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Balancing the Scales, part 4

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Balancing the Scales, part 4
*Emitter: Cryosanthia
*Characters: Aimarra, Elyanna, Glasha, Tawyse, Joro
*Place: Eldwyn Road, Eldwyn Forest, and Bendywine River
*Time: Thursday, August 13, 2020, 6:01 PM
*Summary: The kobolds retreat into the forest as the party pursues. Joro and Locien are unconscious, while Aimarra, Tawyse and Elyanna are trying to surround the kobolds and convince them to give up. Glasha participates from a distance. There is a lot of back and forth, with the kobolds arguing amongst themselves, although a few answers are given to Elyanna. Aimarra takes a shot, which is returned by the blue kobold firing on her with the Thunderbelcher, and Tawyse is stuck down with a tanglefoot bag. Aimarra tries a trick to entice the kobolds closer, while the group converges.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Aimarra 5'1" 128 Lb Half-Elf Female Brown hair and eyes, breastplate, leathers, pointed ears.
Elyanna 5'11" 153 Lb Half-Orc Female An oddly complected woman in a raven feather cloak
Glasha 5'8" 100 Lb Half-Orc Female Green-skinned, young lady with bleached hair.
Tawyse 3'0" 33 Lb Gnome Female An orange-haired Gnome in green leather armor.
Joro 8'10" 532 Lb Giantborn Female A towering female Jotun clad in scale mail.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia 6'9" 291 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=</pre>

The first shot has been fired! The red kobold shot the giantborn, opening up a gash on the side of her head as she struggled through the underbrush on the side of the road. The kobolds have also left the road, and are struggling on their own towards the forest. She's currently the closest to them, at one hundred and twenty feet. The mourner rode up behind, channeling some healing, and trails her, following at five feet. The rest of the party is split, the half-orc bard and gnome druid behind the caltrop line, thirty feet back from the jotun, and barely fifteen feet out of the bend in the road. The elf archer is in the woods, one hundred and fifty feet away from the kobolds, closing on a diagonal. The underbrush is a little sparser between the trees, allowing for slightly faster movement. Meanwhile, the half-orc wizard of the party waits with the cart, too far away to easily engage, but able to hear the sounds of battle.

Squinting, the Gnome glances about, before hopping down from Chaucy. She runs a hand along his carapace. "Stay here, Chaucy, and be vigilant. Come if I call for you." Crouching, Tawyse begins moving towards the sounds of gunfire and shouting, dodging quickly from tree to tree.

Despite the healing, the jotun's injury leaves her swaying on her feet. She lies down in the brush, taking a moment to recover.

As the magic particles clear, the blue kobold says, "Gotss healer. Ranger danger too." <draconic>

"No care, taking Biggie," the red retorts, then shouts loudly at the party, "You sstop now! Sstay down!" <draconic>

"Reki, they no understand. Sspread sshoot, more wounded, lessss chasse." Blue says, "and no kill." <draconic>

The green pulls something from its belt, "Ready throw sstuff Blubbss, ready parassol," <draconic> then switches to tradespeak, "Sstop run up! You sstop we talk!" They keep moving for the treeline, their location easily determined from their bright armour, and the coloured parasol they're carrying.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (4)+8: 12 (Gila Percep)
GAME: Elyanna rolls handle animal: Trained Use Only: 0
GAME: Elyanna rolls ride: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (5): 5
GAME: Caltrops damaged Elyanna for 5 points. 22 HP remaining.
GAME: Elyanna rolls fortitude: (5)+1: 6
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d2: (2): 2
GAME: Giant Wasp Poison damaged Elyanna's Dexterity for 2 points. 2 total damage.
GAME: Elyanna rolls diplomacy: (17)+8: 25</pre>

That Elyanna's horse is not one accustomed to battle is well established by this point, but just to drive the point home, it choses that moment to buck and throws the red halfbreed from the saddle, who lands flat on her back with a scream as the upright spines pierce her flesh. "Fuuu-! D-damnit...!" She takes a second before trying wobblingly to get to unsteady feet, 'Wwwah...Wait!' A shake of the head, and she tries louder, 'WAIT! S-stop! Everyone, We can end this cleanly.' The cloaked woman managed to get more or less fully upright, though she weave a touch uneasily, 'Alex is using you!' <goblin-talk>

As the mourner lowers his symbol of Vardama, the sound of Elyanna's horse spooking and dropping her on the caltrops draws his attention. His horse, better combat trained than he is, isn't startled, but also isn't aware of the hazards at the mourner's level. As he turns his horse around, he smacks directly into a low tree branch, knocking him to the ground and the air out of him. His horse stands protectively over his prone form.

Glasha's eyes are fixed on the two stuck kobolds, but her expression is softening a bit. She can't hear the other kobolds well enough to work well as a translator, and she couldn't grasp the rudiments of Fireball, yet. She thumped the haft of her axe-staff against the ground and said, "You two are being very good, very quiet boys. If you keep behaving this well, I might be tempted to give you a treat before we let you go." She doesn't take her eyes off them save to occasionally blink, but that's pretty tedious. <draconic>

"Turn over, not sssee axe come?" Jak asks Glasha, very quietly. <draconic>

"Alex using you!" The green kobold yells back at Elyanna, perhaps simply repeating whatever the last thing said to it was. Its arguments do seem to be echoes, although it does add, "Kobold river, Kobold bridge, Kobold toll!"

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (6)+8: 14 (Gila Percep)</pre>

Still, Aimarra makes her way through the woods, dodging brambles and undergrowth, trying not to sprain an ankle as she gets closer. She has a goal in mind, one she has not shared with the others, but the others are minded to negotiate, so that buys her some time. She makes no indication to anyone of her exact location, and ensures that her movement is from tree to tree, always pausing behind a tree as she closes in.

<pre>GAME: Tawyse rolls perception: (6)+6: 12
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25</pre>

Still crouched low, the Gnome moves along as quickly as possible while avoiding getting tripped by, or tangled, in the underbrush. Thusly, her path is not as straight as it could be, meandering a little in favour of an easier passage.

There is a quiet snoring coming from the bushes beside the road. Locien's horse looks over and whickers. Elyanna's horse runs around riderless.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (5): 5 (Waltzing Matilda 2, Next 2 takes)</pre>

The trio of kobolds keep moving, finally reaching the tree line where it's a lot harder to see them. The green one seems to be doing its best to drag the other two through the underbrush. The red kobold has its hands all over the thunderbelcher which is almost as large as it is, reloading it surprisingly quickly. This seems to upset the blue, which admonishes, "Reki! Going break Matilda." <draconic>

"Fine Blubss. Reloaded, you sshoot, you sshow." <draconic> The last visible thing they do, is two of them swap items, the red takes the parasol and the blue one takes the thunderbelcher.

"No sshoot, talk" <draconic> the green one says, "You lie before, why not lying now? Bring cart for bodies, get bounty."

The mourner's horse noses him.

<pre>GAME: Elyanna rolls fortitude: (20)+1: 21 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)
GAME: Elyanna rolls diplomacy: (13)+8: 21</pre>

"Think!" Elyanna replies crisply as she brings a hand to her head, giving a final shake before she manages to get her stability back, "When we were few, made you flee. You have not killed. If we just wanted the bounty, you would be dead now. Choose to live, or to die, but do it now."

As she says all of this, Elyanna carefully steps around the caltrops still on the bridge, while several of their bretheren are still stuck in her back, making movement rather uncomfortable.

<pre>GAME: Glasha rolls Perception: (16)+1: 17
GAME: Glasha rolls Diplomacy: (6)+0: 6</pre>

Glasha sighs. "Jak, I'm trying really hard to make this clear to you. You're being a good boy, and we're going to let you go if you keep cooperating. I'm only going to put this axe through your skull if you try to escape," she says calmly, then her expression sours again, "or if you keep talking," she says, calmly still, though her tone of voice is much colder and her knuckles pale as she grips her greataxe more tightly. "That was the deal, if you remember," she adds, still calm and cold as ice, despite the smile baring her tusks fully.

Glasha now calls out, "Reki! Blubs! You bring Matilda here this instant! I won't tell you boys again!" She's got the tone of voice of someone yelling at children to come inside. Like she'd already told them twice already. "Jak and Trak are waiting for this to be over so they can go home with you!" <draconic>

Over in the cart, lying on his back and staring up at the half-orc wizard, Jak is all eyes and very attentive. As she instructs him to shut up, he does, maintaining his unblinking gaze.

However, the trio in the woods hear the shouted words of both the half-orcs, though the swashy-bard's are more mollifying. The green kobold's hissy reply comes, once again giving away their position. "You kill Trak, you kill Jak! You come for shiny boom! Choosing live and run away."

"Not coming! Ssneaking ssoftsskins ssurrounding. Iss trick" One of the other two calls back, the kobold sounds angry as well as high pitched. It's likely Reki, the red one, "Matilda ssay no!" <draconic>

The elf has crept closer, and the kobolds have moved closer to her, placing her seventy feet away.

<pre>GAME: Glasha rolls Diplomacy: (5)+0: 5</pre>

Glasha huffs out another breath. 'Children,' she mutters to herself. "Jak," she addresses to Jak. "Trak," she addresses to Trak. Then to both of them back and forth, she says, "Please shout the following three words at the others. One, then the other," she says, pointing between the two. "Say, 'I am alive.' Only this and nothing more." <draconic>

<pre>GAME: Aimarra rolls stealth+16: (3)+5+16: 24
GAME: Aimarra rolls perception: (10)+9: 19
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (12)+8: 20 (Gila Percep)</pre>

_Oh, so they are fleeing, are they?_ Aimarra cocks an ear to the shouted attempts at diplomacy some distance up ahead, and again as the sounds of movements through the brush come closer. Coming closer - they are coming this way! An immediate change of plans is called for, and the half-sil immediately looks around her for an appropriate patch of underbrush to conceal herself in. The concealment job is less than perfect, and a dead branch jabbing her in the side makes it less than comfortable to stay still, but stay still she does, waiting and listening.

<pre>GAME: Tawyse rolls perception: (17)+6: 23
GAME: Tawyse rolls stealth: (10)+6+20: 36
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (16)+8: 24 (Gila Percp)</pre>

The kobolds are barely visible. Blue has the Thunderbelcher, Red has the Umbrella. Red and Green seem to be in the same space.

The orange-haired druid's ears perk up slightly, and she grins, angling in on the convenient mouth noises the fleeing Kobolds continue to make. She's also able to more easily make out what they are saying, at least the bits in tradespeak.

<pre>GAME: Glasha rolls Intimidate+4: (6)+2+4: 12</pre>

As diplomacy doesn't seem to be working and she's lost patience dealing with the childish kobolds, the half-orc wizard discoveres an aspect of her heritage. Namely, it's a lot easier for her to be intmidating. The angry Mommy face is working better to keep the two in the cart silent.

Distantly on the north stretch of road, the snoring continues.

<pre><OOC> DC10 percep to have noticed riding by perhaps
GAME: Elyanna rolls perception: (9)+2: 11</pre>

Jak and Trak stare up at Glasha, prone, at least one of them bound, they're quite vulnerable and it's obvious by their body lanuage - and smell, that they are afraid. Her kind demeanor doesn't seem to be convincing them, and then she switches to angry-mom mode. Oddly, they respond better to the abuse.

They don't say anything, however. The instructions seemed quite clear, don't talk. Now, they're being told to speak. Jak looks over at Trak, then they both look up again, their expressions getting worse. Speak or not? Is this the trick that kills them? She's gripping that axe like she's ready to swing, she's so big. Orcs are easily angered.

They remain terrified and silent.

"I did not kill Trak. Both live!" Elyanna replies, trying to keep all the irritation out of her voice. She looks back the way she came, "Show them the taken live!" she hollars back. There's a low growl in her throat as she turns again, and lifts a free hand to try and get the caltrops out....

The trio of kobolds are in the trees now, and seem to have some familiarity. They're moving quickly, three silvery forms darting from bush to bush, between the trees, occasionally visible when one looks up and around. All have something ready in their hands, and while the blue has the thunderbelcher and the red the parasol, it's not obvious what the green carries.

And they keep talking, "Ssay got Trak, Jak." The green's voice is heard. <draconic>

"Guyss, can sssort out. They got Trak, Jak. Not dead." It must be the blue one, even in draconic the pleading tones come across. <draconic>

"Isss trick Blubsss. Not got." ; "Reki, can't leave them." ; "Reki, Blubss, let talk." ; "They worssship you Gila, can't abandon." ; "They fault they get captured." ; "Reki, talking, Blubss, be ready. Sstill ssneaking." <draconic>

Finally the green one yells a response, 'Keeping Ssshiny Boom. You not lying, not kill, talk trade. What for Trak, Jak?' From the sound of its voice, the group has gotten further south and closer to Aimarra's hidden position.

Their chatter keeps giving their position away, providing a general position even when they aren't visible.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (7)+8: 15 (Gila Percep)
GAME: Elyanna rolls preception: (15)+preception: 15
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "DC 12 for them to see you"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (1)+8: 9 (EPIC FAIL)</pre>

The mourner, meanwhile, is lost in a dream and on a battlefield. The sky is a stark white, filled with ravens. Around him as far as the eye can see lie bodies, the only colours are grey and black and blood. He can't move. A skeletal horse stands over him, nosing exhaling charnal fumes, the scent of the crypt. Riding the horse is grey figure, indistinct in robes. It is a nightmare, or perhaps for a devotee of the Grey Lady, a pleasant portent of things to come.

"They live. Where did you get the boom?" Elyanna calls back in return, starting to move up along the road to close the distance and regain sight of the kobolds, still trying to negotiate, "Talk, and find another way. You can live! Show all you are not vermin. You are clever, show you are wise! Choose!"

<pre>GAME: Glasha rolls Intimidate+Strength+4: (10)+2+2+4: 18</pre>

Glasha looks at Elyanna, then looks back at the two kobolds in the cart. She turns and jumps up, her thicc, muscular, half-oruchish booty thumping between the two. Pinching the haft of her greataxe between her knees, she grabs Jak by his arm and Trak by his arm, holding them up. "Hey, I got two live Kobolds, here. Living Jak and living Trak. You didn't want to play nice," she says up at the two kobolds as she shakes them about. "Say the damn words!" she shouts up at the two terrified kobolds. <draconic>

"We alive" Trak shouts, Jak adds, "Gila, we alive! Ssssave us." The both kobolds stare in terror at Glasha as she shakes them around, "Ssssorry! Sssorry. I alive!"; "Yes Gila, I alive." <draconic>

"You ssslowtails! You wreck plan, thiss your fault." Clearly the red one responds first, the blue second, "Gila, do ssomething. Ssave them." <draconic>

"Sshhssss. Gotss thiss. Thinking." <draconic> The green one rubs its head, "Okay. Not lying. Wantss them. Trade for Trak, Jak. Get sshiny boom far away, not Alex. Get T-bow Alex. Will Trade T-Bow."

Still dangling, the two kobolds speak automatically, in stereo and awithout thinking, "Sssorry Reki, lotss sorry." It's not loud enough to be heard beyond the cart. <draconic>

Hidden in the underbrush as the kobolds amble closer, Aimarra's in no hurry to go anywhere, her bow held in one hand against the ground, barely daring to breathe. Oh, and that stick is still poking her in the side.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia nods, DC7 to see them.
GAME: Tawyse rolls perception: (11)+6: 17
GAME: Tawyse rolls stealth: (9)+6: 15</pre>

Tawyse continues to close, moving carefully so as to remain as silent as possible while still moving forward.

Taking the most adorable dirt-nap, Joro has been unconcious for a while now. The impact of the thunderbelcher knocked her out cleanly, for whatever reason may be. Still, it would appear she's fine, thanks to the now also unconcious healer. She lays in a heap, thankfully hidden in a particularly dense area of underbrush. Well, she would be hidden if she hadn't started snoring just now, and it is -loud-. Is it an earthquake? Is it an angry bear?

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (9)+8: 17 (Gila Percp)</pre>

It's not hard to follow the progress of the kobolds, while they are small and slide easily through the bushes, their constant inter-chatter roughly indicates where they are. Searching in the right direction, it's not long before there's a flash of silver, or coloured parasol, or the duller hues of scales, as well as telltale signs like bushes shaking or tiny twigs breaking underfoot.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "It's DC12 to spot them.
DC -10 (signs of battle) because they're talking,
+20 distance of 100',
+2 they end in underbrush."
GAME: Elyanna rolls perception: (7)+2: 9
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+8: (11)+8: 19
GAME: Elyanna rolls diplomacy: (12)+8: 20</pre>

Elyanna still travelling to try and lay eyes on, and allow the kobolds to lay eyes on her, she keeps her hands raised so they can see them empty. She sighs, cocking her head slightly as the hissy-growly issues from back by the wagon, then she looks toward where she thinks the kobolds are, "Good start! Who gave you the boom?" A frown for a moment at a particular twinge from a caltrop in her shoulder, then, "Come. Trade Jak and Trak for answers. "

Up on the north road, Elyanna's horse trots up beside Locien's horse.

Glasha thumps the squirming, screaming kobolds down on either side of her and puts her hands back on her axe. "You two wastes of chroma are giving me a headache," she says. "Why couldn't you be nice kobolds. Silver or brass or bronze or gold. Something pretty and shiny and prone to good." She shakes her head. "Instead, I'm stuck guarding the most childish chiton-covered cowards this side of the sea." She hops up onto her feet and turns, axe in both hands. She considers her options before scooping up Jak under one arm, Trak's chain taken in that hand as she drags him from where he is on the cart. 'I'm coming!' she calls out toward Elyanna. "And for the record," she shouts out impatiently in draconic, "I am the one who has been insisting we keep ALL of you safe. We are MORE than capable of handling this with bloodshed. Would have been faster, too." She looks around. 'Damn it, where are you, Elyanna?' she calls out finally, having been too focussed on the cart's kobolds to keep track of where everyone else is. <draconic>

The bushes keep rustling as the kobolds keep moving. Then, a little after Elyanna makes herself visible, the green kobold leads the other two into a small clearing, they're all visible, the red and blue crowded close together, the green standing a little apart. The blue kobold has its goggles down, is looking around, "Where isss?" <draconic>

"Over there Blubss," The red kobold, conspicuously not wearing goggles but also squinting in the light, points at the half-orc. The blue shoulders the thunderbelcher and aims at her, with the red dropping the parasol protectively, the gun-barrel over it. The red growls, "Where othersss?" <draconic>

"No sssee. Be ready." <draconic> The green one hisses, holding something low and out of sight, "Ok sssee you. You sstay there. Trade ansswerss for Trak, Jak. How many? Get sshiny boom from Fizzzs!"

Jak and Trak, wastes of chroma that they are, remain compliant and aside from some pained noised as they are yanked around, come willingly with Glasha.

<pre><OOC> Aimarra says, "I'm claiming both cover and surprise."
GAME: Aimarra rolls 1d20+6: (17)+6: 23
GAME: Aimarra rolls 1d6+2: (3)+2: 5</pre>

Out of nowhere, as that thunderbelcher levels at Elyanna, from off to one side, a well-placed arrow _slams_ into the thunderbelcher wielder. "Put that down," Aimarra's voice comes out, warningly and none too kindly.

From the brush roughly thirty degrees from where the arrow appears, the underbrush parts to admit Tawyse. Quarterstaff in hand, she stops just outside comfortable melee range. "Look. We all understand that a thunderbelcher is always loaded, so if you're pointing it at someone, it means you intend them harm. So I would suggest you stop pointing it at people. I will heal your wound, once you relinquish the thunderbelcher. If you persist, this will go poorly for you. We've more archers in the woods now. One thunderbelcher is not going to help very much against them.

She leans upon her staff. "Let us not descend further into violence, yes? Your friends are still alive, back in the cart."

<pre>GAME: Tawyse rolls diplomacy: (4)+1: 5</pre>

The kobolds have moved away into the treeline, the jotun is now one hundred and eighty from them. The party is scattered in the woods and on the road. Locien is unconscious and his horse is watching him. At their distance, pretty hard for you to see anyone, but you have an idea of where to go because they're talking, combat."

<pre>GAME: Joro rolls intelligence: (19)+-2: 17</pre>

With a snort that suggests that slumber has been put on hold, Joro mumbles to herself as she clambers to her feet. Looking around she stretches and yawns, smacking her lips a bit as she comes to, or what's available of, her sense. "Joro dream bad..." she says off-handedly to herself, and rubs at her aching head. Most would make an effort to dust themself off after taking a dirt-nap, but not Joro. Suddenly, she seems to remember what happened before her nap, and her head whips around towards the kobolds, and then to Glasha, then to the treeline. She heads that way in a hurry, hopping over underbrush when possible, to end up just inside the treeline.

"Not dream, not dream!" Joro repeats as she heads into the trees themselves.

"Kill! Kill her! Elf shoot you before!" The red kobold screams, pushing the blue, turning its aim, readying the parasol defensively. Tawyse steps out, and while her words are good, perhaps only one of them understands any of them beyond their tone, and it isn't the kobold with the gun. The blue steadies the Thunderbelcher. Chambers along the weapon start to glow, first a sphere filles with blue-ish light, then a green glow extends up coils along the barrel. As it's charging, it says, "No kill Reki, remember no kill."

'Point because liess. Point because sssneak up, disstract! Ssoftssskin lies like last time! Attack when you attack. You sssurrender!' the green one shouts back, flinging something it was holding at Tawyse.

>>BOOOM<< <draconic>

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Ranged touch on Tawyse"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+6: (9)+6: 15
GAME: Tawyse rolls reflex: (4)+3: 7
GAME: Tawyse rolls 2d4: (7): 7 (7 rounds entangled)
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "and, ranged CMB on Aimarra, Disarm attack. 20 concealment miss will apply after the roll.
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+4: (5)+4: 9</pre>

There's a thump at Tawyse's feet, the magic particle explosion from the thunderbelcher was a huge distraction, and a sticky bag explodes and glues the gnome down.

A bullet rips through the bushes surrounding Aimarra, near her bow hand. It would have hurt if it hit, but, perhaps the blue kobold wasn't shooting to kill? Or perhaps it is blind with the goggles on.

The trio start hustling away from Aimarra, Tawyse, and distantly Elyanna. They're being steered away from Glasha as well. Fortunately, the undergrowth stops them from getting far, unfortunately, they'll have an easier time hiding.

And the red just might be holding back something to fling if there's another sudden surprise.

<pre>GAME: Aimarra rolls perception: (16)+9: 25
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "+2 AC, 20% miss. Blue has."
GAME: Elyanna rolls perception: (17)+2: 19
GAME: Aimarra rolls 1d20+6: (16)+6: 22
GAME: Aimarra rolls 1d100: (57): 57</pre>

Boring conversation anyway,

After having the belcher aimed at her again, to much the same effect as last time, before it unloads at her comrades, the halfbreed unloads a sulphurous curse and starts to move closer, calling back in Oruch, "I'm here and closing to them!" for Glasha's benefit, irritation suffusing her voice. Caltrop spires still glinting from her back from the errant shaft of light, she clambors over roots and through underbrush as her hand finally scratches the itch and closes around the grip of her silver tressed whip and pulls it from her belt. <yrch-speak>

"Damnit, bubble-headed buffoons! A pox on this damned forest, and this tree and the's gods-damned spikes in my back!" Elyanna snarls through interlocking fangs. <goblin-talk>

<pre>GAME: Tawyse rolls strength: (6)+0: 6</pre>

"Softskins are liars? That's rich." Aimarra's getting a little tired of being poked by that branch, and it is time to move. That was a close call. She dashes out of the brush and behind the nearest tree, aiming with keen eyes at the bush they disappeared into. "Who was it that used a torch and an empty barrel to pretend they'd explode the bridge if we didn't pay up, mmm?"

Tawyse squeaks in surprise, and huffs in annoyance as she's stuck in place. She grunts and pulls mightily, but remains firmly rooted to the ground. "Augh, this is disgusting!", she says in frustration.

<pre>GAME: Joro rolls perception: (14)+8: 22</pre>

Moving along inside the trees, Joro hurries, but not with reckless abandon. She is swift, however the crunching of underbrush and fallen branches within the trees suggest she is indeed suggestive that her progress is slowed from her usual pace.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+14: (14)+14: 28 (Red stealth)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+13: (12)+13: 25 (Green Stealth)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+13: (14)+13: 27 (Blue Stealth)</pre>

No response to the taunts this time, perhaps it's being shot at, perhaps their opponents are too close. Maybe they're less beligerent without a loaded gun. Red folds up the parasol and the kobolds make an effort to melt into the underbrush.

<pre>GAME: Elyanna rolls perception: (6)+2: 8</pre>

The two horses watch over the prone human.

Elyanna continues along her 'path', weaving and ducking and- getthesedamnedthingsoutofherback!- The red woman peers around, trying to catch sight of the kobolds, but to little apparant avail and and starts to look around quickly for a second or two before she stamps her foot and howls, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!" <goblin-talk>

Glasha just walks with her kobold prisoners toward the others, grumbling, annoyed at literally all of this. She's not sprinting, she has kobolds she's taking care of. She's not yelling, but Jak is likely close enough to hear the frankly upsetting language she's muttering in her anger, and it is ALL in language he can DEFINITELY understand, making SURE that, even if it isn't aimed at him, he UNDERSTANDS the EXTENT of her frustration. Now, in truth, this isn't something a rule-following lady who endeavors to help people would generally do, but with 'the rage' in her family, sometimes even the ladylike half-oruch fumes now and again. As the boom echoes through the forest, birds that had re-settled into trees flooded the skies. "Why can't you idiots just surrender ths shiny so I can go home?!" raises the muttering of the half-oruch so at least the two kobolds near her can hear. She continues. "You KNOW what that sound was. /I/ know what that sound was. If your people loosed the first volley, they're dead, and I don't hold out much hope for you idiots, either, in that case," she concludes as she trudges along. "IDIOTS!" she shouts almost violently. "CHILDREN! TODDLER DRAGON LACKEYS WHO ARE TOO DUMB TO KNOW NOT TO STEAL ANYTHING TOO VALUABLE OR YOU DIE FOR YOUR TROUBLE!" She looks down to the following Trak and says, "I'm done pushing for the peaceful road, you understand that, right?" <draconic>

<pre>GAME: Aimarra rolls perception: (16)+9: 25</pre>

Aimarra peers out from behind the tree, searching for any sign of the kobolds, then stops abruptly and comes back fully out into the opening, gesturing to the others to join her, and only when someone gets close does she whisper, _Make them think we've lost them. Hide. Make them wonder where we are. And scatter._

And that plan is enacted.

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==Combatty Stuff==

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| Name | Race | Class | CHP | HP | AC/FF/T |CMD |For |Ref |Wil |
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|Aimarra |HALF-ELF |Rgr | 22 | 22 |20/17/14 | 18 | 5 | 6 | 2 |
|Elyanna |HALF-ORC |Bard/Swb | 22 | 27 |17/15/12 | 17 | 1 | 8 | 5 |
|Glasha |HALF-ORC |Wiz | 13 | 13 |11/10/11 | 14 | 2 | 1 | 4 |
|Joro |GIANTBORN |Bbn | 14 | 21 |17/15/12 | 19 | 6 | 2 | 2 |
|Tawyse |GNOME |Dru | 22 | 22 |15/13/13 | 13 | 5 | 3 | 7 |
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==================== Current Initiative Order - Round 10 =====================
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20 Tawyse 1
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20 Joro 1
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19 Kobolds 1
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18 Elyanna 1
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18 Locien 1
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>> 7 Glasha 1 <<
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6 Aimarra 1
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<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Okay, so last session dragged a little, my apologies. I'm trying a few different things, to make things snappier, and hopefully can get turns down to 12 minutes so we can cycle at least a round an hour. I'll do my best to provide relevant tactical information ahead of time, and if it isn't something relevant to the whole group please save the questions for your turn."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Locien is not able to make it, due to finals, and we discussed a few options but I'm going with the first one he suggested, which is he fails a ride roll and gets knocked unconscious. It does take your healer out, but if I NPC'd him I'd be directly influencing how the battle went, and collectively decided what he does each round could introduce delays. Not here, not participating, seems the best strategy even if it ups the difficulty for you. That sound ok?"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Cool. Okay, the forest is 'medium density' so mostly small trees, a few large ones, and a significant amount of light undergrowth. You can share a space with a tree, it gives you +2AC, +1 Reflex, and assume it's dense enough you can end your move on a tree if you want, or in underbrush, or in the open. The underbrush is 70, so, you're movement rates in the forest are a little better than 1/2. 20'/r drops to 15'/r, 30'/r -> 20'r, 50'/r -> 30'/r. Trees and underbrush prevent charging/running, but you can get a double move if you like. There are also perception negatives, which will come into play. At ranges 60' and under, ranged attacks are normal, at ranges 60' and over, it's +2AC for 10' to reflect trees in the way. Also, if you want to 'Spur self', you can make an Athetics roll DC15, to get 10' more movement, and take 1d3 NL from crashing through bushes. Basically the same as 'Spur Mount', although mounts take real damage I think. To give you some more options and tactics"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "outside the treeline and beside the road, essentialy all light underbrush, so a little slower movement, some steath bonuses if you end in underbrush (+2 to your steath roll)"</pre>

[[Category:Kobolds]]

Mirror to Mirror

2022-10-05T23:17:28Z

Strike:

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Mirror to Mirror
*Emitter: Solar Flare
*Characters: Delilah, Donna, Ashes, Elyanna
*Place: Underground: Magus Ectra Na'Garra's Manse, the Lab
*Time: Monday, August 30, 2021, 8:46 PM
*Summary: Ectra lies dead, her skull punched in by Donna. Tessa, the Psychopomp the Valethor gang met in the Grey Halls appears and congratulates them on a well won, hard fight. She explains that the statue, all the trapped souls, were victims of Ectra too. Even Lerethil had an Illithid Larva in her head, making her controllable. They shouldn't be blamed for their actions. Tessa releases them from their various places, and even separates Ectra's soul from the human one she was parasitic upon. The shade of the Illithid has even more threats and complaining to do before it is sucked into torment. Perhaps Ectra will never learn. The host, Amelia, is aware and glad to be free and suffered the experience of witnessing everything Ectra did. The group reassure her, and also Elyanna, who feels her past will doom her to the same fate as the Illithid. Donna and Ashes tell her, she's not Ectra, which isn't much but is something. Poppy reunites with her mother in a tearful reunion and the gang turns to the mirror which holds Delilah. Ashes suggests her silvered khopesh, being in effect part mirror and enchanted to touch ghosts, might be able to be pushed through the surface to hook Delilah out. Donna suggests adding blood, which should only improve things. Tessa has no idea if it will work, but it's a better idea than she's had so far. They prepare to do this. Or they could try throwing Lerethil in.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Donna 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A black-haired human girl in black robes.
Delilah 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A golden haired human girl in white robes.
Merek 5'10" 215 Lb Human Male A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes.
Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face
Elyanna 5'11" 153 Lb Half-Orc Female A grim, Arvek-blooded woman in raven feathers.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= All the Ghosts =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Magus Ectra Na'garren Illithid Female A octopus humanoid scholar, deceased again.
Tessa Human Female A redheaded Psychopomp, bearer of Bethany's soul, deceased.
Poppy Human Female A ghost, daughter of Amelia, deceased.
Amelia Human Female A ghost, original body and host of Ectra, deceased.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Delilah 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A golden haired human girl in white robes.
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==Moments ago==

''Ectra barely has a chance to scream, before Donna is granting her the most gruesome death that anyone's likely seen in some time. Her tentacles thrash as she collapses, and her legs twitch; almost as if she's about to get back up. But she doesn't.''

''The Statue, meanwhile, is openly sobbing. "You killed her," she whimpers. "You killed my Mistress. She *made* me. She gave me meaning. You... you savages! You... you!!!" It draws itself up to its full height, "But doesn't matter. Break through my shield and destroy me, then, it won't matter! Mistress Ectra is more powerful than you know, she has *contingencies*, she'll be back! She will! She *will!*''

''"No.... no she won't."''

''A familiar voice calmly cuts off the Statue's bluster; arriving from, well, more or less out of nowhere is Tessa, the Psychopomp resplendent in her shining armor, with her sword unsheathed and the naked blade resting on her shoulder. "We're about to take care of that." She meanders up to where Ashes, Elyanna, and Donna are all standing around the broken corpse of Ectra. "But first... I must say, I'm impressed. When Delilah wound up in that mirror, I thought for certain I was going to have to... bend the rules just a bit and help you three out, just this once. But you didn't need it. Well done indeed."''

