved metal cutting deep, and felling one of the fanged fishmen.

"No!" This is all Malhari's fault! He was supposed to get the girl out of the water, not let her get grabbed by a shark! The hold spell ends and the woman is free to turn her considerable beating poewrs on the shark.

In the meantime, he is stabbed.

With a trident.

Holy /ow/. That frigging hurts. He staggers back, leaking blood frokm the three-pronged wound he just recieved before he opens his mouth and... nothing happens. There's no screamin! All the same, the fish-man suddenly grags his head as if he's rocked by the sound that doesn't seem to exist.

So, Malhari. This is your chance to redeem yourself. You've managed to get punched in the face on your first day of being a big boy adventurer, but now comes your redempt--And the Shark took a bite out of the woman. The blow to the ego is a critial hit, and the man almost looks like he deflates a bit, but bounces back by the fact that, well, technically the woman's still alive. Even if her husband ain't.

There's a roar of action from the Veyshan man as he lunges forwards in a rather well trained - if somewhat impractical - fencers lunge, working the tip of the rapier into the snout of the shark before flicking it upwards to leave a widened wound. His hits are starting to take their toll, but he still hasn't managed to find the mark just yet.

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Swimming from the direction where the head Fishman and the now-dead sailor have disappeared into is ... ANOTHER PARALYZER!

But, actually, it's another shark. ...attracted to Mary's blood.

One of the fishmen on Krom is unceremoniously eliminated, a blackish inky gore spilling from its guts as he's sliced and diced like so much ill-prepared sushi. Gas station sushi.

The fishman staggers as Dubtle's non-scream takes affect, bright eyes going wide and bulging with the strain of the anguish that wracks him, broad fishy mouth hanging agape, then ... closing slightly, opening again, clo--oh my god, he's turned him into a goldfish.

The second creature on Krom is a disappointment to his fish parents.

The first shark lunges forward to bite at Malhari, apparently having had enough of his shit. He's interrupting a fine meal. As soon as the spell is released, Mary begins screaming in unabashed agony, utterly unfettered -- the crowd that watches on in horror erupts into the hysteria that tragedy of this sort brings.

"She's DEAD!"

"SHE WAS A PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY!"

"I'VE KNOWN HER SINCE I WAS A BOY!"

It's Malhari's expert stabbing, however, that stops the thing from getting its jaws on her again as it fair pins him to the sandy floor before the removal of the blade has him popping up again. Why he oughta...

"... Damn my eyes!" One man in the crowd hollers out, before he snaps a chain about his neck and flings a sparkling something over the heads of all before the treasure meets the shore and is swallowed up by the greedy, languid lapping of the disturbed tide. With that, he's running off back toward the city.

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Krom's blades spin and slice. They're not ginsu, but they get the job done with swift effectiveness, dropping another fishman back into the brine, in more pieces than he came out of it.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

Dubtle is... well. That wasn't supposed to go like that! The worry is obvious in his feature at the gruesome wound endured by the woman and he's soon rushing past Malhari, blowing right by him as he moves to the woman and reaches out to grab above the wound she suffered. The wound being HOLY SHIT HER LEGS GONE.

Some of it, anyway. The flow of blood eases from it as a prayer to Navos is uttered, but it's likely also to be a prayer abruptly ended with a gurgle.

HEROICS.

Malhari watches in abject horror as the shark manages to once again get a hold of the fishwife. Sure, she might have just punched him in the face, but nobody really deserves to be eaten by a shark while they're trying to find some remanant of their son that they still think they can save, tha'ts just not cool. So, in response to this, Malhari lunges in with a bit more of the reckless and a little bit less of the precision, and it seems to pay off as the shark goes past him for the fishwife.

The blade sinks in through the snout of the shark, digging in all the way until it stabs into the angrysharkbrain, whereupon it hits the magical 'off' switch - and he yanks his rapier back out. He then turns, sweeping an arm around the fishwife and giving Dubtle a prompt nod of his head - sure, there's other threats, but the fishwife isn't an adventurer! So he heaves and tries his best to get moving, hauling the woman through the water as best he can, but it's not so easy.

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Krom continues slicing, dicing, making julien fries. It works for him.

It doesn't work so well for the fishmen.

"SSssscgream..." The last of the fishmen hisses out, "SSSSsssscgream... SCGGGLLGRREAAAAAM!" It bellows as it shakes off the dizzying result of his screaming, charging toward him with the trident low, until it meets the flesh of his back and hip, twisting and digging as its rage builds to some sort of foul-smelling climax, salty like brine.

In new desperation, the fishwife now clings to Malhari, sobbing out some incoherent babble until words finally begin to form. "Oh, Gods thank you, my... my b-boy, I need to find..." She's going somewhat limp now in the Swashbuckler's arms, her head flopping forward to meet his chest with wet impact.

"SHE'S NOT DEAD!" One in the crowd calls.

The crowd erupts in cheering for the heroes, even though that one fishman still remains.

"HAIL, HEROES! SWEET MARY, OUR MARY!" The celebration continues.

That is, of course, until a second shark pops out of the water just so to ever-so-daintily bite down upon Mary once more, retreating with violent shake back into the water -- drawn, as stated some time before, to the blood that offered promise of feasting.

There's a crowd-wide gasp, followed by dead silence.

"... SHE'S DEAD!"

"SHE WAS A PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY!"

"WHY, MARY, WHY!?"

In the sands, every time the waves retreat, sparkle with that disgarded treasure.

... Mary is ... not likely to recover.

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Krom moves though the waves like a titan.... well, maybe. the north man has never actaully seena titan, let alone one moving through waves, but he's pretty big, so there might be some parallel. Anyway, Krom heads towards this new bitey fish.... sharks are fish, right? Whatever, he's moving, but the water slows him down a little.

"No!"

Dubtle's call is grief stricken as Mary is bitten as econd time and this time with no chance of recovery. Tears well up in his eyes and he looks... well... sick to his stomach. Chances are he'll lose hsi lunch when this is over, but he did everything he could to wsave her -- even if that meant paralyzing her so she wouldn't swim into the jaws of the shark she eventually wound up in. He wheels around to turn on the trident-wielding fishman who's wounded him twice previously and he lets out a truly Khazadi bellow of rage that you'd expect from one of his wilder cousins. Or Fazahd.

In either case, a blazing white-hot orb of energy (and injury) sets ablasze the sea-man.

"BURN."

Mary's gone, the first shark's gone, and now there's a second shark. Why did life become incredibly complicated for Malhari. All he really wanted was to swing from ropes and save damels in distress and become fabulously wealthy and worshipped by many for his glorious mustache.

Instead, he's soaking wet, has blood in his jama, and is stabbing angrily at a shark that just ate the fishwife he was trying to save. So, no damels, no wealth, and no worshipping, instead, he let a PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY get eaten. As the shark turns to flee with its catch, he manages another angry stab - but it is not enough to cause the shark to belly up like it's compatriot, instead, he's left glowering angrily in the shark's wake.

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Even titans cannot move the seas at their whim.

Krom is... too late.

As the last remaining fishman is lit on fire, it begins its version of strangled, crackling screams that only fuel the nightmare flames as he hurls his trident out like a devil's pitchfork into Dubtle in retributive strike. "Wge wgrrgill hgave... whgagt iss ourss!" It insists, defiantly.

Whilst the others are busy dealing with ... alla dis... one of the people from the crowd edges their slinking, stinking self free from the masses to grab the glinting treasure the seas threaten to swallow up. As it is lifted from the sandy shore, in the distance a harrowing horn is sounded; sea birds above dive -- or fall -- from the skies and into the drink, offering a cacophony of screeching calls in some dischordant anthem. The dock community all seem to scatter, covering their ears and running for something they probably don't even understand, but they're all getting as far from the waters as possible... along with the crafty little beggar that stole whatever it was that had been discarded.

The fishman, burnt and bloody, begins to laugh, starting low and raising to wheezing cackle, punctuated by the crackling pop of his splitting scaly hide. "Heh, heegghh, hehgn! Hge cgomes!" It staggers back a step, stumbles in his weakness, drops to one knee and falls back into the water. Moments afterward, some 10 feet from the dock, his dead body will float to the surface.

Mary... Mary is gone.

The treasure is gone.

The answers are missing...

And something is coming.

For now, the only hope they have of learning the meaning of this has run off back toward the city, and it won't be found easily. Perhaps others in the city might know more, maybe the Adventurer's Guild should be notified, suffice it to say something must be done, and it's left to this ragtag menagerie to try.

... even if their last attempt ended in catastrophic failure.

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~ Fin (Haw)

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About killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.

::― Shannon Celebi, Small Town Demons 

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Instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

::― Edgar Allen Poe, The Black Cat

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And daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.

::― Samuel Johnson

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''Tili Tili bom,''

''Zakroy glaza skoree,''

''Kto-to hodit za oknom,''

''I stuchitsya v dveri.''

''Tili Tili bom,''

''Krichit nochnaya ptitsa,''

''On ezhe probralsya v dom k tem,''

''Komu ne spitsya.''

''On idet,''

''On uzhe...''

''...Blisko.''

''Tili Tili bom,''

''Ty slyishish, kto-to ryadom?''

''Pritailsya za uglom,''

''I pronzaet vzglyadom.''

''Tili Tili bom,''

''Vse skroet noch nemaya,''

''Za toboy kradetsya,

''On I vot-vot poymaet.''

''On idet,''

''On uzhe...''

''...Blisko.''

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''Tili-Tili-Bom,''

''Close your eyes now,''

''Someone's walking outside the house,''

''And knocks on the door.''

''Tili-Tili-Bom,''

''The nightbirds are chirping,''

''He is inside the house,''

''To visit those who can't sleep.''

''He walks,''

''He is coming...''

''... Closer.''

''Tili-Tili-Bom,''

''Can you hear him closing in?''

''Lurking around the corner,''

''Staring right at you.''

''The silent night hides everything,''

''He sneaks up behind you,''

''And he is going to get you.''

''He walks,''

''He is coming...''

''... Closer.''

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Saiorse

Saiorse

2017-03-10T17:21:35Z

Laefwyn:

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About My Character
Disdainful and dispassionate; a logical mind, a medical curiousity, a scientific parody, a theory yet to be tested. Choosing to cloak herself in secrecy rather than surround herself with friends, information has not been forthcoming from the new arrival to Alexandria. One thing is for sure, however: That gal ain't right.


[[image:Saiorse_PB.jpg|thumb|right|Saiorse Ava Eiv-Eidhain]]

Roleplay Hooks
* Saiorse is an Artificer of a fashion; though her studies are largely kept a secret, she is always seeking more schema and deeper understanding of the craft.
* A wearer of masks; more than the proverbial, Saiorse has several masks that she wears dependent upon the circumstance. The most common is a plague doctor's mask that appears to be a woman's face stretched over a purple-black leather-crafted beak that pries from the open mouth of it like a bloated tongue. There's surely a story.
* Creepy. Not necessarily because of how she's dressed, but likely moreso the lingering taint of the Kulthos common among the aberrant world of artifice.
* Likely sees you as a scientific or medical curiousity; is there something unique about you she might find intriguing? A reason she might want to keep you around?
* Rumour has it she's arrived only recently from Veyshan as some sort of diplomatic attache. Odd.
* Rumour has it she can't breathe without that beak of hers -- people say the strangest things.
* Seems to repeat herself often -- or, at least, particular words over and over.
* Can't seem to resist pushing buttons of any variety -- including personal ones.
* Often found in the military quarter, it can be assumed that she has some sort of connection with the armed forces of some nation or another; perhaps you're a mercenary that has worked with her before, or a diplomat that has been given her services in the past.
* She seems incapable of holding those nasty hands of hers still. What's up with that?
* There's an awful lot of liquid running through the canals and tubing of her mechanical accompaniment, though it's never made particularly clear whether it's pumped into her for medical purposes, or laying in wait for something more sinister.
* Despite her unusual nature, she is passably pleasant; she possesses a regal bearing, and could have once passed for some sort of diplomat or liaison, were it not for that 'wrongness' she possesses.
* A great admirer of art in all its forms, the pinnacle of unorthodox propriety and culture.

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Saiorse

2017-03-10T17:19:15Z

Character Pages

2017-03-10T16:56:39Z

Laefwyn:

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[[Category:Player]]

==A==
* [[Aasir]]
* [[Abigail]]
* [[Abrahil]]
* [[Aenyn]]
* [[Aegremar]]
* [[Agril]]
* [[Albain de Corveaux]]
* [[Alik]]
* [[Amara]]
* [[Amira|Amir'a al'Jarim]]
* [[Amithil]]
* [[Ansrir]]
* [[Arafel Gemlord]]
* [[Alba]]
* [[Aldean]]
* [[An'thirya]]
* [[Arnora|Arnora Stonesmasher]]
* [[Aria]]
* [[Arisha]]
* [[Arithand'ruil Thal'lassar'van]]
* [[Arynel]]
* [[Astaren]]
* [[Astraea]]
* [[Auk]]
* [[Aurala]]
* [[Aznara]]
* [[Azog]]

==B==
* [[Bashkim|Bashkim Sylaj]]
* [[Bennet]]
* [[Benthus]]
* [[Bor]]
* [[Boshter]]

==C==
* [[Carwyn]]
* [[Cesran]]
* [[Charlotte]]
* [[Colrick Voss]]
* [[Coldan]]
* [[Constantin]]
* [[Craft]]
* [[Crow]]
* [[Charis]]
* [[Cassandra]]

==D==
* [[Declan|Declan Hollis]]
* [[Devola]]
* [[Diemma|Sister Diemma]]
* [[Drok'thar]]
* [[Duncan]]
* [[Durrankar]]
* [[Dylan]]
* [[Dhanae]]

==E==
* [[Edgard|Sir Edgard de Lecadre]]
* [[Edmee|Edmee Sulwen]]
* [[Elessa]]
* [[Eliathitae]]
* [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte]]
* [[Evangeline]]
* [[Ethel]]

==F==
* [[Faiza]]
* [[Fiona]]
* [[Fiore]]
* [[Fishbelly]]
* [[Folkmar]]
* [[Ferawyn]]
* [[Fayde]]
* [[Fazahd]]

==G==
* [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas]]
* [[Ganbaatar]]
* [[Garak]]
* [[Garrin]]
* [[Gimring]]
* [[Godwyn Sylvan]]

==H==
* [[Haggerty]]

==I==
* [[Iadoth]]
* [[Ionus]]
* [[Iuitl]]

==J==
* [[Jahnavi]]
* [[Jareth]]
* [[Jessa]]
* [[Jian]]
* [[Jibbom]]
* [[Jessamy]]

==K==
* [[Kai]]
* [[Kailin]]
* [[Kaliara|Kaliara Sein]]
* [[Karelin Andarin]]
* [[Kerbasi]]
* [[Khera]]
* [[Kilian]]
* [[Kirran]]
* [[Kojot|Kojot Wydmy]]
* [[Koszhey Urvald Malinovyi]]
* [[Kravar]]
* [[Krom]]
* [[Kuumvu]]
* [[Kyra Smith]]
* [[Katyana]]