==And now==

"Thank you Tessa," Ashes says, in monotone although she is breathing hard. She gestures at the small group of zombies on the other side of the lab, "I have a spell for those if they keep coming."

The statue-familiar gets a long stare, "And one for that."

She looks down at the corpse of Ectra, then back at the Psychopomp, "What are we going to do?"

The Keeper watches Donna vent her wrath, not unjustly so, upon the Usurper unto her fill. Her hand, unshod by leather or steel, reaches out to clasp Donna's shoulder, not chiding, approving.

She doesn't linger overlong, for the sound of another slave's lamentation literally pricks her ears up and she withdraws, striding toward the Statue with the only half-break in stride being to stoop over between bootfalls to scoop up Maidenhead.

She continues then, coiling the braided tresses as she considers the figure, likely another soul transfigured into something unrecognizable to it's true self.

Something... is in her eye.

She ignores it. Instead, she draws up near the boundry of the enthralled being's protections, considering her trough the dark lens of her personal sins, a contemplation broken by the familiar voice from beyond and she turns on her heel. She affords Tessa a wan smile, though she can't quite meet the psychopomp's eyes for some reason, and her voice is soft as she asks, "How many souls linger here....?"

It takes a couple tries, but finally the dark twin extricates her fist from the necromancer's flabby skull, absently shaking the horrible blue-purple awful away as she looks over her shoulder, nodding to Elyanna with a wan smile. Standing, she continues to try and shake the flecks of jelly away, no matter how much is there to be removed.

"...So I'm'a have nightmares 'bout this for the next while," she says, faintly, nodding her greeting to Tessa. "An' I mean... Still donno how t'get my sister out that mirror, so... Might be as we still need a lil help?"

It's about this moment, that the statue finds its voice once more. "Murderers!" it shouts, sputtering and hissing, "You're all MURDERERS! You killed my Mistress! You are thieves, killers, you pack of lowlife slime, you... You Seditious lieing horrible BITCHES! I'll kill you all for my Mistress and she can resurrect herself again with your stinking corpses! I'll--"

"That's enough of that," Tessa interjects, pointing her sword at the statue; and at the sight of the blade, the automaton recoils as much as something permanently rooted to the floor can manage to do so. The Psychopomp looks back to the group, and offers a pleasant smile. "There are no shortage of souls here in need of release and rest," she replies. "Some linger in the zombies that you felled, or the various other undead servants." She glances towards the zombies that are still standing upright; but without their mistress, they seem to be entirely without direction, and are just standing there... drooling.

"The Statue contains another, so you mustn't blame her for fighting you. But, you may save your spells for the moment, Mourner; you have all definitely earned a little help, and maybe a rest of your own." She pauses, and nods to the brawler, "Don't worry Donna, we will get your sister back in a moment." She pauses, "Oh, and don't blame Lerethil, either. Ectra put a stunted illithid larva into her brain almost thirty years ago; not strong enough to change someone, but enough to... influence them."

Tessa looks down at the corpse of Ectra, and holds out her free hand; the world around the Psychopomp ripples outwards, taking on a softer, misty white quality; and standing over the corpse of Ectra is, well, Ectra herself; or perhaps more accurately, her soul. Standing in a circle around the group is a large collection of other souls, of various age and ancestry, all glaring with grim expressions.

Ashlee stands still, staring and listening as Tessa elaborates on the situation. She feels a moment of guilt, having not considered that the statue was in a similar state as Poppy, despite acting very much like she did on their first encounter.

That Lerethil was compromised by a stillborn Illitid larva is a mitigating detail. She's uncertain what her feelings regarding the half-elf are.

So, she watches, as Ectra is drawn out, as the spirits gather from Tessa's summons. This may save her a lot of work as a Mourner, and she would not interfere with her Goddess' will being enacted by a servant. It is more a thing to marvel at.

She looks through the circle for one that might be Poppy's mother, and also Poppy.

"Nightmares are dreams with bad events," the ashen Arvec comments, "Wouldn't a dream of beating Ectra be a good one?"

"I have a favour to ask."

"Yes." Elyanna begins, turning back toward the transfigured slave, "Though I resent being called Seditious."

A lady must have her standards, even for her self recriminations, after all.

There is a low sigh and a nod and she looks back toward the others at the description of Statue's nature, "I'd guessed as much, though... Lerethil I had expected to obliged to more..."

'More' can wait till later.... things just slipped into higher planes of consideration, quite literally and the Keeper, on sight of the lingering spectres can't help but check over her own shoulders, already certain what she would see as Ashes addresses Vardama's Hand.

"Bitch lived in brains," Donna explains, scraping the last gory remnants off on her scaled tassets. "'F I know how my mind works, gonna be dreamin' about brain bits wakin' up an'..." Trailing, off, Donna shakes her head. Now is absolutely not the time to make prophecy of her nightmares.

"...Well I can't *really* blame her for havin' brain-worms for real I guess," the brawler muses, then sighs. "Well... let's get this mess cleaned up then, an' back to the search. Still ain't much found what we came here for."

The gathering of specters, something Donna trains a suspicious eye on. Perhaps they're here at the behest of the psychopomp, but recent history has shown that *nothing* in this buried manse goes quietly into the Grey Halls.

"I am not defeated," Ectra asserts. "This is just a setback. I will return to my place in the Eternal Library, and continue my research, and there is nothing any of you can do to stop me! I will return *again*, and when I do my vengeance will not be avoided! I WILL REND--"

"No," interrupts Tessa. "You're finished, Ectra. Properly. And it's time for you to go."

The Psychopomp steps forwards, and touches her fingers to Ectra's forehead; there's a bright flash of white light and the illithid shudders throwing up her hands to claw at the armor on Tessa's arm.

"No," gasps the illithid, as the intensity of the light builds, "No, No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

For a brief moment, the light is blinding; and when it fades there is a human woman of advanced years standing where Ectra was a moment earlier (or rather, the soul of one). The necromancer herself is sprawled out on the floor behind where she'd been a moment earlier; and where she lies the ground splits, and an arm of rotted flesh reaches out to seize hold of her, followed by another, and then more. Ectra screams and claws at the ground, but her struggles are worse than futile, as she's dragged down into the pit.

As the hole seals behind the soul of Ectra, Tessa turns her attention back to the party with a smile. "Torment will suit her, I think," she muses. "Or perhaps not. I've no doubt that by the time I have to come and take any of you, she'll still be there, so you can check on her if you want. Or perhaps not." She shrugs her shoulders lightly. "So," she adds, glancing to the newly revealed soul of the elderly woman. "This is Amelia. Amelia, meet the people who have freed you from Ectra."

Elyanna stands watching Ectra's fate, hand frozen in the middle of returning Maidenhead to it's place on her belt, a column of ice running from tailbone to brainstem.

There are parts of her, scratching, clawing, ripping, tearing at others, in blind animal panic trying to seize the neural strings of her corporeal form. Desperate to turn the steely pools of her eyes away from the horror playing out for the necromancer; a preview of what awaits the Keeper when her own span is for naught.

Dignity...

Vengeance...

Penance...

All demand the show continue, unyielding to her dread of ending up apostate in Taara's embrace, heedless of the banshee-like quailing of fer emburdened conscience.

Numbly, as the Illithid is drawn to her own personal Hell, the Lady von Diesel's voice echoes the monster's own words to the necromancer in the Grey Halls, "Ecta Na'garren, your song is sung..."

It takes some seconds for the weight of Otilla's sins to allow Elyanna's eyes to transom from the aftermath of the grim tableau, but she does, seeing the figure left at Tessa's side in it's wake.

Troubled beyond measure, but bound by the internalized tenets of her 'noble' heritage, she offers a hesitant bow and a polite if ungently shaken, "Hello, Amelia."

Never let it be said that Donna Valethor does not repay kindness. It does not escape her eyes, the effect that Ectra's judgment has upon Elyanna. Knowing what she knows of the tormented Hobkin, Donna muses privately why the closing drama might garner the reaction it does, and with a few swift motions, her gauntlet is unbuckled and removed, so that the hand she places on Elyanna's shoulder be flesh, warm and gentle.

"She never wanted to do better," Donna murmurs into her friend's ear. "She never tried. You're already different, an' you'll be more different every day you keep doin' better. Don't know much, but I know that *matters.*"

Straightening, she turns her eyes to the newly-freed Amelia, and merely smiles. "Good t'meetcha, Amelia."

The Mourner watches silent and still as the Psychopomp performs her duties and separates the entwined souls. Ectra's taunts and threats wash over her, finding no purchase. It was hard fought, but Ashlee and her friends defeated her, and in the future they will only be stronger and the shade of the Illithid lessened.

Should she come back. Which, she will not. Her Grey Mistress' indulgence of the Molusc will not be repeated a second time. Ashes watches the necrotic hands clutch at Ectra's soul, then drag her down to well deserved torment.

If she feels elation, satisfaction, a cruel triumph, none of it shows on her placid face. The skull-tattoo obscures all, remains focused in silence on the vanishing foe. She deserves no words, she has received the last she will ever get from Ashes.

"You're not her." The ashen Arvec says, placing her hand on the more noble-born hobkin's shoulder. Elyanna deserves words, assistance, support. Her mistakes were not her own, she was influenced by outside factors.

Perhaps Lerethil needs forgiveness also.

Ashlee's teeth clench tighter. She gives Elyanna's shoulder a squeeze, and echoes< "Hello, Amelia."

Tessa sheathes her sword, and clasps her hands in front of her. "You have wise friends," she observes, nodding to Elyanna, before she steps past the group to address the assemblance of souls. "All of you have suffered, more than enough." She adopts a position where she can address the assembly of the dead. "But you are free now, and there are people waiting for you in the next world who can soothe your wounds, both of mind and soul. I will help you to cross, when you are ready. I will not hurry any of you. Take your time."

The Psychopomp turns her attention back to the group, and steps back into their midst. Before she can speak, Amelia pipes up on her own. "Thank you for saving me," she murmurs, with a voice that quivers with age. "I've been inside that... creature. Trapped, for... for decades. It felt like eternity. I was forced to watch everything she did, everyone she hurt. I felt every sin. Please just let me go, now. Please. I want to move on, to whatever awaits me, but..." She stops, and sucks in her breath. "Where is Poppy? Is she alright?" She looks up at the group, with eyes brimming with tears and hope in equal measure. "Do you... think she might forgive me?"

The silky luster of Elyanna's fine carmine veneer pops like a bubble under the gentle touches that alight upon the layer of cold sweat.

Her eyes close at Donna's reassurances, the ambrosiac whispers in her ear. You aren't irredeemable.

Hope, like candy for a soul struggling to escape it's blackened shell.

Ashes words, balming, but at odds with others, a life mislead, but still a monster by choice, a monster that went beyond it's limits through her human ingenuity.

A monster choosing another path, struggling at the cusp of nature and nurture but, at the very least:

"I... am not... her." there were no off notes in her words, simply lingering tricks of the acoustics of this forsaken place.

Candy....

Her eyes reopen to seek Amelia and the former slaver swallows, confronted with another victim of a slavery, blessedly well beyond her mortal talents and the resonance of her own sins echo cavernously once more, but she musters her noble bearing and replies, "She is freed, Madame, though the defenses of this place dissuade her presence." There is a look to Ashes, "My friend did the deed..."

"She was imprisoned and suffered also. Poppy will understand." Ashlee addresses Amelia, a hopeful tone slipping into her normally flat words. She always sounds warmer when speaking with the dead. Acknowledging Elyanna's referral, she explains, "I was determined to reach her."

"She's been helping us." Ashlee continues, then looks at the assembled spectres, "She wants to apologize. She failed you through no fault of her own."

She was just following orders.

This is an important moment, giving the dead a measure of peace to let them rest easily. Important enough that Donna does not even *risk* puncturing it, simply standing behind her friends in mute support. If her eyes keep straying to the mirror, well... Perhaps she can be forgiven that.

"Poppy, sweetheart," Tessa calls, "You can come in. it's safe, now. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

From the door back to the Manse, Poppy peeks in, and then enters the room with great trepidation. She pads forwards very carefully, picking her way through the increasingly devastated lab.

"...Mom?" she whispers.

"Yes, it's me," answers Amelia. "And I love you."

Poppy rushes forwards, and the two souls embrace tightly; and as the tears flow, Tessa watches them and smiles, just for a moment.

"Let's give them a minute," she suggests, as she meanders towards the mirror. "Afterall, we still need to do something about this, hmm?" She walks up to the mirror where Delilah is still trapped, and still laying slumped in the bottom. She stops in front of the mirror and clasps her hands behind her back, letting her eyes wander all over it, with a disapproving curl of her lips. "Well. This is a pickle."

"...Yeah," Donna murmurs, drawing in a shuddery breath, then following behind the psychopomp. "Somethin' about someone's gotta go in, so someone can come out? That was it, right?"

What remains unspoken is the obvious; Donna would unquestionably walk right in, if it meant her sister could emerge. But spinning in a circle doesn't make for forward progress.

It's somewhat cathartic to see the family reunited again, even in death, though the Keeper, like Donna can't keep her eyes upon the spectacle for reasons of her own.

As the Psychopomp moves them on to the lingering problem at hand, she finally manages to resling her weapon.

Her anchor.

She whispers a quiet, "Thank you." along the way, and in the doing finds her center as the quandary of the mirror is left before them.

There is a look to the women at her either side, and she proceeds glassward to make the most logical exchange. Intentions aside, her friends are likely more valuable to the world than she, herself, after all.

Ashlee watches as daughter is reunited with mother. She stares, not having a proper maternal relationship to compare with. She's never known her own mother, and Nan Mochtrath wasn't motherly.

More like Ectra, working on a project.

Her fingers grip at her robes, worrying the cloth. She needs new clothes. That random thought crosses her mind.

It's easier for her to turn her attention to the mirror, to Delilah's prone form, and the problem that is a pickle.

"Will Delilah starve in there?" Ashlee asks her food related question. "Mahuikaa, might have a solution."

"I can think of one that doesn't involve one of us going in, potentially."

Tessa raises one hand to hold it in Elyanna's way. "Value yourself more highly," she murmurs t the Keeper. "Your friends need you... and besides, there is nothing to be gained from trading one problem for another, identical problem. Also, Delilah is..." she pauses. "Certainly not conscious. I don't think you can just push her out, at least not with the way the mirror is *supposed* to work."

She quirks an eyebrow upwards, and tilts her gaze towards Ashes. "Ideas are good, certainly. What is it you are thinking of?"

When a Goddess's emissary scuttles your self-sacrificial ambitions, you watch the bubbles for a few moments, then ease back on the pier.

Ahem.

Seeming suitably admonished in the wake of Tessa's intervention, she nods and turns toward Ashes in wait for the answer.

"Lerethil might be also." Ashlee says, gesturing at her form. The Mourner didn't check to see how well the wasps did their inadvertent job. She didn't stand up with others, suggesting her soul is still in the body. "We can get her back out later."

She draws her khopesh, the strangely shaped blade which is part sword but more axe. It is silvered, like a mirror, and she turns it in her grip so it catches the light. It's also enchanted, "This is Ghost Touch. It can reach across the veil." She points it at the mirror, maybe it can reach into that being part-mirror itself.

Donna's eyes move from Tessa, to Ash, to the mirror, brow furrowing. "...So uh... If she's, like, stuck between... what would happen if part of her were out here, an' tried to reach her? Cos I mean... we're twins, an' all, would puttin' some of my blood on that sword help at all?"

"Yes." Ashlee startles to attention, how could she forget that? "Yes. Blood is needed to interact with the spirit world."

Elyanna glances at Tessa a moment, then, to her friends as things get to the juicy side of planning stages, and she wonders, "Will that be enough?"

Immediately, Donna extends her ungauntleted hand. "Here," she says, voice unsteady with gratitude at having something to *contribute* to this puzzle. Then, her gaze darts to Elyanna at the Keeper's question, one eyebrow rising. "If twin blood ain't enough, bet me that you both'd help. We ain't *got* better friends than you two, an' that's a fact."

"The tentacle whip's." Ashlee says, glancing at Elyanna, "if Donna's isn't enough, maybe it is enough like Ectra to work."

She holds the strange, bent sword blade out to the brawler, "You shouldn't have to cut yourself more, blood from the fight is fresh enough."

Probably really warm too.

"We can help too." She nods, of course.

Elyanna looks to the dark twin and gently clasps her arm, nodding in affirmation of her words. They very likely would.

The suggestion about the whip brings her back to the problem with a shake of her head, "The whip is back at the cottage, but... you are right, it is of the other planes at the least."

Donna snorts, flushing at the reminder that she has bled quite enough today. Smearing away some of the blood from around her still-open -- but thankfully, no longer weeping -- wounds, she draws a thick line down the curve of the hooked blade, and steps back to allow Elyanna space.

"Let's try ours then." Ash is hesitant about cutting herself, or her friends, so she holds the khopesh it can be done. She touches at her breastplate, "Feiu of the Tears, let me see magic."

Her eyes glow darkly, she stares at the mirror, looking for symbols to duplicate on the blade.

The Mirror doesn't really embody any magical symbols, it's just... solid magic. It's bizarre to look at.

Elyanna nods, lifting a hand to collect the weepings of her own wounds to carefully smear along the flat of the Khopesh. While being as careful as she can, she still, likely brings her vitae of two worlds in peripheral contact with Donna's in a spot or two.

She steps back then, and looks to the supine form of Delilah behind the prison of glass.

Tessa has been watching and listening, while the plan takes shape. She hmmms, and pokes the mirror with one fingertip; along the side, where it's safe.

"Well, I dunno if it'll work," she muses. "But it's worth a try and you all went ahead and got yourselves, well, bleeding and whatnot. So I suppose it probably can't hurt to try? I don't really know much about this mirror. Strange magical portals aren't my thing, and... Ectra hid her assets well."

"I don't know that it will work, it just might." Ashlee explains. Her Khopesh is silvered, making its edge soft, so it's hard to cut herself on it. She has to press and drag her arm with a little force. Sadly in the fight she was burned and electrocuted, but wasn't cut. Which is a good thing, as Elyanna was trying to do that, and it would have been bad.

Successful, finally, she bleeds on the blade and draws a little symbol of Vardama with her blood. "It's easy to trip people, hook them with the back of the curve. Get it under an arm, we could pull Delilah out. I hope."

"Worse comes to worst," Donna says, "I'll haul the damn mirror back myself. But if this don't work... Maybe now the library's clear o' souls, we can give it a better lookin' over?"

Elyanna nods, "I expect Lerethil had some means to ferry back her plunder. We can probably use that, if this doesn't work." she replies. She looks to the Mourner, considers the blade, then steps aside to let her at the mirror to the fullest extent she may need.

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Koming Klean over Kvass

2022-10-05T11:07:26Z

Strike:

Emblem of Ea - Monday, August 29, 2022, 8:54 PM

In the wake of the spectacle of their last mission, Zofija opts to take the opportunity to get to know Elyanna via a post-job drink, an invitation the reserved hobkin accepts. Ordering drinks and an appetizer at the TaRrAcE they briefly touch upon the consequences of the mission, and talk drifts toward a topic of a previous, stunted conversation: The Siege of Stone Talon. Elyanna reveals some pertinent details of how it played out as she understood it, and her own role in same when they are joined by Slixvah, who is acting as waitstaff under a glamor. She joins them in conversation as things continue, and the darker aspects of Elyanna's relationship with the forces of Blar and Bludgun who were contetsting ownership of that city come to light, though she is soon to return to work. Zofija relates more of her own motivations toward adventuring for hire, so far from their mutual home, and with some more discussion, touching on their mutual acquaintance, Ashes, over several rounds of Kvass, they part company, with the expectaction that more such encounters would occur.

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Inside, this two-story structure has been almost completely opened up. Generous windows on both stories allow daytime sunlight and cooling night breezes to flow in as needed, while the brick walls have been whitewashed - contrasting with the dark-stained beams and supports, and the rich polish on the wooden floor. A broad strip of stone runs from the entrance to a framed doorway set into the opposite wall, with a sign above the lintel declaring that the baths are to be found that way.

The ground floor is sprinkled with tables and chairs of assorted sizes, offering welcome to guests both large and small. One whole corner of the building - into which guests are not permitted entry - has been given over to the kitchen, which serves as the domain of the famed monster chef Ligum Serforus. Mundane meals are available, but the chef delights in offering up obscure dishes made from the freshest of monster ingredients.

Opposite the kitchen a small bar runs in front of an array of shelves, displaying a broad selection of beverages (most of them alcoholic). The bar-top has been fashioned from what looks to have been old pieces of armor, fused and welded together before being polished to provide a near-smooth finish. Set above it, three human-sized statues have been built into an alcove in the wall: Tarien, Rada and Ceinara jointly keep benevolent watch over the room and its occupants.

To the right of the entrance, a small stage offers a platform for a handful of performers at a time. To the left of the door, a spiral staircase of wrought iron winds its way up to a balcony dining area, that is chiefly reserved for special events and parties.

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Elyanna A grim, Arvek-blooded woman in raven feathers. 0s 8m
Slixvah A rust red and white Egalrin (disguised as a human) 8s 2h
Zofija A well-dressed Arvek-Nar with a big hammer. 2m 4m
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:: ''The Tarrace, late afternoon.''

Zofija really wasn't expecting her offer to go out for drinks after to be accepted, but she certainly wasn't going to turn it down, either. So it was that after making sure that her mount was cared for and stabled, that she made her way through the city, down to the lower districts where the majority of the drinking establishments were. Down in the colosseum district, the arvek-nar stepped into the Tarrace to take a look around, and see if Elyanna was already there. The hobgoblin's armor was stowed away, but they still remained mostly in their military dress.

The aftermath of their mission certainly touched a few spots, particularly as possibilities, ambition and moralities were aired out amongst the group.

Elyanna had, in the interim, swapped out her damaged adventuring threads for a suit of militant cut, though in her family colors, emblazoned at breast and shoulder with the von Diesel coat of arms. A more common black cloak stands in for her feathered affair, though aside from her buckler, the halfbreed is yet fully armed.

The von Diesel scion awaits her countryman not far from the door, affecting the regimented poise of her inherent(if tenuous) station.

Upon sighting Zofira, she begins to move that way with a soft, "Greetings." <goblin-talk>

Zofi scanned the room until she found Elyanna wasn't too far away from the start. The cavalier chuckles, removing her hat and offering a bow.

"Hey Elyanna, good to see you, and see you didn't leave me out to dry." She chuckles. "Should I find a table, or did you want to find a seat at the bar? I hope I didn't keep you too long, I had to make sure Screech was okay and not hurt by everything." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna's return bow is precise, "Is that a common thing, here?" she asks upon it's completion, even as she pivots on her heel to accompany Zofija into the dining area, proper.

She gives the question a couple of paces' consideration, then, "A table would be better, I expect. My status within the eyes of the masses is... complicated."

Selecting one, she reaches out to draw a chair for them, "It's good that you care for him(...?)" <goblin-talk>

"Hm? Nah, just felt like it'd be polite. Didn't need to return it, but I appreciate it that you did." Zofi chuckles, waving away the notion before she follows Elyanna into the room. "Ah, I don't care what they think seeing you or me for being with you. I invited you out for drinks after all, but if you're more comfortable at a table, then fine by me." She adds with a light snort, before she takes a seat down at the table.

"Here, it's a bit hard to tell if you don't know them. I'd be a pretty horrible cavalier if I didn't care for my companion. Speaking of which-"

Zofija reaches into her coat, and pulls out a vial she sets down on the table. "Drink this, please. You're worrying me a bit trying to put on a stoic face the way you did, it doesn't pay to ignore your injuries." <goblin-talk>

The red woman arches an eyebrow briefly at the beginning of Zofija's reply before her lips part in a silent 'ah' of epiphany.

Once the two hobs are properly situated, with Elyanna making certain her view affords her line of sight to the entrances, she clarifies, "I'd meant the 'leaving you out to dry', though it's well to return respect with same, no?"

There is a little nod as the fullblood affirms proper concern for her mount, but she lifts a hand as the bottle is brought forth, "Thank you, but you will need that at some point. I will see Ashes soon enough." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, that. Well, depends on the day and how people are feeling. It's not a common occurrence, but it stings enough that sometimes it creeps into the back of your mind, you know?" The arvek-nar chuckles weakly, rubbing the back of her head. "Are you sure? It'd mean you can relax a bit more here, but I guess I should save it if that's the case. They're not cheap, but I'd say you're worth spending it on to make sure you're okay."

The cavalier grunts once, and sighs, before she looks for a menu that was at hand. "Well, at least you're able to see her again. Hope she's doing alright." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods thoughtfully, "I see." she replies in a soft volume.

She settles in, then, glancing at the menu for a moment, then, "She was hale last I saw her."

A pause, then she alights her steel eyes upon the other hob's and, not wishing to spill what may be personal details of her friend, turns toward, "You are... alright... about that business with the scroll??" <goblin-talk>

"That's, good. I tried to check up on her a quite a few times, but seems like she was always somewhere else or just away, so it's good she's okay at least. I was a bit worried about her." Zofija sighs. She looks up from her menu, and catches Elyanna looking at her, and the cavalier sighs once again.

"Yeah I'm, alright, thanks for asking Ely." She grunts. "Sorry that's, I couldn't help but see the parallels with everything that happened, and what the artificer was proposing. I shouldn't have made as big a deal of it as I did." <goblin-talk>

"I will convey your well wishing next I see her." Elyanna affirms with a small dip of the chin. The familiar abridgement of her name strikes an odd note in the back of her mind, but she is too composed to make overt note of it. Instead, she pushes on with the topic at large, "We aren't familiar, but I doubt the artificer has seen the cost in such... innovation. For her martial readiness, I scarce expect she's encountered death on any grand scale."

A pause, then, "It isn't like you cut her throat. I've done very few guild jobs, and most of them have involved some form of... discord within the bands sent forward."

A ghost of something touches the corners of her expression, "Humans have a... tendency toward innovation." <goblin-talk>

"Appreciate it, if she isn't going out to see me or I can't find her, then so be it, but I still wish her well." Zofija nods, offering what could pass as a smile, if it didn't waver so much. "Sorry, don't feel like talking about that so much right now." "Probably hasn't, or thinks they can do a better job of it. Little of both maybe, but I can't read someone's mind." Zofija grunts. "It happens, and I try to avoid it usually, not be at the forefront of it. Not good for morale or just getting the job done in general."

"Humans do, but so do 'nar. After all, it's that Deaztor scum who caused all that trouble. Now if there's anyone who's throat I would cut, it'd probably be her." <Goblin-talk>

A grim nod, and, then Elyanna returns, "Then we ill discuss it no more." with a a brief lift of her hand in a placative posture. <goblin-talk>

She turns toward a server that, by now, has deigned to approach the table with the usual, "Greetings, ladies, welcome to the Tarrace. Can I interest you in an appetizer, or perhaps some drinks?"

"Hello, yes, a pitcher of Kvass, if you would?" the red woman requests, then turns her attention to Zofija, "And you?"

"Thanks, appreciate it. Came out here to enjoy myself and some company, and get to know you after all." Zofija grins. And speaking of enjoying themself, there was the waitress! <goblin-talk>

"Kvass sounds good, make it a big enough pitcher for both of us. Don't worry, I'll pay for it." Zofija says. "Some garlic bread or something to snack on would be good too, do you want anything Ely? Oh! And, just, something fruity, whatever the bartender feels like making otherwise."

"That sounds sufficient, thank you." Elyanna returns as the ball is returned to her court, and her hands rest atop each other.

As the waitress seems satisfied with that, and assures the two that it will be coming right up before venturing to the back to see that done.

A soft exhale through her nostrils, then, "What would you care to know??" <goblin-talk>

"Never even thought to ask if they have kvass here, but that's good, thanks for pointing it out Ely." The cavalier grins. "And get to know you, not just get to know things. Though, if I did want to know something, how do you keep your hair like that? I don't know many Arvek-nar with hair like yours. It looks really nice, though." <goblin-talk>

"The menu list is fairly expansive." Elyanna replies, "There is also Ma Rosie's, in goblintown."

A sigh, then, "I'm not allowed there, anymore." she amends, managing not to show any embarrassment over the affair, "But that story is not merely my own."

The course change to her hair brings an eyebrow up with a glance toward the bangs on her right side, "My hair? What... about it?" <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, those chefs here are some wizards in the kitchen, in the metaphorical sense. At least, pretty sure." Zofi chuckles, raising one brow at the comment. "Oh? Well it sounds like an interesting place. Sounds like there's a story there, but you don't have to share if you don't feel like it."

Zofija stretches and resettles into the chair, grinning to Elyanna. "Yeah, your hair! It's well, it's long, but it's still real pretty and well cared for. What's your secret for keeping it looking so good, or does it just come natural to you? I suppose that wouldn't be that surprising." <goblin-talk>

"It may embarrass other parties if I go into it." Elyanna explains with a slight shrug, "It has dancers, gambling and drinking."

Her hand lifts to gently rub her tresses between thumb and fingers, "Nature plays a fair part. The rest is an aspect of my limited arcane talents."

Glancing to her countryman's mane in turn, "Will you trust me?" <goblin-talk>

"Sounds like it has all the makings of a good story to me. But I get it if you don't want to implicate others." Zofija snorts, taking her drink as it arived, which looked icy and orange. "Thanks, appreciate it." She nods to the waitress.

"Well, seems nature was real kind to you, Ely, and if the magic is something you know, that's just part of you, isn't it?" The cavalier chuckles. "Even after getting out of the bathhouse, mine's just back to being unruly the moment all the water is gone."

"Course I trust you, I came out here with you, didn't I? Didn't come to throw you under suspicion." She replies quickly, as if the thought didn't even cross her mind.

Elyanna smiles faintly and dips her head, "Very kind, thank you."

She, too, looks up to the waitress with another quiet, "Thank you."

A short hesitance, a silence allowed to linger until the server is gone, then, "In so much as a skill, yes."

She considers the woman a few moments more, then, her fingers flex and twist in several postures as she begins to whistle a short, intricate diddy. Her eyes drift up toward Zofija's scalp and a subtle, if slightly peculiar sensation begins at her pate', it then changes a mild touch and works it's way down to the woman's feet as any perspiration, dirt or other such surface contaminations are cleansed in the power of her invocation.

Zofija swirls her drink around for a bit until she finally takes a sip of it with a happy sounding noise. "Well, magic is different, you gotta have an aptitude for it, and it drains you in a way labor doesn't usually tend to." She notes, before she sits a bit still and watches Elyanna as she seems to be working some form of magic. The cavalier blinks, then grins, shaking out her head and hair once. "By the gods, that feels great, what I wouldn't give to have a spell like that on some of my marches." she grunts. "Appreciate that, really. How do I look? At least half as good as you do? Bit more?" <goblin-talk>

Despite her generally dour demeanor, Elyanna seems somewhat amused by that, "It does. I've never heard the difference properly put into words."

She cants her head, then, "I could show you the techniques, but depending on your aptitudes, it may take a while for you to grasp that particular spell."

A beat, "I can even change the color for a time, if you wish." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Little brother has magical aptitude you know, so I was always trying to figure out how to help out where I could." Zofi chuckles. "Maybe I could have learned too, but I never had the time to. Maybe I could pick it up with enough time, who knows?"

"What's that about changing the color? Sure, why not!" Zofija laughs. "Sounds like fun, change it to whatever you want it to look like, that sounds fine with me. Might learn your favorite color in the process as a bonus!" <goblin-talk>

"It's as much an ear for tune as force of personality, more than appeal to higher powers or gifts of the blood..." Elyanna begins, seems to have another thought, then, "Rather, gifts such as sorcerors get."

Her head cambers a little to one side, a brow aching as some glimmer of... something touches her eyes, "Your brother is a caster, then?"" she speculates.

Even as she does so, she flicks a glance to the other woman's short tresses, and the strands' hue transitions from root to tip into a rich, shimmering auburn.

"What do you think of this, then?" the hobkin inquires. <goblin-talk>

The two Hob born are settled in at a table with a pitcher, tankards and an appetizer between them, situated to give the ruddier of the two a view of the entrances, neither is visibly armoured, though she, herself is still quite armed.

You never know /when/ they're around. But sometimes things just...

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, I forgot that those come with /two/ umbrellas. Here is another on the house. And some water," a silky toned human woman hums as she drops off a fruity drink to the table (with two umbrellas!) and a pitcher of water. They're dressed in slacks and a vest, with her rust red hair slicked back and a red headband keeping it in place.

She reaches behind her back, pulls out two empty glasses, and sets them down. "Don't want to get a hangover now, do we?" she chirps. <Goblin-talk>

Her sky blue eyes crinkle with amusement.