==L==
* [[Ladislaus]]
* [[Landau]]
* [[Larron]]
* [[Lash]]
* [[Latenat]]
* [[Leilani]]
* [[Leisel]]
* [[Lelian]]
* [[Lenore]]
* [[Lesmae]]
* [[Lilyth]]
* [[Lithuin]]
* [[Lunair]]
* [[Lysa]]

==M==
* [[Margaret]]
* [[Marley]]
* [[Matthias Haelker]]
* [[Meihui]]
* [[Mikilos]]
* [[Miles]]
* [[Millicent]]
* [[Miriai]]
* [[Miruan]]
* [[Mocharaos]]
* [[Mogrinaar]]
* [[Munch]]
* [[Myaris]]
* [[Myrana Jn'Rajh]]
* [[Mayahuel]]

==N==
* [[Nadara]]
* [[Nako]]
* [[Nerm]]
* [[Nysalia]]
* [[Nicolai]]
* [[Nasrin]]

==O==
* [[Oates|Jack Oates]]
* [[Oliver]]
* [[Ollithial]]
* [[Omah]]
* [[Ormarr]]

==P==
* [[Pallas]]
* [[Pendleton]]
* [[Pelka]]

==Q==
*[[Quixote]]

==R==
* [[Ralickwort]]
* [[Raethon]]
* [[Raniq]]
* [[Rassata]]
* [[Redmane]]
* [[Rhodes]]
* [[Roland]]
* [[Rogun]]
* [[Rayne]]
* [[Renfrey]]
* [[Rakim]]
* [[Rhar]]
* [[Roselle]]

==S==
* [[Lady Sandiel]]
* [[Saiorse]]
* [[Sasha]]
* [[Savengriff]]
* [[Sebropert]]
* [[Selerik]]
* [[Selia]]
* [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]]
* [[Setiawan|Setiawan 'Seti' Bambangputra]]
* [[Shaoqing]]
* [[Shyntae]]
* [[Silmeria]]
* [[Solace]]
* [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
* [[Sparrow]]
* [[Spike]]
* [[Ssylrath]]
* [[Stjepan]]
* [[Stirling]]
* [[Svarshan]]
* [[Symar]]

==T==
* [[Tak]]
* [[Takiyah|Takiyah Tinkerfist]]
* [[Tea'andra]]
* [[Thaim]]
* [[Thistle]]
* [[Thyrson]]
* [[Tija Woari]]
* [[Tsarra]]
* [[Tsunetomo]]
* [[Tatyannah]]
* [[Torgrim Stonehelm]]

==U==

==V==
* [[Vasya]]
* [[Vekson]]
* [[Velothin]]
* [[Vennan|Vennan Hartose]]
* [[Vroole]]
* [[Vuk]]
* [[Verna]]
* [[Virton]]

==X==
* [[Xiuhcoatl]]

==Y==
* [[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]
* [[Yngvild]]
* [[Yelrona]]

==Z==
* [[Zahara]]
* [[Zalara]]
* [[Zaxx]]
* [[Zenia|Zenia Petroni]]
* [[Zippo]]
*[[Zoob]]

[[Category:Community]]

PrP: Shadows Over Alexandros

2017-03-03T03:23:50Z

Laefwyn: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> == Log Info == *Title: Shadows Over Alexandros *Emitter: Yokai *Characters: Yokai (ST), Aodh, Sasha, Lysa, Safiya, Zant *P..."

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Shadows Over Alexandros
*Emitter: Yokai
*Characters: Yokai (ST), Aodh, Sasha, Lysa, Safiya, Zant
*Place: Border Between Alexandros and Desolation
*Time: Mar 2, 2017
*Summary: Long grow the shadows of Desolation, encroaching ever more over the distant reaches where it borders Alexandros in the East, causing theorhetical theory that something comes from that harbour of criminals and chaos. The militia have asked for volunteers to assist in patrolling a small portion of the periphery that they might put to rest some of the local murmurings and casual fear-mongering that has begun to kick up in result. Apparently they take it just seriously enough to want definitive answers, but not seriously enough to warrant the diversion of some of their units for the purposes of investigation.
*Signed up: Aodh (Brg2)* Sasha (Clr4)* Lysa (Pal4)* Safiya (Pal3)* Zant (Mnk4)*
*APL: 4
*Encounter 1: 4 Shadows (CR 3 Each)
*Encounter 2: 4 Skeletal Champions (CR 2 Each)

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It's been a long road.

The militiamen that have been tasked with guiding you out into this place have been relatively silent as the group progressed some by ship and some by wagon -- apparently the simplest route into a very remote location. Some information has been managed by the group in their idle conversations if only through the snarky, sarcastic remarks that have been bantied about in response to what the adventurers might have said to one another.

One: They seem to think it's all the imagination of people with nothing better to do with their time than conceive of a threat on the outskirts of their country.

Two: They don't have much respect for Adventurers in general, but are grateful that they're not the ones that have to hang around out here waiting for the shadows to creep 'ominously' toward their glorious home.

Three: There are maps and provisions in the wagon that these intrepid heroes may use to fuel themselves in what is, most certainly, going to be a gruelling game of 'What was that?' that's certain to last at least a day or two.

When they arrive, they're quickly offloaded by the soldiers that make mention of drawing the short straw at least a dozen times throughout this venture forth; bedrolls and rations, flint stones and torches, all the things that anybody might need in order to make camp and settle down for an evening.

That said, it appears to be evening now.

Strange, it doesn't feel that late.

It's probably because this place is always dark; a mountainous terrain that looms above a secondary threat to the sun, as the massive prison that makes its home well beyond the home of civilization hangs on the horizon like the executioner's hesitantly eager blade.

It's cold and dry up in the rocky valleys of the range, but the biting wind that whistles by is kept mostly at bay by a thicket of alpine evergreens -- not only a shelter from the bitter nip, but a strange stopgap refuge from the eerie sounds that played out during the steep climb to get here, making it hard to tell if something is coming.

And, surely, something is coming.

Once the team has been depositted, the soldiers say something about having something better to do, suggest that they will be in the area, and trundle away down some stony path.

"Try not to get hurt." One states in his casual retreat.

"Look out for anything spooOOOooky!" The second walks backward and away, so that the others might see the appropriately chilling, wiggly-fingered gestures he makes as he creeps backward with the finest example of crazy-eyes you could hope for keeping his brows high and pupils thick in the fleeing light of the torch his compatriot carries.

Their laughter is a foul and mocking thing as they leave the party to it's business.

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Zant somehow still manages to take all of this in stride, through the travel here. Even with the obvious murmurs of discontent about the presence of the adventuring lot-- and the whole nature of the job in general. Still-- someone like Zant doesn't really get a choice in wether to take a job seriously or not. It all has to be done.

But, it is the last statement that the soldiers leave them with that has Zant peering back over his shoulder at them with a mild measure of exasperation, and his brow slowly twitching. "...Somehow," he murmurs once the guards are out of hearing range. "...I get the feeling that this is going to be a pretty long night." A heavy sigh, then, and then his usual good cheer is back again in the form of a smile he offers to his compatriots. "Well! Should we set up, then?"

Aodh rocks in the wagon as it goes, his form wobbling and almost teetering here and there, and his knuckles would be white if they weren't made out of metal and thus incapable of showing such strain in the manner that fleshies are capable of. So, he grips on tight to keep himself in place and without toppling.

Then the Wagon comes to a stop, and they're more or less dropped off as the wagon and it's soldiers depart, leaving Aodh and the others with the supplies for the night. There's a single toned note escaping from Aodh, which one might astutely presume as minor irritation as the War Golen lumbers around the supplies, rooting out bits here and there. "Statement: Campfire required. Night encroaching." The Golem declares, as it begins to build said campfire, before using his left forearm to assist him in sparking some flint, getting the campfire going and getting some actual heat and warmth into the air. The chilly wind might be blcoked by the evergreens, but Aodh has some capacity of care for those flesh-units that are stuck with him. "Statement: Campfire created. Proceed."

Safiya rolls her eyes as the soldiers take their leave, blowing out a long, aggrieved sigh. "Between the Void Wyrm, the Iron Tide, the bloody demon menace, and whatever happens to fall on the heads of the villages, you'd think they'd treat this a bit less like a cruel joke. Well then." Plucking out a logbook, quill, and inkwell, the armored gnome begins to scribble away. Name, Date, Time, and a series of two-letter codes scratched under the 'Complaint' column.

The book closed with an audible *thump,* she seems to perk up a bit. "Indeed!" She says to Zant, clanking toward the supplies and parceling out the rest of the non-campfire goods for individual use.

While here, Lysa is quiet. She stands watch over the current area, ignoring the jest and jeers of the soldiers as she peers ahead... focusing on feeling what may or may not be approaching. How will she do that you ask? Well, every Paladin can sense evil when they put their minds to it. That's what she is doing. Merely watching ahead... into the near distance and searching for auras of evil.

Sasha looks back at the soldiers in a bit of disapproval before she looks to everyone else. "Soldiers like that don't see the real work when it's done....."

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To say that the night grew long would be terribly misleading; the hours, however, have dragged like a bucket through turbulent waters. It doesn't get any darker than it was, but it does grow colder as the time passes, and what sounds can still be heard through the barrier of trees becomes a more active myriad of nocturnal predators lending their harrowing calls through the distant deep of the alpine stretch.

Torches and campfire do enough to keep the chill at bay, stilling the shadows in their unerring approach, so subtle that the shift may be invisible to all but the most keen of men. Through the silence, undeterminate in direction of origin, a sigh is let out as though by the wood itself; a sound of surrender, the whisper of defeat, the rattle of relief in visible drift, as though it were all over.

Finally... over.

When that sigh cambers through the crisp chaparral, it's as though the entire brake has met an untimely end. There is nothing in those long moments, stretching on in breathless quiet for lingering minutes that insist upon those gathered a sort of reverent silence most commonly reserved for mourning masses.

Riding the coat-tails of that singularity of silence, however, something does stir within the stygian approach once kept so timidly at bay by the flame that had been lit by the war golem. This stirring is a catalyst, something churning within the paladin's guts just the same as it does out there in the twilight, something wicked and sick, something terribly wrong, and something quite clearly inherently evil.

Fingers of rippling shadow creep long into the flame's light, oozing from the darkness in trembling need, the sound of softly exhaled memories of bliss trickling in through that barrier that had kept the calls of the forest from offering alarm.

Finally, from behind it all, an idle creeking like naked tree limbs brushing against each other, burrowing its way in on the wake of those wistful sighs.

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Sword drawn the moment she sensed the presence of evil, Lysa states aloud, "My friends. Being moving in towards me. Make them come closer that I may draw the power of the sun to burn them all."

The deepening shadows have the plate-mail speedbump... not precisely on edge. Watchful, certainly, her beetle-black eyes roaming the encroaching darkness. "Nothing to fear my left poleyn," she mutters, unlimbering her flail... And starts, whipping around just as bony fingers skitter off her pauldron. "Alarm!" she calls, chains singing as she swipes her flail at her attacker's skull. "The dead march, 'ware!"

Watching and waiting, Lysa holds her sword in hand. She waits, waits.. steps a half pace back from one shadow.. waits a bit more and when all of the enemies that she can percieve have attacked their targets, she lifts her sword high in one hand, and her solar disk looking symbol in the other, "Even in the darkest night, the sun burns on brightly!" she calls out, radiance flashing outwards from her to sear the undead.

Sasha, just as Lysa channels her radiance at the skeletons and shadows, does the same with her own blue energy pulse radiating out and searing the skeletons as well.....

A low tone escapes from Aodh as the Skeletons and Shadows breach through the night and come towards the grouping. With his own attention shifted towards the blasts of light that come from Sasha and Lysa, the War Golem doesn't notice until the last moment, barely avoiding being run through by the Skeleton that comes charging towards him. "Alert: Undead. Statement: Engaging. Entering combat." blurts the monotone voice of the Golem, as he plants his heavy boot-foot into the earth. His spiked chain gives a single whirl, and he then casts it towards his opponent.

The positive damage from the channeling obviously has done its work, as Aodh's spiked chain smashes through the skeleton's spine and somehow overcomes the nefarious energies that hold it together - causing it to tumble apart in a pile of bones and dust. The Golem sweeps his chain back, before continuing to whirl it in a sharp circle, causing it to emit a high pitched tone as the Golem's red sight comes scanning and panning. "Clarification: Multiple Undead."

"Seriously, skeletons?!" Zant grumbles out upon this turn of developments. "Why is it always skeletons?!" He is apparently not pleased. He doesn't look any more pleased when a grouping of skeletons comes up to him and he's forced to stomp his foot down, and throw his fists into a sudden, rapid array of punches that smash through the ribcage of the skeleman and snaps the thing's spine up finally. "ORA!"

And then there's the sudden flash of energy-- the Sun. he doesn't even bring his arm up to shield his vision, instead calling out with a grin, "Do that again!"

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As the group begins to stand to face off against this foul foe, blades stab out from the shadows; longswords, gleaming as though they were aflame as they catch the desperate light of that one bastion against the seeming impenetrable dark of this place -- most swing wide as the skeletal champions that weild those weapons step free in a shaggy, stuttering step that brings them into battle. There are no sounds of aggression or upset at the way they skirt just shy of many of the combatants that have answered the call of curiousity, merely the unnerving and unnatural creeking of bared joints and chattering clack of jaws opening and closing as though they nibbled upon some tasty little morsel.

Shadows rise from the ground, their seeking, too-long digits reaching and caressing for the unguarded legs of the adventurers, glowing eyes seen amidst the rocky grounds of the campsite as they try their level best to stay away from the flame whilst still seeking the tantalizing warmth of the living that have intruded upon this, their latest point of conflict. The only thing that seems to rock them from their near soundless and inhuman seeking is that damnable light!

There is a piercing shriek that splinters out into the voices of many, hissing and wailing into the muted night as it tears through their unnatural essence, causing a wild lashing of their limbs to snap out at anyone nearby, though none manage to find purchase. The skeletal figures warp momentarily at the second wave, the scent of their dead remnants, those tatters of mummified flesh burning away rich and heavy on air turned stagnant. No sound escapes them, but their jaws do hang open as though they screamed with anguish, left in empty-socketted horror as their head twitches this way and that in some clumsy attempt at understanding what it is that's happening to them.

They're clueless.

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"BACK!" Safiya roars, her flail bursting aflame as it arcs toward the attacking shadow. This time, her strike is true, and the white flames cling to the darkness. "BACK TO THE VOID THAT COUGHED YOU OUT!"

Blade and symbol still held aloft, Lysa repeats her feat... radiance seeming to rain down upon her, spreading out in waves... she gets a fairly good bruising from a stab to her breastplate, but she sucks it up and holds her ground.

"--Eh?" Sounds out Zant, in initial confusion. What with the shadows coming up from the grounds and all. "...EEEEHH??" And this turns into surprise, and a brief moment of panic. "What is this now?!" His eyes rise up to follow the consequent rise of a shadowy figure over him, and he swallows audibly. "...This is bad..."

His eyes narrow immediately after, though. No time to worry. Need to focus. Slowly, he draws in a steady, deliberately controlled breath-- one that focuses something else within him, too. For a fraction of a second, his whole state is one of calm-- one that explodes immediately, as he stomps forward. "Ha--!" A fist flies forward and slams through the darkness of the shadow-- enough to leave an actual hole in the substance when the fist is pulled out. And then, his other fist follows, and the first one again, in a volley of vicious punches that scatter the shadow entirely by the end of it. With that done, he draws his foot back to straighten himself up again, with a quiet "Ora," let out, hand held in front of him, fingers up.

Sasha's prayer is still heard, but after the touch from the shadow...her words falter, and the energy isn't quite as strong as it could've been....

Skeleton down. Continual flashes of light. Aodh figures if he had a silly fleshy brain, he'd probably be getting a headache. Instead, he's watching the gradual disintegration of the shadows and skeletons from the constant washes of light that pour over them. Aodh emits a tone that stops, starts, stops, starts, and then stops. Probably some attempt at a laugh - but that cuts short when the Shadows screech. That noise upsets even the emotionless War Golem.

His boots thump into the muck as he lurches past the campfire that he'd only recently set alight, and promptly brings himself within range of the shadow attempting to badtouch Sasha. He hurls the weighted, pointed end of his spiked chain - spearing through it's form and causing it to disperse - before he then hauls the spiked chain back. "Warning: Incorporeal opponents. React appropriately."

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After the light had so viciously torn through the group of undead, not twice, but multiple times, they appear to have had enough of this nonsense.

That is to say, they put on their big boy pants and actually manage to do something for a change. Those writhing limbs of the shadows grip at Safiya and Sasha, the darker of the two having their tiny gnome face palmed by the abnormally proportioned spectre, that dark tone turning a sickly pale for lingering moments, blackened veins appearing at the edges of any visible skin as they painfully shrivel beneath skin momentarily parchment thin and equally as fragile. Sasha's constitution seems greater just then -- perhaps it is the will of her God, or perhaps the first of the pair was simply hungrier than its counterpart.

The light still chars and sunders, but still these creatures continue on their tireless pursuit of that which they have lost -- that life, so pure, so real, so warm. How they long for it, how those icy fingers dark and gnarled paw and grip at everything they can get, clutching at armoured edge, drifting through plates for one stolen moment of that which was, what shall never again be.

Their sorrow is palpable.

The skeletal soldiers simply continue to chop and hack, despite the fact that what remains of their body is slowly peeled away by the prying eye of the Gods that are so watchful over this fortuitously faithful group, their moaning joints the only suggestion of their discomfort.

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The shadow's chill bites deep, sapping the strength from Safiya's limbs. But one is not called to fight in Serriel's name, just to quail in the cold. Tearing away from the undead creature's grip, ignoring the rake of bony fingers against her armored back, the Veyshanti gnome whips her silver-headed flail around, driving it through the wounded Shadow and scattering it entirely. "IN SERRIEL'S NAME, GET YOU OFF THE SKIN OF THIS WORLD!"

Evading yet another clumsy strike from a Shadow.. Lysa twists her blade about and swings it as an attack... sunlight flashing off of it as she does so, wafting through the creatures of negative energy... burning yet again. Another of the creatures drops, and she remarks, "I ... I cannot be being doing that again."

Sasha is still feelin the effects of the shadow, but she still reaches forward to put her hand on the skeleton......and she stumbles....loosing the spell.

"Lysa!" Zant calls out, suddenly, and bursts up from his previous position to speed across the ground and towards her in a blur of motion-- one that's still somewhat easy to track by the trails of white and gold left behind by his scarves whipping along with the wind. And in the very next instant, he's flying through the air, with a foot thrust forward-- and through the shadow before the Sunblade, sending that one dissipating now, too.

Combat is now apparently going the way it should be - in Aodh's favour. With the Shadows removed by both blows and the holy magics of those around him, his attention shifts to the one remaining skeleton that remains standing in the face of all that is 'Good' and 'Right', aka: Not a filthy undead, thank you. You're awful. Go away!

In retaliation to the awful presence of the Skeleton, Aodh's form shifts in and he hurls the weighted tip of his spiked chain through the air - only for it to skip inbetween the ribcage. So Aodh yanks, hoping to catch something on the way out - and it slides out neatly inbetween the ribs once more. There's an audiable *creak* as the Golem's jaw drops open, before a *clunk* as it snaps shut. A singular harsh tone escapes from the Golem. "Emotion: Irritation."

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It is a massacre.

At least, it would be, were these things not already dead.

There is a lingering, mournful cry that's let out when the shadows are scattered back into the darkness from wence they came -- most probably just part of some greater gestalt shadow that shalll bring havoc down upon the city at a later date -- but, for now, gone like smoke on the wind. The skeletons are wittled down like so much wood on an old man's porch, little more than shattered bone and remnants of a greater entity that existed once upon a time. If one were to pause a moment to notice, they may make out the weathered, beaten and broken insignia of Serriel emblazoned here or there, warped and mudded by their unnatural state.

Finally, only one remains. The most stubborn of skeletons, staring vacantly toward Safiya, pitch sockets almost seeming to plead with the gnome to end this terrible thing; to let the light shine where it has not dared in an age.

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"I understand," Safiya pants, hefting her mace for one final swing. Her withered muscles, however, are not up to the task, merely cracking away one of the skeleton's teeth.

With the way things have been going, Lysa's sword comes down from its waving around to make sunlight. The blade is however blazing with energy. She hesitates a moment as others do their things.. waiting for her moment before she steps forward, spinning about and using her full body weight to accelerate her weapon. The blade smashes and burns its way through the remains of the skeleton.. scattering ribs, spine, and even some of the skull in her angular swipe.

She recovers from the strike and looks about, "Is that being all of them?" she asks, not like she wants more, but mostly worried, because she is quite.. tired. Worn out of magic.

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Something foul is afoot.

And it isn't just the skeletons' feet.

When Safiya strikes out at the last remaining skeleton and manages to bash out a tooth, it only stands there staring at her, as thought to say 'Why? I trusted you.'. Its head turns toward the others of the party with a plaintiff moaning, jaw hanging loosely on damaged hinge, as though in utter exasperation at the events that have unfolded. It's about then, however, that Lysa comes through with a devestating blow that leaves it shattered upon the ground, jaw giving one or two final snaps shut and creeks open before it simply lay there.

There is something that sits wrong in the gut, something that speaks of ... more. A feeling on the air that doesn't dissipate when the undead are brought down, but instead only seems to impress itself all the more upon this place, swallowing up the guttering light of the fire in its tyrannical approach.

It's hours without the return of the soldiers, time that stretches on with the flame rising to nothing more than embers. Should the party eventually leave to look for them, they will find nothing more than a wagon and steed, abandoned on the path about a mile out. Hanging from the sides are bits of cloth that look as though they once belonged to a banner of some contingient, grey and gold, but without the insignia of Serriel that could have once been spied on the armour of those that were struck down in the scuffle.

No, instead, this is streaked through with crimson and black, as though someone had thrown ink across it in a violent, angled assault. When the group happens upon it, it still drips marbled red onto the stony path. Further efforts to locate the soldiers reveal nothing, and no matter how long this group of well-meant derring-do waits, they do not return. They will be forced to return to the city without their former guides, sooner rather than later.

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~Fin

Recent Logs

2017-03-03T03:20:03Z

Laefwyn:

[[Category:Logs]]
{{AboutLogs}}

Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
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|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
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|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
|-
|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
|
|-
|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
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|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
|-
|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
|-
|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2015 Logs==
===Janurary===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
|-
|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
|-
|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
|-
|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2016 Logs==
===January===

{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}

'''[[Archived_Logs|More...]]'''

==2017 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 2, 2017
|[[PrP: Winter Raids]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Astaren]], [[Zenia]], [[Malorn]], [[Josselyn]], [[Albain]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Troll Hunt]]
|DM: [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], Players: [[Nasrin]], [[Sadia]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ilmig]], [[Khera]]
|-
|January 3, 2017
|[[Scene: Penance Before Althea]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|
|MEETUP: [[Hayatiento Aerie Opening]]
|Lots
|-
|January 4, 2017
|[[Scene: To Petition Eluna]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 5, 2017
|[[Redeye Flight]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Scene: Bound to the Moon]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Astaren]], [[Aya]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|January 6, 2017
|[[Selerik Intros Elian to the City's Malaise]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 7, 2017
|[[A New Year Blitz]]
|[[Ollithial]], [[Sparrow]], [[Azarval]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Elian Intros Pendaril to Selerik]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Crimson Justice!]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Aznara]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Miriai]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Selerik]], [[Silmeria]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|January 11, 2017
|[[About the Door Trials]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 12, 2017
|[[Big Dreams and a Little Dragon]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 13, 2017
|[[Tracks to the Junkyard]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Azog]], [[Aya]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|January 16, 2017
|[[Interview: Mistress of Weasels]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Roselle]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 18, 2017
|[[Mysterious Box Recovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 19, 2017
|[[Checking Out the Wreck]]
|[[Munch]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 23, 2017
|[[Lodestones, Trails, and Spells]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|January 24, 2017
|[[Horse Sense]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Soren]], [[Aya]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|January 25, 2017
|[[Huldith]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[Drunken Blindfolded Target Practice]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mayahuel]], [[Bjoric]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[A Fault in the Plan]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bjoric]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Selerik]], [[Stjepan]], [[Fazhad]]
|-
|January 27, 2017
|[[A Conspiracy Discovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|January 31, 2017
|PrP: [[Lady Jaquetta]]
|[[Munch]], [[Aya]]
|-
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2017
|Meetup: [[Beer Khazad and Calzones]]
|[[Lysa]] [[Astaren]] [[Dubtle]] [[Hildr]] [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|February 2, 2017
|[[Frolic in Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 7, 2017
|[[The Rest of the Story]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|February 13, 2017
|[[Rats & Shadows]]
|[[Selia]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|February 14, 2017
|[[Erithamiel and Airships]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Garak]]
|-
|February 17, 2017
|[[PrP: Not For Licking]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Amythyst]], [[Nicolai]], [[Ollithial]], [[Zant]]
|-
|February 19, 2017
|[[PrP: Eye Spy]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Sasha]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ilmig]], [[Zant]], [[Ophelia]]
|-
|February 21, 2017
|[[PrP: Construction Season]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Karuda]], [[Dubtle]], [[Kore]], [[Zant]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|February 23, 2017
|[[Supplying the Brewers]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting New Faces]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Wilros]], [[Skadi]]
|-
|February 24, 2017
|[[PrP: Cargonia Requires Your Aid]]
|[[Aodh]] ST, [[Yokai]], [[Dubtle]], [[Zant]], [[Ollithial]], [[Sasha]], [[Albion]], [[Orenthial]]
|-
|February 27, 2017
|[[Scream from the Alley]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 2, 2017
|Meetup: [[PrP: Shadows Over Alexandros]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Safiya]], [[Aodh]], [[Lysa]], [[Sasha]], [[Zant]]
|-
|}

PrP: Construction Season

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Construction Season
*Emitter: Yokai
*Characters:
*Place: Artifice District; Alexandria
*Time: Feb 21, 2017
*Summary: The local Vardaman collective has reported a series of graveyard desecrations; a robbery of the belongings of the dearly departed, jewelry and armour, family weapons that once stood proudly on display in ancestral mausoleums, and in some cases bodies. These unforgivable crimes cannot be ignored any longer. Investigations have been undertaken by the church's inquisitors, and have lead them ... right back to the city. Their clues have brought them to a crossroads, and they require a few good men to stand vigilent in the Grave Matron's name at one of forks in the road to discovery: the district of the Artificers.
*Signed up: Karuda (Brg3)* Kore (Inq2/Mnk1)* Zant (Mnk4)* Aznara (Sor2/Swb1)* Dubtle (Wtc3)* Aodh (Brg2)*
*APL: 3
*Encounter 1: 5 Iron Cobra (CR 2 Each)
*Encounter 2: 2 Necrophidius (CR 2 Each)

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The day is dour and the hour is dark, low cloud thick over the city, lit with deep pinks and purples at the edges of their rolling descent, speaking of an unseasonable yet undeniably approaching storm. The streetlamps lend their golden glow to the pavement, reflected on the slick surface and still puddles that dot the district, only occasionally rippled by a thin mist of droplets from above before it grows calm once more.

There is a quiet forboding that hangs in this place, though it's hard to tell if it's anything more than the unease of the few people that still pace around the streets gaining an infectious hold; nobody seems to be talking, heads down and steps subtly hurried over cobblestones with the soft clack-clack-clack of a nobleman's heel turned down distant alley.

Like visions the Vardamen arrive from every unseen corner, hoods drawn against the weather, leaving little more than their mouths visible to the outside world, so wrapped in bandage and cloth are they. They are pale, from what can be seen, all with a rather striking resemblance in what meager features can be seen. When one speaks, all of their lips move the very same, even though nothing more than breathless whispers come from the outlying absolution.

"We are humbled by your service," Comes that one voice, before their speech is lost to the whispers the others once claimed, and the next can be heard with tone and inflection that suggests they were the same person. "Your offer of aid," It fades, the next rises, "For which they are paid," Through to the next of the semi-circle of five, almost an interruption, though the lips all move still in unison. "Regardless, is a gift before our Grey Lady."

They all lower their heads in a shallow bow, before the one in the center straightens.

"We are the Wilted Lily," He intones, the others still standing bowed, though their whispering can be caught by the keen of hearing. "Keepers of the honoured dead, defenders of men meant remembered." Little more than introduction, "Today, you are Absolution, a righteous voice to be raised against the defilement of our Matron's wards." There is a particular gravitas about the tone of his voice, no matter how softly spoken he may be.

"We have more options than time, more directions than men, but you..." His head barely turns, simply a fractional shift as though it were all he needed to survey those that have gathered, focusing then on Kore. "You will walk the final path. You must return the dead to their rest. If the unthinkable is unleashed upon them, you must put them down, and we will return them to their rightful place." His head flicks that fraction back to face fully forward, "... Be aware that the individual, or individuals which you seek in this place are unpredictable and believes themselves beyond the reach of our Lady. We do not know what he is doing, nor why, but his trespasses stand in flagrant disregard to the laws not only of the Church, but of this city. Go, but go with caution."

Another brief pause, before he adds: "Should you fall, know that we will keep you."

With that, the other four stand straight, and all five turn to seperate directions with a flicked flair of their cloaks, a shimmer of magics springing to life the spectral image of blue-white scythes in outstretched hands.

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Tromping along without any attempt for stealth, Miriai moves along behind Aznara's right shoulder. He is a far different design of golem from what most people see. There appears to be no clockwork mechanical stuff so much as.. magically animated statue-looking parts. His eyes glow softly and his limbs move almost like they are liquid ... solidifying when they still. "My Lady?" he asks after all of the monologue is delivered. It's his two word version of asking about a paragraph worth of questions.