"Yeah, there's all sorts of magic, aren't there? Sorcery, druidic magic, divine prayers, you know the lot." Zofija chuckles. "Ah, yeah, he's a spellcaster, or at least he wants to be. That's why I'm saving up so I can get him into a good wizard's college, away from Blar probably. Don't want them drafting him into the military when they thing they don't have enough or something like that."

The Arvek-nar blinks, and chuckles to the woman who stopped by. "Another example, some people just get adorable little birds who tell them 'hey, you can do magic now.'" She laughs, before looking up to her hair, and smiling. "Looks real nice Ely, you think it looks good reddish like that?" The Arvek-nar asks. "And what do you think, Slix? Thanks for the drink by the way, appreciate it. You aren't going to get in trouble offering me that, are you?" <goblin-talk>

Elyanna takes in the woman's retort with a thoughtful reserve, a glimmer fading a touch before she nods, "You don't think much of our homeland." <goblin-talk>

She lets that hang for a moment, perhaps to percolate, when her eyes flit toward the arrival of a... supplementary server and she straightens just a little.

There's probably something there, though the congenial response of her tablemate seems to somewhat mollify whatever paranoias were at play under her poised veneer.

"It seemed a viable choice. Not quite so dramatic or extravagant as some, but, I can keep making adjustments for quite some time, should you wish." the red woman explains, switching to her somewhat stilted Trade and chasing that with a polite, "Hello."

The bartender raises a brow, glancing between the two with a soft smile. But she rubs her neck as her serving tray is held under an arm. "By house, I mean me. I'm a house. A brick house. Anyways," she thumbs her nose, leaning on a back foot. "What do I think? Uh... magic stuff? It's pretty rad, though most have a hard time getting a wrap around it." <Goblin-Talk>

She drops the tongue, clearly not her native one as she switches to something more local. "Oh?" she hums, looking the attire over. "I think it looks quite nice! I'm partial to red-" she swishes her hair- "but it goes well together!"

Her smile is broad and winning. "Why hello!" she coos back to the unknown hob. "Slixvah Unmesi, I'm bartending!"

Something tweets in her pocket.

"Oh shush I know I'm not tending the bar right now, let me pester my friend," she stage whispers to said pocket.

"Nah, it's not that I don't think much of our homeland, Ely. It's more so, I've seen the absolute bottom I guess. It'll be home no matter what, and gods I want things to get better there, but there's a lot of growing to do." The arvek-nar corrects, and sighs. She takes a sip of her drink, followed by a stick of garlic bread that hangs slightly out of her mouth. "Don't worry, this is my friend Ely, she's not going to cause you any trouble. Less you ask for it." She says. <goblin-talk>

"Well, that's only fair you like it Slix, you're the most positive person about themself that I know. I don't see you taking odd jobs around that often, but seems like a good fit for you. And everyone's body is a temple, as they say."

"I just invited out Elyanna for food and drinks, so we're relaxing here. How are you doing?"

Elyanna bows her head slightly, "I am Elyanna von Diesel, well met." she returns, still reserved.

She's had wanted posters posted not long ago, which may have something to do with it.

She sighs a moment in thought as Zofija's words come back her way and she nods once again, "I have seen it as well, but I've also seen us reach higher, at Stone Talon."

Stone Talon does prompt a troubled flicker in her expression, but she continues, "I've not spent a lot of time there, and I would know more of it, as time permits." <goblin-talk>

Slix's mouth runs faster than her brain. "Good thing I like a good temple." Pause. Face smack with the serving tray. It rings with a solid >ding!<. "Nice ta meetcha, Elyanna von Diesel" she murmbles behind it.

Pulling the tray away to reveal a tomato red hue plastered against a normally pale complexion, it doesn't seem like she's recognizing them from anything other than some vague comradarie between Elyanna and- "Zofi! Doin' good! Been on an odd job streak as of late! A little here, a little coffee sellin' there, fixin' boo boos over yonder. Ya know the dig."

She looks between the two for a moment, the blush having faded away by now. "I see, I see. Well, Muscles here is a good woman. Been with in many-a-scraps with her. We've been friends fo'... a bit now? Yeah, quite a bit."

The talk of Stone Talon is understood clearly, but she doesn't comment on it, the 'human' knowing well when to keep her mouth shut and just watch.

"Von diesel? I thought those clothes were looking a bit fancy with their markings." The arvek-nar grunts. "Then you know where I'm coming from, yeah? I'm not sure about stone talon. Still feels like the bottom to me, at least in some ways."

Zofi stops, and chuckles, patting the not-egalrin on the shoulder. "When they say a body is a temple, means you have to take good care of it, you know? And what's this about selling coffee? I guess bartending isn't that far from that."

The cavalier sighs, and nods to Elyanna. "You said you can keep changing my hair color, so you can keep doing that if you want, I like seeing what you come up with. As for stone talon, I think I talked about it a bit on that job. S'where my sister died. Deaztor's still alive you know, they carted her off to blar. I don't even know if they're punishing her for what she did." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna arches an eyebrow at the bonk that seems to have left an interesting hue on the human's face, "We have only worked together once, though we had met, previous." she offers in counter. A glance to Zofija, then, "She is capable, and generous as I have seen."

With the other hob's return, her eyes swivel that way and she considers that, or, at least, how to answer that.

"I know... there are things our people need to unlearn, as I did." she begins, "Stone Talon was the desperate grind of progressively darker and darker wills against each other. Blar is not so long divorced from Bludgun, after all."

Here, her eyes lower, half lidding and she sighs, "The Doktor was defeated by others, before I arrived with a medical relief force of sorts, and returned to our homeland after I returned to Alexandria, but I know neither the circumstances of her capture, or her final disposition."

She shrugs a little, "It would be a mutiny, driven by conscience, that would lead us to ultimately break the siege."

Slixvah bemoans, lulling her head back dramatically. "I knoooooow, I'm just bein' a dumb bird." She recomposes herself easily, giggling behind a hand. An expressive sort, this one. "Yeah, sellin' coffee at a lil' place near the University."

The bartender twists her lips off to the side, listening to them go back and forth (with a little sad twinge at the mention of Zofi's sister, eliciting a memory from that). Whatever this history being spoken of was clearly being drank in by the 'human'. But at this, she speaks, "I know what'cha mean about tryin' ta unlearn stuff. My people have a history of screwin' up pretty bad, and have been strivin' ta fix that."

Zofija looks up and raises a bit of hair with her fingers and makes a 'huh' sound. Then her attention is back on Elyanna and Slixvah. "Well, I'm just glad I'm dependable enough. I just like looking out for my friends, too." Zofija chuckles. "Maybe I'll go over there some time for coffee if that's the case, would you want to come with, Ely?"

It was distraction from the topic somewhat, furthered by a long drink of her beverage. "Yeah, we aren't that far from Bludgun, even if we do everything we can to make it seem like it. Still a lot of growing to do, you're right. I think you're doing fine fitting in now, Ely, but some things take time. I'm sure you made a big help in Stone talon, I mean, given the job we just went on, you're really tough."

The red woman's introspective air doesn't seem to abate much as the conversation around her continues, though as her eyes seek each speaker as their due, she's still paying attention. She takes a moment to digest appraisals and offers both before she reaches out to pour some of the vaguely raisiny Kvass into her tankard from the pitcher.

"The commander in charge of the siege was... focused on victory above all..."

The von Diesel scion takes a slow sip of her Kvass to wet her pallatte, as this is likely going to be an involved telling, and she slips into her father tongue for the comfort of it as both the speakers are familiar, "Her subordinate, a leftenant Colonel, would take command with the help of a Jotun Warrior named Thurid, and a Sith hunter, named Tenoc, as well as a pair of holy blades, a human named Brand, and a Mul'niessa, Shalethista."

The tankard settles back upon the table, yet doesn't leave her hand, "The battle was brief, but fierce by all accounts, with the human felled and in dire straits. The paladins returned via airship with a shipment of wounded, as well as the Doktor, and deposed Colonel." <goblin-talk>

Slixvah, the 'human' bartender, gestures towards Zofi. "I do make a pretty mean cuppa', I've learned," she grins widely before her attention shifts to the red woman.

Her weight slides over to her back foot, head cocked to the side with her lips quirking in the same direction. "So that's what happened," she relays back in the same tongue, genuinely curious of this facet of history, and perfectly okay with hearing the to hobs go back and forth on it. <Goblin-Talk>

Zofi finishes off her first drink, and moves to her second, taking out one umbrella so she had room to drink. The cavalier however, kept her focus on Slixvah and Elyanna.

"Yeah, that sounds in line with how a commanding officer would think." Zofija sighs. "You know, I was happy to move out and work in the Myrrish kingdoms, to an extent. But it wasn't my choice either, and it meant I had to leave my family behind for that. Least the pay was better, still."

"I hope the leftenant was more sensible. Hopefully those people you're talking about were able to help them see a bit of reason. Shame someone had to die as part of that, though."

"It's just, you know, someone like that shouldn't have been able to get in charge in the first place, and Deaztor should have been stopped sooner. Lot of checks just didn't work the way they were supposed to, or that was the first time they should have been put into practice, and they were lacking." Zofija sighs.

Elyanna sighs, her forefinger peeling back only to tap against the tankard several times, before the halfbreed brings the vessel to her lips for another swig, nodding to the words of Slixvah, then anew to those of Zofija, "She was, and with the Gods' grace, she still is."

She decides to continue her recitation, though there is a flicker of something in her eyes before she finally goes on, "A human named Hades and I accompanied the airship's return flight with medical supplies donated by Alexandria. The change at the reins wouldn't be immediately felt until after we'd arrived."

The red woman's eyes hold steady as she goes into this next part of the story, though her other hand joins the first in keeping the Kvass from wandering off, "The Leftennant Colonel, Gadranay, would have our support to her claim when the Commander's other chosen returned. Thurid's stature as a Jotun, and again one of the Mountain's Warriors, would sway the others to falling in line... as would my own, less glorious reputation."

She turns to look down to the heraldry emblazoned upon her breast and a hand lifts to trace a cinnibar fingertip along the embroidered edge, "I was born in Blar, to the House von Diesel, a proud family. One much inclined to martial discipline, and the sanctity of choosing one's life."

The steel eyes close for a pregnant moment, then open anew, "Stolen in the night... an enemy of my father would have me raised in Bludgun..."

Her hand lowers beneath the table before the coils of a lash are laid upon it; this a thing braided from multiple hues of hair, culimating in a scintilating popper of silken silver tresses, "As Otilla Silverlash." <goblin-talk>

GAME: Slixvah rolls knowledge/local: (9)+5: 14
GAME: Zofija rolls knowledge/local: (15)+8: 23

Slixvah's brows raise to new heights as the story goes on. Her head tilts this way and that, keeping track of the names and filing them away. "Jeez, it's like I'm reading a drama, so much going on..." Unfortunately, Slix's history and local knowledge of such ongoings were nil, as she didn't grow up anywhere near this stuff, as she lived much, much further to the north.

This is reflected by her lack of surprise of this revelation. Or, rather, a glance to Zofija to see how she is supposed to act. <Goblin-talk>

Zofija had her second drink and was sipping it much less quickly as she listened to the story being shared. Her expression was unreadable for some time.

"You did some good work there by the sounds of it, they all did too. I don't know many noble families in Blar, though." "That though, shit, I thought I had it rough growing up, but that's pretty bad, Ely. I'm sorry you had to go through something like that. At least you're out now, and, that's certainly a way to kill your past, isn't it? no one's looking for them now I hope."

"Me? I'm just some 'nar who was always one or two steps away from being on the streets." Zofija grunts. "Mom died in the uprising against the crimson templars, dad got his spine cracked for his troubles. So, you know, as the eldest daughter, it was my job to step up and do what I could to make sure everyone was still fed and clothed. I've told Slix about it before, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not sure. Sorry you had to go through things like that I guess." <goblin-talk>

Zofija turned to Slixvah after a moment, and sighed. "Otilla was at Stonetalon mountain too. I'll let Elyanna explain, if she wants to. Not my place to say something like that, if she has her reasons for not mentioning it."

The human's return ticks an eyebrow up for a moment, before her words seem to set a response on pause. It was entirely possible the Hobkin was going to end up wearing at least one drink, after all.

As it seems, however, with Zofija's take on the affair with some familiarity with at least some of what happened sets Elyanna to slightly less alert.

"It's good... to see to your family, though for your loss, you have my condolences."

As Slix still seems a bit less afluent in the background information, the red woman deigns to continue, "In Bludgun, I was a Keeper, one who captured, broke and managed slaves." her tone grave, but her expression level, "Once Gadranay conferred with us about strategy, I chose to lead a unit to clear the Collosseum of prisoners and slaves. That is what she means, Slixvah." <goblin-talk>

Slix reaches up to scratch the side of her cheek, blatantly obvious her having no earthly idea what was being discussed with names and houses and nobility. She nods along with Zofi about being told of this stuff on Zofi's side before.

The extra explanation from Zofi makes a brow raise. "Double double..." she murmurs, looking back to Elyanna. She winces from the revelation. But laxes as she hears that folks were freed. "So... ya helped out on breakin' folk out when the time was right? Yeeesh. That right sucks for the lot. Sorr' loves." <Goblin-Talk>

"Easy, easy, Elyanna. I know who Otilla was, I'm not gonna string you up over the past." Zofi offers placatingly, one hand held up. "You're trying to make a change, and it wasn't your choice to do what you did. You got out of it, and you're trying to get better, that's what matters."

"Bludgun is, there's a reason why Blar wanted to break off. Things like slavery, like that." Zofi adds to Slixvah, lowering her voice somewhat to avoid being overheard. "Otilla freed a bunch of slaves there. As far as the reports go, she died fighting one of Bludgun's champions, alongside Thurid. Least that's what I heard."

"So, you've got your opening to go make what you want of your life now. How's that going?" Zofija asks with one raised brow.

Elyanna bows her head a touch in a nod. That is... close enough, she supposes.

Kvass raised, it hesitates for a moment for her to offer an awkward, "Thank you." before taking a healthier swig.

She reaches out to return the whip to her belt, then, "I did what I could, but, we liberated the city in the end. Not dead, but only just, thanks to a Mourner named Vibibi. If you are ever in the Temple to Angoron, Thurid could tell you more of the final battle. I had fallen before she could triumph."

The question brings a vague disquiet to her generally composed demeanor, but she answers, "I've struggled to adapt, though.... it seems Alexandria isn't always so different from what I knew. Not falling back into old habits is sometimes... challenging." there is a look into the surface of her beverage, then, "Perhaps... talk of lighter things, then...?" she proposes.... <goblin-talk>

"The bartender lets out a breath of air. "Jeesh. I'm glad at least ya able to relax a touch and adapt here in this city, yeah?"

Slixvah shifts a bit on her feet, up on the toes of her boots as she shifts the serving tray to be under the other arm. "So... how'd you two meet?" she inquires.

"I uh, yeah, sorry, didn't mean for it to come out like that, Ely. I'm sorry." Zofija grunts, rubbing the back of her head and giving the hobgoblin an apologetic smile. "Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth when I don't think things through. Habits are hard to break, otherwise they wouldn't be habits. And it's a concious effort, but, I think you're up to the task. You seem pretty strong, after all."

"Talking of lighter things is good, yeah." She agrees, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know Ely that well to be honest, something I was hoping to fix, at least a bit, coming here. One of Ashlee's friends, so I met her at the Fernwood a couple times. As for now, first time I saw her out in a while was on a recent job, so, figured I'd invite her out, yeah?"

There is a nod, and Elyanna replies, "To some measure." in regards to adaptation, but doesn't expand on the principle any further as such.

She takes another swig of the fermented rasin beverage and nods in affirmation of Zofija's summation, "It was a welcome thing, and perhaps a chance to come to know more of my countrymen."

She glances between the women, and, "And yourselves?"

Slixvah's brows rise high. "Ooh, one of Ashlee's friends," she coos, rocking on the balls of her feet. There's a watching look to Zofi before she smiles warmly. "I see, I see, that's pretty cool. I'm glad ya'll wantin' ta hang."

The question makes her perk up. "Oh! We met on a mission heading ta Blar, actually," she laughs. "Went in a teleporting circle, got goofed up! Fought stuff! It was great!" Stage whisper: "It was terrible." Perks up. "But we lived!"

"Well, if you ever need help, feel free to hit me up. Seriously, I'm not great with things sometimes, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I try to be around." Zofi grunts. "Be happy to, really."

"Well I'm glad it was welcome, or I'm welcome, kinda like Slix said. Hope I still am. Not many arvek-nar around to hang out with." The cavalier chuckles. "Yeah, that job went to the hells from the get go. Teleported wrong way off course, into an old abandoned guard tower. Something had gone wrong with what they were storing there first hand. But we were alright, even if a bit worse for wear. I don't recommend trying to get a gryphon out of a cellar."

There comes a little shake of the head, then, "No, there is not. There was a male, Gregor, whom I had worked with briefly shortly after my.... defection." Elyanna replies, "But, I have not heard much of him in the years, since."

She spends a moment considering Slix's story, then, with Zofi's addendum, she actually snorts at the visual of it, "I bet that was fun!" <goblin-talk>

Slixvah smacks a hand to her forehead. "Ugh, yes, getting Screech out was a /pain/."

She rubs her arm. "Fun is a word! We all walked out bleeding and barely breathing!" The grimace on her face belies it was anything but. "At least we got drinks in Blar."

"Well, I'll keep them in mind, I suppose. Least you and Ash are nice. And, yeah, fun was certainly a word for it. Honestly, if it was a horse, it'd probably be impossible, least they can get some purchase with their front talons." Zofi chuckles. "Way was clear once we were out though, and getting into the city was easy enough. Found out that Slix was fun to be around, so I suppose we've been friends since then. We've been through a fair bit."

Elyanna nods, her humor sobering as her eyes half lid, "I am... learning." before reaching out to the pitcher to top off her tankard.

With that done, she takes it up and, "A toast to friendship."

A pause, and her head tilts a smidge as she glances between the others, "This is the local custom, yes?"

Slixvah giggles behind a hand, an elbow nudging Zofi in the arm. "Yea, been through a decent bit of trouble. Good thing I'm good a fixin' people up! And I'm fun!"

There's a blink as there a toast, and the human bartender whirls around to steal a glass behind her from a busy patron. There's a 'hey!' before she raises her glass. "To friendship!" she chirps happily.

"Learning's good. And it's nice to see ya laugh." Zofi grunts, nudging the not-egalrin back. "Yeah, handy to have someone who can heal around, what with the fact I'm the one most likely to get injured on a job."

"It is custom here, something like that." Zofija grins, taking a mug for her share of the kvass and filling it up. "To friendship!" The cavalier cheers, raising her mug up and jostling Elyanna's slightly, avoiding the one she wasn't sure would be returned to the patron from before or not.

Since the toast went well, Elyanna takes a sip once things are joined and sets the tankard aside. She considers the human's antics for a curious moment or two, then, "Those who can heal are sometimes all that keep a team from standing before the Fieu of the Tears."

Cheerful thought, that, but there have been entirely too many close calls of late for her not to share at least that wisdom.

Slixvah totally downs the stolen drink. She grimaces. It was something rough. The way she drinks it though is odd, the cup touches the corner of her mouth and its poured in sideways. She sighs in relief after shuddering, and gives the glass back to the patron. "I'll make ya another one," she excuses to them, waving their complaints away. "Ye ye, don't wanna let folks chat up Fieu just yet. They got stuff ta do. That's my job! I make sure tha things go smooth, and I gotta little stuff ta nudge things the right way."

"Ah, that's the danger of taking someone else's drink, not sure if it'll turn out to be something you like." Zofija laughs, patting Slix on the back after downing her own drink. "Yeah, close calls are, part of the business. That's why it always pays to have a healer on hand. And I guess that's why I'm trying to live a bit more, too."

"Yeah, sometimes a bit of a nudge from a spellcaster can make things go right, specially Slix. There are limits though. Like, if I wanted to ask you to go out dancing or something Ely, it wouldn't have much of a bearing on that."

"You're a bard, right? Do you sing or something like that? I bet you'd put on a great performance, whatever it is." Zofija notes, refilling her drink from the pitcher.

The human's idosyncracies draw a bit nore of those steely eyes and a pronounced arch of an eyebrow, "One day, perhaps we will work together." she muses thoughtfully. There are probably questions bbeginningto form, even if the prioritization hasn't quite congealed.

The conversation turns back her way, though, and Elyanna nods toward Zofija, "I... believe that is the closest term, here."

She glances down to the side whence her braided lash resides, "I sing, though a lot of my rrhythmcomes from my whip."

Slixvah wave it off. "I can handle a drink. One."

Though, she blinks at Zofija. Gets a large grin. "I... can actually make work a bit in your favor," she says coyly, swaying from side to side before winking.

A glance to the lash, she smooths her hair behind an ear. "Hot," <Auran> the human all but chirps in a different tongue. "That's pretty cool though! I bet the beat is sick!"

"Hopefully. Slix is real dependable, it'd be good to work together with her, or me with the two of you." Zofi grins. "Though uh, maybe not Slix, I appreciate your help, but it wouldn't be right, you know? If a compliment I give works, I want to know it's because I did something right."

"That does sound really cool though, I agree." She agrees with Slixvah. "You've got a nice voice, but people sound different when they're singing, too. I'd love to hear you perform sometime, sounds like quite the show, yeah?"

Elyanna smiles a little thoughtfully, eyes lidding some again, "It has... proven to help in the pinch as they say."

Ahem, "I have not seen anyone in Alexandria use the whips my way, and I have not met a Keeper in Bludgun who was my equal in that regard."

Slixvah pats her friend's shoulder. "I know, I know," she giggles. "Just know I've improved since then~"

She tilts her head to the side. "... a... whip performance? Now that sounds really freakin' cool. Do you set it on fire? Does it use lightning?" She's very interested.

"No? Well, now I'm even more interested." Zofi grins after sipping on her drink and pouring more. "Get to see something new, hear you sing, sounds like a good time to me."

"Can't just leave us both there now, can you tell us more about it? I said I wanted to learn more about you and what you do, and I meant it, after all."

With a glance about the crowd, "This is hardly the venue, but, perhaps soon." Elyanna declares. She squares herself up in her seat and reaches for her tankard again, "Other Keepers may have more sway of personality, or a..... firmer hand. We each have our own aproach."

With a swig, her eyes settle into the faraway, "During the final battle in Stone Talon, the Ogre Chieftan Bozug strode out to meet Thurid. Yapping at his heels was a Gnoll Keeper, Ilazz of the Lash, who deigned to... call me out(?)."

A shrug, another, more sedate sip, then, "His preference was a whip capped with blades. As Thurid and Bozug, Colonel Gadranay and an Ogress witch named Kuzria joined in battle, I, at first would find myself dancing with the mangy fool as I worked my bolstering song."

Her lips draw back into a slightly smug, almost wicked sneer, "And, within several short chords, I had sent him to the ground, disarmed him and cleared several large swaths of fur from his hide."

Slixvah blinks her shifting on her feet as the names from the battle before come up to light. She's a bit uncertain of herself if the topic was light or not, her watching Zofija for a proper reaction.

But still, she can't help but give a light little clap at that story. "Damn, that sounds like an explosive kind of fight with a weapon crackin' like that, yeah?" she grins. "What wonders just a bit of braided rope can do, eh?"

"Perhaps soon then. Another time? I'd be happy to make plans to see you again." Zofija grins. "You too, Slix, I don't think you'd want to miss it, would you?" She adds with a grin to Slixvah before she settles into the story.

"Well, that keeps with your saying that you were without equal in Bludgun, huh? Sounds like it was certainly a fight to remember. Me? I'm just strong, so I carry a big hammer. Nothing fancy like that."

"It was something... to remember." Elyanna remarks, an odd humor touching her face for a moment, then, "I was forced to move in to reinforce Thurid, whilst keeping Ilazz occupied. Ultimately, he had reclaimed his weapon for all the good it did him, but I had opened a stripe in Bozug, trying to get his attention." A shrug, then and, "I succeeded, and the Ogre managed to kill Ilazz, and nearly kill me in short order."

A somewhat awkward, perhaps haunted smile, "It was enough... it inspired Gadranay, though in her words, she would only stay him for so long before being felled in turn, while Thurid marshalled herself for the final clash."

She looks to Slixah for a moment, "Most whips are made of thin stripes of leather, braided together, I have not noted rope being used, but perhaps it is the Alexandrian way?"

Toward Zofija she nods, "Without equal with the lash is still.... somewhat short of without equal at all, but perhaps we can find a day when I can show you how my music is made."

Slixvah nods. "Yeah, another time. Maybe I could see. Maybe I might miss it and let you be a lone observer," she snickers to Zofija before she turns her attention to Elyanna.

"Ah," she hums, making a clicking sound in her throat. "Sounds like it was by the skin of ya'lls teeth, that one. Least ya show gave the inspiration ta push it over the edge?"

She blinks. "Oh. Leather? Huh. Didn't know that. Today I learned! I ain't from Alexandria at all!"

She makes a glance towards the bar. "Well, I think I'm gonna leave you two cuties be, aight? I totally haven't been neglecting my job at all for the past gods know how long. Catch ya'll on the flip, have fun you two!"

The human bartender gives a wide, charming smile as she pats Zofija on the back before heading on back. "No, I didn't forget about ya drink! Chill!"

"I uh, wouldn't mind it being that, but you'd still be welcome to hang around, Slix." Zofi chuckles weakly from behind her mug. "Hey, it sounds like you did good, that's what matters." The cavalier notes. "Things worked out, you dealt with them. Even if you needed help."

"And I'm not either, but uh, yeah. Actually kind of hard to make a proper whip, takes a specific curing of the leather and the weave has to be just right, so it can have the right tension in the movement. Least that's what I heard from some leatherworkers I knew."

"Yeah, I kept you here long enough, or Ely did, best not to lose your job or pay Slix." Zofi grunts. "Well, equal or not, sometimes you can learn from someone who's better than you, and, I dunno, I'm not ashamed to admit that."

The red woman bows her head some with a slightly contrite look in her eye, "Pardon, I had not meant to keep you from your task."

Ahem, "But, yes it was... a very near thing."

As it becomes near that the human is to depart, she offers a pleasant, "It was nice to meet you, Slixvah, have a good evening."

Then, after a new swig of kvass, the hobkin turns her aattentionback toward Zofi, "Life is full of... lessons, only a fools denies them, else they find themselves on the other side of the veil."

"Near isn't all the way, is it? That's good, isn't it? Means you're here, and I get to meet you, Elyanna." The Arvek-nar grins. "But, yeah, there's a lot of things to learn, and you should never stop learning or training. It's the best way to keep on top of things, after all. And these muscles don't keep themself in shape." She adds, chuckling and flexing one of her arms slightly. "I try to be open minded about things, keep opportunities open."

A nod, then, "You are certainly more... flexible than most of the fullbloods I have met in all my travels." Elyanna observes with a little shrug. A pause, then, "So, how did you find Screech, if I may?"

"Well of course I am, I never skip out on my stretches before exercising." Zofija notes, setting down her drink to stretch her arms out over her head and to one side, before she bursts into laughter for a moment. "Ah, but seriously, I think it was just my upbringing, or lack thereof in many ways. Didn't have a choice to be picky about work or jobs, if it meant my family would be going to bed hungry. Not proud of everything I did, but, it put a perspective on things."

"How I met Screech though? That's a fun story." The cavalier grins. "Rite of passage for all the aspiring skyguard I know of. Gotta go out on your own with a single veteran of the guard once you've proven you know what you're doing. Climb the sky curtain mountains, to the caves where they make their nests near the peaks, and take one."

"It... sounds kind of cruel, and in some ways it is, but they'd die without doing that anyways in most cases. Most pairs of griffons can only feed two young together, three on a good year, so you're only allowed to take an egg from one that had four or more eggs." Zofija explains.

At first, Zofija's initial return seems to somewhat puzzle Elyanna, though as things become less playful, there is a nod, then, and the red woman sighs, "I see. In that case, I understand in many ways."

As the story begins, however, she clams up and stacks her hands upon the table, staring intently though perhaps just less so than their mutual acquaintance, Ashlee.

Another nod comes, as the elaborations come forth as the selection of whence to sieze prospective mounts, "That makes sense." she notes.

Zofija stops and pauses for just a moment as she explains, tilting her head and looking a bit concerned. "Everything alright Ely?" The cavalier asks. "I don't want to be making you uncomfortable or anything like that."

"It's, yeah, it's the only way things can really work at the moment, but the skyguard is working on pairing up the griffons they raised, with a fair bit of success. Hopefully it'll be gone away with soon. But it's certainly a journey, too. Sky curtain is remote, save for a few dwarven settlements, and some temples and the like. A few weeks trek to get out there. And then you have to climb them. One of the things they teach you in the skyguard, is how to get up and down from high places without the ability to fly."

"So after all that, you've got your kit to scale up these mountains, camping out on the sides, and keeping watch for where the griffons are moving to and from. And you have to move when they're out with enough time to get in and out without being spotted by them. I got lucky, the first den was perfect, and the knight there with me checked over all the nest to make sure they were healthy before we departed. And, I've been raising Screech ever since. Well, I say raising, but even if they can't fly yet, they're still more than capable of hunting."

Elyanna shakes her head, "No, nothing like that." she replies, "I simply noticed some parellels."

With a sip of her drink, she gestures back toward the other Hob, then, "Pardon if I have made you uncomfortable, Zofija."

With the tankard returned to the table, and her hands restacked, "I expect the bond to be quite strong, and... you have already shown that you care properly for your mount, I do not imagine flight will be too far off."

"Parallels? With what or whom?" Zofija asks, letting a brow raise, before she stops and shakes her head. "No, no, you aren't making me uncomfortable Ely, far from it. I just, I wanted to make sure I wasn't talking too much, or saying something wrong, to make _you_ uncomfortable, that's all. I don't mind you looking at me, that's for certain."

"Yeah, it won't be too long know. Been practicing some gliding with them, and most of their adult flight feathers are coming in, enough to slow their descent. Won't be long until the primaries are too, and the muscles develop to support the movements and weight. We've been together for a long time, so I've been keeping an eye on things like that. That's the thing with the skyguard, they're a knightly order, so most of the people there were well educated nobles and the like, so I have to keep up with them. Which, I managed, but you know, still not entirely welcome I guess."

Begining to recognize that they were somewhat circling through a back and forth of conciliation, Elyanna allows that to lie with a nod. Instead, she continues to listen to her new comrade's tale, and assimilating it in her growing understanding of the world outside of her two homelands.

The last prompts another contemplative nod, however, and a, "Sometimes, we must prove ourselves above the norm."

"It's, yeah, that's about right, isn't it?" Zofija chuckles a bit bitterly, raising her drink and taking a swig. "They won't be happy with nothing but the best, because you're already on the back foot, and they're going to judge anything you do a notch down to begin with. Even if it sucks, you don't have a choice but to rise to the occasion."

"And you know, that wasn't even counting the fact that I was still working to make sure I was sending enough gold back to cover the family's expenses. Making sure that my dad and siblings were taken care of. Not a lot of time for just relaxing."

"Indeed." Elyanna replies softly, though she doesn't go any further into the parallels as such, as the required context would take more elaboration than the halfbreed cares to go into at this juncture. She does, however, feel compelled by those divergent contexts to advise her, "When the time to prove yourself beyond comes to pass... be certain you look.... past the immediate, that you can still accept you must do in the days and years to come."

Whatever explanation Elyanna gives takes the cavalier some time to parse, already a bit addled by the drinks, and more than a bit of emotions. She goes to take a sip, grunts, and sets the mug down instead.

"I don't know, Elyanna. Slix told me it wasn't my fault, but I still don't believe it. As much as I talked about Deaztor, well, still feels my fault at the end of the day. If I was able to make a bit more gold, my sister never would have felt like she needed to join the military. Makes me think what I would have been willing to do, what I wouldn't."

"But you're right, Ely. I need to remember to stay conscious of my actions, and keep what I can do sustainable in the long run."

"Yes." Elyanna replies simply, settling back in her seat, "Ultimately, you must be able to bear the weight of your actions, and the consequences that come from them."

The red woman's expression is her typical coached reserve as she reaches for her tankard anew, then, "Based on our discourse with the artificer, I imagine you have your bearings, already." <goblin-talk>

"I'm not unused to bearing the weight of my actions, but it doesn't make things feel better. Rather me than my family, that's how I always thought." Zofija sighs, picking up her mug and pouring some more Kvass. "Just... lot of stuff I wish I didn't have to do, still feel like shit about. But making sure things were taken care of made things worth it."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Like I said, I just want things to be better. What I can do myself to make things better, that's what I'm not sure of. Platitudes are great and all, but I need to be able to back up what I say, you know?" The arvek cavalier shrugs.