Karuda strides her way towards the circle and looking down towards Kore with a smile. "Angoron follows you in." She then looks towards the robed ones. "Life may be but the beginning, when one leads a full life, they should be granted a peaceful rest." She then lowers her hammer with one hand. "Those that interrupt that sleep.....wish they were beyond Vardama's hand. When in fact....they are in Vardama's hand already......and she closes it into a fist..."

Aznara, like the Vardamen, has her hood up over her head against the mist in the air. She has her cloak pulled closed around herself, too, against both mist and the cold western wind that's blowing. "Might anyone see any vantage points from where we might watch the whole of the cemetary from hiding?", she asks of no one in particular, as she looks about on her own.

When the hooded men speak Kore listens. She mimics their gestures and stances, the tiny mulblooded woman bending to a knee when people come close to address her directly. She is wearing a simple tunic and breeches, a hooded cloak over it that helps to obscure her gray-skinned face in a manner similar to that of the men themselves.

"I will put them down in the name of the honoured dead and bring peace to the Lady. I am chord played by her Harp and the khopesh that that cuts the chaff of long life to make room for the young and new. All of us will meet again in her hallowed halls, warm in Her Embrace."

It isn't like Kore to be so formal but she speaks her quiet utterances formally and carefully. "Very well." Kore comes to her feet and takes a deep breath, dropping the hood of her cloak to reveal her dark hair as it falls. "Let us find our foe. If you brought holy water with you keep it on your belt." She adds for Miriai's benefit, "Vardama, Lady of Lamentation. Grey Harpist. Keeper of the Dead."

Now, the thing everyone probably knows about Zant is that he is extremely tolerant of people. And friendly, in general. TO everyone, see? So when the job information declared that they'd be doing something for the Vardaman lot, he didn't think much of it.

But truth be told? Now that he's here, he's a *little* creeped out. Eyebrow twitching while he watches the lot's routine and method of talking to each of them. Twitch, twitch. "R-... right, yes," he murmurs, and while a smile does form over his lips, it's still a slightly akward and nervous one at that. "We'll... Do that."

Aodh stares at the individuals talking. He takes their statements in, before he then responds in his calm and blank monotone of a robotic voice. "Confirmation. Orders received." He buzzes, before taking a step back. His head moves in a dip of motion towards the parting group of Verdama worshippers. "Notification received. Emotion: Pleased acceptance. Statement: Hopefully unnecessary." He offers, before his form turns to regard the rest of the group.

"Statement: Let us proceed. Affirmation: Good cause."

Dubtle, on the other hand, more than a little happy to be here. Excited, one might say. "I am happy to serve," he offers, "Though I have never heard of the Wilted Lily until now, the grace of Vardama is something we'll all fall into eventually. The dead will be returned to a resteful state! It is the least I can do."

He bows towardss the Vardamans, of course, before they depart and then glances towards the others. Obvious worry creases the Khazad's features.

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The last path is a clear one.

The five nod even with their backs turned to the group, apparently ready to move off to continue their duty, satisfied with the responses of those that have answered their call. As they head off in seperate directions, only one remains for our heroes to walk: North. It leads down a narrow alley and into a secondary square of the district, not usually used by the average tinkerer or their multitudinous clients, deeper toward a goblin-heavy populated slum often refered to as 'The Swamp' around these parts.

It's louder here, the storm that comes on the horizon rumbling from time to time, but as their adventure continues, clouds aren't the only thing that bar view of the sky. The lower market is comprised primarily of ratty old tents and stretched tarps that trap smoke and smells beneath them, letting them sink to create an acrid, sooty fog that obscures below as the clouds did above.

When the adventurers arrive, there's a bit of a lull in the white-noise murmur of passing conversations and deals made best left to the imagination of the more ... moral of those that answered the call. It's obvious that all eyes are on them, travelling together as they are, far too clean to belong, far too large to go unnoticed. With the lumbering addition of Aodh in the party, the suspicion that was nearly felt like a blade dragging down a cotton front, dull and catching on every anomaly, fades somewhat as legitimate business begins to suggest its presence.

There is, however, a small, very large-eared goblin that can be noticed lurking behind stalls, the points of his oddly curled ears and foppish wizard-like hat poking up from behind every counter, or around every corner that he's watching them from. Wide, wild yellow and bloodshot eyes peer before he scampers to another corner, or around another box each time they move in his direction. It's as though the rest of the occupants of this place had gone completely blind, as not one of them appears to notice.

His paranoia gets the better of him, however, and in a sudden outburst he offers in his ... oddly low, but still somehow shrill voice: "IT'S NOT LIKE THEY WERE -USING- IT!" Before anything can be said, the little man is flail-running his way toward a makeshift warehouse with footsteps so loud in their weak-ankled flopping it'd be hard not to follow him in his ridiculous and preemptive flight.

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"This'll probably be fine, right?" Zant offers in an akward brief bit of a chuckle-- and he's apparently decided to walk along the back of the group, more or less. He's fast enough to move around everyone if need be, anyway, and *someone* should be holding the rear anyway, in case something ends up trying to come up from behind them, right? "I mean, what's the worst that cou--"

Zant's words are promptly cut off when the goblin with a wizard hat shrills out those words, and he stops in his tracks to just... stare. And follow the thing's path towards the warehouse.

"That's... Normal, I'm sure," the monk offers thus, with an akward chuckle. "RIght? No? ... Yeah, probably not, huh?"

The scents. The sounds. The sights. Of Goblin-zone. The head of Aodh swivels in slow semi-circles, sweeping his red-eyed gaze across anyone unlucky enough to get in the way of the advancing adventurers group. He stomps along, boot-feet thumping and leaving sometimes occasionally squelching bootprints, and occasionally the Golem looks down to view his boots. "Statement: Cleaning required." He offers, sadly without the ability to properly give emotion and feeling to whatever is buzzing through his circuits.

Then, movement: Someone breaks. Someone starts running. The guilty always run. Aodh comes jogging past Zant, as the monk might now understand Aodh's general actions towards anything deemed a 'threat'. Find it, deal with it. "Statement:" The monotone voice suddenly increases in volume, "HALT. CEASE AND DESIST." *Thoomp* goes his boot-feet as he lurches after the fleeing Goblin-Wizard. "OR I WILL HARM YOU." He adds. For good measure. That'll stop him.

"Goblins have never really been 'right'." Karuda says while walking. "But they haven't been 'left' either." She says walking towards the warehouse.....

Aznara, as she walks with the others through the area, keeps her hood up and her cloak closed -- so as to not advertise, beyond the niceness of the cloak itself, for thieves and pickpockets to make any sort of attempt at her or her belongings. "That declaration had the sound of confession, to my ears. Does anyone else think the same of the goblin's words?", she asks, as she also follows along towards the warehouse.

Kore breaks into aquick sprint, the tiny half-Mul running past the others present asshe does. "It does sound like a confession," the young woman agrees to the Mul'niessa sorceress as she passes at her sprint. The smallest present, perhaps (though not the shortest), but she seems content to hurl herself headlong into danger as she iswithdrawing her holy symbol. Monks run well in sandals. Kore is no exception.

"--Wait," Zant promptly calls after the war golem lumbering past him, and he even reaches his hand out forward after Aodh, once he's past. "Shouldn't we try to--" He goes on, but cuts his words short as the two Mul women go past him, too. And he's left blinking after them once, twice, before his hand falls back down limply and he sighs out, "...Alright then," and decides to obediently follow after the lot of them.

As she follows along, Aznara extends one hand out from inside her cloak and traces a glyph in the air in front of herself with a single fingertip. As she does, a soft glow surrounds her hand and 'flows' out from her fingertip, so that the glyph she traces in the air is visible for the few moments it takes to draw it. She says a single word in Undercommon, which translates to 'armor of magic' or along those lines, and the faintly glowing glyph 'shatters' and fades away. Then, and only after her spell has been cast, does she begin to truly hurry her step after the others, making a 'come along with us' gesture back at Zant.

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"Golem! GOLEM! WE'RE -FRIENDS-! FRIIIEEeeeeennnd..." His screaming is swallowed up by the warehouse's thick walls as he disappears inside, chased by Aodh, and then the rest of those that're going to pursue.

Once they make it inside, the place is a bloody maze of boxes and crates, shipping containers, piles of spare parts and various slicks and whatnot inherent in a workshop of this kind; that's right, a workshop, not a warehouse. There are half-completed golems hanging in place as though they'd been crucified on mid-hanging bars, lifeless in expression and action, though one does eerily swing back and forth, though none of the others are doing the same.

How curious.

The place is so spacious that the sounds that come seem to come from multiple directions; the sound of a tool dropping with a ringing clang, the skitter-tongued utterances of something quite profane in the undercommon speech which carries well enough to offend the ears of those that understand, and then the weird soft sound of metal gently scraping on metal. Of course, there are also the retreating footsteps -- but, I mean, there's only so far he can go, right? Surely there's no other way out of here.

The longer they remain, they might notice one last sound; like steam, a soft hissing, a tiny bellow-pump huff, and hissing again.

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Once inside the workshop/warehouse, Aznara throws back her hood and throws her cloak back over her shoulders as she looks about, trying to spot the goblin who fled from them. "We would like to ask of you a few questions, please. Would you do us the favor of granting us a moment of your time for the interview?", she calls out, hoping to talk the goblin into coming back to them... and because she really doesn't know if he did the graverobbing, and wants to ask him about what he meant by what he said, outside.

"STATEMENT: NEGATORY."

Aw. Poor Mad Goblin. Aodh comes lumbering in before promptly crashing over a crate that's waist size for the Golems frame. There is an audiable crashing and banging as Aodh comes clambering back out - this time with a spiked chain dangling from his right palm, swinging in a slow circle as an obvious testament to the Golem's now mild state of irritation. IRRITATION METER: 25 PERCENT.

"Query: Odd Noise. Clarification required." He offers in his constant monotone, his footfalls now a soft 'whump' as he now carefully begins to make his way around workshop. He stares up at one of the half-completed Golems, pausing for a period of time before his head snaps away, and continues his slow lumbering.

"I'm coming," Zant mutters after Aznara when she gestures to him so, though he does still seem vaguely exasperated. Still, he keeps himself mostly to the back of the group, even if the brief exchange has brought him closer to the Mul sorceress, to whom he assures, "I'll be right behind you," when they move through into the warehouse.

And in there, the monk's bright green eyes go sweeping through the... boxes. And golems. He swallows audibly. "Well this isn't creepy *at all* now is it?" It most certainly is, let's be perfectly honest here. THe odd sound in the distance certainly doesn't help, and while Zant does keep his cool, there's some concern visible on his face regardless-- the warehouse certainly doesn't paint itself as the safest place to be in. "... Careful," he advices everone then, even as the golem of the group continues forward. "This place feels like ambush alley."

"...oh, I've read chronicles of things lke this before. They never, ever, ever end well. Any moment now, some terrible monster will leap out and demand our brains or our souls. It's true. I've read it."

Dubtle's talking more to soothe his own nerves at this point, moving along witht he others. His quarterstaff is tapping on the ground steadily at this rate.

"This is quite the place to be..." Kore breathes. She glances over at Zant and nods very slowly, having started picking her way through the room rather than actually running. She is examining the golems, though sometimes she gets a shiver as she looks about.

"There's something evil here... I'm hoping I can get some idea of our quarry." That might explain why she is brandishing a silver harp like a weapon when it is, in fact, a simple medallion. "Maybe he can tell us more...?" Of course, others are after that now. To Dubtle she adds, "Well, if it demands our souls at least we can think our way out of it."

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"AAAAIEEEEE!" Comes the screaming reply of the goblin, a stunning orator and well-minded, properly-adjusted young diplomat in his own right. "Not ME! THEM! -THEM-!" It appears that the insane are rarely the most rational of interviewees.

The hiss, bellow, hiss continues in accompaniment to the scraping of metal plates on the stone floor, and against more metal -- it's really a rich tapestry of 'nope' that's congregating here, made all the more unnerving by the fact that it never seems to have any true direction from which it's coming. However, the mystery is revealed in part as Aodh begins his pounding stomp through the area, and as he turns a corner through the box-and-crate maze, he is met by...

SOLID METAL GEAR SNAKE!

In actuality, it is a cobra -- a metal one, mind you. A solid metal one. It arcs back as though it were as surprised as the golem may be, glowing red eyes pulsing dimly in the shadow cast by Aodh's enormous form.

"Who sent you?! The hands that crawl! The claws that dig, dig, digdigdig so DEEP DEEP DEEEEEP!" What the he-- "AAAIIEEEEEEEE-HE-HE-HEHEHEEE!"

So, they're probably a blast at parties.

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"Statement: ENEMY DETECTED. INITATING COMBAT PROTOCOLS."

The blue lights that flash from Aodh's torso shift in colouration, changing from that soft and gentle blue to a far more violent and angry red. Armor plates shift and snap into place, covering over more delicate and easily harmed parts of the War Golem's body. Rather than any statement of surprise, the Golem swings it's spiked chain around in a sharp circle before piercing into the Iron Snake with the tip of the chain - striking a gouge in it before he yanks it back, swinging it in a sharp circle. "Alert: Enemy Resistant to Damage."

Karuda yells her rage....and her hair actually turns blonde as she swings her hammer at the snake. And promptly puts a dent in the floor.....

Aznara glances off to one side. "There is at least one other, hiding among the boxes. Watch for flankers", she says, speaking up to make sure the party can all hear her words. She then draws her rapier and uses its point to draw in the air the same glyph as before. This time, the glow from her hand flows up the blade of the weapon and out the tip of it, to leave the faintly glowing glyph in the air. She reaches over and and up, and with the flat of the rapier's blade, lightly taps Zant on his forearm. When she does that, the glyph 'shatters' and fades away. That done, she steps forward and puts her back to Aodh's -- clearly, she's covering his back for him against whatever it is she's seen moving stealthily out among the clutter.

"Remember to dodge," says Dubtle to Karuda after she leaps into the frey. Still, he moves towards ZAnt, a step or two closer, and proceeds to begin chanting. He's going to invoke some sort of magic upon him! Zant's form begins to grow, little by little.

As battle lines are being drawn Kore lifts her holy symbol gain, taking a deep breath. "I am a chord in the song..." So starts the chant. Then she is darting between the snakes and diving to get behind one of the snakes. She's small enough and nimble enough to make her way between and make it look comfortable.

"Whu--" Lets out Zant in confusion over the sudden development of events. It's only brief that the confusion lasts, though, before he is set in to focus by the combined magical assistance provided by Aznara and Dubtle-- both of whom get grateful looks from him (though he does send a bit of a bmused one to Dubtle upon realizing that he's *growing*). Either way, he bursts into motion, and steps up to the other side of Aodh-- and quickly slams a tightly-clenched fist into the head of the mechanical snake with an "ORA! to send the clockwork thing smashing into pieces.

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The rasp of metal on stone is a sharp thing; like a knife on whet stone each time one of these unnatural creatures moves forward to strike at the frontline, glinting fangs and glowing eyes making for a sinister display. When Aodh's chain pummels into one of them and barely dents the surface with that seemed such a solid strike, the threat casually grows.

There is a sensation of unease that would settle in just moments before the deafening rattle of heavy chains thunders through the room, the massive door that'd been held open crashing down with their bindings released, "Talk, talk, talktalktalkTalkTAlkTALK!" The mad decree of the goblin comes slithering through the clamourous offense, throwing our heroes into devestating pitch so sudden and complete that it would almost seem as though they'd been blinded. There's a rumbling, drifting laughter that starts as a nefarious and throaty affair, sinister and expectant, before it turns into a wheezing whine of uncontrolled giggling.

Hiss, bellow, hiss.

Hiss, bellow, clink!

Silvery teeth pound through one of the hydraulic feeds that control the action of Aodh's left leg, injecting some foul liquid into the cording before jerking back, and subsequently being pounded into the pavement by a well-placed fist. Dimly, its eyes spark and dwindle like embers, until the darkness claims another. The eyes of the others that have approached in their collective, gnashing and snapping at the others, can very clearly be seen in such deep shadow, more by some than by others.

"The dead don't talk, they don't take! I take, I remake, I animate, animate, bring them back to life! Take your talk-talk and get-gone!" Snort, giggle, "Oh, oh but you can't now! Chase, chase, dark, dark," A low tone practically oozes over his words, dropping it by several octaves, nearly a moan through the stagnant surroundings, "Die... die..."

Hiss, bellow, hiss.

Hiss, hiss... rattle...

Rattle, rattle, skitter...

Uh oh.

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A bite. Venom. "Warning: Combat Effectiveness Reduced." comes the warning tone of the War Golem Aodh. There's an audiable hissing noise as a burst of steam comes through the bitewound as the Iron Cobra retreats from it's bite, "Statement: Minor system failure." - there is no nod towards Zant yet, thanks will come later - but Aodh's form shifts to pay more attention to the third of the Iron Snakes, the one that bit him. He gives it a taste of it's own medicine, as he swings his spiked chain in a sharp motion, wrapping the chain around for a brief second as the sharp links pierce through it's iron hide - and with a yank back he brings the chain back to him, moving it in a circular motion.

Bounding towards the damaged iron snake, Dubtle shouts, "I'VE GOT THIS!"

He spins his quarterstaff around in his hands, "SPin! Ha! Thrust!" He hits his quarterstaff against its side ad it bouces back and hits him in the face instead.

"Ow!"

Shifting over, while staying behind the front line, Aznara draws the faintly glowing glyph in the air, once again, with the tip of her rapier's blade. When it's drawn, and she's spoken the word that powers the magic, she sweeps her arm out and lightly taps Kore on the back of one shoulder with the flat of the blade. The little glyph shatterfades as the spell is cast.

Karuda, once she notices the snake is dead, goes for another snake. She actually hits this one, but doesn't kill it...yet.

Kore looks over at Aznara as the spell is cast and flshesthe taller Mul a quick smile. She takes a deep breath afterwar,d however, and lunges sharply. A heavy spinning kick carries the tiny half-elf into the air past the snakes tail (glancing off with no effect save to give her momentum) and she comes down on it with an elbow hard enough to break the monster's back. Immediately, Kore rounds on the next of the snakes, taking a deep breath. "At least it isn't bees..."

After casting her spell, Aznara calls out, "I've lost track of what I earlier spotted!", letting the others be aware of that fact.

Zant is huge.

This feels incredibly strange to him, now, and he has to actually look down at himself to fully take in this entirely unfamiliar state of affairs with him. "Huh... Well, this is..." He starts murmuring, but then WHAT THE SHIT SNAKE IN THE DARK GOING FOR HIS ARM.

"OW. HEY!" Zant thusly growls out in pain before he shakes his arm to get the thing's fangs off him-- seemingly not even taking into account that the thing might in fact be *poisonous*.

But he isn't exactly able to see the thing very well here, now. He eyes the darkness. Sweeps his eyes through it. What is he to do? The answer as it turns out, is very simple.

Punch the darkness. A lot.

That's to say, Zant elects to make up for the fact that he can't follow the silhouette of the snake in the dark very well by just PUNCHING A LOT. After twisting himself into a slightly lower stance, his arms go repeatedly pummeling through the air with the kind of speed that blurs the visibility of the motion entirely. And all while he growls out "ORAORAORAORAORA!" and his fists flush through the dark empty air-- they do still come in contact with something. Repeatedly.

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Trust... in... meeee...

For those that can see in the dark, something wicked this way comes. Rattling, scuttling like a bony-limbed centipede across and around the boxes and floor, each of its ribs moving in a hypnotic ripple with every inched motion that brings it into view. Capping the affair is a humanoid skull that turns ever so slowly toward those that battle in the shadows, trying to keep them at bay. It rears up with unnatural propulsion, steadying itself as that empty-socketted stare rests in the general vicinity of the party and their ruckus forray into the industrial home of a madman's nightmares brought to vivid expression. And then... it begins to sway.

It's body moves as though it were a fluid thing, twisting and writhing like smoke on suggestive breath, each vertebrae, every rib moving with that ungodly grace in a dance that is as strangely beautiful as it is absolutely horrifying. Whatever it is that's managed to get the war golem's motor running, it's chuggin' away, because he can't seem to pull his gaze from the spectacle.

As this goes on, another slithers forward from the dark to lash out in an explosion of activity to sink hollow bone fangs into the fleshiest bit of Zant's arm, pumping it full of some sapping, viscous liquid that his body is able to shake. That is, of course, until it is unceremoniously punched halfway to whatever Hells it crawled out of. And yet, still it stands, such as it is, slinking about his feet with startling rapacity.

For their part, the other metallic snakes continue their assaults to no avail, one falling to the combined efforts of the adventurers.

"Play with them, play! Do you recognize them, any and all?! Do you?! Haha! Hehe!" The voice comes through the darkness, "Stay with them, dance and sing! I'm afraid I've rather other things, to do, to see, no matter how fast, you'll never catch me!" His mockery turns sing-song, and distracted as the group is with the current threat, there is a shot of light that sears the unprepared gaze as a door in the back opens with a resounding 'CREEEEEEEK!', dramatic hesitation, and 'SLAM!'

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Dancing.. Dancing.. No. Fighting!... But pretty dancing...

Aodh's arms slowly go a little limp as he stares off into the darkness, his form wobbling in place. The chain he normally swings with harsh vengeance is now just laying limp on the floor, gripped firmly in its hands. He just stares at it, and a low 'ooooo' tone eminates from whatever the Golem uses as a voicebox. While the sight might be horrifying to those that managed to shrug off the effects of the boney-dance-of-horror, Aodh is apparently diggin' it completely!

"and down comes the hammer again....missing the snake. "HOLD STILL DAMMIT!" Nice quip from Karuda.

Aznara turns to see the newly-arrived clockwork serpent-things... and sees Zant flailing almost randomly in one's general direction. Although the man manages to connect a few times, to damage the thing, she realizes what the problem is. She calls out, "I will make light!", by way of warning everyone so as to avoid badly dazzling eyes adjusted to the darkness. She then lifts her empty left hand, balling it into a fist a few inches in front of her chin and saying a single word in Undercommon that translates roughtly to 'floating torchlights'. Then she extends her arm and opens her fist.

As Aznara's fingers extend, points of bluish light appear on their tips... then float away from her hand, growing larger as they float up into the air, forming a four-pointed square, twenty feet on a side, in the air twenty feet above the battle, shedding light by which all, including now Zant, can see.

"You! You boney thing!"

Dubtle yells, "I'ma make you weaker!"

And then the green ray fired from his hand hits the ceiling.

"..ah ha... ahahaha. Or not. You know, is it too late to consider a career in books?"

Kore quickly rounds and takes a quick run, looking for another snake. Zantis being accosted by one made of bone and she lets out a shout- a battle cry, maybe?- before leaping into the thing and pummeling it until the bones separate and fall to the ground. Some are crushed or cracked. No point stopping until it's dead.

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The first of the bone snakes, having ensnared Aodh the first time with its sexy, sexy moves turns its attentions to the rest of the party. Now with the aid of the sparkly disco lights, it somehow seems much more appealing; perhaps it's the way the dancing lights filter over its grotesque, seemingly never-ending ribs with those splashes of varying hues, the bright blues, soft pinks. You can almost hear 'Cherry Pie'.

This snek gonna get paid.

The rest are a gnashing, biting, whiffing and hissing mass of nastiness that're heard all the more clearly now without the constant interruptions of the mad goblin that has fled out the back and left the others to deal with his little creations.

Who knows what he's getting up to now?!

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Now everyone else is getting into what Aodh is already into. It's a thing to /be/ into. Undulating, terrifying Sneks. Who dance. Now with bright lights. Aodh's head rolls backwards to stare up at the lights, that soft 'ooooo' tone still escaping from the War Golem. His head lolls forwards, back to staring at the dancing bone Snek!

"You!"

Dublte takes a moment and lunges forward towards the snake, the dancing one, and hurls a tanglefoot bag in its direction. The loaded bag sams into the ground right in front of it.

"...I..well."

"These damned things are driving me insane. They're not reanimated, but desecrating these poor creatures' graves. I know they are 'just' animals and the church has different opinions on this,but..." Kore shakes her head hard and rolls her eyes upward to look at the ceiling. Then she's back to running across the battlefield. She drives her fist into bone and... "Ow." It doesn't seem to hurt too badly, punching the snake. But it stings a bit. So she does it again.

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For being 'just animals', that's a very curiously human skull on it.

Sure, it has a snake jaw attached, but ...

The bony thing takes a particular disliking to Kore, what with her having punched it and all. That weird snake-jaw-on-a-human head spreads into four segments, not unlike the predator when the mask comes off; from its hollow fangs drips some ungodly, reeking liquid of a strange, rusty brownish red colour, not unlike long-dead blood. It sets upon the monk with an awkward snap of its jaws, only to miss in its haste.

The other snakes continue attempting to attack the dazed figures -- but, even with the rest of the party tasting the music and hearing the colours, it seems they just can't manage to get a good bite.

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ooooooo... ooooooo...

o..o...ooo.. What. Wait. What? A low monotone escapes from Aodh as he comes back to the world of the non-techno-rave-dancing-terrorsneks. In retort for this horrifying turn of events - and the mind scrubbing that must come afterwards - Aodh swings his chain in a sharp circle, before sending it spearing towards Snek 3 - you know, that evil little bastard that has been biting him repeatedly.

Sadly, the chain bounces off the ground. "Statement: Bugger."

Kore is still grumbling between blows, apparently finding this sufficiently easy to grumble about while she['s pummeling the bone snake. And then the creature is looking at her. She looks at it... tStares for a second. And then she screams. This is no scream of fear. Rather, there's trepidation mixed with raw, interminable furs. She unleashes a barrage of powerful kicks afterward, powerful enough to powder bone. One, two, three. A punch. She continues to pummel the snake while being careful to avoid striking its too human face.

"You! YOu!"

Another bag is thrown directly at the creature, an its dance, in the hopes it will stop it! Duble did try. Really, she did.

Kore lies on the floor and twitches, currently. Twitch. Paralytic poison does that it seems. There's also some drool. She can't help it.

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The world is saved, if you like.

The cobras jerk back, their heads all turning in precise unison to look at something through the dark that isn't visible to anyone else. Probably because it doesn't actually exist. It's sudden, but they all turn suddenly and begin to slither away with a shrieking, shuddering grind of metal to stone floors in an expiditious retreat into some unknown bowels -- the kind of bowels that will now need medical attention. All three of them scuttle off into the shadows, despite the damage they've all taken, the sparks drifting into nothingness as they make their escape.

Bone snek, on the other hand... explodes.

Sexily.

"Mmmhmhmhm...ah..ahaha.... UWEEEE-HEHEHEHE!" The laughter tears through the sudden silence.

"So many, so few, I'll steal from the old, make something new! Now go away, fast, yes, run away quick! Go tell your dead-friends they can suck Gragle's ..."

... ... ...

Well, you get the idea.

With the threat put down, but the mission a failure, it is likely that those Wilted Lily blokes will be interested to hear the events that transpired. Granted, they won't exactly be happy, but there's always a chance to make amends, right?

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Eye Spy
*Emitter: Yokai
*Characters:
*Place: Westland Copse, Alexandrian Forest
*Time: Feb 19, 2017
*Summary: Word has been sent out by an outlying cusp of Rangers that serve as scouts for the local Grove, seeing to the natural balance and culling the overpopulated thickets that stretch far and deep into the Alexandrian woods. Recently there was a large conflict that has left their forces scattered and many recovering from their wounds. Perhaps it's due to this that they've reached out for the aid of others, reaching our wayward warriors of burghal and boonies alike: Something is killing the young stags and upsetting the order of things in one of the westernmost outposts, and they could use the aid of a few strong-backed-stronger-stomached folk to get it back in check.
*Signed up: Aodh, Ophelia, Dubtle, Zant, Ilmig, Sasha
*APL: 3
*Encounter 1: 5 Worg (CR 2 per)
*Encounter 2: 1 Cyclops (CR 5)

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It's rare that the oft reclusive naturalists of the deep woods reach out to their civilized brethren for aid, but when it does happen, the Adventurers Guild is quick to respond -- after all, an unspoken symbiosis exists between the wild and tamed that must be observed, even when it's lost to the masses in majority.

With that in mind, those that volunteered upon seeing the notification for willing members of the Guild have been packaged up and sent on their way -- some on horseback, some in a wagon pulled by the same -- with a representative of the Grove's forward scout at the helm. He has introduced himself as Vildraen'ur, of the shadowed path... whatever that means.

"It is centralized," He speaks, his elven accent obvious to all but the most unaware, a careful diction that indicates he may not be the most practiced when speaking the common tongue of the land. "Western copse," He directs, pointing two fingers loosely down a path most certainly less travelled, held by the protective leathers of an archer, opting to lead the group on foot from here as he further instructs them on the situation that most likely awaits.

"Bite marks on bodies. Maybe eaten by beasts." His voice is low, but smooth as he drifts like a ghost through the thick underbrush as though the vines did not impede his approach, and the stinging nettle could not find his skin any better than the humidity-spawned drifts of small biting, stinging insects that seek purchase on any that stand still for more than a moment at a time. "But, beasts should not be."

The limbs are low-hanging, blocking out what light may have been seen in the final dying hours of day, keeping the damp from sweltering as it clings to leather and moistens cloth to facilitate the uncomfortable itching explorers might be accustomed to by now. "Beasts do not hunt here. Too deep," He pushes aside some foliage to lead the group deeper into the shadows, "Too dark," His voice becomes a more ominous thing, though one might assume it is made so only by the oppressive weight of the brake.

"Something brings them, maybe." He muses, aloud, pausing in his step to peer keenly toward an opening, a glade that welcomes the sterling rays of a moon that rose unknown during their slow-going journey. In the distance, yipping howls in a haunting cacophony raise the hairs on the back of necks, chilling the hot blood of risen heartrate, rattling about in the metal-sculpted head in piercing ring alike.

The watchful eyes of their guide narrow at the sound, fingers touching to the ground in an examination of a particularly deep, shifting track. He grunts quietly, "Go now. Strike quick. Strike clean. ... not much time..." His voice drifts, and even those with perceptions high miss him spectral flight into the budding night, not even the leaves offering tribute to his departure.