There is a nod chased with a slow sip of Kvass, then in turn by Elyanna's considered, "I do. Too often, words and proclamations are thrown forth as if sufficient..."

A derisive scoff, "Daylight theater."

Another sip, then, "Anyone can act virtuous under scrutiny, the truth is who you are, alone, in the dark."

Steel eyes half lid for a moment in further contemplation, then reaffix upon the cavalier anew, "Even now, I respect an honest monster more than a trumpeting cretin." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I've met more than my fair share of self righteous folk in my time, that's for certain." The cavalier grunts. "That's what pissed me off so much about Blar. Mom gave her life for it, Dad can't even walk anymore, and what did they do? Happy to leave their family to starve. Probably best if they did, so they can sweep the cost of freedom under the rug. Course, those same scum were plenty happy to pay for services in the night."

Zofija growls slightly, and empties her mug. "Reminds me what Ash said, she said you and her were monsters. I don't see it. Good people can be put in bad situations, doesn't make them bad."

"Ashlee's mind is a keen one." the Lady von Diesel replies , "Otilla was the creation of my Bludgunni upbringing, the pressures of life under Ogress rulership, trying to compensate for my thinned blood, Highborne or not, to transition to the other end of the lash."

Unwavering, she looks into Zofija's eyes and continues, "My 'human' ingenuity saw me succeed, by proving another form of creative cruelty so novel, I was gifted with Maidenhead."

Anew, the coil of tightly braided tresses is set upon the table before the red woman, "Even Ottilla's ssobriquet 'Silverlash' came from her. From my talents and inclination with using her."

"Being show the truth, that I was a von Diesel, that I was born Elyanna, and -not- Otilla only revealed another path."

The tankard is set back upon the table, "Nothing I have done since, the slaves I have freed, the lives I have saved, the sacrifices I have made will change the fact that even under those pressures, those pretexts, Otilla's sins are still mine."

She doesn't speak to the confidences of her friend's mind, not with so recent an acquaintance. <goblin-talk>

Zofija shrugs, and shakes her head once she hears the story, not missing a beat, or shying from the gaze.

"I don't know. That's complicated, really complicated. Some people would condemn someone for that, but I'm not too sure. Doesn't sound like you had too much of a choice, and your thinking might have been warped by the upbringing. Because I know the struggle of having to do shit you don't want when you're trying to escape a bad situation."

"If you continued to act like that, then that would be easy. But if you're willing to change upon seeing other options and do good? Like I said, a good person can do bad things, a bad person can do good, too. It's a matter of perspective, and deciding what someone really is. It's why it bugged me so much when Ash called herself one."

"It doesn't change the good you do today, either. Without the context of the past, you're just a good person doing good deeds today, I guess." Zofija shrugs.

Elyanna nods a touch, then returns Maidenhead to her place and reaches for her Kvass for another swig, "There's always been a choice."

She sighs, kills off the Kvass in her tankard, then leans forward to take up the pitcher and refill it, "Perhaps. Ashlee's perspective is colored by her life, and I would not do any ill justice to our... friendship, by deigning to speak what I know of it to another without her leave."

She likely has thoughts in that regard. <goblin-talk>

"Easy to say in hindsight. Easy to let it eat you up inside worrying about how there would be another way." Zofija chuckles sadly. "Like me, wondering how much more I could have done so my sis wouldn't feel she needed to shoulder the burden of carrying for the rest of the family herself. Heat of the moment, sometimes it doesn't feel like there is one."

"Ash is, I do worry about her. Wanted to make sure she was taking care of herself, eating enough, stopping to rest and not overworking. But I kept going back to the Vardaman temple for months, never saw her around, no one said where she was. I know a bit about her, but I respect that, wanting to respect her privacy. After a while, I just sorta gave up, since I was making no headway, and I'd just kill myself with worry if I kept that up." The arvek-nar grunts. "What's the hang up? You seemed like friends to me, when I saw you both." Zofi asks.

"The dealings that led to our flight from Alexandria have been... lengthy, and certain details required we be kept under watch." Elyanna replies more quietly, "Our relationship has stabilized, though it isn't one I am... greatly familiar with."

She considers the ripples spreading to the ring of foam in her cup, and continues, perhaps as deflection, "In time, should you find comfort in the notion.... while the ritual costs are... profound, it is possible to entreat the Fieu of the Tears to afford your sister another chance at life."

Her eyes flick up to Zofi's face, a new firm intensity within them, "A proper life, not some necromantic parody of same." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I guess you wouldn't be used to friends, at least not how they would be outside of bludgun. It'll get easier over time." Zofija smiles, something that passes quickly at the mention of bringing her sister back.

"It's something I considered, and I'm trying, hard as I can. Doing as much work as I can manage to try and save up gold, but I still need to make sure my brother and dad are taken care of." She sighs. "They burnt the body, because of the plague. It'd be hard to do that, like you said, thousands upon thousands of gold, and then I'd actually need to find someone to do it."

"If someone did that to her, I'd never forgive myself, and I'd crush whoever even attempted to raise the dead like that. That's a certainty, though." She adds with a low growl.

Elyanna is silent for some moments as Zofija responds to her words, affording a mute nod about their friendship.

The more familial musings are considered, but any doubts she has to the advisedness of having brought up the matter are locked behind her coached airs.

There is a second nod at note of the pyre, though it's only once the other woman is done speaking that she has words of her own, "The girl I was seeing to, the night we met, had never gotten to live. She was a spirit when we'd met, when Ashlee freed her from the vilest bonds. There was no body for her either, but, she lives and breathes and eats as any human would, now. I... hope that possibility gives you some... hope."

She thinks back to the nights with the then-free Valenthor sister she and Ashes had been trying to buoy through her crisis, their results, "I am not... talented in encouraging such things." she confesses. <goblin-talk>

Zofija drains the last of her mug and sighs, setting the drink down for a moment so she could listen. "That's... huh. I can see why Ash would want to help with something like that." The Arvek-nar muses. "Yeah, it's something that I can think about, keep me going when things are feeling dark. Family's the only thing that's kept me going a lot of nights. It's, a bit lonely, to be honest."

"But that's enough of talk like that." Zofi chuckles. "It's okay, you're doing your best, I appreciate it. Something to keep in mind, that's all, and I'll make the best of it. Maybe you just need practice, if you're getting better at it, or I just want to believe you. Could be a bit of both maybe." <Goblin-talk>

"That is.. relatable." Elyanna replies, taking another sip.

A slow breath through her nose ripples the rasinous beverage before another quick sip preceeds the tankard returning to the table, "It could be both. We'll have to see, with time."

With a faint smile that could be just the tiniest bit wry, the hobkin hefts her tankard and offers it toastward with an almost casual, "Here's hoping." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, it's why I tend to find myself in a lot of bars, it's something to do with the evenings when I'm too tired for anything else." Zofija chuckles. "Could be both. I think it's true at least, but I'll need to see you around again to prove that hypothesis correct, won't I?"

"That is the custom around here, isn't it." The cavalier snorts, filling up her mug and raising it in toast too, with a grin. "Though, you're supposed to be the one inspiring hope, not hoping, aren't you? Suppose you can do both. I'll hope for you too then, and it should probably work out."

"It's a curious hobby, though... finding new sources of diversion since leaving Bludgun has been less a priority." Elyanna replies with a faint shrug.

Perhaps an oversight, that.

She takes a generous pull from her tankard ere it's returned to the table again and she settles back into her seat, "You could be right." she muses. <goblin-talk>

"People have their reasons. For me, it varies depending on why I come here." Zofija shrugs. after taking a swig from her mug with a satisied sigh. "Finding ways to enjoy yourself in a new city, it's important. I've kind of pushed it to the wayside for a while, but you know what? If you want help finding more things to do, just hit me up. I'm sure we could find some things to do."xn

"Well, if I'm right or not is up to you in the end, so, That's a matter of believing in yourself, innit?" The cavalier snorts. "So do that, I think you can manage it. Confidence is usually a good thing when it's earned, and it helps with all manner of stuff. Wanna spire hope? Be someone you'd want to believe in, after all."

There's a nod from the red woman, then a brief pause before she replies, "The recommendations would be appreciated, thank you."

Her steely eyes scan the crowds around them once again, then reaffix upon Zofija, "I will keep that in mind, though I am still learning." <goblin-talk>

"Well, this place is a good start. The baths are great, and when they have musicians or dancers on stage, the tavern area is even better. If you like the arts like that too, there's always shows in the theatre district to catch, street performers and the like too for something more casual." Zofija suggests. "I like fishing down by the tornmawr or the port sometimes, helps with feeding Screech. I could take you for a glide down from the airstation too, that's always fun, in addition for being good training for them."

"Good thing to keep in mind. Life's always about learning, you'll get it." Zofija grins. "Long as you're willing to learn, the world's your oyster, s'what I always told my brother." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna considers the more expansive entertainment options as Zofija lays out the spread, another sip of kvass, then, "The violinists were interesting."

There is a little shrug, and, "It's been a while since I've listened to the music, here."

Another moment's thought, then, "I've... never flown." There's a little snort, then, with a finger splaying roll of her wrist, "I've crossed the veil twice, now, but, never left the ground... in a controlled manner." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah? Violin music is pretty cool. Pretty unique sounding as far as stringed instruments go, probably because of all the upkeep that goes into those things." Zofi chuckles. "I'm a bit surprised though, I would have thought a bard like you would want to expose yourself to new music, when you can."

"You've never flown? I'm, kind of surprised, to be honest. You seem pretty well traveled, Ely." The arvek-nar remarks, taking a pause to sip her drink. "Well, Screech can't fly, not yet at least. It's mostly a controlled fall, but you can still get some distance. You'd be welcome to join us some time, if you wanted. Or we could go catch one of the performances in the theatre district? If you wanted to, at least."

There is a little cant of her head and Elyanna's eyebrow arches, "I had a great deal on my plate once I'd arrived in Alexandria. Most exposure to new instruments were.... happenstance." she begins, "It's... only very recently that things have relented this much." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I guess there has been a lot going on here, sometimes it feels like one impending disaster to another, with no sort of in between on matters. At the very least, for the moment, things seem a bit more relaxed." Zofija sighs, rubbing the back of her head. "It's just a bit surprising is all. But then again, it feels like I've learned a lot about you, but also, not that much, so I can't make judgements on things like that so willingly."

"Least you've got time now, too, so that's good. I'm no singer, and I never really had time to learn an instrument, but I can still appreciate good music, at the very least." The cavalier chuckles. <goblin-talk>

The red woman nods, "In so many words." she agrees, "I also lost a great deal of time to the magic plague that had swept the area. It was a wretched experience."

A sigh, and she considers the ripples of her drink anew, "Then things seemed to tumble one over the other once I'd been cured." <goblin-talk>

"Shit, you got that plague too? I thought you were part of the goings on there, but, I guess that would put you at risk, too." Zofija sighs, looking at the other arvek a bit sadly. "Took a lot out of a lot of people, and there were so many going around. At least you're okay now, yeah? I'm glad you're okay, since I get to meet you, after all. Hopefully you'll have time to enjoy yourself now. Sometimes life goes a bit too fast, and you don't have time to stop and figure things out. But making time for yourself does still matter, that's something I'm working on getting into my own thick skull."

There's a shake of Elyanna's head and, "This was before the blights at Stone Talon. The doing of the Fae queen of Winter." There is something beneath the surface, a flicker, then, "I am restored, yes... though by the nature of the thing, I had to endure mostly on my own strength, bolstered by more hollistic means."

She seems uncertain for another moment, then, "Thank you, I'm not... accustomed to so much.... well-wishing." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, another plague? Having to deal with multiple, that's pretty rough." Zofi grunts once, shaking her own head a few times. "Fae queens, and I thought some mad biochemist was bad. Well, no, she still is, but the scale between the two, that's a ways off."

"You're uh, you're welcome though, Elyanna. Especially if you're not used to it." The cavalier grins. "It, not being used to something like that must be hard. You said you're getting used to things in Alexandria, and not everyone is like that, but I at least try to be nice to my friends, you know? Look out for them how I can." She chuckles. <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods again, then takes a healthy draught of her beverage before setting it back down, "The span is broader than you could imagine." she intones, a her eyes haunted in the corners as a flicker, then, she swallows, half lids he eyes and recenters.

"I've been feared and loathed, justifiably, for a long time. At best, I was a known quantity." She considers the pitcher again, perhaps weighing topping off once more, but for the nonce she leaves it be. <golin-talk>

Zofija notes the effect talking about the experience seemed to have, and she raised one hand over , only to have it drop abruptly to the tabletop. "Easy, it's alright. Sorry for bringing it up, but it's okay here." The Arvek-nar grunts.

"I can see how it would be something you're unused to in such a case. But, it's not a bad thing, is it?" Zofi asks. "And based on your actions, I think you're justifiably someone worth wishing well. I mean, you were willing to test out that scroll over me for one thing." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna straightens a little, then nods, but doesn't remark any further on that point.

Instead, her eyes reacquire Zofija at the outset of her question, then, "It was the wisest course. Still, it wasn't quite the experience we expected, no?" <goblin-talk>

"Nah, it certainly wasn't what anyone was expecting." Zofi laughs. "Hindsight is always good, and that certainly had me seeing it when I went tumbling down from that blast. That is mine not- s'figure of speech, sorry."

The arvek-nar rubs the back of her head and shakes her head. "Seemed like the wisest course, but if there'll be any dangerous tests like that on future jobs, I'd rather be the one taking the brunt of it."

"I imagine your chance will come, the way things seem to happen around here." Elyanna notes drily, then deigns to reach for the pitcher, after all.

Shake-shake-

Hrm.

She sets it down, then, "Though, clearly it'd be best if that particular scenario was prevented entirely from now on." <goblin-talk>

"It's the nature of the work, unfortunately. All I can do is be better prepared for it." Zofi chuckles. "You're right though, I think the takeaway from all that is to not go trying experimental magical scrolls out in the countryside or around Alexandria for the time being. Probably for the best." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods, "True enough." she returns, "Still, there will likely always be an uncomfortable amount of unknowns. I imagine some less... directly interactive scrolls will produce so dramatic an effect, but as quietly as possible, lest we inspire.... further experimentation, we should caution such things in the future."

She looks to something off in the distance, then, back to her " hank you for this evening, Zofija. It was... nice." <goblin-talk>

"Again, nature of the business unfortunately. But, you know, rather be me facing the unknowns than someone else. Least, that's the way I think about it." Zofi grunts. "The less investigation we inspire, the better. I'll be keeping an eye on the goings on in the city."

The cavalier looks out as well, and back, and grins. "Yeah, in spite of everything on my account, it was nice, Ely. Good to meet you and get to know you better. Don't worry about paying if you gotta take off, I'll settle that with them."

Elyanna rises, then with a nod, squaring her chair away and offering her bare hand to Zofija, "Agreed, and thank you, again."

She gives that a beat, then, "Next time, it will be, as they say, 'My treat'. Good evening, and be well." <goblin-talk>

"You're welcome Ely, and I should be thanking you for coming out for drinks with me, too." Zofija chuckles, leaving her seat and stretching, before taking the offered hand to shake it. "Well, I won't hold you to it, but I'd like that. Have a good evening too Ely, and don't forget to give yourself time to relax if you can." The cavalier replies, grinning again.

"I will... try." Elyanna replies as the hands clasp, though with as... uptight as she is, that could be something of an undertaking.

As their hands part, the higborne gives a salute, "Till next we meet." and begins to drift doorward to ends best left to speculation at this point. <goblin-talk>

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'''ELYANNA'''
 Tall, lean and dark, she stands most of six feet, skin a rich, cinnabar tone with a splash of carmine freckles across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her face is broad beneath her thick brows and widows' peak, with well defined cheekbones and a firm jaw. Her demeanor is solemn around harrowed steel eyes, though in the odd case of a smile, her teeth are those of a predator. Her hair is raven black, bangs parted by a burnished steel band to frame her face, and the rest allowed to flow to her beltline behind her. Should she speak, she does so in a contralto voice, her accent unmistakably that of Bludgun.

An ankle length cloak of raven feathers, almost matching her hair but for texture, with a fringed leather mantlet layered over that shrouds a chain shirt. The chain is polished to a almost mirror shine with a black suit of cloth, reinforced at the joints with matte leather, under. At her waist, a rectangular, fluted buckler hangs from a clasp on her crimson belt over her left hip, the coils of a whip braided of various hues of hair, to the silver tresses of it's popper, rides on her right on the scabbard of a Blarite falchion, while a punching dagger that curls like a fang is tucked at her back. Polished black leather and blued steel chased in copper make up the gauntlet that sheaths her right forearm, matched by reinforced boots that fold back at the knee. The closest she gets to accessories is the afformentioned steal headband, crafted to resemble a braided leather band with a central 'strand' of polished bronze interlaced with the rest.

'''SLIXVAH'''
 Average in height, but large in personality, Slixvah is an outrageously decorated Egalrin. Her rusty red and white feathers don't sully her outlandish garb; in fact, it makes it stand out even more. Colorful and plentiful, ribbons adorn her wing joints and arms to make a dazzling display of splendor, especially when those wings stretch out to their twelve foot span. Thick, magnificent feathers fill that massive span, and an entire rainbow of ribbons flutter from her wing spars to accent it all. The red ones are cut to look like feathers.

Loose fitting robes of a multitude of colors rest against her frame while various veils and shawls dangle from different sections of her clothes. One veil even covers her face, but she's quite often pulling it down to give a smiling twinkle in her sky-blue eyes behind her raptor-like beak. A rainbow ribbon is tied around her head like a bandanna, and every second glance it seems like the colors are in different places.

There is usually a white-plumed thrush nestling in one of the many nooks and crannies of her swishy attire.

'''ZOFIJA'''
 Zofija stands at slightly above average for an Arvek-nar, but she is even more muscular than most, which is an impressive feat for the military minded race. Their skin is a light orange-brown, brightening to almost white at the tip of their nose. Their hair is short length and brow, and just a bit wild when not covered by a hat. The arvek-nar usually has a stern look to them, with yellow eyes that almost seem to be judging the person looking at them.

She is usually dressed much how one would expect arvek-nar cavalry to be. A fur lined black jacket draped over her right arm like a cloak, over top of a dark red coat hiding the chainmail underneath. A pair of cream colored slacks accompany the outfit, but they are covered up partially by a pair of almost knee height riding boots of oiled black leather.

Koming Klean over Kvass

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Emblem of Ea - Monday, August 29, 2022, 8:54 PM

In the wake of the spectacle of their last mission, Zofija opts to take the opportunity to get to know Elyanna via a post-job drink, an invitation the reserved hobkin accepts. Ordering drinks and an appetizer at the TaRrAcE they briefly touch upon the consequences of the mission, and talk drifts toward a topic of a previous, stunted conversation: The Siege of Stone Talon. Elyanna reveals some pertinent details of how it played out as she understood it, and her own role in same when they are joined by Slixvah, who is acting as waitstaff under a glamor. She joins them in conversation as things continue, and the darker aspects of Elyanna's relationship with the forces of Blar and Bludgun who were contetsting ownership of that city come to light, though she is soon to return to work. Zofija relates more of her own motivations toward adventuring for hire, so far from their mutual home, and with some more discussion, touching on their mutual acquaintance, Ashes, over several rounds of Kvass, they part company, with the expectaction that more such encounters would occur.

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Inside, this two-story structure has been almost completely opened up. Generous windows on both stories allow daytime sunlight and cooling night breezes to flow in as needed, while the brick walls have been whitewashed - contrasting with the dark-stained beams and supports, and the rich polish on the wooden floor. A broad strip of stone runs from the entrance to a framed doorway set into the opposite wall, with a sign above the lintel declaring that the baths are to be found that way.

The ground floor is sprinkled with tables and chairs of assorted sizes, offering welcome to guests both large and small. One whole corner of the building - into which guests are not permitted entry - has been given over to the kitchen, which serves as the domain of the famed monster chef Ligum Serforus. Mundane meals are available, but the chef delights in offering up obscure dishes made from the freshest of monster ingredients.

Opposite the kitchen a small bar runs in front of an array of shelves, displaying a broad selection of beverages (most of them alcoholic). The bar-top has been fashioned from what looks to have been old pieces of armor, fused and welded together before being polished to provide a near-smooth finish. Set above it, three human-sized statues have been built into an alcove in the wall: Tarien, Rada and Ceinara jointly keep benevolent watch over the room and its occupants.

To the right of the entrance, a small stage offers a platform for a handful of performers at a time. To the left of the door, a spiral staircase of wrought iron winds its way up to a balcony dining area, that is chiefly reserved for special events and parties.

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Elyanna A grim, Arvek-blooded woman in raven feathers. 0s 8m
Slixvah A rust red and white Egalrin (disguised as a human) 8s 2h
Zofija A well-dressed Arvek-Nar with a big hammer. 2m 4m
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Bathhouse Out <O>

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The Tarrace, late afternoon.

Zofija really wasn't expecting her offer to go out for drinks after to be accepted, but she certainly wasn't going to turn it down, either. So it was that after making sure that her mount was cared for and stabled, that she made her way through the city, down to the lower districts where the majority of the drinking establishments were. Down in the colosseum district, the arvek-nar stepped into the Tarrace to take a look around, and see if Elyanna was already there. The hobgoblin's armor was stowed away, but they still remained mostly in their military dress.

The aftermath of their mission certainly touched a few spots, particulrly as possibilities, ambition and moralities were aired out amongst the group.

Elyanna had, in the interim, swapped out her damaged adventuring threads for a suit of militant cut, though in her family colors, emblazoned at breast and shoulder with the von Diesel coat of arms. A more common black cloak stands in for her feathered affair, thouogh aside from her buckler, the halfbreed is yet fully armed.

The von Diesel scion awaits her countryman not far from the door, affecting the regimented poise of her inherent(if tenuous) station.

Upon sighting Zofira, she begins to move that way with a soft, "Greetings." <goblin-talk>

Zofi scanned the room until she found Elyanna wasn't too far away from the start. The cavalier chuckles, removing her hat and offering a bow.

"Hey Elyanna, good to see you, and see you didn't leave me out to dry." She chuckles. "Should I find a table, or did you want to find a seat at the bar? I hope I didn't keep you too long, I had to make sure Screech was okay and not hurt by everything."
<goblin-talk>

Elyanna's return bow is precise, "Is that a common thing, here?" she asks upon it's completion, even as she pivots on her heel to accompany Zofija into the dining area, proper.

She gives the question a couple of paces' consideratin, then, "A table would be better, I expect. My status within the eyes of the masses is... complicated."

Selecting one, she reaches out to draw a chair for them, "It's good that you care for him(...?)" <goblin-talk>

"Hm? Nah, just felt like it'd be polite. Didn't need to return it, but I appreciate it that you did." Zofi chuckles, waving away the notion before she follows Elyanna into the room. "Ah, I don't care what they think seeing you or me for being with you. I invited you out for drinks after all, but if you're more comforatble at a table, then fine by me." She adds with a light snort, before she takes a seat down at the table.

"Here, it's a bit hard to tell if you don't know them. I'd be a pretty horrible cavalier if I didn't care for my companion. Speaking of which-"

Zofija reaches into her coat, and pulls out a vial she sets down on the table. "Drink this, please. You're worrying me a bit trying to put on a stoic face the way you did, it doesn't pay to ignore your injuries." <goblin-talk>

The red woman arches an eyebrow briefly at the begining of Zofija's reply before her lips part in a silent 'ah' of epiphany.

Once the two hobs are properly situated, with Elyanna making certain her view affords her line of sight to the entrances, she clarifies, "I'd meant the 'leaving you out to dry', though it's well to return respect with same, no?"

There is a little nod as the fullblood affirms proper concern for her mount, but she lifts a hand as the bottle is brought forth, "Thank you, but you will need that at some point. I will see Ashes soon enough." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, that. Well, depends on the day and how people are feeling. It's not a common occurence, but it stings enough that sometimes it creeps into the back of your mind, you know?" The arvek-nar chuckles weakly, rubbing the back of her head. "Are you sure? It'd mean you can relax a bit more here, but I guess I should save it if that's the case. They're not cheap, but I'd say you're worth spending it on to make sure you're okay."

The cavalier grunts once, and sighs, before she looks for a menu that was at hand. "Well, at least you're able to see her again. Hope she's doing alright." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods thoughtfully, "I see." she replies in a soft volume.

She settles in, then, glancing at the menu for a moment, then, "She was hale last I saw her."

A pause, then she alights her steel eyes upon the other hob's and, not wishing to spill what may be personal details of her friend, turns toward, "You are... alright... about that business with the scroll??" <goblin-talk>

"That's, good. I tried to check up on her a quite a few times, but seems like she was always somewhere else or just away, so it's good she's okay at least. I was a bit worried about her." Zofija sighs. She looks up from her menu, and catches Elyanna looking at her, and the cavalier sighs once again.

"Yeah I'm, alright, thanks for asking Ely." She grunts. "Sorry that's, I couldn't help but see the parallels with everything that happened, and what the artificer was proposing. I shouldn't have made as big a deal of it as I did." <goblin-talk>

"i will convey your well wishing next I see her." Elyanna affirms with a small dip of the chin. The familiar abridgement of her name strikes an odd note in the back of her mind, but she is too composed to make overt note of it. Instead, she pushes on with the topic at large, "We aren't familiar, but I doubt the artificer has seen the cost in such... inovation. For her martial readiness, I scarce expect she's encountered death on any grand scale."

A pause, then, "It isn't like you cut her throat. I've done very few guild jobs, and most of them have involved some form of... discord within the bands sent forward."

A ghost of something touches the corners of her expression, "Humans have a... tendency toward innovation." <goblin-talk>

"Appreciate it, if she isn't going out to see me or I can't find her, then so be it, but I still wish her well." Zofija nods, offering what could pass as a smile, if it didn't waver so much. "Sorry, don't feel like talking about that so much right now." "Probably hasn't, or thinks they can do a better job of it. Little of both maybe, but I can't read someone's mind." Zofija grunts. "It happens, and I try to avoid it usually, not be at the forefront of it. Not good for morale or just getting the job done in general."

"Humans do, but so do 'nar. After all, it's that Deaztor scum who caused all that trouble. Now if there's anyone who's throat I would cut, it'd probably be her." <Goblin-talk>

A grim nod, and, then Elyanna returns, "Then we ill discuss it no more." with a a brief lift of her hand in a placative posture. <goblin-talk>

She turns toward a server that, by now, has deigned to approach the table with the usual, "Greetings, ladies, welcome to the Tarrace. Can I interest you in an appetizer, or perhaps some drinks?"

"Hello, yes, a pitcher of Kvass, if you would?" the red woman requests, then turns her attntion to Zofija, "And you?"

"Thanks, appreciate it. Came out here to enjoy myself and some company, and get to know you after all." Zofija grins. And speaking of enjoying themself, there was the waitress! <goblin-talk>

"Kvass sounds good, make it a big enough pitcher for both of us. Don't worry, I'll pay for it." Zofija says. "Some garlic bread or something to snack on would be good too, do you want anything Ely? Oh! And, just, something fruity, whatever the bartender feels like making otherwise."

"That sounds sufficient, thank you." Elyanna returns as the ball is returned to her court, and her hands rest atop each other.

As the waitress seems satisfied with that, and assures the two that it will be coming right up before venturing to the back to see that done.

A soft exhale through her nostrils, then, "What would you care to know??" <goblin-talk>

"Never even thought to ask if they have kvass here, but that's good, thanks for pointing it out Ely." The cavalier grins. "And get to know you, not just get to know things. Though, if I did want to know something, how do you keep your hair like that? I don't know many Arvek-nar with hair like yours. It looks really nice, though." <goblin-talk>

"The menu list is fairly expansive." Elyanna replies, "There is also Ma Rosie's, in goblintown."

A sigh, then, "I'm not allowed there, anymore." she ammends, managing not to show any embarassment over the affair, "But that story is not merely my own."

The course change to her hair brings an eyebrow up with a glance toward the bangs on her right side, "My hair? What... about it?" <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, those chefs here are some wizards in the kitchen, in the metaphorical sense. At least, pretty sure." Zofi chuckles, raising one brow at the comment. "Oh? Well it sounds like an interesting place. Sounds like there's a story there, but you don't have to share if you don't feel like it."

Zofija stretches and resettles into the chair, grinning to Elyanna. "Yeah, your hair! It's well, it's long, but it's still real pretty and well cared for. What's your secret for keeping it looking so good, or does it just come natural to you? I suppose that wouldn't be that surprising." <goblin-talk>

"It may embarass other parties if I go into it." Elyanna explains with a slight shrug, "It has dancers, gambling and drinking."

Her hand lifts to gently rub her tresses between thumb and fingers, "Nature plays a fair part. The rest is an aspect of my limited arcane talents."

Glancing to her countryman's mane in turn, "Will you trust me?" <goblin-talk>

"Sounds like it has all the makings of a good story to me. But I get it if you don't want to implicate others." Zofija snorts, taking her drink as it arived, which looked icy and orange. "Thanks, appreciate it." She nods to the waitress.

"Well, seems nature was real kind to you, Ely, and if the magic is something you know, that's just part of you, isn't it?" The cavalier chuckles. "Even after getting out of the bathhouse, mine's just back to being unruly the moment all the water is gone."

"Course I trust you, I came out here with you, didn't I? Didn't come to throw you under suspicion." She replies quickly, as if the thought didn't even cross her mind.

Elyanna smiles faintly and dips her head, "Very kind, thank you."

She, too, looks up to the waitress with another quiet, "Thank you."

A short hesitance, a silence allowed to linger until the server is gone, then, "In so much as a skill, yes."

She considers the woman a few moments more, then, her fingers flex and twist in several postures as she begins to whistle a short, intricate diddy. Her eyes drift up toward Zofija's scalp and a subtle, if slightly peculiar sensation begins at her pate', it then changes a mild touch and works it's way down to the woman's feet as any prespiration, dirt or other such surface contaminations are cleansed in the power of her invocation.

Zofija swirls her drink around for a bit until she finally takes a sip of it with a happy sounding noise. "Well, magic is different, you gotta have an aptitude for it, and it drains you in a way labor doesn't usually tend to." She notes, before she sits a bit still and watches Elyanna as she seems to be working some form of magic. The cavalier blinks, then grins, shaking out her head and hair once. "By the gods, that feels great, what I wouldn't give to have a spell like that on some of my marches." she grunts. "Appreciate that, really. How do I look? At least half as good as you do? Bit more?" <goblin-talk>

Despite her generally dour demeanor, Elyanna seems somewhat amused by that, "It does. I've never heard the difference properly put into words."

She cants her head, then, "I could show you the techniques, but depending on your aptitudes, it may take a while for you to grasp that particular spell."

A beat, "I can even change the color for a time, if you wish." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Little brother has magical aptitude you know, so I was always trying to figure out how to help out where I could." Zofi chuckles. "Maybe I could have learned too, but I never had the time to. Maybe I could pick it up with enough time, who knows?"

"What's that about changing the color? Sure, why not!" Zofija laughs. "Sounds like fun, change it to whatever you want it to look like, that sounds fine with me. Might learn your favorite color in the process as a bonus!" <goblin-talk>

"It's as much an ear for tune as force of personality, more than appeal to higher powers or gifts of the blood..." Elyanna begins, seems to have another thought, then, "Rather, gifts such as sorcerors get."

Her head cambers a little to one side, a brow aching as some glimmer of... something touches her eyes, "Your brother is a caster, then?"" she speculates.

Even as she does so, she flicks a glance to the other woman's short tresses, and the strands' hue transitions from root to tip into a rich, shimmering auburn.

"What do you think of this, then?" the hobkin inquires. <goblin-talk>

The two Hob born are settled in at a table with a pitcher, tankards and an appetizer between them, situated to give the ruddier of the two a view of the entrances, neither is visibly armoured, though she, herself is still quite armed.

You never know /when/ they're around. But sometimes things just...

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, I forgot that those come with /two/ umbrellas. Here is another on the house. And some water," a silky toned human woman hums as she drops off a fruity drink to the table (with two umbrellas!) and a pitcher of water. They're dressed in slacks and a vest, with her rust red hair slicked back and a red headband keeping it in place.

She reaches behind her back, pulls out two empty glasses, and sets them down. "Don't want to get a hangover now, do we?" she chirps. <Goblin-talk>

Her sky blue eyes crinkle with amusement.

"Yeah, there's all sorts of magic, aren't there? Sorcery, druidic magic, divine prayers, you know the lot." Zofija chuckles. "Ah, yeah, he's a spellcaster, or at least he wants to be. That's why I'm saving up so I can get him into a good wizard's college, away from Blar probably. Don't want them drafting him into the military when they thing they don't have enough or something like that."

The Arvek-nar blinks, and chuckles to the woman who stopped by. "Another example, some people just get adorable little birds who tell them 'hey, you can do magic now.'" She laughs, before looking up to her hair, and smiling. "Looks real nice Ely, you think it looks good reddish like that?" The Arvek-nar asks. "And what do you think, Slix? Thanks for the drink by the way, appreciate it. You aren't going to get in trouble offering me that, are you?" <goblin-talk>

Elyanna takes in the woman's retort with a thoughtful reserve, a glimmer fading a touch before she nods, "You don't think much of our homeland." <goblin-talk>

She lets that hang for a moment, perhaps to percolate, when her eyes flit toward the arrival of a... supplementary server and she straightens just a little.

There's probably something there, though the congenial response of her tablemate seems to somewhat mollify whatever paranoias were at play under her poised veneer.

"It seemed a viable choice. Not quite so dramatic or extravagant as some, but, I can keep making adjustments for quite some time, should you wish." the red woman explains, switching to her somewhat stilted Trade and chasing that with a polite, "Hello."

The bartender raises a brow, glancing between the two with a soft smile. But she rubs her neck as her serving tray is held under an arm. "By house, I mean me. I'm a house. A brick house. Anyways," she thumbs her nose, leaning on a back foot. "What do I think? Uh... magic stuff? It's pretty rad, though most have a hard time getting a wrap around it." <Goblin-Talk>

She drops the tongue, clearly not her native one as she switches to something more local. "Oh?" she hums, looking the attire over. "I think it looks quite nice! I'm partial to red-" she swishes her hair- "but it goes well together!"

Her smile is broad and winning. "Why hello!" she coos back to the unknown hob. "Slixvah Unmesi, I'm bartending!"

Something tweets in her pocket.

"Oh shush I know I'm not tending the bar right now, let me pester my friend," she stage whispers to said pocket.

"Nah, it's not that I don't think much of our homeland, Ely. It's more so, I've seen the absolute bottom I guess. It'll be home no matter what, and gods I want things to get better there, but there's a lot of growing to do." The arvek-nar corrects, and sighs. She takes a sip of her drink, followed by a stick of garlic bread that hangs slightly out of her mouth. "Don't worry, this is my friend Ely, she's not going to cause you any trouble. Less you ask for it." She says. <goblin-talk> "Well, that's only fair you like it Slix, you're the most positive person about themself that I know. I don't see you taking odd jobs around that often, but seems like a good fit for you. And everyone's body is a temple, as they say."

"I just invited out Elyanna for food and drinks, so we're relaxing here. How are you doing?"

Elyanna takes in the woman's retort with a thoughtful reserve, a glimmer fading a touch before she nods, "You don't think much of our homeland." <goblin-talk>

She lets that hang for a moment, perhaps to percolate, when her eyes flit toward the arrival of a... supplementary server and she straightens just a little.

There's probably something there, though the congenial response of her tablemate seems to somewhat mollify whatever paranoias were at play under her poised veneer.

"It seemed a viable choice. Not quite so dramatic or extravagant as some, but, I can keep making adjustments for quite some time, should you wish." the red woman explains, switching to her somewhat stilted Trade and chasing that with a polite, "Hello."

Elyanna bows her head slightly, "I am Elyanna von Diesel, well met." she returns, still reserved.

She's had wanted posters posted not long ago, which may have something to do with it.

She sighs a moment in thought as Zofija's words come back her way and she nods once again, "I have seen it as well, but I've also seen us reach higher, at Stone Talon."

Stone Talon does prompt a troubled flicker in her expression, but she continues, "I've not spent a lot of time there, and I would know more of it, as time permits." <goblin-talk>

Slix's mouth runs faster than her brain. "Good thing I like a good temple." Pause. Face smack with the serving tray. It rings with a solid >ding!<. "Nice ta meetcha, Elyanna von Diesel" she murmbles behind it.

Pulling the tray away to reveal a tomato red hue plastered against a normally pale complexion, it doesn't seem like she's recognizing them from anything other than some vague comradarie between Elyanna and- "Zofi! Doin' good! Been on an odd job streak as of late! A little here, a little coffee sellin' there, fixin' boo boos over yonder. Ya know the dig."

She looks between the two for a moment, the blush having faded away by now. "I see, I see. Well, Muscles here is a good woman. Been with in many-a-scraps with her. We've been friends fo'... a bit now? Yeah, quite a bit."

The talk of Stone Talon is understood clearly, but she doesn't comment on it, the 'human' knowing well when to keep her mouth shut and just watch.

"Von diesel? I thought those clothes were looking a bit fancy with their markings." The arvek-nar grunts. "Then you know where I'm coming from, yeah? I'm not sure about stone talon. Still feels like the bottom to me, at least in some ways."

Zofi stops, and chuckles, patting the not-egalrin on the shoulder. "When they say a body is a temple, means you have to take good care of it, you know? And what's this about selling coffee? I guess bartending isn't that far from that."

The cavalier sighs, and nods to Elyanna. "You said you can keep changing my hair color, so you can keep doing that if you want, I like seeing what you come up with. As for stone talon, I think I talked about it a bit on that job. S'where my sister died. Deaztor's still alive you know, they carted her off to blar. I don't even know if they're punishing her for what she did." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna arches an eyebrow at the bonk that seems to have left an interesting hue on the human's face, "We have only worked together once, though we had met, previous." she offers in counter. A glance to Zofija, then, "She is capable, and generous as I have seen."

With the other hob's return, her eyes swivel that way and she considers that, or, at least, how to answer that.

"I know... there are things our people need to unlearn, as I did." she begins, "Stone Talon was the desperate grind of progressively darker and darker wills against each other. Blar is not so long divorced from Bludgun, after all."

Here, her eyes lower, half lidding and she sighs, "The Doktor was defeated by others, before I arrived with a medical relief force of sorts, and returned to our homeland after I returned to Alexandria, but I know neither the circumstances of her capture, or her final disposition."

She shrugs a little, "It would be a mutiny, driven by concience, that would lead us to ultimately break the siege."

Slixvah bemoans, lulling her head back dramatically. "I knoooooow, I'm just bein' a dumb bird." She recomposes herself easily, giggling behind a hand. An expressive sort, this one. "Yeah, sellin' coffee at a lil' place near the University."

The bartender twists her lips off to the side, listening to them go back and forth (with a little sad twinge at the mention of Zofi's sister, eliciting a memory from that). Whatever this history being spoken of was clearly being drank in by the 'human'. But at this, she speaks, "I know what'cha mean about tryin' ta unlearn stuff. My people have a history of screwin' up pretty bad, and have been strivin' ta fix that."

Zofija looks up and raises a bit of hair with her fingers and makes a 'huh' sound. Then her attention is back on Elyanna and Slixvah. "Well, I'm just glad I'm dependable enough. I just like looking out for my friends, too." Zofija chuckles. "Maybe I'll go over there some time for coffee if that's the case, would you want to come with, Ely?"

It was distraction from the topic somewhat, furthered by a long drink of her beverage. "Yeah, we aren't that far from Bludgun, even if we do everything we can to make it seem like it. Still a lot of growing to do, you're right. I think you're doing fine fitting in now, Ely, but some things take time. I'm sure you made a big help in Stone talon, I mean, given the job we just went on, you're really tough."

The red woman's introspective air doesn't seem to abate much as the conversation around her continues, though as her eyes seek each speaker as their due, she's still paying attention. She takes a moment to digest appraisals and offers both before she reaches out to pour some of the vaguely raisiny Kvass into her tankard from the pitcher.

"The commander in charge of the siege was... focused on victory above all..."

The von Diesel scion takes a slow sip of her Kvass to wet her pallatte, as this is likely going to be an involved telling, and she slips into her father tongue for the comfort of it as both the speakers are familiar, "Her suborinate, a leftenant Colonel, would take command with the help of a Jotun Warrior named Thurid, and a Sith hunter, named Tenoc, as well as a pair of holy blades, a human named Brand, and a Mul'niessa, Shalethista."

The tankard settles back upon the table, yet doesn't leave her hand, "The battle was brief, but fierce by all accounts, with the human felled and in dire straits. The paladins returned via airship with a shipment of wounded, as well as the Doktor, and deposed Colonel." <goblin-talk>

Slixvah, the 'human' bartender, gestures towards Zofi. "I do make a pretty mean cuppa', I've learned," she grins widely before her attention shifts to the red woman.

Her weight slides over to her back foot, head cocked to the side with her lips quirking in the same direction. "So that's what happened," she relays back in the same tongue, genuinely curious of this facet of history, and perfectly okay with hearing the to hobs go back and forth on it. <Goblin-Talk>

Zofi finishes off her first drink, and moves to her second, taking out one umbrella so she had room to drink. The cavalier however, kept her focus on Slixvah and Elyanna.

"Yeah, that sounds in line with how a commanding officer would think." Zofija sighs. "You know, I was happy to move out and work in the Myrrish kingdoms, to an extent. But it wasn't my choice either, and it meant I had to leave my family behind for that. Least the pay was better, still."

"I hope the leftenant was more sensible. Hopefully those people you're talking about were able to help them see a bit of reason. Shame someone had to die as part of that, though."

"It's just, you know, someone like that shouldn't have been able to get in charge in the first place, and Deaztor should have been stopped sooner. Lot of checks just didn't work the way they were supposed to, or that was the first time they should have been put into practice, and they were lacking." Zofija sighs.

Elyanna sighs, her forefinger peeling back only to tap against the tankard several times, before the halfbreed brings the vessel to her lips for another swig, nodding to the words of Slixvah, then anew to those of Zofija, "She was, and with the Gods' grace, she still is."

She decides to continue her recitation, though there is a flicker of something in her eyes before she finally goes on, "A human named Hades and I accompanied the airship's return flight with medical supplies donated by Alexandria. The change at the reins wouldn't be immediately felt until after we'd arrived."

The red woman's eyes hold steady as she goes into this next part of the story, though her other hand joins the first in keeping the Kvass from wandering off, "The Leftennant Colonel, Gadranay, would have our support to her claim when the Commander's other chosen returned. Thurid's stature as a Jotun, and again one of the Mountain's Warriors, would sway the others to falling in line... as would my own, less glorious reputation."

She turns to look down to the heraldry emblazoned upon her breast and a hand lifts to trace a cinnibar fingertip along the embroidered edge, "I was born in Blar, to the House von Diesel, a proud family. One much inclined to martial discipline, and the sanctity of choosing one's life."

The steel eyes close for a pregnant moment, then open anew, "Stolen in the night... an enemy of my father would have me raised in Bludgun..."

Her hand lowers beneath the table before the coils of a lash are laid upon it; this a thing braided from multiple hues of hair, culimating in a scintilating popper of silken silver tresses, "As Otilla Silverlash." <goblin-talk>

GAME: Slixvah rolls knowledge/local: (9)+5: 14
GAME: Zofija rolls knowledge/local: (15)+8: 23

Slixvah's brows raise to new heights as the story goes on. Her head tilts this way and that, keeping track of the names and filing them away. "Jeez, it's like I'm reading a drama, so much going on..." Unfortunately, Slix's history and local knowledge of such ongoings were nil, as she didn't grow up anywhere near this stuff, as she lived much, much further to the north.

This is reflected by her lack of surprise of this revelation. Or, rather, a glance to Zofija to see how she is supposed to act. <Goblin-talk>

Zofija had her second drink and was sipping it much less quickly as she listened to the story being shared. Her expression was unreadable for some time.

"You did some good work there by the sounds of it, they all did too. I don't know many noble families in Blar, though." "That though, shit, I thought I had it rough growing up, but that's pretty bad, Ely. I'm sorry you had to go through something like that. At least you're out now, and, that's certainly a way to kill your past, isn't it? no one's looking for them now I hope."

"Me? I'm just some 'nar who was always one or two steps away from being on the streets." Zofija grunts. "Mom died in the uprising against the crimson templars, dad got his spine cracked for his troubles. So, you know, as the eldest daughter, it was my job to step up and do what I could to make sure everyone was still fed and clothed. I've told Slix about it before, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not sure. Sorry you had to go through things like that I guess." <goblin-talk>

Zofija turned to Slixvah after a moment, and sighed. "Otilla was at Stonetalon mountain too. I'll let Elyanna explain, if she wants to. Not my place to say something like that, if she has her reasons for not mentioning it."

The human's return ticks an eyebrow up for a moment, before her words seem to set a response on pause. It was entirely possible the Hobkin was going to end up wearing at least one drink, after all.

As it seems, however, with Zofija's take on the affair with some familiarity with at least some of what happened sets Elyanna to slightly less alert.

"It's good... to see to your family, though for your loss, you have my condolences."

As Slix still seems a bit less afluent in the background information, the red woman deigns to continue, "In Bludgun, I was a Keeper, one who captured, broke and managed slaves." her tone grave, but her expression level, "Once Gadranay conferred with us about strategy, I chose to lead a unit to clear the Collosseum of prisoners and slaves. That is what she means, Slixvah." <goblin-talk>

Slix reaches up to scratch the side of her cheek, blatantly obvious her having no earthly idea what was being discussed with names and houses and nobility. She nods along with Zofi about being told of this stuff on Zofi's side before.

The extra explanation from Zofi makes a brow raise. "Double double..." she murmurs, looking back to Elyanna. She winces from the revelation. But laxes as she hears that folks were freed. "So... ya helped out on breakin' folk out when the time was right? Yeeesh. That right sucks for the lot. Sorr' loves." <Goblin-Talk>

"Easy, easy, Elyanna. I know who Otilla was, I'm not gonna string you up over the past." Zofi offers placatingly, one hand held up. "You're trying to make a change, and it wasn't your choice to do what you did. You got out of it, and you're trying to get better, that's what matters."

"Bludgun is, there's a reason why Blar wanted to break off. Things like slavery, like that." Zofi adds to Slixvah, lowering her voice somewhat to avoid being overheard. "Otilla freed a bunch of slaves there. As far as the reports go, she died fighting one of Bludgun's champions, alongside Thurid. Least that's what I heard."

"So, you've got your opening to go make what you want of your life now. How's that going?" Zofija asks with one raised brow.

Elyanna bows her head a touch in a nod. That is... close enough, she supposes.

Kvass raised, it hesitates for a moment for her to offer an awkward, "Thank you." before taking a healthier swig.

She reaches out to return the whip to her belt, then, "I did what I could, but, we liberated the city in the end. Not dead, but only just, thanks to a Mourner named Vibibi. If you are ever in the Temple to Angoron, Thurid could tell you more of the final battle. I had fallen before she could triumph."

The question brings a vague disquiet to her generally composed demeanor, but she answers, "I've struggled to adapt, though.... it seems Alexandria isn't always so different from what I knew. Not falling back into old habits is sometimes... challenging." there is a look into the surface of her beverage, then, "Perhaps... talk of lighter things, then...?" she proposes.... <goblin-talk>

"The bartender lets out a breath of air. "Jeesh. I'm glad at least ya able to relax a touch and adapt here in this city, yeah?"
Slixvah shifts a bit on her feet, up on the toes of her boots as she shifts the serving tray to be under the other arm. "So... how'd you two meet?" she inquires.

"I uh, yeah, sorry, didn't mean for it to come out like that, Ely. I'm sorry." Zofija grunts, rubbing the back of her head and giving the hobgoblin an apologetic smile. "Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth when I don't think things through. Habits are hard to break, otherwise they wouldn't be habits. And it's a concious effort, but, I think you're up to the task. You seem pretty strong, after all."

"Talking of lighter things is good, yeah." She agrees, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know Ely that well to be honest, something I was hoping to fix, at least a bit, coming here. One of Ashlee's friends, so I met her at the fernwood a couple times. As for now, first time I saw her out in a while was on a recent job, so, figured I'd invite her out, yeah?"

There is a nod, and Elyanna replies, "To some measure." in regards to adaptation, but doesn't expand on the principle any further as such.

She takes another swig of the fermented rasin beverage and nods in affirmation of Zofija's summation, "It was a welcome thing, and perhaps a chance to come to know more of my countrymen."

She glances between the women, and, "And yourselves?"

Slixvah's brows rise high. "Ooh, one of Ashlee's friends," she coos, rocking on the balls of her feet. There's a watching look to Zofi before she smiles warmly. "I see, I see, that's pretty cool. I'm glad ya'll wantin' ta hang."

The question makes her perk up. "Oh! We met on a mission heading ta Blar, actually," she laughs. "Went in a teleporting circle, got goofed up! Fought stuff! It was great!" Stage whisper: "It was terrible." Perks up. "But we lived!"

"Well, if you ever need help, feel free to hit me up. Seriously, I'm not great with things sometimes, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I try to be around." Zofi grunts. "Be happy to, really."

"Well I'm glad it was welcome, or I'm welcome, kinda like Slix said. Hope I still am. Not many arvek-nar around to hang out with." The cavalier chuckles. "Yeah, that job went to the hells from the get go. Teleported wrong way off course, into an old abandoned guard tower. Something had gone wrong with what they were storing there first hand. But we were alright, even if a bit worse for wear. I don't recommend trying to get a gryphon out of a cellar."

There comes a little shake of the head, then, "No, there is not. There was a male, Gregor, whom I had worked with briefly shortly after my.... defection." Elyanna replies, "But, I have not heard much of him in the years, since."

She spends a moment considering Slix's story, then, with Zofi's addendum, she actually snorts at the visual of it, "I bet that was fun!" <goblin-talk>

Slixvah smacks a hand to her forehead. "Ugh, yes, getting Screech out was a /pain/."

She rubs her arm. "Fun is a word! We all walked out bleeding and barely breathing!" The grimace on her face belies it was anything but. "At least we got drinks in Blar."

"Well, I'll keep them in mind, I suppose. Least you and Ash are nice. And, yeah, fun was certainly a word for it. Honestly, if it was a horse, it'd probably be impossible, least they can get some purchase with their front talons." Zofi chuckles. "Way was clear once we were out though, and getting into the city was easy enough. Found out that Slix was fun to be around, so I suppose we've been friends since then. We've been through a fair bit."

Elyanna nods, her humor sobering as her eyes half lid, "I am... learning." before reaching out to the pitcher to top off her tankard.

With that done, she takes it up and, "A toast to friendship."

A pause, and her head tilts a smidge as she glances between the others, "This is the local custom, yes?"

Slixvah giggles behind a hand, an elbow nudging Zofi in the arm. "Yea, been through a decent bit of trouble. Good thing I'm good a fixin' people up! And I'm fun!"

There's a blink as there a toast, and the human bartender whirls around to steal a glass behind her from a busy patron. There's a 'hey!' before she raises her glass. "To friendship!" she chirps happily.

"Learning's good. And it's nice to see ya laugh." Zofi grunts, nudging the not-egalrin back. "Yeah, handy to have someone who can heal around, what with the fact I'm the one most likely to get injured on a job."

"It is custom here, something like that." Zofija grins, taking a mug for her share of the kvass and filling it up. "To friendship!" The cavalier cheers, raising her mug up and jostling Elyanna's slightly, avoiding the one she wasn't sure would be returned to the patron from before or not.

Since the toast went well, Elyanna takes a sip once things are joined and sets the tankard aside. She considers the human's antics for a curious moment or two, then, "Those who can heal are sometimes all that keep a team from standing before the Fieu of the Tears."

Cheerful thought, that, but there have been entirely too many close calls of late for her not to share at least that wisdom.

Slixvah totally downs the stolen drink. She grimaces. It was something rough. The way she drinks it though is odd, the cup touches the corner of her mouth and its poured in sideways. She sighs in relief after shuddering, and gives the glass back to the patron. "I'll make ya another one," she excuses to them, waving their complaints away. "Ye ye, don't wanna let folks chat up Fieu just yet. They got stuff ta do. That's my job! I make sure tha things go smooth, and I gotta little stuff ta nudge things the right way."

"Ah, that's the danger of taking someone else's drink, not sure if it'll turn out to be something you like." Zofija laughs, patting Slix on the back after downing her own drink. "Yeah, close calls are, part of the business. That's why it always pays to have a healer on hand. And I guess that's why I'm trying to live a bit more, too."

"Yeah, sometimes a bit of a nudge from a spellcaster can make things go right, specially Slix. There are limits though. Like, if I wanted to ask you to go out dancing or something Ely, it wouldn't have much of a bearing on that."

"You're a bard, right? Do you sing or something like that? I bet you'd put on a great performance, whatever it is." Zofija notes, refilling her drink from the pitcher.

The human's idosyncracies draw a bit nore of those steely eyes and a pronounced arch of an eyebrow, "One day, perhaps we will work together." she muses thoughtfully. THere are probably questions begining to form, even if the prioritization hasn't quite congealed.

The conversation turns back her way, though, and Elyanna nods toward Zofija, "I... believe that is the closest term, here."

She glances down to the side whence her braided lash resides, "I sing, though a lot of my rythm comes from my whip."

Slixvah wave it off. "I can handle a drink. One."

Though, she blinks at Zofija. Gets a large grin. "I... can actually make work a bit in your favor," she says coyly, swaying from side to side before winking.

A glance to the lash, she smooths her hair behind an ear. "Hot," <Auran> the human all but chirps in a different tongue. "That's pretty cool though! I bet the beat is sick!"

"Hopefully. Slix is real dependable, it'd be good to work together with her, or me with the two of you." Zofi grins. "Though uh, maybe not Slix, I appreciate your help, but it wouldn't be right, you know? If a compliment I give works, I want to know it's because I did something right."

"That does sound really cool though, I agree." She agrees with Slixvah. "You've got a nice voice, but people sound different when they're singing, too. I'd love to hear you perform sometime, sounds like quite the show, yeah?"

Elyanna smiles a little thoughtfully, eyes lidding some again, "It has... proven to help in the pinch as they say."

Ahem, "I have not seen anyone in Alexandria use the whips my way, and I have not met a Keeper in Bludgun who was my equal in that regard."

Slixvah pats her friend's shoulder. "I know, I know," she giggles. "Just know I've improved since then~"

She tilts her head to the side. "... a... whip performance? Now that sounds really freakin' cool. Do you set it on fire? Does it use lightning?" She's very interested.

"No? Well, now I'm even more interested." Zofi grins after sipping on her drink and pouring more. "Get to see something new, hear you sing, sounds like a good time to me."

"Can't just leave us both there now, can you tell us more about it? I said I wanted to learn more about you and what you do, and I meant it, after all."

With a glance about the crowd, "This is hardly the venue, but, perhaps soon." Elyanna declares. She squares herself up in her seat and reaches for her tankard again, "Other Keepers may have more sway of personality, or a..... firmer hand. We each have our own aproach."

With a swig, her eyes settle into the faraway, "During the final battle in Stone Talon, the Ogre Chieftan Bozug strode out to meet Thurid. Yapping at his heels was a Gnoll Keeper, Ilazz of the Lash, who deigned to... call me out(?)."

A shrug, another, more sedate sip, then, "His preference was a whip capped with blades. As Thurid and Bozug, Colonel Gadranay and an Ogress witch named Kuzria joined in battle, I, at first would find myself dancing with the mangy fool as I worked my bolstering song."

Her lips draw back into a slightly smug, almost wicked sneer, "And, within several short chords, I had sent him to the ground, disarmed him and cleared several large swaths of fur from his hide."

Slixvah blinks her shifting on her feet as the names from the battle before come up to light. She's a bit uncertain of herself if the topic was light or not, her watching Zofija for a proper reaction.

But still, she can't help but give a light little clap at that story. "Damn, that sounds like an explosive kind of fight with a weapon crackin' like that, yeah?" she grins. "What wonders just a bit of braided rope can do, eh?"

"Perhaps soon then. Another time? I'd be happy to make plans to see you again." Zofija grins. "You too, Slix, I don't think you'd want to miss it, would you?" She adds with a grin to Slixvah before she settles into the story.

"Well, that keeps with your saying that you were without equal in Bludgun, huh? Sounds like it was certainly a fight to remember. Me? I'm just strong, so I carry a big hammer. Nothing fancy like that."

"It was something... to remember." Elyanna remarks, an odd humor touching her face for a moment, then, "I was forced to move in to reinforce Thurid, whilst keeping Ilazz occupied. Ultimately, he had reclaimed his weapon for all the good it did him, but I had opened a stripe in Bozug, trying to get his attention." A shrug, then and, "I succeeded, and the Ogre managed to kill Ilazz, and nearly kill me in short order."

A somewhat awkward, perhaps haunted smile, "It was enough... it inspired Gadranay, though in her words, she would only stay him for so long before being felled in turn, while Thurid marshalled herself for the final clash."

She looks to Slixah for a moment, "Most whips are made of thin stripes of leather, braided together, I have not noted rope being used, but perhaps it is the Alexandrian way?"

Toward Zofija she nods, "Without equal with the lash is still.... somewhat short of without equal at all, but perhaps we can find a day when I can show you how my music is made."

Slixvah nods. "Yeah, another time. Maybe I could see. Maybe I might miss it and let you be a lone observer," she snickers to Zofija before she turns her attention to Elyanna.

"Ah," she hums, making a clicking sound in her throat. "Sounds like it was by the skin of ya'lls teeth, that one. Least ya show gave the inspiration ta push it over the edge?"

She blinks. "Oh. Leather? Huh. Didn't know that. Today I learned! I ain't from Alexandria at all!"

She makes a glance towards the bar. "Well, I think I'm gonna leave you two cuties be, aight? I totally haven't been neglecting my job at all for the past gods know how long. Catch ya'll on the flip, have fun you two!"

The human bartender gives a wide, charming smile as she pats Zofija on the back before heading on back. "No, I didn't forget about ya drink! Chill!"

"I uh, wouldn't mind it being that, but you'd still be welcome to hang around, Slix." Zofi chuckles weakly from behind her mug. "Hey, it sounds like you did good, that's what matters." The cavalier notes. "Things worked out, you dealt with them. Even if you needed help."

"And I'm not either, but uh, yeah. Actually kind of hard to make a proper whip, takes a specific curing of the leather and the weave has to be just right, so it can have the right tension in the movement. Least that's what I heard from some leatherworkers I knew."

"Yeah, I kept you here long enough, or Ely did, best not to lose your job or pay Slix." Zofi grunts. "Well, equal or not, sometimes you can learn from someone who's better than you, and, I dunno, I'm not ashamed to admit that."

The red woman bows her head some with a slightly contrite look in her eye, "Pardon, I had not meant to keep you from your task."

Ahem, "But, yes it was... a very near thing."

As it becomes near that the human is to depart, she offers a pleasant, "It was nice to meet you, Slixvah, have a good evening."

Then, after a new swig of kvass, the hobkin turns her attnetion back toward Zofi, "Life is full of... lessons, only a fools denies them, else they find themselves on the other side of the veil."

"Near isn't all the way, is it? That's good, isn't it? Means you're here, and I get to meet you, Elyanna." The Arvek-nar grins. "But, yeah, there's a lot of things to learn, and you should never stop learning or training. It's the best way to keep on top of things, after all. And these muscles don't keep themself in shape." She adds, chuckling and flexing one of her arms slightly. "I try to be open minded about things, keep opportunities open."

A nod, then, "You are certainly more... flexible than most of the fullbloods I have met in all my travels." Elyanna observes with a little shrug. A pause, then, "So, how did you find Screech, if I may?"

"Well of course I am, I never skip out on my stretches before exercising." Zofija notes, setting down her drink to stretch her arms out over her head and to one side, before she bursts into laughter for a moment. "Ah, but seriously, I think it was just my upbringing, or lack thereof in many ways. Didn't have a choice to be picky about work or jobs, if it meant my family would be going to bed hungry. Not proud of everything I did, but, it put a perspective on things."

"How I met Screech though? That's a fun story." The cavalier grins. "Rite of passage for all the aspiring skyguard I know of. Gotta go out on your own with a single veteran of the guard once you've proven you know what you're doing. Climb the sky curtain mountains, to the caves where they make their nests near the peaks, and take one."

"It... sounds kind of cruel, and in some ways it is, but they'd die without doing that anyways in most cases. Most pairs of griffons can only feed two young together, three on a good year, so you're only allowed to take an egg from one that had four or more eggs." Zofija explains.

At first, Zofija's initial return seems to somewhat puzzle Elyanna, though as things become less playful, there is a nod, then, and the red woman sighs, "I see. In that case, I understand in many ways."

As the story begins, however, she clams up and stacks her hands upon the table, staring intently though perhaps just less so than their mutual acquaintance, Ashlee.

Another nod comes, as the elaborations come forth as the selection of whence to sieze prospective mounts, "That makes sense." she notes.

Zofija stops and pauses for just a moment as she explains, tilting her head and looking a bit concerned. "Everything alright Ely?" The cavalier asks. "I don't want to be making you uncomfortable or anything like that."

"It's, yeah, it's the only way things can really work at the moment, but the skyguard is working on pairing up the griffons they raised, with a fair bit of success. Hopefully it'll be gone away with soon. But it's certainly a journey, too. Sky curtain is remote, save for a few dwarven settlements, and some temples and the like. A few weeks trek to get out there. And then you have to climb them. One of the things they teach you in the skyguard, is how to get up and down from high places without the ability to fly."

"So after all that, you've got your kit to scale up these mountains, camping out on the sides, and keeping watch for where the griffons are moving to and from. And you have to move when they're out with enough time to get in and out without being spotted by them. I got lucky, the first den was perfect, and the knight there with me checked over all the nest to make sure they were healthy before we departed. And, I've been raising Screech ever since. Well, I say raising, but even if they can't fly yet, they're still more than capable of hunting."

Elyanna shakes her head, "No, nothing like that." she replies, "I simply noticed some parellels."

With a sip of her drink, she gestures back toward the other Hob, then, "Pardon if I have made you uncomfortable, Zofija."

With the tankard returned to the table, and her hands restacked, "I expect the bond to be quite strong, and... you have already shown that you care properly for your mount, I do not imagine fliht will be too far off."

"Parallels? With what or whom?" Zofija asks, letting a brow raise, before she stops and shakes her head. "No, no, you aren't making me uncomfortable Ely, far from it. I just, I wanted to make sure I wasn't talking too much, or saying something wrong, to make _you_ uncomfortable, that's all. I don't mind you looking at me, that's for certain."

"Yeah, it won't be too long know. Been practicing some gliding with them, and most of their adult flight feathers are coming in, enough to slow their descent. Won't be long until the primaries are too, and the muscles develop to support the movements and weight. We've been together for a long time, so I've been keeping an eye on things like that. That's the thing with the skyguard, they're a knightly order, so most of the people there were well educated nobles and the like, so I have to keep up with them. Which, I managed, but you know, still not entirely welcome I guess."

Begining to recognize that they were somewat circling through a back and forth of conciliation, Elyanna allows that to lie with a nod. Instead, she continues to listen to her new comrade's tale, and assimilating it in her growing understanding of the world outside of her two homelands.

The last prompts another contemplative nod, however, and a, "Sometimes, we must prove ourselves above the norm."

"It's, yeah, that's about right, isn't it?" Zofija chuckles a bit bitterly, raising her drink and taking a swig. "They won't be happy with nothing but the best, because you're already on the back foot, and they're going to judge anything you do a notch down to begin with. Even if it sucks, you don't have a choice but to rise to the occasion."

"And you know, that wasn't even counting the fact that I was still working to make sure I was sending enough gold back to cover the family's expenses. Making sure that my dad and siblings were taken care of. Not a lot of time for just relaxing."

"Indeed." Elyanna replies softly, though she doesn't go any further into the parallels as such, as the required context would take more elaboration than the halfbreed cares to go into at this juncture. She does, however, feel compelled by those divergent contexts to advise her, "When the time to prove yourself beyond comes to pass... be certain you look.... past the immediate, that you can still accept you must do in the days and years to come."

Whatever explanation Elyanna gives takes the cavalier some time to parse, already a bit addled by the drinks, and more than a bit of emotions. She goes to take a sip, grunts, and sets the mug down instead.

"I don't know, Elyanna. Slix told me it wasn't my fault, but I still don't believe it. As much as I talked about Deaztor, well, still feels my fault at the end of the day. If I was able to make a bit more gold, my sister never would have felt like she needed to join the military. Makes me think what I would have been willing to do, what I wouldn't."