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Aodh takes the cart. The cart is the safest route, even if he now sits with one hand gripping the edge so that he isn't so comically thrown out of it on random bumps and nefarious rocks that would seek to ursurp him from his wooden throne. As the cart rumbles to a timely stop, and the Ranger points them in the general direction of a threat - and that direction is further clarified to the War Golem due in part to the howls of whatever foul beasts that were previously pointed out as A) Eating things they shouldn't, and B) Shouldn't be here in the first place.

"Notification: Threat." He states in his robotic monotone, as he hauls his bulk out of the cart with a heavy 'thump' of his boot-feet landing on the ground. His knees bend to take the impact, and he straightens upright as he turns his form towards the glade that the Ranger had pointed out for them. "Tactic: Engage. Eliminate threat. Return for payment. Continue upgrades. Operation: Glade-Clense. Initiate." Quite like his voice, his apparent ideas for what constitute a 'cool' operation name have a subtle lack of.. subtle to them. He begins thumping towards the glade, as a spiked chain suddenly deploys from the War Golem's right palm.

"... Oooookay," chimes the friendly neighbourhood bundle of furs around Zant. Or maybe that's actually Zant who's voicing that, actually, but either way, the eyes peeking over the red scarf search dubiously through the surroundings for their guard who has inexplicably disappeared.

"I guess we're just... taking care of whatever isn't *supposed* to be here," murmurs Zant thusly, and he sends a look that is best described as uncertain towards the path ahead. "... Hopefully we'll recognize what that is." No, Zant is not very well acquintanced with wildlife.

Sasha went along in the cart as well, looking at the mass of fur that is Zant. "You have nothing to worry about, Brother Zant. the Sun and the Rose work together, as you already know." She then smiles to him, but looks towards the War Golem. She joins them with a thud of her feet. "I hope it's not quite as simple as that.....what is your name, Golem?"

Ilmig doesn't need a cart nor horse. No need to put one afore the other, neither. He walks along just fine with walkin. "Whatever ain' s'posed ta be, we make sure it follows the rules. Make it safe so no more get ate."

"Oof!" Dubtle is along in the wagon at the moment, of course, being short and stubby. He's more than happy to be here, though, his quarterstaff laid across his lap as he staes at the golem with obvious curiousity. "How ol ar you?" he asks Aodh, curiously.

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The choir of whining howls does not wane in the approach of the adventurers; nae, infact, it seems to grow more frenzied, as though they could smell them on the stagnant air. It is, of course, more likely that they have caught notice of the movement of other creatures through the wood, triggering their baser instinct to hunt the fleeing.

"No, no, no!" A brutish voice, slurred by loose and thick lips, breaks the shrill 'YEAUUUuuuYIPYEEEEE!' chorus that permeates this place, offering threat to the already oppressive environment. Heavy, thudding steps and broken branches herald the approach of something that squelches its way down the muddy descent from hilly inland to shallow valley. In the moonlight, it is merely a silhouette -- and a sizeable one at that.

The haunting howls still, for but a moment.

"Kill and wait! Kill and WAIT!" The shadow insists in commanding boom, a massive blade swung glinting through moonlight to impact the thick trunk of a nearby tree with a crack like too-near thunder upon its wrenched retrieval, splintering up the core, hot breath tumbling in a billow made visible by the sinking chill of nightfall.

... and all is silent, cowed in aftermath...

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... 'YIP! YIPYAUUUEEAAIIii-AUUHUFF!'

From the stygian brink created by the outlying bosk spring nearly half a dozen canid figures, large with pitch fur only seen in the darkness by virtue of the way the pale moonlight shines white-blue against their coats, snapping and snarling at one another as they drag the mangled remains of one of the forest's great red stags into high grasses.

At Aodh's more obvious approach, the snarling, yipping, snapping mass of doglike predators stand attentive, ears up, great blue-black tongues lolling out of their mouths in a combination of panting and whining. When he becomes visible, stepping into the glade as he has elected to do, their ears lay back in apprehension and the circling begins, spreading out in the loping pace that has them attempting to surround the unwitting golem.

"HA! GOTS YOU!" The voice of before booms, followed by clumsy laughter that may have been menacing were it not for the fact that when the great lumbering shadow begins on its excited trek toward our wayward heroes, it trips on a root and plows through the muck with a furrowing of mud that rivals the waves off the prow of the mightiest ships, ruining this expertly planned ambush before it has a chance to take hold.

"OOF!" It offers upon impact, before a bellowing roar is exhaled in its obvious and building tantrum, "OHHH! Get 'em! GET 'EM GOOD!"

'YIIIAAAUUUUUYIPYAEE!' The response comes like razors on the wind, unnatural and unkind.

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Sasha tilts her head as she creeps closer towards the others. "I think we've been spotted." She says to Zant and Ilmig as they're 'pounced upon' by the being...

"...wwell... that... this isn't something I see every day. Or most days. Or any day actually until now," says Dubtle, staring.

"...are those... okay. What ARE those, actually?"

Somebody has noooo idea and that person is the Khazad.

Ilmig looks at the sounds, then the beasties makin the sounds. "Ha! Got us?! We got alla ye!" he counters. "Works both ways, ye know it!"

"Identification: VR-0135. Designation: Aodh. Age: Ten Years Total of Activity. Total Age: Unknown. Last recorded memory before reactivation: War." states the War Golem as it continues stomping towards the Glade. His form continues its lumbering as the oversized Wolves turn to regard him and the rest of the group. As the oversized.. Well. Aodh doesn't exactly know what to classify the oversized thing that fell - only that it's A) Huge. B) Not Friendly. He will classify it, or get someone else to classify/ID it after that point.

"Clarification: It is that simple. Enemy located. Engage."

And after giving the beasts a look-over, Zant starts murmuring, "...I guess that's th--" right before the figure from above ends up falling down from above.

Thus, Zant stares at the fallen one for several long seconds. With an occasional blink. Akwardly. He even starts saying "Uh... are you ok--?" before the call for attack comes.

"--Yes," he chimes out in agreement to Sasha, hand tugging the scarf surrounding his lower face downwards enough to leave it all uncovered again. "I suppose there's no choice now."

Once bitten, twice shy. Or in this case, horrifically enraged. The placid - if rather blunt and war-like Golem's demeanor shifts to the more passionate scale of things. The soft blue hues of light that eminate from within it's chest cavity shift to a blood red, and armor plating suddenly snaps into place around and along it's form - reinforcing the more vital areas. Including where he now sports a rather deep set of teeth marks.

"Initiate Combat Protocols." comes the monotone of the War Golem, who retorts with a sudden sharp swing of the spiked chain that it grips in its hands - scoring a piercing wound in it's flank before he yanks the chain back, swinging it around in a harsh circle. "Observation: Multiple opponents."

Where has Ophelia been this entire time? In the back of the wagon, apparently sleeping, or whatever it is that war golems do that passes for sleeping. How do you wake a sleeping golem, anyway? Apparently, you don't.

"Get back, fiend of evil!" Apparently Ophelia is, now, awake. The highly polished gold and silver visage of the crystal and clockwork paladin leaps from the wagon to land beside Aodh, kicking up a little cloud of dust around her feet. Her sword is drawn dramatically from the scabbard on her back, and then just as dramatically she swings, taking a chunk out of a nearby tree and not scratching the worg at all. That'll learn 'em.

As the worgs strike, Sasha remains calm. "Blue Rose of the heavens, aid these adventurers as they are harried by beasts of darkness. Guide their strikes true!" And a blue 'dome' of energy pulses out to her allies....each of them will feel their strikes guided slightly.....

"...what are those?!" Dubtle repeats. A pause then he rises and stomps the end of his quarterstaff into the ground before tellng Ilmig, "One embiggening coming up, friend!"

"Oi! Flea-bit beastie! Why don'tcha bite som'n hairier'n ye!" Ilmig yells at the things, steps up to help Zant and takes a swing at one li'l pup with his axe.

"--Whoa, whoa, hey!" Zant panic-mumbles when one of the puppers comes RIGHT FOR HIM. With his reaction time behind by just the few requisite seconds, his only option ends up being to bring up his arm to try to protect him.

Unfortunately, this doesn't stop the beast from sinking it's fangs deep into the man. This just means they sink right into and through the flesh of his arm instead with the kind of force that threatens to tear it apart.

"--GAAAUUUH NO OFF!" Cue Zant trying to tear his own arm away from the biting jaws of doom, complementary with his free hand swinging through the air to slam into the side of the beast's head in an effort to discourage it from continuing it's deathgrip.

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It's the great battle they've been trained for!

Crudely, by something that likely doesn't have that much more comprehensive ability than they do, but... still, it's go time, and the black-furred mutts aren't wasting any time. One of them darts forward with startling agility, the high grasses of the glade parting as it speeds through in a zigzagging path that results in it leaping through the air toward the first one to step into its domain: Aodh. With a clang of impact as furry body and wicked teeth meet the bloodrager's chassis, sliding down to bite down on what would have been the calf, were he a living man -- instead, it's a mouthful of metal that dents and warps under the devestating pressure of its massive jaws. It's head wrenches to the side in an attempt to drag him off his balance when he goes to swing that chain, so distracted by its desire to bring him to ground that it has no chance to dodge the blow.

With a yiped yelp, it releases his calf plate, soon replaced by another of its brethren as it takes the first one's place. It, too, tries to drag him down in what is likely an attribute learned in its native hunting grounds where the long-legged deer bound. It, too, is unable to budge his horrible weight.

Fatty.

When Ophelia takes her arching swing with that blade of hers, the worg that'd rushed to aid the now-flanked pup has to leap back to avoid the upswing at the rear, causing that crushing bite of theirs to skirt by the brilliantly 'armoured' war golem with an audible 'pop' of its yawning maw as it closes in fruitless seeking.

It's about this time that one of the other worgs thinks 'oh aye, I'll have me some-a tha'!' upon seeing the tender-fleshed and nubile Zant; the amourous pusuit begins if not with a roar, a moan. A whined, hungry, insatiable thing that speak sweetly of timid wantings, promised firsts and hazy alwayseses.

Through the grasses they come, bounding one after another in a hunter's set, a flash of saliva-wettened fangs in the moonlight the momentary warning of impending wounding, that cruel bite sinking deep into the corded muscle of his forearm with such ferocity that it is dragged more than rebuffed by the recoiling yank of the monk's attempted escape. It jerks downward, using powerful back legs to yard him forward even as his fist plows into the side of its head, and that blade carves a gash over its ribcage and nearly clean through the foreleg.

"I'M GUNNA GET YOUSE FER CUTTIN' MY DOG!" That massive, mostly forgotten figure is getting to its feet, a giant axe used to assist in his rise to dominance over the moonlit horizon.

That said, the worg does release Zant from his grasps as another comes flying over its back in pouncing assault meant for the hairy man that called them out to battle, narrowly missing his arm in the fly-by attempt, landing with a thump and flailed roll that turns into an 'I-meant-to-do-that' drive by that has it turning back to face him soon enough, drool freely flowing from that hungry mouth as red-hued eyes stare up from its hunched and spring-loaded position.

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"Warning: Damage. Eight percent reduction in efficiency." comes the warning from Aodh. A clear dribble of hydraulic fluid slowly comes from the wound that has been bitten into his frame. Another bite. More fluid leakage. "Warning: Damage. Fourty-five percent reduction in efficiency." eminates from the War Golem once more. If Aodh knows he's talking, he doesn't state it, instead, as the third bite impacts into his frame, he promptly swings the spiked chain down and through the Worg, leaving a very harsh wound - but the Worg is still alive.

"Emotion: Anger. Irritation. Statement: Die already."

Sasha sees that Aodh is in trouble, so she prays for the healing embrace of the blue rose. At this point, she calls out healing for everyone BUT the two worgs that are wounded already.....

"Time will unwind your wounds," says Dubtle as he moves up to the damaged Aodh. Indeed, as he touches him, it seems as if time moves bckwards with his wound closing and leaving less surface area damgd in turn.

"Get offa im, ye mangy pup!" Ilmig smacks it again. This time it listens, and shows it's well-trained. It plays dead real good-like.

"NO! BAD DOG!" Zant growls at the houndbeast with his arms flailing while he's STILL GETTING BITTEN. OW. Blood goes everywhere, but-- so does that of the worg for that matter, when Ilmig comes for the save and smacks the bloody thing to kingdom come. "...Thank you!" is thus offered to the dwarf.

But that's hardly the end of it all. Zant's green eyes narrow to the worg coming for Ilmig-- and now's the time to repay the favor, it seems. With his foot stomping onto the ground once, he moves towards the beast in a motion that's almost like a slide, knees bending to lower him for a moment as he takes in a slow, deliberate breath that's exhaled out just as deliberately.

And then he launches himself from that lowered position-- and his arms no longer so much flail as they get launched towards the beast with powerful, focused motions in a barrage of fists that pummel across the hound, punch after punch after punch with a wild battlecry of "ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!!!!" that ends with one final, cannonbal of a punch slamming into the beast's skull. Cue beast flying over and tumbling across the ground in a mess of broken bones.

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The worgs continue their all-out assault, gnawing and gnashing and pulling and yipping their murderous glee to one another. That is, of course, until one of them is taught a new trick: play dead. Very funny, Fluffy. Now, shake a paw! ... shake... sh-shake a... FLUFFY!?

Alas, he is gone.

With a final yipe cut short by a blade, the first carcass meets the grassy floor of the glade with little in the way of drama or fanfare, skidding a ways with the impact of the fatal blow, bleeding bright on the luna-bathed meadow; unseen in the dark, the blossoms are marred by that dark ichor -- the unnatural gift of the unwelcomed fallen.

It is not long after that another falls to the ground as it is soundly buffetted by a flurry of fists, more damage than its heart could take pummelling into its body, leaving its internals in disarray, and its body littered with its fallen packmate.

Still, the battle rages on; there is no rest for the wicked, and never has this been so clear as now, in the frenzy of desperation, teeth scraping off metal plates, chipping and digging away at whatever they can find, even as the figure that had so comically fallen previous is raised to his feet, and the act... has lost its sense of humour.

With that axe lifted high, he lets out a piercing cry of rage at the sight of his treasured pets falling at the hands of those he had so artfully lured here. It is then that he begins his approach anew, no longer so clumsy of movement, the muck flicked away, and one gleaming eye that focuses with all the immediate threat it can muster.

"Now youse gunna pay... now youse gunna know HURTIN' REAL BAD!"

That can't be good.

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"Warning: Damage. Ninety-eigh percent reduction in eff--" The words die off suddenly, as the radiant healing from Sasha and the reversal of time from Dubtle rapidly begin to heal him back to optimal levels of operation. With a low buzzing noise that could perhaps be a grunt, the War Golem rapidly rises back up onto its feet - having another set of wounds scored into its frame at the same time. As it struggles up and on to its feet, the spiked chain that Aodh swings around itself snaps out towards the Fifth Worg that comes charging on past towards Ilmig, scoring a deep wound in its side.