"But you're right, Ely. I need to remember to stay conscious of my actions, and keep what I can do sustainable in the long run."

"Yes." Elyanna replies simply, settling back in her seat, "Ultimately, you must be able to bear the weight of your actions, and the consequences that come from them."

THe red woman's expression is her typical coached reserve as she reaches for her tankard anew, then, "Based on our discourse with the artificer, I imagine you have your bearings, already." <goblin-talk>

"I'm not unused to bearing the weight of my actions, but it doesn't make things feel better. Rather me than my family, that's how I always thought." Zofija sighs, picking up her mug and pouring some more Kvass. "Just... lot of stuff I wish I didn't have to do, still feel like shit about. But making sure things were taken care of made things worth it."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Like I said, I just want things to be better. What I can do myself to make things better, that's what I'm not sure of. Platitudes are great and all, but I need to be able to back up what I say, you know?" The arvek cavalier shrugs.

There is a nod chased with a slow sip of Kvass, then in turn by Elyanna's considered, "I do. Too often, words and proclamations are thrown forth as if sufficient..."

A derisive scoff, "Daylight theater."

Another sip, then, "Anyone can act virtuous under scrutiny, the truth is who you are, alone, in the dark."

Steel eyes half lid for a moment in further contemplation, then reaffix upon the cavalier anew, "Even now, I respect an honest monster more than a trumpeting cretin." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I've met more than my fair share of self righteous folk in my time, that's for certain." The cavalier grunts. "That's what pissed me off so much about Blar. Mom gave her life for it, Dad can't even walk anymore, and what did they do? Happy to leave their family to starve. Probably best if they did, so they can sweep the cost of freedom under the rug. Course, those same scum were plenty happy to pay for services in the night."

Zofija growls slightly, and empties her mug. "Reminds me what Ash said, she said you and her were monsters. I don't see it. Good people can be put in bad situations, doesn't make them bad."

"Ashlee's mind is a keen one." the Lady von Diesel replies , "Otilla was the creation of my Bludgunni upbringing, the pressures of life under Ogress rulership, trying to compensate for my thinned blood, Highborne or not, to transition to the other end of the lash."

Unwavering, she looks into Zofija's eyes and continues, "My 'human' ingenuity saw me succeed, by proving another form of creative cruelty so novel, I was gifted with Maidenhead."

Anew, the coil of tightly braided tresses is set upon the table before the red woman, "Even Ottilla's soubriquet, 'Silverlash' came from her. From my talents and inclination with using her."

"Being show the truth, that I was a von Diesel, that I was born Elyanna, and -not- Otilla only revealed another path."

The tankard is set back upon the table, "Nothing I have done since, the slaves I have freed, the lives I have saved, the sacrifices I have made will change the fact that even under those pressures, those pretexts, Otilla's sins are still mine."

She doesn't speak to the confidences of her friend's mind, not with so recent an acquaintance. <goblin-talk>

Zofija shrugs, and shakes her head once she hears the story, not missing a beat, or shying from the gaze.

"I don't know. That's complicated, really complicated. Some people would condemn someone for that, but I'm not too sure. Doesn't sound like you had too much of a choice, and your thinking might have been warped by the upbringing. Because I know the struggle of having to do shit you don't want when you're trying to escape a bad situation."

"If you continued to act like that, then that would be easy. But if you're willing to change upon seeing other options and do good? Like I said, a good person can do bad things, a bad person can do good, too. It's a matter of perspective, and deciding what someone really is. It's why it bugged me so much when Ash called herself one."

"It doesn't change the good you do today, either. Without the context of the past, you're just a good person doing good deeds today, I guess." Zofija shrugs.

Elyanna nods a touch, then returns Maidenhead to her place and reaches for her Kvass for another swig, "There's always been a choice."

She sighs, kills off the Kvass in her tankard, then leans forward to take up the pitcher and refill it, "Perhaps. Ashlee's perspective is colored by her life, and I would not do any ill justice to our... friendship, by deigning to speak what I know of it to another without her leave."

She likely has thoughts in that regard. <goblin-talk>

"Easy to say in hindsight. Easy to let it eat you up inside worrying about how there would be another way." Zofija chuckles sadly. "Like me, wondering how much more I could have done so my sis wouldn't feel she needed to shoulder the burden of carrying for the rest of the family herself. Heat of the moment, sometimes it doesn't feel like there is one."

"Ash is, I do worry about her. Wanted to make sure she was taking care of herself, eating enough, stopping to rest and not overworking. But I kept going back to the Vardaman temple for months, never saw her around, no one said where she was. I know a bit about her, but I respect that, wanting to respect her privacy. After a while, I just sorta gave up, since I was making no headway, and I'd just kill myself with worry if I kept that up." The arvek-nar grunts. "What's the hang up? You seemed like friends to me, when I saw you both." Zofi asks.

"The dealings that led to our flight from Alexandria have been... lengthy, and certain details required we be kept under watch." Elyanna replies more quietly, "Our relationship has stabilized, though it isn't one I am... greatly familiar with."

She considers the ripples spreading to the ring of foam in her cup, and continues, perhaps as deflection, "In time, should you find comfort in the notion.... while the ritual costs are... profound, it is possible to entreat the Fieu of the Tears to afford your sister another chance at life."

Her eyes flick up to Zofi's face, a new firm intensity within them, "A proper life, not some necromantic parody of same." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I guess you wouldn't be used to friends, at least not how they would be outside of bludgun. It'll get easier over time." Zofija smiles, something that passes quickly at the metion of bringing her sister back.

"It's something I considered, and I'm trying, hard as I can. Doing as much work as I can manage to try and save up gold, but I still need to make sure my brother and dad are taken care of." She sighs. "They burnt the body, because of the plague. It'd be hard to do that, like you said, thousands upon thousands of gold, and then I'd actually need to find someone to do it."

"If someone did that to her, I'd never forgive myself, and I'd crush whoever even attempted to raise the dead like that. That's a certainty, though." She adds with a low growl.

Elyanna is silent for some moments as Zofija responds to her words, affording a mute nod about their friendship.

The more familial musings are considered, but any doubts she has to the advisedness of having brought up the matter are locked behind her coached airs.

There is a second nod at note of the pyre, though it's only once the other woman is done speaking that she has words of her own, "The girl I was seeing to, the night we met, had never gotten to live. She was a spirit when we'd met, when Ashlee freed her from the vilest bonds. There was no body for her either, but, she lives and breathes and eats as any human would, now. I... hope that possibility gives you some... hope."

She thinks back to the nights with the then-free Valenthor sister she and Ashes had been trying to buoy through her crisis, their results, "I am not... talented in encouraging such things." she confesses. <goblin-talk>

Zofija drains the last of her mug and sighs, setting the drink down for a moment so she could listen. "That's... huh. I can see why Ash would want to help with something like that." The Arvek-nar muses. "Yeah, it's something that I can think about, keep me going when things are feeling dark. Family's the only thing that's kept me going a lot of nights. It's, a bit lonely, to be honest."

"But that's enough of talk like that." Zofi chuckles. "It's okay, you're doing your best, I appreciate it. Something to keep in mind, that's all, and I'll make the best of it. Maybe you just need practice, if you're getting better at it, or I just want to believe you. Could be a bit of both maybe." <Goblin-talk>

"That is.. relatable." Elyanna replies, taking another sip.

A slow breath through her nose ripples the rasinous beverage before another quick sip preceeds the tankard returning to the table, "It could be both. We'll have to see, with time."

With a faint smile that could be just the tiniest bit wry, the hobkin hefts her tankard and offers it toastward with an almost casual, "Here's hoping." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, it's why I tend to find myself in a lot of bars, it's something to do with the evenings when I'm too tired for anything else." Zofija chuckles. "Could be both. I think it's true at least, but I'll need to see you around again to prove that hypothesis correct, won't I?"

"That is the custom around here, isn't it." The cavalier snorts, filling up her mug and raising it in toast too, with a grin. "Though, you're supposed to be the one inspiring hope, not hoping, aren't you? Suppose you can do both. I'll hope for you too then, and it should probably work out."

"It's a curious hobby, though... finding new sources of diversion since leaving Bludgun has been less a priority." Elyanna replies with a faint shrug.

Perhaps an oversight, that.

She takes a generous pull from her tankard ere it's returned to the table again and she settles back into her seat, "You could be right." she muses. <goblin-talk>

"People have their reasons. For me, it varies depending on why I come here." Zofija shrugs. after taking a swig from her mug with a satisied sigh. "Finding ways to enjoy yourself in a new city, it's important. I've kind of pushed it to the wayside for a while, but you know what? If you want help finding more things to do, just hit me up. I'm sure we could find some things to do."xn

"Well, if I'm right or not is up to you in the end, so, That's a matter of believing in yourself, innit?" The cavalier snorts. "So do that, I think you can manage it. Confidence is usually a good thing when it's earned, and it helps with all manner of stuff. Wanna spire hope? Be someone you'd want to believe in, after all."

There's a nod from the red woman, then a brief pause before she replies, "The recommendations would be appreciated, thank you."

Her steely eyes scan the crowds around them once again, then reaffix upon Zofija, "I will keep that in mind, though I am still learning." <goblin-talk>

"Well, this place is a good start. The baths are great, and when they have musicians or dancers on stage, the tavern area is even better. If you like the arts like that too, there's always shows in the theatre district to catch, street performers and the like too for something more casual." Zofija suggests. "I like fishing down by the tornmawr or the port sometimes, helps with feeding Screech. I could take you for a glide down from the airstation too, that's always fun, in addition for being good training for them."

"Good thing to keep in mind. Life's always about learning, you'll get it." Zofija grins. "Long as you're willing to learn, the world's your oyster, s'what I always told my brother." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna considers the more expansive entertainment options as Zofija lays out the spread, another sip of kvass, then, "The violinists were interesting."

There is a little shrug, and, "It's been a while since I've listened to the music, here."

Another moment's thought, then, "I've... never flown." There's a little snort, then, with a finger splaying roll of her wrist, "I've crossed the veil twice, now, but, never left the ground... in a controlled manner." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah? Violin music is pretty cool. Pretty unique sounding as far as stringed instruments go, probably because of all the upkeep that goes into those things." Zofi chuckles. "I'm a bit surprised though, I would have thought a bard like you would want to expose yourself to new music, when you can."

"You've never flown? I'm, kind of surprised, to be honest. You seem pretty well traveled, Ely." The arvek-nar remarks, taking a pause to sip her drink. "Well, Screech can't fly, not yet at least. It's mostly a controlled fall, but you can still get some distance. You'd be welcome to join us some time, if you wanted. Or we could go catch one of the performances in the theatre district? If you wanted to, at least."

There is a little cant of her head and Elyanna's eyebrow arches, "I had a great deal on my plate once I'd arrived in Alexandria. Most exposure to new instruments were.... happenstance." she begins, "It's... only very recently that things have relented this much." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I guess there has been a lot going on here, sometimes it feels like one impending disaster to another, with no sort of in between on matters. At the very least, for the moment, things seem a bit more relaxed." Zofija sighs, rubbing the back of her head. "It's just a bit surprising is all. But then again, it feels like I've learned a lot about you, but also, not that much, so I can't make judgements on things like that so willingly."

"Least you've got time now, too, so that's good. I'm no singer, and I never really had time to learn an instrument, but I can still appreciate good music, at the very least." The cavalier chuckles. <goblin-talk>

The red woman nods, "In so many words." she agrees, "I also lost a great deal of time to the magic plague that had swept the area. It was a wretched experience."

A sigh, and she considers the ripples of her drink anew, "Then things seemed to tumble one over the other once I'd been cured." <goblin-talk>

"Shit, you got that plague too? I thought you were part of the goings on there, but, I guess that would put you at risk, too." Zofija sighs, looking at the other arvek a bit sadly. "Took a lot out of a lot of people, and there were so many going around. At least you're okay now, yeah? I'm glad you're okay, since I get to meet you, after all. Hopefully you'll have time to enjoy yourself now. Sometimes life goes a bit too fast, and you don't have time to stop and figure things out. But making time for yourself does still matter, that's something I'm working on getting into my own thick skull."

There's a shake of Elyanna's head and, "This was before the blights at Stone Talon. The doing of the Fae queen of Winter." There is something beneath the surface, a flicker, then, "I am restored, yes... though by the nature of the thing, I had to endure mostly on my own strength, bolstered by more hollistic means."

She seems uncertain for another moment, then, "Thank you, I'm not... accustomed to so much.... well-wishing." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, another plague? Having to deal with multiple, that's pretty rough." Zofi grunts once, shaking her own head a few times. "Fae queens, and I thought some mad biochemist was bad. Well, no, she still is, but the scale between the two, that's a ways off."

"You're uh, you're welcome though, Elyanna. Especially if you're not used to it." The cavalier grins. "It, not being used to something like that must be hard. You said you're getting used to things in Alexandria, and not everyone is like that, but I at least try to be nice to my friends, you know? Look out for them how I can." She chuckles. <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods again, then takes a healthy draught of her beverage before setting it back down, "The span is broader than you could imagine." she intones, a her eyes haunted in the corners as a flicker, then, she swallows, half lids he eyes and recenters.

"I've been feared and loathed, justifiably, for a long time. At best, I was a known quantity." She considers the pitcher again, perhaps weighing topping off once more, but for the nonce she leaves it be. <golin-talk>

Zofija notes the effect talking about the experience seemed to have, and she raised one hand over , only to have it drop abruptly to the tabletop. "Easy, it's alright. Sorry for bringing it up, but it's okay here." The Arvek-nar grunts.

"I can see how it would be something you're unused to in such a case. But, it's not a bad thing, is it?" Zofi asks. "And based on your actions, I think you're justifiably someone worth wishing well. I mean, you were willing to test out that scroll over me for one thing." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna straightens a little, then nods, but doesn't remark any further on that point.

Instead, her eyes reacquire Zofija at the outset of her question, then, "It was the wisest course. Still, it wasn't quite the experience we expected, no?" <goblin-talk>

"Nah, it certainly wasn't what anyone was expecting." Zofi laughs. "Hindsight is always good, and that certainly had me seeing it when I went tumbling down from that blast. That is mine not- s'figure of speech, sorry."

The arvek-nar rubs the back of her head and shakes her head. "Seemed like the wisest course, but if there'll be any dangerous tests like that on future jobs, I'd rather be the one taking the brunt of it."

"I imagine your chance will come, the way things seem to happen around here." Elyanna notes drily, then deigns to reach for the pitcher, after all.

Shake-shake-

Hrm.

She sets it down, then, "Though, clearly it'd be best if that particular scenario was prevented entirely from now on." <goblin-talk>

"It's the nature of the work, unfortunately. All I can do is be better prepared for it." Zofi chuckles. "You're right though, I think the takeaway from all that is to not go trying experimental magical scrolls out in the countryside or around Alexandria for the time being. Probably for the best." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods, "True enough." she returns, "Still, there will likely always be an uncomfortable amount of unknowns. I imagine some less... directly interactive scrolls will produce so dramatic an effect, but as quietly as possible, lest we inspire.... further experimentation, we should caution such things in the future."

She looks to something off in the distance, then, back to her " hank you for this evening, Zofija. It was... nice." <goblin-talk>

"Again, nature of the business unfortunately. But, you know, rather be me facing the unknowns than someone else. Least, that's the way I think about it." Zofi grunts. "The less investigation we inspire, the better. I'll be keeping an eye on the goings on in the city."

The cavalier looks out as well, and back, and grins. "Yeah, in spite of everything on my account, it was nice, Ely. Good to meet you and get to know you better. Don't worry about paying if you gotta take off, I'll settle that with them."

Elyanna rises, then with a nod, squaring her chair away and offering her bare hand to Zofija, "Agreed, and thank you, again."

She gives that a beat, then, "Next time, it will be, as they say, 'My treat'. Good evening, and be well." <goblin-talk>

"You're welcome Ely, and I should be thanking you for coming out for drinks with me, too." Zofija chuckles, leaving her seat and stretching, before taking the offered hand to shake it. "Well, I won't hold you to it, but I'd like that. Have a good evening too Ely, and don't forget to give yourself time to relax if you can." The cavalier replies, grinning again.

"I will... try." Elyanna replies as the hands clasp, though with as... uptight as she is, that could be something of an undertaking.

As their hands part, the higborne gives a salute, "Till next we meet." and begins to drift doorward to ends best left to speculation at this point. <goblin-talk>

ELYANNA

Tall, lean and dark, she stands most of six feet, skin a rich, cinnabar tone with a splash of carmine freckles across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her face is broad beneath her thick brows and widows' peak, with well defined cheekbones and a firm jaw. Her demeanor is solemn around harrowed steel eyes, though in the odd case of a smile, her teeth are those of a predator. Her hair is raven black, bangs parted by a burnished steel band to frame her face, and the rest allowed to flow to her beltline behind her. Should she speak, she does so in a contralto voice, her accent unmistakably that of Bludgun.
An ankle length cloak of raven feathers, almost matching her hair but for texture, with a fringed leather mantlet layered over that shrouds a chain shirt. The chain is polished to a almost mirror shine with a black suit of cloth, reinforced at the joints with matte leather, under. At her waist, a rectangular, fluted buckler hangs from a clasp on her crimson belt over her left hip, the coils of a whip braided of various hues of hair, to the silver tresses of it's popper, rides on her right on the scabbard of a Blarite falchion, while a punching dagger that curls like a fang is tucked at her back. Polished black leather and blued steel chased in copper make up the gauntlet that sheaths her right forearm, matched by reinforced boots that fold back at the knee. The closest she gets to accessories is the afformentioned steal headband, crafted to resemble a braided leather band with a central 'strand' of polished bronze interlaced with the rest.

SLIXVAH

Average in height, but large in personality, Slixvah is an outrageously decorated Egalrin. Her rusty red and white feathers don't sully her outlandish garb; in fact, it makes it stand out even more. Colorful and plentiful, ribbons adorn her wing joints and arms to make a dazzling display of splendor, especially when those wings stretch out to their twelve foot span. Thick, magnificent feathers fill that massive span, and an entire rainbow of ribbons flutter from her wing spars to accent it all. The red ones are cut to look like feathers.

Loose fitting robes of a multitude of colors rest against her frame while various veils and shawls dangle from different sections of her clothes. One veil even covers her face, but she's quite often pulling it down to give a smiling twinkle in her sky-blue eyes behind her raptor-like beak. A rainbow ribbon is tied around her head like a bandanna, and every second glance it seems like the colors are in different places.

There is usually a white-plumed thrush nestling in one of the many nooks and crannies of her swishy attire.

ZOFIJA

Zofija stands at slightly above average for an Arvek-nar, but she is even more muscular than most, which is an impressive feat for the military minded race. Their skin is a light orange-brown, brightening to almost white at the tip of their nose. Their hair is short length and brow, and just a bit wild when not covered by a hat. The arvek-nar usually has a stern look to them, with yellow eyes that almost seem to be judging the person looking at them.

She is usually dressed much how one would expect arvek-nar cavalry to be. A fur lined black jacket draped over her right arm like a cloak, over top of a dark red coat hiding the chainmail underneath. A pair of cream colored slacks accompany the outfit, but they are covered up partially by a pair of almost knee height riding boots of oiled black leather.

Koming Klean over Kvass

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Strike: Created page with "Emblem of Ea - Monday, August 29, 2022, 8:54 PM In the wake of the spectacle of their last mission, Zofija opts to take the opportunity to get to know Elyanna via a post-job drink, an invitation the reserved hobkin accepts. Ordering drinks and an appetizer at the TaRrAcE they briefly touch upon the consequences of the mission, and talk drifts toward a topic of a previous, stunted conversation: The Siege of Stone Talon. Elyanna reveals some pertinent details of how it pl..."

Emblem of Ea - Monday, August 29, 2022, 8:54 PM

In the wake of the spectacle of their last mission, Zofija opts to take the opportunity to get to know Elyanna via a post-job drink, an invitation the reserved hobkin accepts. Ordering drinks and an appetizer at the TaRrAcE they briefly touch upon the consequences of the mission, and talk drifts toward a topic of a previous, stunted conversation: The Siege of Stone Talon. Elyanna reveals some pertinent details of how it played out as she understood it, and her own role in same when they are joined by Slixvah, who is acting as waitstaff under a glamor. She joins them in conversation as things continue, and the darker aspects of Elyanna's relationship with the forces of Blar and Bludgun who were contetsting ownership of that city come to light, though she is soon to return to work. Zofija relates more of her own motivations toward adventuring for hire, so far from their mutual home, and with some more discussion, touching on their mutual acquaintance, Ashes, over several rounds of Kvass, they part company, with the expectaction that more such encounters would occur.

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Inside, this two-story structure has been almost completely opened up. Generous windows on both stories allow daytime sunlight and cooling night breezes to flow in as needed, while the brick walls have been whitewashed - contrasting with the dark-stained beams and supports, and the rich polish on the wooden floor. A broad strip of stone runs from the entrance to a framed doorway set into the opposite wall, with a sign above the lintel declaring that the baths are to be found that way.

The ground floor is sprinkled with tables and chairs of assorted sizes, offering welcome to guests both large and small. One whole corner of the building - into which guests are not permitted entry - has been given over to the kitchen, which serves as the domain of the famed monster chef Ligum Serforus. Mundane meals are available, but the chef delights in offering up obscure dishes made from the freshest of monster ingredients.

Opposite the kitchen a small bar runs in front of an array of shelves, displaying a broad selection of beverages (most of them alcoholic). The bar-top has been fashioned from what looks to have been old pieces of armor, fused and welded together before being polished to provide a near-smooth finish. Set above it, three human-sized statues have been built into an alcove in the wall: Tarien, Rada and Ceinara jointly keep benevolent watch over the room and its occupants.

To the right of the entrance, a small stage offers a platform for a handful of performers at a time. To the left of the door, a spiral staircase of wrought iron winds its way up to a balcony dining area, that is chiefly reserved for special events and parties.

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Elyanna A grim, Arvek-blooded woman in raven feathers. 0s 8m
Slixvah A rust red and white Egalrin (disguised as a human) 8s 2h
Zofija A well-dressed Arvek-Nar with a big hammer. 2m 4m
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Bathhouse Out <O>
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The Tarrace, late afternoon.

Zofija really wasn't expecting her offer to go out for drinks after to be accepted, but she certainly wasn't going to turn it down, either. So it was that after making sure that her mount was cared for and stabled, that she made her way through the city, down to the lower districts where the majority of the drinking establishments were. Down in the colosseum district, the arvek-nar stepped into the Tarrace to take a look around, and see if Elyanna was already there. The hobgoblin's armor was stowed away, but they still remained mostly in their military dress.

The aftermath of their mission certainly touched a few spots, particulrly as possibilities, ambition and moralities were aired out amongst the group.

Elyanna had, in the interim, swapped out her damaged adventuring threads for a suit of militant cut, though in her family colors, emblazoned at breast and shoulder with the von Diesel coat of arms. A more common black cloak stands in for her feathered affair, thouogh aside from her buckler, the halfbreed is yet fully armed.

The von Diesel scion awaits her countryman not far from the door, affecting the regimented poise of her inherent(if tenuous) station.

Upon sighting Zofira, she begins to move that way with a soft, "Greetings." <goblin-talk>

Zofi scanned the room until she found Elyanna wasn't too far away from the start. The cavalier chuckles, removing her hat and offering a bow.

"Hey Elyanna, good to see you, and see you didn't leave me out to dry." She chuckles. "Should I find a table, or did you want to find a seat at the bar? I hope I didn't keep you too long, I had to make sure Screech was okay and not hurt by everything."
<goblin-talk>

Elyanna's return bow is precise, "Is that a common thing, here?" she asks upon it's completion, even as she pivots on her heel to accompany Zofija into the dining area, proper.

She gives the question a couple of paces' consideratin, then, "A table would be better, I expect. My status within the eyes of the masses is... complicated."

Selecting one, she reaches out to draw a chair for them, "It's good that you care for him(...?)" <goblin-talk>

"Hm? Nah, just felt like it'd be polite. Didn't need to return it, but I appreciate it that you did." Zofi chuckles, waving away the notion before she follows Elyanna into the room. "Ah, I don't care what they think seeing you or me for being with you. I invited you out for drinks after all, but if you're more comforatble at a table, then fine by me." She adds with a light snort, before she takes a seat down at the table.

"Here, it's a bit hard to tell if you don't know them. I'd be a pretty horrible cavalier if I didn't care for my companion. Speaking of which-"

Zofija reaches into her coat, and pulls out a vial she sets down on the table. "Drink this, please. You're worrying me a bit trying to put on a stoic face the way you did, it doesn't pay to ignore your injuries." <goblin-talk>

The red woman arches an eyebrow briefly at the begining of Zofija's reply before her lips part in a silent 'ah' of epiphany.

Once the two hobs are properly situated, with Elyanna making certain her view affords her line of sight to the entrances, she clarifies, "I'd meant the 'leaving you out to dry', though it's well to return respect with same, no?"

There is a little nod as the fullblood affirms proper concern for her mount, but she lifts a hand as the bottle is brought forth, "Thank you, but you will need that at some point. I will see Ashes soon enough." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, that. Well, depends on the day and how people are feeling. It's not a common occurence, but it stings enough that sometimes it creeps into the back of your mind, you know?" The arvek-nar chuckles weakly, rubbing the back of her head. "Are you sure? It'd mean you can relax a bit more here, but I guess I should save it if that's the case. They're not cheap, but I'd say you're worth spending it on to make sure you're okay."

The cavalier grunts once, and sighs, before she looks for a menu that was at hand. "Well, at least you're able to see her again. Hope she's doing alright." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods thoughtfully, "I see." she replies in a soft volume.

She settles in, then, glancing at the menu for a moment, then, "She was hale last I saw her."

A pause, then she alights her steel eyes upon the other hob's and, not wishing to spill what may be personal details of her friend, turns toward, "You are... alright... about that business with the scroll??" <goblin-talk>

"That's, good. I tried to check up on her a quite a few times, but seems like she was always somewhere else or just away, so it's good she's okay at least. I was a bit worried about her." Zofija sighs. She looks up from her menu, and catches Elyanna looking at her, and the cavalier sighs once again.

"Yeah I'm, alright, thanks for asking Ely." She grunts. "Sorry that's, I couldn't help but see the parallels with everything that happened, and what the artificer was proposing. I shouldn't have made as big a deal of it as I did." <goblin-talk>

"i will convey your well wishing next I see her." Elyanna affirms with a small dip of the chin. The familiar abridgement of her name strikes an odd note in the back of her mind, but she is too composed to make overt note of it. Instead, she pushes on with the topic at large, "We aren't familiar, but I doubt the artificer has seen the cost in such... inovation. For her martial readiness, I scarce expect she's encountered death on any grand scale."

A pause, then, "It isn't like you cut her throat. I've done very few guild jobs, and most of them have involved some form of... discord within the bands sent forward."

A ghost of something touches the corners of her expression, "Humans have a... tendency toward innovation." <goblin-talk>

"Appreciate it, if she isn't going out to see me or I can't find her, then so be it, but I still wish her well." Zofija nods, offering what could pass as a smile, if it didn't waver so much. "Sorry, don't feel like talking about that so much right now." "Probably hasn't, or thinks they can do a better job of it. Little of both maybe, but I can't read someone's mind." Zofija grunts. "It happens, and I try to avoid it usually, not be at the forefront of it. Not good for morale or just getting the job done in general."

"Humans do, but so do 'nar. After all, it's that Deaztor scum who caused all that trouble. Now if there's anyone who's throat I would cut, it'd probably be her." <Goblin-talk>

A grim nod, and, then Elyanna returns, "Then we ill discuss it no more." with a a brief lift of her hand in a placative posture. <goblin-talk>

She turns toward a server that, by now, has deigned to approach the table with the usual, "Greetings, ladies, welcome to the Tarrace. Can I interest you in an appetizer, or perhaps some drinks?"

"Hello, yes, a pitcher of Kvass, if you would?" the red woman requests, then turns her attntion to Zofija, "And you?"

"Thanks, appreciate it. Came out here to enjoy myself and some company, and get to know you after all." Zofija grins. And speaking of enjoying themself, there was the waitress! <goblin-talk>

"Kvass sounds good, make it a big enough pitcher for both of us. Don't worry, I'll pay for it." Zofija says. "Some garlic bread or something to snack on would be good too, do you want anything Ely? Oh! And, just, something fruity, whatever the bartender feels like making otherwise."

"That sounds sufficient, thank you." Elyanna returns as the ball is returned to her court, and her hands rest atop each other.

As the waitress seems satisfied with that, and assures the two that it will be coming right up before venturing to the back to see that done.

A soft exhale through her nostrils, then, "What would you care to know??" <goblin-talk>

"Never even thought to ask if they have kvass here, but that's good, thanks for pointing it out Ely." The cavalier grins. "And get to know you, not just get to know things. Though, if I did want to know something, how do you keep your hair like that? I don't know many Arvek-nar with hair like yours. It looks really nice, though." <goblin-talk>

"The menu list is fairly expansive." Elyanna replies, "There is also Ma Rosie's, in goblintown."

A sigh, then, "I'm not allowed there, anymore." she ammends, managing not to show any embarassment over the affair, "But that story is not merely my own."

The course change to her hair brings an eyebrow up with a glance toward the bangs on her right side, "My hair? What... about it?" <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, those chefs here are some wizards in the kitchen, in the metaphorical sense. At least, pretty sure." Zofi chuckles, raising one brow at the comment. "Oh? Well it sounds like an interesting place. Sounds like there's a story there, but you don't have to share if you don't feel like it."

Zofija stretches and resettles into the chair, grinning to Elyanna. "Yeah, your hair! It's well, it's long, but it's still real pretty and well cared for. What's your secret for keeping it looking so good, or does it just come natural to you? I suppose that wouldn't be that surprising." <goblin-talk>

"It may embarass other parties if I go into it." Elyanna explains with a slight shrug, "It has dancers, gambling and drinking."

Her hand lifts to gently rub her tresses between thumb and fingers, "Nature plays a fair part. The rest is an aspect of my limited arcane talents."

Glancing to her countryman's mane in turn, "Will you trust me?" <goblin-talk>

"Sounds like it has all the makings of a good story to me. But I get it if you don't want to implicate others." Zofija snorts, taking her drink as it arived, which looked icy and orange. "Thanks, appreciate it." She nods to the waitress.

"Well, seems nature was real kind to you, Ely, and if the magic is something you know, that's just part of you, isn't it?" The cavalier chuckles. "Even after getting out of the bathhouse, mine's just back to being unruly the moment all the water is gone."

"Course I trust you, I came out here with you, didn't I? Didn't come to throw you under suspicion." She replies quickly, as if the thought didn't even cross her mind.

Elyanna smiles faintly and dips her head, "Very kind, thank you."

She, too, looks up to the waitress with another quiet, "Thank you."

A short hesitance, a silence allowed to linger until the server is gone, then, "In so much as a skill, yes."

She considers the woman a few moments more, then, her fingers flex and twist in several postures as she begins to whistle a short, intricate diddy. Her eyes drift up toward Zofija's scalp and a subtle, if slightly peculiar sensation begins at her pate', it then changes a mild touch and works it's way down to the woman's feet as any prespiration, dirt or other such surface contaminations are cleansed in the power of her invocation.

Zofija swirls her drink around for a bit until she finally takes a sip of it with a happy sounding noise. "Well, magic is different, you gotta have an aptitude for it, and it drains you in a way labor doesn't usually tend to." She notes, before she sits a bit still and watches Elyanna as she seems to be working some form of magic. The cavalier blinks, then grins, shaking out her head and hair once. "By the gods, that feels great, what I wouldn't give to have a spell like that on some of my marches." she grunts. "Appreciate that, really. How do I look? At least half as good as you do? Bit more?" <goblin-talk>

Despite her generally dour demeanor, Elyanna seems somewhat amused by that, "It does. I've never heard the difference properly put into words."

She cants her head, then, "I could show you the techniques, but depending on your aptitudes, it may take a while for you to grasp that particular spell."

A beat, "I can even change the color for a time, if you wish." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Little brother has magical aptitude you know, so I was always trying to figure out how to help out where I could." Zofi chuckles. "Maybe I could have learned too, but I never had the time to. Maybe I could pick it up with enough time, who knows?"

"What's that about changing the color? Sure, why not!" Zofija laughs. "Sounds like fun, change it to whatever you want it to look like, that sounds fine with me. Might learn your favorite color in the process as a bonus!" <goblin-talk>

"It's as much an ear for tune as force of personality, more than appeal to higher powers or gifts of the blood..." Elyanna begins, seems to have another thought, then, "Rather, gifts such as sorcerors get."

Her head cambers a little to one side, a brow aching as some glimmer of... something touches her eyes, "Your brother is a caster, then?"" she speculates.

Even as she does so, she flicks a glance to the other woman's short tresses, and the strands' hue transitions from root to tip into a rich, shimmering auburn.

"What do you think of this, then?" the hobkin inquires. <goblin-talk>

The two Hob born are settled in at a table with a pitcher, tankards and an appetizer between them, situated to give the ruddier of the two a view of the entrances, neither is visibly armoured, though she, herself is still quite armed.

You never know /when/ they're around. But sometimes things just...

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, I forgot that those come with /two/ umbrellas. Here is another on the house. And some water," a silky toned human woman hums as she drops off a fruity drink to the table (with two umbrellas!) and a pitcher of water. They're dressed in slacks and a vest, with her rust red hair slicked back and a red headband keeping it in place.

She reaches behind her back, pulls out two empty glasses, and sets them down. "Don't want to get a hangover now, do we?" she chirps. <Goblin-talk>

Her sky blue eyes crinkle with amusement.

"Yeah, there's all sorts of magic, aren't there? Sorcery, druidic magic, divine prayers, you know the lot." Zofija chuckles. "Ah, yeah, he's a spellcaster, or at least he wants to be. That's why I'm saving up so I can get him into a good wizard's college, away from Blar probably. Don't want them drafting him into the military when they thing they don't have enough or something like that."

The Arvek-nar blinks, and chuckles to the woman who stopped by. "Another example, some people just get adorable little birds who tell them 'hey, you can do magic now.'" She laughs, before looking up to her hair, and smiling. "Looks real nice Ely, you think it looks good reddish like that?" The Arvek-nar asks. "And what do you think, Slix? Thanks for the drink by the way, appreciate it. You aren't going to get in trouble offering me that, are you?" <goblin-talk>

Elyanna takes in the woman's retort with a thoughtful reserve, a glimmer fading a touch before she nods, "You don't think much of our homeland." <goblin-talk>

She lets that hang for a moment, perhaps to percolate, when her eyes flit toward the arrival of a... supplementary server and she straightens just a little.

There's probably something there, though the congenial response of her tablemate seems to somewhat mollify whatever paranoias were at play under her poised veneer.

"It seemed a viable choice. Not quite so dramatic or extravagant as some, but, I can keep making adjustments for quite some time, should you wish." the red woman explains, switching to her somewhat stilted Trade and chasing that with a polite, "Hello."

The bartender raises a brow, glancing between the two with a soft smile. But she rubs her neck as her serving tray is held under an arm. "By house, I mean me. I'm a house. A brick house. Anyways," she thumbs her nose, leaning on a back foot. "What do I think? Uh... magic stuff? It's pretty rad, though most have a hard time getting a wrap around it." <Goblin-Talk>

She drops the tongue, clearly not her native one as she switches to something more local. "Oh?" she hums, looking the attire over. "I think it looks quite nice! I'm partial to red-" she swishes her hair- "but it goes well together!"

Her smile is broad and winning. "Why hello!" she coos back to the unknown hob. "Slixvah Unmesi, I'm bartending!"

Something tweets in her pocket.

"Oh shush I know I'm not tending the bar right now, let me pester my friend," she stage whispers to said pocket.

"Nah, it's not that I don't think much of our homeland, Ely. It's more so, I've seen the absolute bottom I guess. It'll be home no matter what, and gods I want things to get better there, but there's a lot of growing to do." The arvek-nar corrects, and sighs. She takes a sip of her drink, followed by a stick of garlic bread that hangs slightly out of her mouth. "Don't worry, this is my friend Ely, she's not going to cause you any trouble. Less you ask for it." She says. <goblin-talk> "Well, that's only fair you like it Slix, you're the most positive person about themself that I know. I don't see you taking odd jobs around that often, but seems like a good fit for you. And everyone's body is a temple, as they say."

"I just invited out Elyanna for food and drinks, so we're relaxing here. How are you doing?"

Elyanna takes in the woman's retort with a thoughtful reserve, a glimmer fading a touch before she nods, "You don't think much of our homeland." <goblin-talk>

She lets that hang for a moment, perhaps to percolate, when her eyes flit toward the arrival of a... supplementary server and she straightens just a little.

There's probably something there, though the congenial response of her tablemate seems to somewhat mollify whatever paranoias were at play under her poised veneer.

"It seemed a viable choice. Not quite so dramatic or extravagant as some, but, I can keep making adjustments for quite some time, should you wish." the red woman explains, switching to her somewhat stilted Trade and chasing that with a polite, "Hello."

Elyanna bows her head slightly, "I am Elyanna von Diesel, well met." she returns, still reserved.

She's had wanted posters posted not long ago, which may have something to do with it.

She sighs a moment in thought as Zofija's words come back her way and she nods once again, "I have seen it as well, but I've also seen us reach higher, at Stone Talon."

Stone Talon does prompt a troubled flicker in her expression, but she continues, "I've not spent a lot of time there, and I would know more of it, as time permits." <goblin-talk>

Slix's mouth runs faster than her brain. "Good thing I like a good temple." Pause. Face smack with the serving tray. It rings with a solid >ding!<. "Nice ta meetcha, Elyanna von Diesel" she murmbles behind it.

Pulling the tray away to reveal a tomato red hue plastered against a normally pale complexion, it doesn't seem like she's recognizing them from anything other than some vague comradarie between Elyanna and- "Zofi! Doin' good! Been on an odd job streak as of late! A little here, a little coffee sellin' there, fixin' boo boos over yonder. Ya know the dig."

She looks between the two for a moment, the blush having faded away by now. "I see, I see. Well, Muscles here is a good woman. Been with in many-a-scraps with her. We've been friends fo'... a bit now? Yeah, quite a bit."

The talk of Stone Talon is understood clearly, but she doesn't comment on it, the 'human' knowing well when to keep her mouth shut and just watch.

"Von diesel? I thought those clothes were looking a bit fancy with their markings." The arvek-nar grunts. "Then you know where I'm coming from, yeah? I'm not sure about stone talon. Still feels like the bottom to me, at least in some ways."

Zofi stops, and chuckles, patting the not-egalrin on the shoulder. "When they say a body is a temple, means you have to take good care of it, you know? And what's this about selling coffee? I guess bartending isn't that far from that."

The cavalier sighs, and nods to Elyanna. "You said you can keep changing my hair color, so you can keep doing that if you want, I like seeing what you come up with. As for stone talon, I think I talked about it a bit on that job. S'where my sister died. Deaztor's still alive you know, they carted her off to blar. I don't even know if they're punishing her for what she did." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna arches an eyebrow at the bonk that seems to have left an interesting hue on the human's face, "We have only worked together once, though we had met, previous." she offers in counter. A glance to Zofija, then, "She is capable, and generous as I have seen."

With the other hob's return, her eyes swivel that way and she considers that, or, at least, how to answer that.

"I know... there are things our people need to unlearn, as I did." she begins, "Stone Talon was the desperate grind of progressively darker and darker wills against each other. Blar is not so long divorced from Bludgun, after all."

Here, her eyes lower, half lidding and she sighs, "The Doktor was defeated by others, before I arrived with a medical relief force of sorts, and returned to our homeland after I returned to Alexandria, but I know neither the circumstances of her capture, or her final disposition."

She shrugs a little, "It would be a mutiny, driven by concience, that would lead us to ultimately break the siege."

Slixvah bemoans, lulling her head back dramatically. "I knoooooow, I'm just bein' a dumb bird." She recomposes herself easily, giggling behind a hand. An expressive sort, this one. "Yeah, sellin' coffee at a lil' place near the University."

The bartender twists her lips off to the side, listening to them go back and forth (with a little sad twinge at the mention of Zofi's sister, eliciting a memory from that). Whatever this history being spoken of was clearly being drank in by the 'human'. But at this, she speaks, "I know what'cha mean about tryin' ta unlearn stuff. My people have a history of screwin' up pretty bad, and have been strivin' ta fix that."

Zofija looks up and raises a bit of hair with her fingers and makes a 'huh' sound. Then her attention is back on Elyanna and Slixvah. "Well, I'm just glad I'm dependable enough. I just like looking out for my friends, too." Zofija chuckles. "Maybe I'll go over there some time for coffee if that's the case, would you want to come with, Ely?"

It was distraction from the topic somewhat, furthered by a long drink of her beverage. "Yeah, we aren't that far from Bludgun, even if we do everything we can to make it seem like it. Still a lot of growing to do, you're right. I think you're doing fine fitting in now, Ely, but some things take time. I'm sure you made a big help in Stone talon, I mean, given the job we just went on, you're really tough."

The red woman's introspective air doesn't seem to abate much as the conversation around her continues, though as her eyes seek each speaker as their due, she's still paying attention. She takes a moment to digest appraisals and offers both before she reaches out to pour some of the vaguely raisiny Kvass into her tankard from the pitcher.

"The commander in charge of the siege was... focused on victory above all..."

The von Diesel scion takes a slow sip of her Kvass to wet her pallatte, as this is likely going to be an involved telling, and she slips into her father tongue for the comfort of it as both the speakers are familiar, "Her suborinate, a leftenant Colonel, would take command with the help of a Jotun Warrior named Thurid, and a Sith hunter, named Tenoc, as well as a pair of holy blades, a human named Brand, and a Mul'niessa, Shalethista."

The tankard settles back upon the table, yet doesn't leave her hand, "The battle was brief, but fierce by all accounts, with the human felled and in dire straits. The paladins returned via airship with a shipment of wounded, as well as the Doktor, and deposed Colonel." <goblin-talk>

Slixvah, the 'human' bartender, gestures towards Zofi. "I do make a pretty mean cuppa', I've learned," she grins widely before her attention shifts to the red woman.

Her weight slides over to her back foot, head cocked to the side with her lips quirking in the same direction. "So that's what happened," she relays back in the same tongue, genuinely curious of this facet of history, and perfectly okay with hearing the to hobs go back and forth on it. <Goblin-Talk>

Zofi finishes off her first drink, and moves to her second, taking out one umbrella so she had room to drink. The cavalier however, kept her focus on Slixvah and Elyanna.

"Yeah, that sounds in line with how a commanding officer would think." Zofija sighs. "You know, I was happy to move out and work in the Myrrish kingdoms, to an extent. But it wasn't my choice either, and it meant I had to leave my family behind for that. Least the pay was better, still."

"I hope the leftenant was more sensible. Hopefully those people you're talking about were able to help them see a bit of reason. Shame someone had to die as part of that, though."

"It's just, you know, someone like that shouldn't have been able to get in charge in the first place, and Deaztor should have been stopped sooner. Lot of checks just didn't work the way they were supposed to, or that was the first time they should have been put into practice, and they were lacking." Zofija sighs.

Elyanna sighs, her forefinger peeling back only to tap against the tankard several times, before the halfbreed brings the vessel to her lips for another swig, nodding to the words of Slixvah, then anew to those of Zofija, "She was, and with the Gods' grace, she still is."

She decides to continue her recitation, though there is a flicker of something in her eyes before she finally goes on, "A human named Hades and I accompanied the airship's return flight with medical supplies donated by Alexandria. The change at the reins wouldn't be immediately felt until after we'd arrived."

The red woman's eyes hold steady as she goes into this next part of the story, though her other hand joins the first in keeping the Kvass from wandering off, "The Leftennant Colonel, Gadranay, would have our support to her claim when the Commander's other chosen returned. Thurid's stature as a Jotun, and again one of the Mountain's Warriors, would sway the others to falling in line... as would my own, less glorious reputation."

She turns to look down to the heraldry emblazoned upon her breast and a hand lifts to trace a cinnibar fingertip along the embroidered edge, "I was born in Blar, to the House von Diesel, a proud family. One much inclined to martial discipline, and the sanctity of choosing one's life."

The steel eyes close for a pregnant moment, then open anew, "Stolen in the night... an enemy of my father would have me raised in Bludgun..."

Her hand lowers beneath the table before the coils of a lash are laid upon it; this a thing braided from multiple hues of hair, culimating in a scintilating popper of silken silver tresses, "As Otilla Silverlash." <goblin-talk>

GAME: Slixvah rolls knowledge/local: (9)+5: 14
GAME: Zofija rolls knowledge/local: (15)+8: 23

Slixvah's brows raise to new heights as the story goes on. Her head tilts this way and that, keeping track of the names and filing them away. "Jeez, it's like I'm reading a drama, so much going on..." Unfortunately, Slix's history and local knowledge of such ongoings were nil, as she didn't grow up anywhere near this stuff, as she lived much, much further to the north.

This is reflected by her lack of surprise of this revelation. Or, rather, a glance to Zofija to see how she is supposed to act. <Goblin-talk>

Zofija had her second drink and was sipping it much less quickly as she listened to the story being shared. Her expression was unreadable for some time.

"You did some good work there by the sounds of it, they all did too. I don't know many noble families in Blar, though." "That though, shit, I thought I had it rough growing up, but that's pretty bad, Ely. I'm sorry you had to go through something like that. At least you're out now, and, that's certainly a way to kill your past, isn't it? no one's looking for them now I hope."

"Me? I'm just some 'nar who was always one or two steps away from being on the streets." Zofija grunts. "Mom died in the uprising against the crimson templars, dad got his spine cracked for his troubles. So, you know, as the eldest daughter, it was my job to step up and do what I could to make sure everyone was still fed and clothed. I've told Slix about it before, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not sure. Sorry you had to go through things like that I guess." <goblin-talk>

Zofija turned to Slixvah after a moment, and sighed. "Otilla was at Stonetalon mountain too. I'll let Elyanna explain, if she wants to. Not my place to say something like that, if she has her reasons for not mentioning it."

The human's return ticks an eyebrow up for a moment, before her words seem to set a response on pause. It was entirely possible the Hobkin was going to end up wearing at least one drink, after all.

As it seems, however, with Zofija's take on the affair with some familiarity with at least some of what happened sets Elyanna to slightly less alert.

"It's good... to see to your family, though for your loss, you have my condolences."

As Slix still seems a bit less afluent in the background information, the red woman deigns to continue, "In Bludgun, I was a Keeper, one who captured, broke and managed slaves." her tone grave, but her expression level, "Once Gadranay conferred with us about strategy, I chose to lead a unit to clear the Collosseum of prisoners and slaves. That is what she means, Slixvah." <goblin-talk>

Slix reaches up to scratch the side of her cheek, blatantly obvious her having no earthly idea what was being discussed with names and houses and nobility. She nods along with Zofi about being told of this stuff on Zofi's side before.

The extra explanation from Zofi makes a brow raise. "Double double..." she murmurs, looking back to Elyanna. She winces from the revelation. But laxes as she hears that folks were freed. "So... ya helped out on breakin' folk out when the time was right? Yeeesh. That right sucks for the lot. Sorr' loves." <Goblin-Talk>

"Easy, easy, Elyanna. I know who Otilla was, I'm not gonna string you up over the past." Zofi offers placatingly, one hand held up. "You're trying to make a change, and it wasn't your choice to do what you did. You got out of it, and you're trying to get better, that's what matters."

"Bludgun is, there's a reason why Blar wanted to break off. Things like slavery, like that." Zofi adds to Slixvah, lowering her voice somewhat to avoid being overheard. "Otilla freed a bunch of slaves there. As far as the reports go, she died fighting one of Bludgun's champions, alongside Thurid. Least that's what I heard."

"So, you've got your opening to go make what you want of your life now. How's that going?" Zofija asks with one raised brow.

Elyanna bows her head a touch in a nod. That is... close enough, she supposes.

Kvass raised, it hesitates for a moment for her to offer an awkward, "Thank you." before taking a healthier swig.

She reaches out to return the whip to her belt, then, "I did what I could, but, we liberated the city in the end. Not dead, but only just, thanks to a Mourner named Vibibi. If you are ever in the Temple to Angoron, Thurid could tell you more of the final battle. I had fallen before she could triumph."

The question brings a vague disquiet to her generally composed demeanor, but she answers, "I've struggled to adapt, though.... it seems Alexandria isn't always so different from what I knew. Not falling back into old habits is sometimes... challenging." there is a look into the surface of her beverage, then, "Perhaps... talk of lighter things, then...?" she proposes.... <goblin-talk>

"The bartender lets out a breath of air. "Jeesh. I'm glad at least ya able to relax a touch and adapt here in this city, yeah?"
Slixvah shifts a bit on her feet, up on the toes of her boots as she shifts the serving tray to be under the other arm. "So... how'd you two meet?" she inquires.

"I uh, yeah, sorry, didn't mean for it to come out like that, Ely. I'm sorry." Zofija grunts, rubbing the back of her head and giving the hobgoblin an apologetic smile. "Sometimes I put my foot in my mouth when I don't think things through. Habits are hard to break, otherwise they wouldn't be habits. And it's a concious effort, but, I think you're up to the task. You seem pretty strong, after all."

"Talking of lighter things is good, yeah." She agrees, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know Ely that well to be honest, something I was hoping to fix, at least a bit, coming here. One of Ashlee's friends, so I met her at the fernwood a couple times. As for now, first time I saw her out in a while was on a recent job, so, figured I'd invite her out, yeah?"

There is a nod, and Elyanna replies, "To some measure." in regards to adaptation, but doesn't expand on the principle any further as such.

She takes another swig of the fermented rasin beverage and nods in affirmation of Zofija's summation, "It was a welcome thing, and perhaps a chance to come to know more of my countrymen."

She glances between the women, and, "And yourselves?"

Slixvah's brows rise high. "Ooh, one of Ashlee's friends," she coos, rocking on the balls of her feet. There's a watching look to Zofi before she smiles warmly. "I see, I see, that's pretty cool. I'm glad ya'll wantin' ta hang."

The question makes her perk up. "Oh! We met on a mission heading ta Blar, actually," she laughs. "Went in a teleporting circle, got goofed up! Fought stuff! It was great!" Stage whisper: "It was terrible." Perks up. "But we lived!"

"Well, if you ever need help, feel free to hit me up. Seriously, I'm not great with things sometimes, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I try to be around." Zofi grunts. "Be happy to, really."

"Well I'm glad it was welcome, or I'm welcome, kinda like Slix said. Hope I still am. Not many arvek-nar around to hang out with." The cavalier chuckles. "Yeah, that job went to the hells from the get go. Teleported wrong way off course, into an old abandoned guard tower. Something had gone wrong with what they were storing there first hand. But we were alright, even if a bit worse for wear. I don't recommend trying to get a gryphon out of a cellar."

There comes a little shake of the head, then, "No, there is not. There was a male, Gregor, whom I had worked with briefly shortly after my.... defection." Elyanna replies, "But, I have not heard much of him in the years, since."

She spends a moment considering Slix's story, then, with Zofi's addendum, she actually snorts at the visual of it, "I bet that was fun!" <goblin-talk>

Slixvah smacks a hand to her forehead. "Ugh, yes, getting Screech out was a /pain/."

She rubs her arm. "Fun is a word! We all walked out bleeding and barely breathing!" The grimace on her face belies it was anything but. "At least we got drinks in Blar."

"Well, I'll keep them in mind, I suppose. Least you and Ash are nice. And, yeah, fun was certainly a word for it. Honestly, if it was a horse, it'd probably be impossible, least they can get some purchase with their front talons." Zofi chuckles. "Way was clear once we were out though, and getting into the city was easy enough. Found out that Slix was fun to be around, so I suppose we've been friends since then. We've been through a fair bit."

Elyanna nods, her humor sobering as her eyes half lid, "I am... learning." before reaching out to the pitcher to top off her tankard.

With that done, she takes it up and, "A toast to friendship."

A pause, and her head tilts a smidge as she glances between the others, "This is the local custom, yes?"

Slixvah giggles behind a hand, an elbow nudging Zofi in the arm. "Yea, been through a decent bit of trouble. Good thing I'm good a fixin' people up! And I'm fun!"

There's a blink as there a toast, and the human bartender whirls around to steal a glass behind her from a busy patron. There's a 'hey!' before she raises her glass. "To friendship!" she chirps happily.

"Learning's good. And it's nice to see ya laugh." Zofi grunts, nudging the not-egalrin back. "Yeah, handy to have someone who can heal around, what with the fact I'm the one most likely to get injured on a job."

"It is custom here, something like that." Zofija grins, taking a mug for her share of the kvass and filling it up. "To friendship!" The cavalier cheers, raising her mug up and jostling Elyanna's slightly, avoiding the one she wasn't sure would be returned to the patron from before or not.

Since the toast went well, Elyanna takes a sip once things are joined and sets the tankard aside. She considers the human's antics for a curious moment or two, then, "Those who can heal are sometimes all that keep a team from standing before the Fieu of the Tears."

Cheerful thought, that, but there have been entirely too many close calls of late for her not to share at least that wisdom.

Slixvah totally downs the stolen drink. She grimaces. It was something rough. The way she drinks it though is odd, the cup touches the corner of her mouth and its poured in sideways. She sighs in relief after shuddering, and gives the glass back to the patron. "I'll make ya another one," she excuses to them, waving their complaints away. "Ye ye, don't wanna let folks chat up Fieu just yet. They got stuff ta do. That's my job! I make sure tha things go smooth, and I gotta little stuff ta nudge things the right way."

"Ah, that's the danger of taking someone else's drink, not sure if it'll turn out to be something you like." Zofija laughs, patting Slix on the back after downing her own drink. "Yeah, close calls are, part of the business. That's why it always pays to have a healer on hand. And I guess that's why I'm trying to live a bit more, too."

"Yeah, sometimes a bit of a nudge from a spellcaster can make things go right, specially Slix. There are limits though. Like, if I wanted to ask you to go out dancing or something Ely, it wouldn't have much of a bearing on that."

"You're a bard, right? Do you sing or something like that? I bet you'd put on a great performance, whatever it is." Zofija notes, refilling her drink from the pitcher.

The human's idosyncracies draw a bit nore of those steely eyes and a pronounced arch of an eyebrow, "One day, perhaps we will work together." she muses thoughtfully. THere are probably questions begining to form, even if the prioritization hasn't quite congealed.

The conversation turns back her way, though, and Elyanna nods toward Zofija, "I... believe that is the closest term, here."

She glances down to the side whence her braided lash resides, "I sing, though a lot of my rythm comes from my whip."

Slixvah wave it off. "I can handle a drink. One."

Though, she blinks at Zofija. Gets a large grin. "I... can actually make work a bit in your favor," she says coyly, swaying from side to side before winking.

A glance to the lash, she smooths her hair behind an ear. "Hot," <Auran> the human all but chirps in a different tongue. "That's pretty cool though! I bet the beat is sick!"

"Hopefully. Slix is real dependable, it'd be good to work together with her, or me with the two of you." Zofi grins. "Though uh, maybe not Slix, I appreciate your help, but it wouldn't be right, you know? If a compliment I give works, I want to know it's because I did something right."

"That does sound really cool though, I agree." She agrees with Slixvah. "You've got a nice voice, but people sound different when they're singing, too. I'd love to hear you perform sometime, sounds like quite the show, yeah?"

Elyanna smiles a little thoughtfully, eyes lidding some again, "It has... proven to help in the pinch as they say."

Ahem, "I have not seen anyone in Alexandria use the whips my way, and I have not met a Keeper in Bludgun who was my equal in that regard."

Slixvah pats her friend's shoulder. "I know, I know," she giggles. "Just know I've improved since then~"

She tilts her head to the side. "... a... whip performance? Now that sounds really freakin' cool. Do you set it on fire? Does it use lightning?" She's very interested.

"No? Well, now I'm even more interested." Zofi grins after sipping on her drink and pouring more. "Get to see something new, hear you sing, sounds like a good time to me."

"Can't just leave us both there now, can you tell us more about it? I said I wanted to learn more about you and what you do, and I meant it, after all."

With a glance about the crowd, "This is hardly the venue, but, perhaps soon." Elyanna declares. She squares herself up in her seat and reaches for her tankard again, "Other Keepers may have more sway of personality, or a..... firmer hand. We each have our own aproach."

With a swig, her eyes settle into the faraway, "During the final battle in Stone Talon, the Ogre Chieftan Bozug strode out to meet Thurid. Yapping at his heels was a Gnoll Keeper, Ilazz of the Lash, who deigned to... call me out(?)."

A shrug, another, more sedate sip, then, "His preference was a whip capped with blades. As Thurid and Bozug, Colonel Gadranay and an Ogress witch named Kuzria joined in battle, I, at first would find myself dancing with the mangy fool as I worked my bolstering song."

Her lips draw back into a slightly smug, almost wicked sneer, "And, within several short chords, I had sent him to the ground, disarmed him and cleared several large swaths of fur from his hide."

Slixvah blinks her shifting on her feet as the names from the battle before come up to light. She's a bit uncertain of herself if the topic was light or not, her watching Zofija for a proper reaction.

But still, she can't help but give a light little clap at that story. "Damn, that sounds like an explosive kind of fight with a weapon crackin' like that, yeah?" she grins. "What wonders just a bit of braided rope can do, eh?"

"Perhaps soon then. Another time? I'd be happy to make plans to see you again." Zofija grins. "You too, Slix, I don't think you'd want to miss it, would you?" She adds with a grin to Slixvah before she settles into the story.

"Well, that keeps with your saying that you were without equal in Bludgun, huh? Sounds like it was certainly a fight to remember. Me? I'm just strong, so I carry a big hammer. Nothing fancy like that."

"It was something... to remember." Elyanna remarks, an odd humor touching her face for a moment, then, "I was forced to move in to reinforce Thurid, whilst keeping Ilazz occupied. Ultimately, he had reclaimed his weapon for all the good it did him, but I had opened a stripe in Bozug, trying to get his attention." A shrug, then and, "I succeeded, and the Ogre managed to kill Ilazz, and nearly kill me in short order."

A somewhat awkward, perhaps haunted smile, "It was enough... it inspired Gadranay, though in her words, she would only stay him for so long before being felled in turn, while Thurid marshalled herself for the final clash."

She looks to Slixah for a moment, "Most whips are made of thin stripes of leather, braided together, I have not noted rope being used, but perhaps it is the Alexandrian way?"

Toward Zofija she nods, "Without equal with the lash is still.... somewhat short of without equal at all, but perhaps we can find a day when I can show you how my music is made."

Slixvah nods. "Yeah, another time. Maybe I could see. Maybe I might miss it and let you be a lone observer," she snickers to Zofija before she turns her attention to Elyanna.

"Ah," she hums, making a clicking sound in her throat. "Sounds like it was by the skin of ya'lls teeth, that one. Least ya show gave the inspiration ta push it over the edge?"

She blinks. "Oh. Leather? Huh. Didn't know that. Today I learned! I ain't from Alexandria at all!"

She makes a glance towards the bar. "Well, I think I'm gonna leave you two cuties be, aight? I totally haven't been neglecting my job at all for the past gods know how long. Catch ya'll on the flip, have fun you two!"

The human bartender gives a wide, charming smile as she pats Zofija on the back before heading on back. "No, I didn't forget about ya drink! Chill!"

"I uh, wouldn't mind it being that, but you'd still be welcome to hang around, Slix." Zofi chuckles weakly from behind her mug. "Hey, it sounds like you did good, that's what matters." The cavalier notes. "Things worked out, you dealt with them. Even if you needed help."

"And I'm not either, but uh, yeah. Actually kind of hard to make a proper whip, takes a specific curing of the leather and the weave has to be just right, so it can have the right tension in the movement. Least that's what I heard from some leatherworkers I knew."

"Yeah, I kept you here long enough, or Ely did, best not to lose your job or pay Slix." Zofi grunts. "Well, equal or not, sometimes you can learn from someone who's better than you, and, I dunno, I'm not ashamed to admit that."

The red woman bows her head some with a slightly contrite look in her eye, "Pardon, I had not meant to keep you from your task."

Ahem, "But, yes it was... a very near thing."

As it becomes near that the human is to depart, she offers a pleasant, "It was nice to meet you, Slixvah, have a good evening."

Then, after a new swig of kvass, the hobkin turns her attnetion back toward Zofi, "Life is full of... lessons, only a fools denies them, else they find themselves on the other side of the veil."

"Near isn't all the way, is it? That's good, isn't it? Means you're here, and I get to meet you, Elyanna." The Arvek-nar grins. "But, yeah, there's a lot of things to learn, and you should never stop learning or training. It's the best way to keep on top of things, after all. And these muscles don't keep themself in shape." She adds, chuckling and flexing one of her arms slightly. "I try to be open minded about things, keep opportunities open."

A nod, then, "You are certainly more... flexible than most of the fullbloods I have met in all my travels." Elyanna observes with a little shrug. A pause, then, "So, how did you find Screech, if I may?"

"Well of course I am, I never skip out on my stretches before exercising." Zofija notes, setting down her drink to stretch her arms out over her head and to one side, before she bursts into laughter for a moment. "Ah, but seriously, I think it was just my upbringing, or lack thereof in many ways. Didn't have a choice to be picky about work or jobs, if it meant my family would be going to bed hungry. Not proud of everything I did, but, it put a perspective on things."

"How I met Screech though? That's a fun story." The cavalier grins. "Rite of passage for all the aspiring skyguard I know of. Gotta go out on your own with a single veteran of the guard once you've proven you know what you're doing. Climb the sky curtain mountains, to the caves where they make their nests near the peaks, and take one."

"It... sounds kind of cruel, and in some ways it is, but they'd die without doing that anyways in most cases. Most pairs of griffons can only feed two young together, three on a good year, so you're only allowed to take an egg from one that had four or more eggs." Zofija explains.

At first, Zofija's initial return seems to somewhat puzzle Elyanna, though as things become less playful, there is a nod, then, and the red woman sighs, "I see. In that case, I understand in many ways."

As the story begins, however, she clams up and stacks her hands upon the table, staring intently though perhaps just less so than their mutual acquaintance, Ashlee.

Another nod comes, as the elaborations come forth as the selection of whence to sieze prospective mounts, "That makes sense." she notes.

Zofija stops and pauses for just a moment as she explains, tilting her head and looking a bit concerned. "Everything alright Ely?" The cavalier asks. "I don't want to be making you uncomfortable or anything like that."

"It's, yeah, it's the only way things can really work at the moment, but the skyguard is working on pairing up the griffons they raised, with a fair bit of success. Hopefully it'll be gone away with soon. But it's certainly a journey, too. Sky curtain is remote, save for a few dwarven settlements, and some temples and the like. A few weeks trek to get out there. And then you have to climb them. One of the things they teach you in the skyguard, is how to get up and down from high places without the ability to fly."

"So after all that, you've got your kit to scale up these mountains, camping out on the sides, and keeping watch for where the griffons are moving to and from. And you have to move when they're out with enough time to get in and out without being spotted by them. I got lucky, the first den was perfect, and the knight there with me checked over all the nest to make sure they were healthy before we departed. And, I've been raising Screech ever since. Well, I say raising, but even if they can't fly yet, they're still more than capable of hunting."

Elyanna shakes her head, "No, nothing like that." she replies, "I simply noticed some parellels."

With a sip of her drink, she gestures back toward the other Hob, then, "Pardon if I have made you uncomfortable, Zofija."

With the tankard returned to the table, and her hands restacked, "I expect the bond to be quite strong, and... you have already shown that you care properly for your mount, I do not imagine fliht will be too far off."

"Parallels? With what or whom?" Zofija asks, letting a brow raise, before she stops and shakes her head. "No, no, you aren't making me uncomfortable Ely, far from it. I just, I wanted to make sure I wasn't talking too much, or saying something wrong, to make _you_ uncomfortable, that's all. I don't mind you looking at me, that's for certain."

"Yeah, it won't be too long know. Been practicing some gliding with them, and most of their adult flight feathers are coming in, enough to slow their descent. Won't be long until the primaries are too, and the muscles develop to support the movements and weight. We've been together for a long time, so I've been keeping an eye on things like that. That's the thing with the skyguard, they're a knightly order, so most of the people there were well educated nobles and the like, so I have to keep up with them. Which, I managed, but you know, still not entirely welcome I guess."

Begining to recognize that they were somewat circling through a back and forth of conciliation, Elyanna allows that to lie with a nod. Instead, she continues to listen to her new comrade's tale, and assimilating it in her growing understanding of the world outside of her two homelands.

The last prompts another contemplative nod, however, and a, "Sometimes, we must prove ourselves above the norm."

"It's, yeah, that's about right, isn't it?" Zofija chuckles a bit bitterly, raising her drink and taking a swig. "They won't be happy with nothing but the best, because you're already on the back foot, and they're going to judge anything you do a notch down to begin with. Even if it sucks, you don't have a choice but to rise to the occasion."