"Statement: Appreciation. Warning: Large-type Opponent. Exercise caution."

A worg has, it seems, decided to chow down on Ophelia. Why on earth? She isn't made of meat. Biting her can't possibly have been pleasant, what with how she's made of metal and crystal and the like. Still, a portion of her outer shell now has bite marks, a couple crystal tubes snap audibly and their contained fluid leaks out, and she lets out a sigh that might almost sound like pain.

"No," she intones, "You will not hurt those under my protection." She strides forwards, walking into range of the big bad man's weapons; said weapons clang off her shell, just as she walks up to drive her sword straight... into... the thin air beside the man, but no matter. She is hopefully now the target of his ire, and that's all that matters.

Sasha does not move, but continues to channel positive energy into her allies, so that they may continue to fight these evil puppies......and wish they were wolves.

"Hey, ye big stinkin' stack o' rotted snot!" Ilmig heads for the biggun hurtin folks. Too bad a pup gets hold of his leg. "Ey! Leggo!"

"No!"

Dubtle's reactions to Ophelia's grievous, thoiugh magically healing wounds, is topale considerable. Stomping his stubby khazad legs over there, he reached out toher and lays his hand across her back, briefly, causing the same reversal of her wounds that he did to Aodh earlier.

"--Oh crap," Zant yelps out upon the realization of the carnage going on over on the side of hte other half of the group. But no worries! Here he comes to the RESCUE! Even if he has to jump around Ilmig wrestling with a worg -- the guy's made with harder stuff anyone else here and he's HUGE, so he'll probably be fine anyway, right? Right? Ahem.

Either way, the man bundled in thick winter clothes speeds his way through the battlefield, and finally comes up right behind the giant of an axe-wielding man-- and launches a fist into his spine, a center of nerves, with another loud "ORA!"

But... It does hardly the kind of thing he expected to. Surely it bruises, but... the man's still standing. He's not even wobbling. Upon realizing this, with his fist still pressed into his opponent's back, Zant slowly swipes his eyes upwards along the man's length. A droplet of sweat drips along his forehead. "....Oh."

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What's that?

No?

Eyesnack very obviously does not understand the concept of 'no' issued by the paladin that so bravely strides forward in defense of her battling companions, getting between them and the massive axe-wielding 'man' that's become enraged by the destruction of his beloved puppies, their mangled cries of anguish bringing new weight to the weapon he swings. First, when Ophelia comes toward him in that defiance, the thing swings wide -- but, it appears he was only gaining momentum for the true strike that quite nearly cleaves that glorious battle-shone figure with a wrenching shriek of metal on metal.

"YOU NO HURT PUPPIES!" He bellows in foul-breathed retort that washes over her like the foulest of gently lapping waves. Gently lapping rot-fish infested waves... and hot garbage.

That vile aroma continues right along to meet Dubtle in his scurried approach to lend his own aid like the amalgam of strange cuisine and week old baby diaper bins on a hot day, all contained in a mold-eaten cardboard box. In short; it's rank, and it's ushered toward the witch on a stream of slick spittle that clings to what seems like every strand that makes its home in that long, long beard of his. No amount of showering gets that kind of stink out.

Especially not when you're already a dwarf.

When Ilmig runs onward in his attempts to support his comrades, the worg that had been battling with him gives chase, digging deep into the back of his hamstring, dragging him down to the ground with him to engage in the cuddle struggle from hell. That snarling is only its way of saying 'I care'.

The worg that Aodh scores a hit on with that wicked chain wobbles unsteadily, but is soon back and ready to have himself another go; he snaps at the air, its stance sinking lower down in a challenge that cannot be ignored, nor denied. Apparently it's getting ideas. The sort of ideas you find on Tasty.com when you're drunk, it's late, and those really ARE ingredients you have at home!

No. There's that word again.

What does it -mean-?

When Zant comes flying in to deliver a fist to the back of the big man's head, he grunts, his head jerking forward from the force of the impact, head slowly turning toward Zant as that one eye goes large and grows wild, pupil expanding with the rush of adrenaline that comes from excitement.

He gone done it now.

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keeping her focus upon healing, Sasha continues her prayers to give healing to her allies.....

"Statement: Destroy the large one." offers Aodh from the back. If only because he's currently attempting to deal with two Worgs that have decided to keep nipping at him. Fluid and oil leaks from various deep bite impressions that have been left upon his frame - and he keeps whorling and swinging the large spiked chain that he grasps in both hands - or one hand, considering the chain is coming out of one hand itself.

The spike comes stabbing out towards one Worg, who is just a mite too fast for him to hit. It impacts into the earth with an ominous 'thump' - and he promptly yanks it back to continue letting it swing. "Alert: Large-type enemy is exceptionally dangerous. Caution."

The clockwork paladin is standing right in the path of the raging man and his gigantic axe, and while she might not possess a sense of smell and therefore be immune to the effects of his odour, she is certainly not similarly protected from the might of his axe. The sturdy construction of her outer shell proves inadequate against hte ferrocity of his assault; her armored carapaced sunders under the blow, gears and dislodged, and her crystal innards crack and shatter. She drops down to her knees under the savage attempt to destroy her there and then. Across her vision warnings flash; under a bright red WARNING and a CRITICAL DAMAGE a list scrolls past detailing damaged and destroyed components. CRITICAL FAILURE IMMINENT is the final conclusion.

Sasha's channelling, and Dubtle's restorative magic clear off much of the list, as her bits and pieces find their way back to the condition they ought to be in. The warnings recede, and the paladin looks up at the behemoth before her. The flesh and blood heroes around her are still under threat; there would be no change in strategy.

"Surrender!" she declares, rising once more to her feet; she changes her grip on her sword before whirling it in a wide, upwards arc, cutting a slash across the man's chest. "End this bloodshed and we will show mercy!"

Ilmig smacks the one that bit 'im with his axe. "Git down pup!" Then he challenges the biggum. "Come fight some'n yer own size, ye pansy!"

"Hey! You!"

Eyesnack is Dubtle's next target. He spins towards him and raises his hand, fist covere din glwoing green energy that seems to lance out and stike him square in the side.

It has no discernible effect.

"Uh... H-...hi...?" Zant mumbles out sheepishly while the giant man turns to face him. Sweatdrops the size of bullets flow along his face. "I don't suppose you'd like to just tal--" The suggestion is not even given time to be finished before the giant axe comes his way, and with a yelp, he just BARELY manages to lean his body to the side and out of the way of PAIN AND DEATH. "Whoa. WHOA. Just--" He starts to say, but then the axe is suddenly right on him again from the rebound of the motion, and cutting right across his midsection. "--Kh!" Blood spurts out profusely from the gash created through the heavy winter coat, and the darker-skinned man starts falling backwards. ''He's fast--!''

He's not just about to let himself fall, though. With his eyes snapping wide open again, his balance turns over again completely, and his feet stomp onto the ground to return him to standing upright-- and moving towards the giant again, even though the motion causes another large spatter of blood to burst from the wound just created on him. Fists curl tight. No choice here-- he might go down before he manages to do what he intends, but with the threat the giant poses alongside the pack of worgs, he has to at least *try* to jolt him into a momentary distraction, even if his intent on disturbing the nerves doesn't work as intended.

"--Ora." A twist of the Truth-Sayer's bleeding body, and a fist slams *hard* into the giant's solar plexus. Trying his damnest to strike the air out of the man. But he doesn't wait to see if that does so. His other foot shuffles forward to carry him even closer, and as the fist draws back again, both his arms turn into a rapid blur of motion again of throwing punches into the giant's torso. "Ora!" One fist against a kidney. "ORA!" Another into the midsection again. "ORAORAORA!" The effort is nearly enough to bruise his *own* fists-- and at the end of it all, even though he's jostled the giant, he's *still* in a worse condition, and nearly falls over forward after the rapid effort of motion, blood spurting both from his own stomach and mouth.

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Those that remain of the pack continue trying to eat a war golem of unusual size bit by bit, in what seems a winning battle -- if a bit time consuming. Hah. Get it? Cause clockwork... golems...

Ahem.

... Aaaanyway...

The battle rages on, and with Eyesnack's attention now shifted to the monk, it's time for some avid ass-beating to commence. That axe is lifted in a whirling swing that just skirts by the winter-clothed man, scuffing through his fabrics without harm, until it comes arcing back up for a second surprisingly skilled blow that cuts deep through the meaty bits of him, spraying the paladin on the other side with a hot smattering of fresh paint. Er, blood. Really, it's quite a stunning accentuation to her natural colourisation, but it's likely not the look she was going for.

He flinches only momentarily as Dubtle's magics settle in, mostly shaken off by the time all is said and done, and doing little to distract the massive creature's dreadful focus on Zant -- most especially when he starts going at him like a fist of the north star reject on PCP. A chorus of grunts and growls end in a howl of anguish, drawn into a roar of mindless rage.

With this act, Ilmig's words are little more than muffled trumpetting, and his challenge is utterly ignored.

Ophelia so bravely continues her fight, and that stalwart stance is something that should be admired by more than a few men of great faith and lacking action. But, even so, even with her blade scoring a strike through his thick hide, even with her clear words and honourable conduct, her demands for surrender, her offer of mercy, they are nothing but swallowed up by the dense thicket that surrounds them, kept in the dark like some shameful secret.

Though quite clearly nearly counted out with that last vicious round, it still seems ready for a fight, and Zant is the only opponent it sees with that great glassy eye, hemmoraged as it is, spidered through with burst vessels and bloodied advance, bright with strain at the outer edge. Even through this all, despite the pain and clear and present danger, that axe is lifted once more, as fierce at the last as he was at the first.

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"Statement: Able combatants detected." states Aodh, towards his own party. Some sort of backhanded compliment of their fighting ability, considering they're fighting a giant creature with one eye and an axe as big as his torso. With a twist of his form in a more agile movement than normally permitted from the War Golem's frame, he brings the Spiked Chain up and about in a great loop, before catching it under his elbow and sending it spearing through the torso of Worg 2, impailing it to the ground momentarily before he yanks the spiked and weighted tip of his chain back out.

He revolves his form to pay more attention to Worg 3, now that he is in a more one-on-one situation. He swings the spiked chain in a harsh circle, sending a spray of blood around the War Golem. "Emotion: Happiness. Statement: One down. One to go." He states in that harsh, uncaring tone. "Implication: You will die here." Of course, the War Golem doesn't know if the Worg understands him or not, but he doesn't seem to care much.

Ophelia's brief stint of being the focus of the enemy, thereby taking his ire off those she was built to protect, and actually hitting him while she's at it, seems to be over. She swings her sword in a wide arc and cuts through nothing but air; inside the confines of her own mind she makes a note that she really must make adjustments to all of her servos, since everything seems to be entirely off.

"Leave him be," she declares, sensing that the one-eyed man's attention is shifting to Zant. "Harm him not, I am your foe!" Well, likely to no avail, but worth a try.

"Sit. Stay. Play-" Ilmig smacks the pup again with his axe. "Dead. There ye go! Good pup!"

"You! YOu stop that! Right now! Stop moving so we don't have to kill you any further!" Duble points a finger at Eyesnack.

Absolutely nothing happens.

Sasha is still channeling healing energy to keep everyone upright. Sadly, her latest one is sort of weak and Zant goes thud.

It's rather unfortunate, that when Zant does straighten himself up from the post-assault slump-- he does it only in time to see the axe coming for him again.

This time he can't find the strength in his body to move out of the way. THe blade of the axe slices across his front again to create another profusely-bleeding gash to his body-- and then comes along all over again. And sinks damn near deep enough into him to reach his spine and cut him in half.

"...Ah."

A hand rises up, slowly, while the axe is getting drawn away again from him, trying to grab at... something, anything, for balance.

But he doesn't manage it. Instead, while blood sprays from his most recent, obscenely grievous wound, air leaves his lungs and his vision fades completely.

In the very next instant, the man's slumping down onto his side on the ground, limbs gone completely limp, and the snowy ground around him painted crimson with the wide splatter of blood.

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C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!

It is with no small measure of ferocity that Zant is subsequently repaid for his artful ministrations; that axe comes whistling through the night air in horrendous cleave, spackling the ground with a gouting spray of blood as the monk's abdomen is opened by its cruelly biting edge, acrid breath wheezing in fetid flow as it billows from his monstrous maw in visible whorls that dance as frost in starlight -- one simple beautiful moment within the grotesque reality of what comes next. With a great, and wretched heave of his blade, that curved and bevelled impliment draws with it the internal spooling that, when properly coiled, keeps the human condition in the black, dragging him to blood-muddied earth with calamatous strike.

Bleeding from his nose and mouth, that glassy eye turns toward the gathered heroes with a sort of sadistic glee that gives way to the broken and crooked smile from which comes a gurgled, strangled laughing that shakes the fat of its belly in a sluggish, slick rolling. A filthy hand lifts to wipe a combination of blood and drool from the corner of his mouth, smearing it over his skin in some sick semblance of warpaint as his attentions once more find the war golem paladin and her silver-spun words, mockery in every long-drawn gasp, every twitch of his lips, each choked spewing of nefarious mirth.

"You..." Cough, tainted spittle bathing her frame. "Next."

Even still, the worgs that he had fought to keep continue their onslaught, nipping and biting and ... dying. Until there is only one left, the battlefield littered with a sacrifice to the balance of this place, and those that keep it so tightly in slowly loosening grip.

Yet, no matter how dire, the keen of sight will notice that despite the damage to his frame, Zant still breathes ever so shallowly. Though life slips, no matter how slippery the mortal coils may be, the will of a warrior is as tempered steel clutching a heart of flame impetuous.

This flame is Zant's guttering legacy, and one last breeze should do the trick.

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There's something entirely awful about getting tripped by a Worg. Is it the bite? Is it the yank? Is it the fact that he's rapidly descending towards earth with all the beautiful speed that only gravity can provide? That's probably a big one. With the thunk of his frame hitting the ground, Aodh has a momentary reboot of his systems. "Warning: Ninety-eight percent damage to efficiency." Comes the monotone, as while he's attempting to pick himself back up, the Worg once again gores him with its awful fangs of awful.

Sparks fly from the rent wounds in his chassis, as he swings the spiked chain in a sharp gesture - but a twitch in his motions causes the chain to fly off into the air - until he then forcefully yanks the chain back and proceeds to continue swinging it. "Statement: Bugger."

"Just a little more." Sasha says as her prayers continue....getting Aodh and Zant to stand, at least......

An innocent man lays on the ground, bleeding out his apparent last! Ophelia stands motionless for a moment, and if she were a being of flesh and blood, her jaw might be aslack; and then the one-eyed monster is speaking of who will be next. Ophelia barely hears the details. Situation Critical flashes across her vision. This must end.

"YOU SHALL NOT HARM ANYONE ELSE!" She declares, her voice ringing out powerfully as she steps forwards, grasping her sword firmly and standing implacable, no matter the damage inflicted upon her that still lingers. "By the power and authority vested in me by almight Daeus, YOU SHALL NOT HARM ANOTHER!"

Ophelia's weapon takes on a bright glow; she winds up, setting a feint, and then whirls her blade in a wide arc. This time, her servos function properly. This time, she strikes as though she means it; and this time, the one eye'd man's head comes free from his shoulders, tumbling to the ground at the clockwork paladin's feet.

Splat!

A bag full of a thick and quickly hardening glue splashes into the remaining worg. Dubtle looks proud of himself. "I DID IT," he says, perhaps more shocked than anyone else present.

Ilmig never got to the biggun, but at least iSnot ain't hurtin no one no more. He goes for the stuck pup and smacks it hard with his axe. "Down boy!"

Zant's bleeding profusely. Very much so. And for a moment, he remains down on the ground-- but then the healing energy starts flowing through him.

"...uuuugggghhh."

With his hand curling into a fist first, he hasn't even fully gathered up all of his consciousness before he starts pushing himself up from the snowy, bloodstained ground, in a mess of torn clothing and his own blood. And barely even standing up fully before he's moving on to try to stumble his way along. Try to help still. STubborn as he is.

"Warning: ERROR percent damage to efficiency. ERROR. Repairs applied. Eighty-Five percent damage to efficiency." comes the warning and blurting tone from Aodh. Briefly saved from an immediate BSOD, the War Golem responds with a heafty swing of its Spiked Chain. The force of the motion is assisted with a twiching jerk of servos that send the spiked chain's tip into the Worg.

When it is yanked out, it takes something vital with it. Aodh doesn't really know what it is - but it goes *squrt* when he slams his heafty boot down on it. The Worg goes down. "Statement: Victory. Observation: All Units survived encounter. Operation: Glade-Clense is complete. Mission Accomplished. Observation: Extensive repair required. Unit will initiate shutdown in ten minutes."

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And the world is saved, once again.

Sightless, lifeless, Eyesnack's head rolls the few feet it takes to rest it with a soft bump against the paladin's shin before it rocks to an unsettling stop, staring out at the world with more venomous spite now than it ever could have had whilst living. With the worg and the cyclops all felled by blade and by fist, the meadow becomes a place of peace once more. The moon bares down on this place as silent witness, shining more brightly with lumbering shadow and harrowing howls no longer tainting this simple grove.

When the party has recovered well enough to head back out the way it came, there is transportation waiting, and a note that reads simply: Dancing shadows guide you home.

This is, apparently, the only notification that the Ranger scout that had brought you here has witnessed your deeds and is satisfied with the outcome. How trecherous a path we walk, the adventuring breed -- how fragile the balance that so oft goes unnoticed, tended by people that go the same.

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[[Category:Logs]]
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Many of the logs below refer to general roleplay. Some are tied to '''[[Standard PrPs|Player-Run Plots]]''', though. Many are also '''[[Meetups]]''', or '''[[Small Stories]]'''!

==2014 Logs==

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|Log
|People
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|December 3, 2014
|[[PrP: Sinkhole Part 2a]]
|[[Kidda]],[[Thanix]],[[Kroth]],[[Yngvild]]
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|December 5, 2014
|[[Commitee]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Meihui]], [[Mikilos]]
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|December 6, 2014
|[[MEETUP: Snowball Fight!]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]], [[Ionus]], [[Kidda]], [[Meihui]], [[Silmeria]], [[Jibbom]], [[Lorien]], [[Benthus]], [[Arixillo]], [[Vroole]], [[Abrahil]], [[Munch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zalara]], [[Stirling]], [[Talazia]]
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|December 9, 2014
|[[PrP: Decoy (part 2)]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Jahnavi]]
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|December 11,2014
|[[Snow Play]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Autumn]], [[Aldean]], [[Amithil]]
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|December 12, 2014
|[[PrP: Pickety Pickety]]
|[[Nuanna]], [[Jal]], [[Amithil]], [[Vroole]], [[Thanix]]
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|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Milk Run]]
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|December 13, 2014
|[[PrP: Ambush]]
|[[Schneider]], [[Lothos]], [[Aldean]], [[Kiroth]]
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|December 14, 2014
|[[PrP: Trade Route]]
|[[Jahnavi]], [[Alba]], [[Amithil]], [[Jal]], [[Aevarr]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|December 14, 2014
|[[Poetic Souls]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Alba]], [[Raethon]], [[Stirling]], [[Bahken]]
|-
|December 16, 2014
|[[PrP: Pookems and Snookems]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Kroth]], [[Amithil]]
|-
|December 20, 2014
|[[PrP: Supplies!]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Benthus]], [[Oates]], [[Rhar]], [[Tatyannah]], and [[Zalara]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]].
|-
|December, 2014
|[[A Series of Sad Bars]]
|[[Talazia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aldean]], [[Godwyn]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[Bandit Trouble]]
|[[Azariah]], [[Brianna]], [[Kroth]], [[Vroole]], [[Yngvild]]
|-
|December 22, 2014
|[[PrP: Finding Rachel]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Aevarr]]
|-
|December 24, 2014
|[[PrP: Think of the Children!]]
|[[Jessamy]], [[Raethon]], [[Takiyah]], [[Tiasa]], and [[Vroole]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 25, 2014
|[[PrP: Dying Paladin]]
|[[Sophia]], [[Munch]], [[Lothos]]
|-
|December 26, 2014
|[[PrP: It's Always Bugs]]
|[[Benthus]], [[Corra]], and [[Kravar]], run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|December 29, 2014
|[[PrP: Rescue the Orphans 2]]
|[[Corra]], [[Godwyn]], [[Aldean]]
|-
|December 31, 2014
|[[PrP: Unwanted Residents]]
|[[Yrqeem]], [[Uraug]], [[Tiasa]],[[Kroth]]
|-
|}

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==2015 Logs==
===Janurary===

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|Date
|Log
|People
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| January 2, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Thanix]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 4, 2015
|[[PrP: Guardians at the Gate]]
|[[Laefwyn]], [[Alakton]], [[Renfrey]], [[Pips]], [[Taro]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|January 6, 2015
|[[PrP: Scouts or just Wolves]]
|[[Alba]],[[Dain]],[[Belladona]]
|-
|January 7, 2015
|[[PrP: Do you wanna chomp a snowman?]]
|[[Aevarr]],[[Kroth]],[[Smythly]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Barney the Bear]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Terewin]], [[Blackjack]], [[Arkun]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[PrP: Breeding Grounds 2]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Pips]], [[Charis]], [[Taro]]
|-
|January 8, 2015
|[[Pubbing]]
|[[Vroole]], [[Oliver]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|January 9, 2015
|[[PrP:The_Cairn]]
|[[Terewin]], [[Faiza]], [[Blackjack]], [[Pips]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[PrP: Missing Husband]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Flicker]]
|-
|January 11, 2015
|[[Theater Front]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Flicker]], [[Basil]], [[Mikilos]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 10, 2015
|[[PrP:_Goblins%3F_Bandits%3F_Stolen_babies!|PrP: Goblins and Stolen Babies]]
|Silmeria, Dain, Charis, Barsool-um
|-
|January 12, 2015
|[[Market Crash]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Te'Andra]], [[Solace]], [[Selia]], [[Ivy]], [[Cesran]], [[Basil]], [[Flicker]], [[Audax]]
|-
|January 16, 2015
|[[PrP: Haunted Playhouse]]
|[[Belladona]], [[Yngvild]], [[Flicker]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|January 17, 2015
|[[PrP:Walk in the Woods]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Kroth]], [[Dain]], [[Morasha]]
|-
|January 17th, 2015
|[[PrP: Doge Day Afternoon]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Terewin]], [[Rayne]], [[Bahken]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Danger Close]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Lothos]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 18, 2015
|[[PrP: Lost Tower]]
|[[Zalara]], [[Rhar]], [[Renfrey]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|January 20, 2015
|[[PrP: A Beautiful Mine]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Silmeria]], [[Yngvild]], [[Jahnavi]], [[Morasha]], [[Daromu]]
|-
|January 21, 2015
|[[Meetup: Angoron Party!]]
|[[Yngvild]], [[Jibbom]], [[Morasha]], [[Munch]], [[Kroth]], [[Bahken]], [[Hrist]], [[Nicolai]], [[Boshter]], [[Halani]], [[Stjepan]], [[Rayne]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: An Apprentice Problem]]
|[[Kiroth]], [[Lothos]], [[Rhar]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 25, 2015
|[[PrP: Hunter and Prey]]
|[[Lily]], [[Latenat]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[A Suddenly Bad Day]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lily]], [[Benthus]]
|-
|January 26, 2015
|[[Mountain Rest]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jahnavi]]
|-
|January 27, 2015
|[[Recruitment Efforts]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Aldean]], [[Silmeria]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: The Diary]]
|[[Charis]], [[Aevarr]], [[Stjepan]], [[Yngvild]], [[Gareth]], [[Oliver]], [[Faiza]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 30, 2015
|[[PrP: Portal Trouble]]
|[[Bahken]], [[Duncan]], [[Lothos]], [[Lyrana]], and [[Zarr]]. Run by [[Ssylrath]]
|-
|January 22, 2015
|[[PrP: Yippee Ki Yay]]
|[[Kroth]], [[Bennet]], [[Mara]], [[Belladona]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PrP: Clearing the Cache]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Renfrey]], [[Kiroth]], [[Margaret]]
|-
|January 31, 2015
|[[PRP: Monkey Business]]
|[[Aldean]], [[Lothos]], [[Godwyn]], [[Corra]], [[Abrahil]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|}

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==2016 Logs==
===January===

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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2016
|[[PrP: Sticky Situation]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Raethon]], [[Chach]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sigrid]], [[Eirene]]
|-
|January 2, 2016
|[[PrP: Murderous Cannibal]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Sigrid]], [[Kailin]], [[Malkael]]
|-
|January 5, 2016
|[[Docks Talk]]
|[[Munch]], [[Kailin]]
|-
|January 7, 2016
|[[PrP: Borders II: Raiders of the Lost Cart]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Kaj]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 10, 2016
|[[PrP: The Lost Boy]]
|[[Garak]], [[Munch]], [[Verna]], [[Tiasa]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[PrP: Village of Glenspiel]]
|[[Haggerty]], [[Kailin]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 11, 2016
|[[Woods Wizards]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Fayde]]
|-
|January 12, 2016
|[[Snipe hunt]]
|[[Munch]], [[Uneth]], [[Iadoth]]
|-
|January 13, 2016
|[[Before the Society]]
|[[Verna]], [[Solace]], [[Kailin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 14, 2016
|[[PrP: Bandit Tree]]
|[[Veloria]], [[Sigrid]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[PrP: Mining Job]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Sasha]], [[Drok'thar]]
|-
|January 22, 2016
|[[Meetup: Courtroom Blues: Prelude]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 23, 2016
|[[Meetup: Bardic Concert]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Stirling]], [[Aldean]], [[Jibbom]], [[Silmeria]], [[Arisha]], [[Stjepan]], [[Abrahil]], [[Serene]], [[Svarshan]], [[Verna]], [[Miruan]]
|-
|January 24, 2016
|[[PrP: Cult Leader]]
|[[Tiasa]], [[Garak]], [[Verna]], [[Alba]], and [[Nadara ]]
|-
|January 28, 2016
|[[PrP: Buried Demons]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Vasya]], [[Sully]], [[Thanix]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[PrP: Demons in the Manor]]
|[[Halena]], [[Vasya]], [[Kailin]], [[Ezriya]]
|-
|January 31, 2016
|[[Blades of Hell]]
|[[Kailin]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Vasya]], [[Veloria]], [[Kevan]]
|-
|February 2, 2016
|[[A Ladle Help, Please]]
|[[Arisha]], [[Veloria]]
|-
|January 29, 2016
|[[Meetup: Fancy Party]]
|[[Vati]] [[Kailin]], [[Myrana]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jacob]], [[Charlotte]], [[Jibbom]], [[Rhar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]]
|}

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==2017 Logs==
===January===
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|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 2, 2017
|[[PrP: Winter Raids]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Blauensturm]], [[Astaren]], [[Zenia]], [[Malorn]], [[Josselyn]], [[Albain]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Troll Hunt]]
|DM: [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], Players: [[Nasrin]], [[Sadia]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Ilmig]], [[Khera]]
|-
|January 3, 2017
|[[Scene: Penance Before Althea]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|
|MEETUP: [[Hayatiento Aerie Opening]]
|Lots
|-
|January 4, 2017
|[[Scene: To Petition Eluna]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 5, 2017
|[[Redeye Flight]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Scene: Bound to the Moon]]
|[[An'thirya]], [[Astaren]], [[Aya]], [[Dubtle]]
|-
|January 6, 2017
|[[Selerik Intros Elian to the City's Malaise]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 7, 2017
|[[A New Year Blitz]]
|[[Ollithial]], [[Sparrow]], [[Azarval]], [[Krom]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Elian Intros Pendaril to Selerik]]
|[[Selerik]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 9, 2017
|[[Crimson Justice!]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Aznara]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Miriai]], [[Myrana]], [[Sandy]], [[Selerik]], [[Silmeria]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|January 11, 2017
|[[About the Door Trials]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 12, 2017
|[[Big Dreams and a Little Dragon]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 13, 2017
|[[Tracks to the Junkyard]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]], [[Azog]], [[Aya]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|January 16, 2017
|[[Interview: Mistress of Weasels]]
|[[Astaren]], [[Roselle]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 18, 2017
|[[Mysterious Box Recovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|January 19, 2017
|[[Checking Out the Wreck]]
|[[Munch]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|January 23, 2017
|[[Lodestones, Trails, and Spells]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Selerik]]
|-
|January 24, 2017
|[[Horse Sense]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Soren]], [[Aya]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|January 25, 2017
|[[Huldith]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[Drunken Blindfolded Target Practice]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Mayahuel]], [[Bjoric]]
|-
|January 26, 2017
|[[A Fault in the Plan]]
|[[Aya]], [[Bjoric]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Selerik]], [[Stjepan]], [[Fazhad]]
|-
|January 27, 2017
|[[A Conspiracy Discovered]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Fazahd]]
|-
|January 31, 2017
|PrP: [[Lady Jaquetta]]
|[[Munch]], [[Aya]]
|-
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2017
|Meetup: [[Beer Khazad and Calzones]]
|[[Lysa]] [[Astaren]] [[Dubtle]] [[Hildr]] [[Khogh Dorahl]]
|-
|February 2, 2017
|[[Frolic in Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 7, 2017
|[[The Rest of the Story]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Aya]]
|-
|February 13, 2017
|[[Rats & Shadows]]
|[[Selia]], [[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]]
|-
|February 14, 2017
|[[Erithamiel and Airships]]
|[[Ga'Elian Faravanilas|Ga'Elian]], [[Garak]]
|-
|February 17, 2017
|[[PrP: Not For Licking]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Amythyst]], [[Nicolai]], [[Ollithial]], [[Zant]]
|-
|February 17, 2017
|[[PrP: Eye Spy]]
|[[Yokai]] ST, [[Aodh]], [[Sasha]], [[Dubtle]], [[Ilmig]], [[Zant]], [[Ophelia]]
|-
|}