"And you know, that wasn't even counting the fact that I was still working to make sure I was sending enough gold back to cover the family's expenses. Making sure that my dad and siblings were taken care of. Not a lot of time for just relaxing."

"Indeed." Elyanna replies softly, though she doesn't go any further into the parallels as such, as the required context would take more elaboration than the halfbreed cares to go into at this juncture. She does, however, feel compelled by those divergent contexts to advise her, "When the time to prove yourself beyond comes to pass... be certain you look.... past the immediate, that you can still accept you must do in the days and years to come."

Whatever explanation Elyanna gives takes the cavalier some time to parse, already a bit addled by the drinks, and more than a bit of emotions. She goes to take a sip, grunts, and sets the mug down instead.

"I don't know, Elyanna. Slix told me it wasn't my fault, but I still don't believe it. As much as I talked about Deaztor, well, still feels my fault at the end of the day. If I was able to make a bit more gold, my sister never would have felt like she needed to join the military. Makes me think what I would have been willing to do, what I wouldn't."

"But you're right, Ely. I need to remember to stay conscious of my actions, and keep what I can do sustainable in the long run."

"Yes." Elyanna replies simply, settling back in her seat, "Ultimately, you must be able to bear the weight of your actions, and the consequences that come from them."

THe red woman's expression is her typical coached reserve as she reaches for her tankard anew, then, "Based on our discourse with the artificer, I imagine you have your bearings, already." <goblin-talk>

"I'm not unused to bearing the weight of my actions, but it doesn't make things feel better. Rather me than my family, that's how I always thought." Zofija sighs, picking up her mug and pouring some more Kvass. "Just... lot of stuff I wish I didn't have to do, still feel like shit about. But making sure things were taken care of made things worth it."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Like I said, I just want things to be better. What I can do myself to make things better, that's what I'm not sure of. Platitudes are great and all, but I need to be able to back up what I say, you know?" The arvek cavalier shrugs.

There is a nod chased with a slow sip of Kvass, then in turn by Elyanna's considered, "I do. Too often, words and proclamations are thrown forth as if sufficient..."

A derisive scoff, "Daylight theater."

Another sip, then, "Anyone can act virtuous under scrutiny, the truth is who you are, alone, in the dark."

Steel eyes half lid for a moment in further contemplation, then reaffix upon the cavalier anew, "Even now, I respect an honest monster more than a trumpeting cretin." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I've met more than my fair share of self righteous folk in my time, that's for certain." The cavalier grunts. "That's what pissed me off so much about Blar. Mom gave her life for it, Dad can't even walk anymore, and what did they do? Happy to leave their family to starve. Probably best if they did, so they can sweep the cost of freedom under the rug. Course, those same scum were plenty happy to pay for services in the night."

Zofija growls slightly, and empties her mug. "Reminds me what Ash said, she said you and her were monsters. I don't see it. Good people can be put in bad situations, doesn't make them bad."

"Ashlee's mind is a keen one." the Lady von Diesel replies , "Otilla was the creation of my Bludgunni upbringing, the pressures of life under Ogress rulership, trying to compensate for my thinned blood, Highborne or not, to transition to the other end of the lash."

Unwavering, she looks into Zofija's eyes and continues, "My 'human' ingenuity saw me succeed, by proving another form of creative cruelty so novel, I was gifted with Maidenhead."

Anew, the coil of tightly braided tresses is set upon the table before the red woman, "Even Ottilla's soubriquet, 'Silverlash' came from her. From my talents and inclination with using her."

"Being show the truth, that I was a von Diesel, that I was born Elyanna, and -not- Otilla only revealed another path."

The tankard is set back upon the table, "Nothing I have done since, the slaves I have freed, the lives I have saved, the sacrifices I have made will change the fact that even under those pressures, those pretexts, Otilla's sins are still mine."

She doesn't speak to the confidences of her friend's mind, not with so recent an acquaintance. <goblin-talk>

Zofija shrugs, and shakes her head once she hears the story, not missing a beat, or shying from the gaze.

"I don't know. That's complicated, really complicated. Some people would condemn someone for that, but I'm not too sure. Doesn't sound like you had too much of a choice, and your thinking might have been warped by the upbringing. Because I know the struggle of having to do shit you don't want when you're trying to escape a bad situation."

"If you continued to act like that, then that would be easy. But if you're willing to change upon seeing other options and do good? Like I said, a good person can do bad things, a bad person can do good, too. It's a matter of perspective, and deciding what someone really is. It's why it bugged me so much when Ash called herself one."

"It doesn't change the good you do today, either. Without the context of the past, you're just a good person doing good deeds today, I guess." Zofija shrugs.

Elyanna nods a touch, then returns Maidenhead to her place and reaches for her Kvass for another swig, "There's always been a choice."

She sighs, kills off the Kvass in her tankard, then leans forward to take up the pitcher and refill it, "Perhaps. Ashlee's perspective is colored by her life, and I would not do any ill justice to our... friendship, by deigning to speak what I know of it to another without her leave."

She likely has thoughts in that regard. <goblin-talk>

"Easy to say in hindsight. Easy to let it eat you up inside worrying about how there would be another way." Zofija chuckles sadly. "Like me, wondering how much more I could have done so my sis wouldn't feel she needed to shoulder the burden of carrying for the rest of the family herself. Heat of the moment, sometimes it doesn't feel like there is one."

"Ash is, I do worry about her. Wanted to make sure she was taking care of herself, eating enough, stopping to rest and not overworking. But I kept going back to the Vardaman temple for months, never saw her around, no one said where she was. I know a bit about her, but I respect that, wanting to respect her privacy. After a while, I just sorta gave up, since I was making no headway, and I'd just kill myself with worry if I kept that up." The arvek-nar grunts. "What's the hang up? You seemed like friends to me, when I saw you both." Zofi asks.

"The dealings that led to our flight from Alexandria have been... lengthy, and certain details required we be kept under watch." Elyanna replies more quietly, "Our relationship has stabilized, though it isn't one I am... greatly familiar with."

She considers the ripples spreading to the ring of foam in her cup, and continues, perhaps as deflection, "In time, should you find comfort in the notion.... while the ritual costs are... profound, it is possible to entreat the Fieu of the Tears to afford your sister another chance at life."

Her eyes flick up to Zofi's face, a new firm intensity within them, "A proper life, not some necromantic parody of same." <goblin-talk>

"Well, I guess you wouldn't be used to friends, at least not how they would be outside of bludgun. It'll get easier over time." Zofija smiles, something that passes quickly at the metion of bringing her sister back.

"It's something I considered, and I'm trying, hard as I can. Doing as much work as I can manage to try and save up gold, but I still need to make sure my brother and dad are taken care of." She sighs. "They burnt the body, because of the plague. It'd be hard to do that, like you said, thousands upon thousands of gold, and then I'd actually need to find someone to do it."

"If someone did that to her, I'd never forgive myself, and I'd crush whoever even attempted to raise the dead like that. That's a certainty, though." She adds with a low growl.

Elyanna is silent for some moments as Zofija responds to her words, affording a mute nod about their friendship.

The more familial musings are considered, but any doubts she has to the advisedness of having brought up the matter are locked behind her coached airs.

There is a second nod at note of the pyre, though it's only once the other woman is done speaking that she has words of her own, "The girl I was seeing to, the night we met, had never gotten to live. She was a spirit when we'd met, when Ashlee freed her from the vilest bonds. There was no body for her either, but, she lives and breathes and eats as any human would, now. I... hope that possibility gives you some... hope."

She thinks back to the nights with the then-free Valenthor sister she and Ashes had been trying to buoy through her crisis, their results, "I am not... talented in encouraging such things." she confesses. <goblin-talk>

Zofija drains the last of her mug and sighs, setting the drink down for a moment so she could listen. "That's... huh. I can see why Ash would want to help with something like that." The Arvek-nar muses. "Yeah, it's something that I can think about, keep me going when things are feeling dark. Family's the only thing that's kept me going a lot of nights. It's, a bit lonely, to be honest."

"But that's enough of talk like that." Zofi chuckles. "It's okay, you're doing your best, I appreciate it. Something to keep in mind, that's all, and I'll make the best of it. Maybe you just need practice, if you're getting better at it, or I just want to believe you. Could be a bit of both maybe." <Goblin-talk>

"That is.. relatable." Elyanna replies, taking another sip.

A slow breath through her nose ripples the rasinous beverage before another quick sip preceeds the tankard returning to the table, "It could be both. We'll have to see, with time."

With a faint smile that could be just the tiniest bit wry, the hobkin hefts her tankard and offers it toastward with an almost casual, "Here's hoping." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, it's why I tend to find myself in a lot of bars, it's something to do with the evenings when I'm too tired for anything else." Zofija chuckles. "Could be both. I think it's true at least, but I'll need to see you around again to prove that hypothesis correct, won't I?"

"That is the custom around here, isn't it." The cavalier snorts, filling up her mug and raising it in toast too, with a grin. "Though, you're supposed to be the one inspiring hope, not hoping, aren't you? Suppose you can do both. I'll hope for you too then, and it should probably work out."

"It's a curious hobby, though... finding new sources of diversion since leaving Bludgun has been less a priority." Elyanna replies with a faint shrug.

Perhaps an oversight, that.

She takes a generous pull from her tankard ere it's returned to the table again and she settles back into her seat, "You could be right." she muses. <goblin-talk>

"People have their reasons. For me, it varies depending on why I come here." Zofija shrugs. after taking a swig from her mug with a satisied sigh. "Finding ways to enjoy yourself in a new city, it's important. I've kind of pushed it to the wayside for a while, but you know what? If you want help finding more things to do, just hit me up. I'm sure we could find some things to do."xn

"Well, if I'm right or not is up to you in the end, so, That's a matter of believing in yourself, innit?" The cavalier snorts. "So do that, I think you can manage it. Confidence is usually a good thing when it's earned, and it helps with all manner of stuff. Wanna spire hope? Be someone you'd want to believe in, after all."

There's a nod from the red woman, then a brief pause before she replies, "The recommendations would be appreciated, thank you."

Her steely eyes scan the crowds around them once again, then reaffix upon Zofija, "I will keep that in mind, though I am still learning." <goblin-talk>

"Well, this place is a good start. The baths are great, and when they have musicians or dancers on stage, the tavern area is even better. If you like the arts like that too, there's always shows in the theatre district to catch, street performers and the like too for something more casual." Zofija suggests. "I like fishing down by the tornmawr or the port sometimes, helps with feeding Screech. I could take you for a glide down from the airstation too, that's always fun, in addition for being good training for them."

"Good thing to keep in mind. Life's always about learning, you'll get it." Zofija grins. "Long as you're willing to learn, the world's your oyster, s'what I always told my brother." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna considers the more expansive entertainment options as Zofija lays out the spread, another sip of kvass, then, "The violinists were interesting."

There is a little shrug, and, "It's been a while since I've listened to the music, here."

Another moment's thought, then, "I've... never flown." There's a little snort, then, with a finger splaying roll of her wrist, "I've crossed the veil twice, now, but, never left the ground... in a controlled manner." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah? Violin music is pretty cool. Pretty unique sounding as far as stringed instruments go, probably because of all the upkeep that goes into those things." Zofi chuckles. "I'm a bit surprised though, I would have thought a bard like you would want to expose yourself to new music, when you can."

"You've never flown? I'm, kind of surprised, to be honest. You seem pretty well traveled, Ely." The arvek-nar remarks, taking a pause to sip her drink. "Well, Screech can't fly, not yet at least. It's mostly a controlled fall, but you can still get some distance. You'd be welcome to join us some time, if you wanted. Or we could go catch one of the performances in the theatre district? If you wanted to, at least."

There is a little cant of her head and Elyanna's eyebrow arches, "I had a great deal on my plate once I'd arrived in Alexandria. Most exposure to new instruments were.... happenstance." she begins, "It's... only very recently that things have relented this much." <goblin-talk>

"Yeah, I guess there has been a lot going on here, sometimes it feels like one impending disaster to another, with no sort of in between on matters. At the very least, for the moment, things seem a bit more relaxed." Zofija sighs, rubbing the back of her head. "It's just a bit surprising is all. But then again, it feels like I've learned a lot about you, but also, not that much, so I can't make judgements on things like that so willingly."

"Least you've got time now, too, so that's good. I'm no singer, and I never really had time to learn an instrument, but I can still appreciate good music, at the very least." The cavalier chuckles. <goblin-talk>

The red woman nods, "In so many words." she agrees, "I also lost a great deal of time to the magic plague that had swept the area. It was a wretched experience."

A sigh, and she considers the ripples of her drink anew, "Then things seemed to tumble one over the other once I'd been cured." <goblin-talk>

"Shit, you got that plague too? I thought you were part of the goings on there, but, I guess that would put you at risk, too." Zofija sighs, looking at the other arvek a bit sadly. "Took a lot out of a lot of people, and there were so many going around. At least you're okay now, yeah? I'm glad you're okay, since I get to meet you, after all. Hopefully you'll have time to enjoy yourself now. Sometimes life goes a bit too fast, and you don't have time to stop and figure things out. But making time for yourself does still matter, that's something I'm working on getting into my own thick skull."

There's a shake of Elyanna's head and, "This was before the blights at Stone Talon. The doing of the Fae queen of Winter." There is something beneath the surface, a flicker, then, "I am restored, yes... though by the nature of the thing, I had to endure mostly on my own strength, bolstered by more hollistic means."

She seems uncertain for another moment, then, "Thank you, I'm not... accustomed to so much.... well-wishing." <goblin-talk>

"Ah, another plague? Having to deal with multiple, that's pretty rough." Zofi grunts once, shaking her own head a few times. "Fae queens, and I thought some mad biochemist was bad. Well, no, she still is, but the scale between the two, that's a ways off."

"You're uh, you're welcome though, Elyanna. Especially if you're not used to it." The cavalier grins. "It, not being used to something like that must be hard. You said you're getting used to things in Alexandria, and not everyone is like that, but I at least try to be nice to my friends, you know? Look out for them how I can." She chuckles. <goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods again, then takes a healthy draught of her beverage before setting it back down, "The span is broader than you could imagine." she intones, a her eyes haunted in the corners as a flicker, then, she swallows, half lids he eyes and recenters.

"I've been feared and loathed, justifiably, for a long time. At best, I was a known quantity." She considers the pitcher again, perhaps weighing topping off once more, but for the nonce she leaves it be. <golin-talk>

Zofija notes the effect talking about the experience seemed to have, and she raised one hand over , only to have it drop abruptly to the tabletop. "Easy, it's alright. Sorry for bringing it up, but it's okay here." The Arvek-nar grunts.

"I can see how it would be something you're unused to in such a case. But, it's not a bad thing, is it?" Zofi asks. "And based on your actions, I think you're justifiably someone worth wishing well. I mean, you were willing to test out that scroll over me for one thing." <goblin-talk>

Elyanna straightens a little, then nods, but doesn't remark any further on that point.

Instead, her eyes reacquire Zofija at the outset of her question, then, "It was the wisest course. Still, it wasn't quite the experience we expected, no?" <goblin-talk>

"Nah, it certainly wasn't what anyone was expecting." Zofi laughs. "Hindsight is always good, and that certainly had me seeing it when I went tumbling down from that blast. That is mine not- s'figure of speech, sorry."

The arvek-nar rubs the back of her head and shakes her head. "Seemed like the wisest course, but if there'll be any dangerous tests like that on future jobs, I'd rather be the one taking the brunt of it."

"I imagine your chance will come, the way things seem to happen around here." Elyanna notes drily, then deigns to reach for the pitcher, after all.

Shake-shake-

Hrm.

She sets it down, then, "Though, clearly it'd be best if that particular scenario was prevented entirely from now on." <goblin-talk>

"It's the nature of the work, unfortunately. All I can do is be better prepared for it." Zofi chuckles. "You're right though, I think the takeaway from all that is to not go trying experimental magical scrolls out in the countryside or around Alexandria for the time being. Probably for the best." <Goblin-talk>

Elyanna nods, "True enough." she returns, "Still, there will likely always be an uncomfortable amount of unknowns. I imagine some less... directly interactive scrolls will produce so dramatic an effect, but as quietly as possible, lest we inspire.... further experimentation, we should caution such things in the future."

She looks to something off in the distance, then, back to her " hank you for this evening, Zofija. It was... nice." <goblin-talk>

"Again, nature of the business unfortunately. But, you know, rather be me facing the unknowns than someone else. Least, that's the way I think about it." Zofi grunts. "The less investigation we inspire, the better. I'll be keeping an eye on the goings on in the city."

The cavalier looks out as well, and back, and grins. "Yeah, in spite of everything on my account, it was nice, Ely. Good to meet you and get to know you better. Don't worry about paying if you gotta take off, I'll settle that with them."

Elyanna rises, then with a nod, squaring her chair away and offering her bare hand to Zofija, "Agreed, and thank you, again."

She gives that a beat, then, "Next time, it will be, as they say, 'My treat'. Good evening, and be well." <goblin-talk>

"You're welcome Ely, and I should be thanking you for coming out for drinks with me, too." Zofija chuckles, leaving her seat and stretching, before taking the offered hand to shake it. "Well, I won't hold you to it, but I'd like that. Have a good evening too Ely, and don't forget to give yourself time to relax if you can." The cavalier replies, grinning again.

"I will... try." Elyanna replies as the hands clasp, though with as... uptight as she is, that could be something of an undertaking.

As their hands part, the higborne gives a salute, "Till next we meet." and begins to drift doorward to ends best left to speculation at this point. <goblin-talk>

ELYANNA

Tall, lean and dark, she stands most of six feet, skin a rich, cinnabar tone with a splash of carmine freckles across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her face is broad beneath her thick brows and widows' peak, with well defined cheekbones and a firm jaw. Her demeanor is solemn around harrowed steel eyes, though in the odd case of a smile, her teeth are those of a predator. Her hair is raven black, bangs parted by a burnished steel band to frame her face, and the rest allowed to flow to her beltline behind her. Should she speak, she does so in a contralto voice, her accent unmistakably that of Bludgun.
An ankle length cloak of raven feathers, almost matching her hair but for texture, with a fringed leather mantlet layered over that shrouds a chain shirt. The chain is polished to a almost mirror shine with a black suit of cloth, reinforced at the joints with matte leather, under. At her waist, a rectangular, fluted buckler hangs from a clasp on her crimson belt over her left hip, the coils of a whip braided of various hues of hair, to the silver tresses of it's popper, rides on her right on the scabbard of a Blarite falchion, while a punching dagger that curls like a fang is tucked at her back. Polished black leather and blued steel chased in copper make up the gauntlet that sheaths her right forearm, matched by reinforced boots that fold back at the knee. The closest she gets to accessories is the afformentioned steal headband, crafted to resemble a braided leather band with a central 'strand' of polished bronze interlaced with the rest.

SLIXVAH

Average in height, but large in personality, Slixvah is an outrageously decorated Egalrin. Her rusty red and white feathers don't sully her outlandish garb; in fact, it makes it stand out even more. Colorful and plentiful, ribbons adorn her wing joints and arms to make a dazzling display of splendor, especially when those wings stretch out to their twelve foot span. Thick, magnificent feathers fill that massive span, and an entire rainbow of ribbons flutter from her wing spars to accent it all. The red ones are cut to look like feathers.

Loose fitting robes of a multitude of colors rest against her frame while various veils and shawls dangle from different sections of her clothes. One veil even covers her face, but she's quite often pulling it down to give a smiling twinkle in her sky-blue eyes behind her raptor-like beak. A rainbow ribbon is tied around her head like a bandanna, and every second glance it seems like the colors are in different places.

There is usually a white-plumed thrush nestling in one of the many nooks and crannies of her swishy attire.

ZOFIJA

Zofija stands at slightly above average for an Arvek-nar, but she is even more muscular than most, which is an impressive feat for the military minded race. Their skin is a light orange-brown, brightening to almost white at the tip of their nose. Their hair is short length and brow, and just a bit wild when not covered by a hat. The arvek-nar usually has a stern look to them, with yellow eyes that almost seem to be judging the person looking at them.

She is usually dressed much how one would expect arvek-nar cavalry to be. A fur lined black jacket draped over her right arm like a cloak, over top of a dark red coat hiding the chainmail underneath. A pair of cream colored slacks accompany the outfit, but they are covered up partially by a pair of almost knee height riding boots of oiled black leather.

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2021 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2022 Logs==
===January===
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|January 1, 2022
|[[Holy Diver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Andelena]]
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|[[Glacial Improvements]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
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|[[New Years Party]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lyme]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 2, 2022
|[[Game of Ghosts, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Karasu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Randolf]], [[Vaera]], [[Jinks]]
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|[[Watcher in the Stars]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 3, 2022
|[[Under Common Stressors]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Zeke]], [[Rhar]]
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|[[Cold but Comfortable]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Rhyn]]
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|[[Scars Unseen]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Two Ravens in a Bar]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
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|January 4, 2022
|[[Poolside Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
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|[[Remember Me]]
|[[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Whooooo?]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Monsterous Memory]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Still Afraid]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
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|January 5, 2022
|[[Crescent Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]]
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|[[Familiar Matters Part 3]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
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|[[Sith Around and Wait]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tenoc]]
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|January 6, 2022
|[[Cider and Charms]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[Seeing Stars]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Cesran]]
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|January 7, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Cafeteria Gossip]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 8, 2022
|[[Walking on Eggshells]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Renew the Pact: Ritual Matters]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Halani]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]]
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|January 9, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption (Part 2)]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Tie me Down]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Candles in the Rain]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Charming Day by the Shore]]
|[[Mikilos]], N'tsssa, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Waiting on the Halls]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Debts pAYAble and lAYAway]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
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|January 10, 2022
|[[Throw a Blanket over It]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Jinks]], [[Acedia]]
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|[[Second Guessing Guises]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[A Sewer Shattering kaBOOOM]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
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|[[Vast Expectations (Part 1)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]]
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|January 11, 2022
|[[Tea, Cakes, and... Swords?]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Stars, Moon, and Compassion]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[The Griever: Elves Wizards and Wizard Elves (Part 14)]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stejepan]]
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|January 12, 2022
|[[My Brother]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Gray Halls]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
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|[[Joys, Doubts, and Real Estate]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Curious Courtship]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
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|January 13, 2022
|[[Coin Toss]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Skielstregar]]
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|[[And One Goblin]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Hospitality Repaid]]
|[[Arngrim]], Boti, [[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 14, 2022
|[[Curious Discussions]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[A Faux Pas and a Half]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 15, 2022
|[[Gray Halls (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 16, 2022
|[[Boti's Big Sister]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Through Snow, Rain, Sleet, or Sunshine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Yrch You Can't Scratch-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Pelka]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 17, 2022
|[[Seeing the Finish Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[House Hunting Ahead]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Literary Visit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Nothing Drastic]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Distant Futures]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Verna]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 2)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]]
|-
|January 18, 2022
|[[Diplomatic Immunity]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|
|[[Deck the Halls]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 19, 2022
|[[A Marketplace Meeting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Venom]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 20, 2022
|[[The Illustrious Telperius Atlon]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[How Much Greatwood]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Knightmare]], [[Randolf]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|January 21, 2022
|[[Solitude and Company with a Bottle of Wine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[What is in your Head]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Until The Heart Betrays]]
|Vignette - [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 22, 2022
|[[Cake for Boti]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 23, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, pt1-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Taking Names]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Andelena]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|January 24, 2022
|[[Reilly Bad Eggs-Bugged VP]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[What is in your Head (Part 2)]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Hath no Fury]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Meet the Fisherman]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 3)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 25, 2022
|[[Base Jumping]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Better Gnomes and Living]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[The New Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 26, 2022
|[[Smoke on Water]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]] DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Boy]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Aryia]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Give it a Chance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[Party Hard]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[No Cages]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranth]], [[Percy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[He Answered]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|January 28, 2022
|[[Throwing Hands]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 29, 2022
|[[Insanity Defense]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 30, 2022
|[[The Color of a Dress]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt2-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Alchemical Mishap]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Stopping for the Night]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Moving Concerns]]
|[[Boti]], [[Lyme]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|January 31, 2022
|[[Not Sick, Just Searching]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[It's Cozy at Aryia's Place]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sibling Check In]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 4)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2022
|[[A Family That Felt Whole]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[More than Enough]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Gut Feeling]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Only Mostly Dead]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|February 2, 2022
|[[You Decided]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tawyse]]
|-
|
|[[The Prophet Hotaru]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 3, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 1)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Sun, Moon, and Earth]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[On the Nature of Stars and Lavender]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Message in a Bottle]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Serene]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|February 4, 2022
|[[Jumping Over the Sword (At a Later Date)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 3)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 5, 2022
|[[Not the Burpees]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Dream On]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[No Strings Attached]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 6, 2022
|[[Breathless]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crystal Caverns]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Bad Dreams and Aspirations]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt3-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Lifeline]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 7, 2022
|[[Dwarfed by Insecurities]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Woods]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Book Trip]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Unrest Easy]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Killer Promise]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Nest for Three]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Mermaid Illiara]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 5)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|February 8, 2022
|[[Name the Divine]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sleepless in S-Ea-ttle]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Morgan]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tapping on Eggshells]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|February 9, 2022
|[[Midday Siesta]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen in Alexandria]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[School of Hard Knocks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen's Aftermath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Sword in the Well]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 10, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Princess's Lover]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 11, 2022
|[[His House]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Ones]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 12, 2022
|[[Elf-Help Section]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Wu]]
|-
|February 13, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, finale-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Respite from Expeditions]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Two Daeusites Walk into a Bar]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 14, 2022
|[[What to Spend it On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Andelena]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Sword and the Cistern]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 6)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Father's Concern]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 15, 2022
|[[The Two Dreamers in the Eyes of the Watcher]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Poolside Bar]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Imane]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 16, 2022
|[[Wait for the First Verse]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Redeeming Qualities]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bier Today, Zonked Tomorrow]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|February 17, 2022
|[[Take a Look Around]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Would-be Fiance of Cor'lana Lúpecyll]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 18, 2022
|[[Delayed Shipment VP]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Wall of Ice]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Home is What You Make It]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 4)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Sugar Cubes of Wisdom]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 19, 2022
|[[Live Steel]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 3)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Unforgiven]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Kegger-Aid]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[Later Means Now, Now Means Forever]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 21, 2022
|[[A Merry Pub Scene]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Roll the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, the arrival]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|February 22, 2022
|[[Dinners on Discs]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 7)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[On a Cold Winter's Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Little Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Someone is Bugging Me]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|February 23, 2022
|[[Grotesque Display]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Glasha]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resting Wishes]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 24, 2022
|[[Getting Our Grove On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Tawyse]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Untended Graves (Part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 25, 2022
|[[Tragedy and Comedy]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Build it Up]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Soup Seduction Technique]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|February 26, 2022
|[[I'm Drue in Town]]
|[[Drue]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Buggin' Out]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Revan's Revelry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Revan]]
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Kard]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 27, 2022
|[[Fowl Behavior]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Drue]], [[Kard]]
|-
|February 28, 2022
|[[Morning and a Prelude]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Scars Inside You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Divine Bond]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Fistful of Posies]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Down the Drain]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2022
|[[Witching Hour for Charming]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 8)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 2, 2022
|[[Threads of Freedom]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Know When to Fold]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Out on a Limb]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|March 3, 2022
|[[A Bright and Noble Soul]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Bugs in the Pantry]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], N'tssa
|-
|March 4, 2022
|[[The Lovers' Paradox]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams Come True]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Kard]], [[Murder]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 7)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 5, 2022
|[[Star Furrrows Missing Knots]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Silver Solidarity]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Will of Uskvutha]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|March 6, 2022
|[[Werewolf in Alexandria]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[It's Pretty Late]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Give Em the Bird]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Geir]]
|-
|March 7, 2022
|[[Living Daed Man]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Crate Expectations]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar-ly Made It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Frenemy at the Gate]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Carver]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 8, 2022
|[[Fear and Love in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Lunar Eclipse]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 9, 2022
|[[Weaponsmith Woes]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night Practice]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Monster in the Room]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Haber-Dasher]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|March 10, 2022
|[[Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Waning Spire, part 1]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Arahel]], [[Ashes]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Thicker than Blood]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Denouement of the Father]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: The Skull's Cups]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Bannon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|March 11, 2022
|[[Full of Joy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Kard]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Steel to my Lips]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[An Interesting Proposal]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 8)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 12, 2022
|[[The Statistics of Jousting]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 13, 2022
|[[I Hold You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bear Witness]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Witch of the Mountain]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|March 14, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Clean Sweep]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Venom]], [[Khepri]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 9)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[If Stupid Was a Crime]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 15, 2022
|[[Bear Necessities]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Knightmare]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Stargazing by the Shore]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 16, 2022
|[[Bird Bath]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Same Day Air]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Poultry Sum]]
|[[Lyme]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 17, 2022
|[[A normal day in Goblintown]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Munch]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Critter Control]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Drue]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 18, 2022
|[[From Hive to Honey]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Cor'lana's Nicest Birthday]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 9)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 19, 2022
|[[Saint Punchin's day]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Lauriel]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Take You Away]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Lauriel]]
|-
|
|[[Gonna Be Alright]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|March 20, 2022
|[[Images and Words]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Arrival of Spring (And All That It Brings)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Clean Up Crew]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Munch]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Boat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ruby and Silver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|March 21, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt3]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Library Chatter]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Family and High Powered Chairs]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Imane]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 10)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 22, 2022
|[[Chilli Chips and Chippen]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Carver]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 23, 2022
|[[It's in the Book]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Gone Away]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 24, 2022
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 2: Electric Boogaloo]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Happy Birthday Sis]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Katrine]]
|-
|March 25, 2022
|[[Pothy's Identical Twin]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Hunger]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Confusing Engagements]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 26, 2022
|[[A Fitting Beginning]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 27, 2022
|[[A Sorcerous Summit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Before you Go]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 1]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|March 28, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 2 *Bugged VP*]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Up the Water Spout]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 11)]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[You Need a Bath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 29, 2022
|[[Late Night Gossip]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Irshya]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Them]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bunch of Tryshards, a]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 30, 2022
|[[Things That Go Screech in the Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[C Stands for Courage]]
|[[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Lingering Wounds]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|March 31, 2022
|[[Tower Offense]]
|[[Kard]], [[Robert]], [[Rocky]], [[Taran]], [[Zofija]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The Dreaming Triad]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2022
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 10)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Shock and a Chat on Coyote's Laugh]]
|[[Choler]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 2, 2022
|[[Love and Hangovers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wake of Laughter]]
|[[Jay]], [[Lauriel]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 3, 2022
|[[Clockwerk Connundrum]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 4, 2022
|[[United for Justice and Bacon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Stable Animals]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Release the Pumas!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 12) Finale]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Staggering Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 5, 2022
|[[Cider in the Rain]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Five Dates and a Proposal]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 6, 2022
|[[Hair of the Duck]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Vasilly]], [[Taran]], [[Magpie]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Crius]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Sil in Revue]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 7, 2022
|[[The Grandeur of Sorcery]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Joy False And True]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2022
|[[Blue Moon]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 11)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 9, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Echo]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|April 10, 2022
|[[The Lady's Cloak]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Burgles in the Night]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|April 11, 2022
|[[Drink, Drink, Drink]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crius]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Fine Fey Evening]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], Fionnuala
|-
|
|[[Totem of Cunning]]
|[[Crius]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Smuldur]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 12, 2022
|[[Con-spicuous Consumption]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 13, 2022
|[[Something New and Wonderful]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 14, 2022
|[[Two and a Half Elves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Redleaf]]
|-
|
|[[A Few Fowl Questions]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[A Vardaman Easter Egg]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Little Bird Feeder]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[No Chemistry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 15, 2022
|[[Reflections of Violet]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blue Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Wu]]
|-
|April 16, 2022
|[[Go On, My Love]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2022
|[[The Gods' Hands]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Mul'niessa Secret of Heels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Happy Hatching Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|April 18, 2022
|[[An Ominous Message]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Fey Nightmares]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Pact Refused]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 19, 2022
|[[Strange Lands]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Arash]], [[Geir]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[An Ominous Journey]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 20, 2022
|[[Silver for an Answer]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telemon]]
|-
|
|[[A Silver for your Thoughts]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Dirk]], [[Zofija]], [[Ashes]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 21, 2022
|[[No Undue Risks]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Dirtier than Expected]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Shilde]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Zofija]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[What is Owed?]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 22, 2022
|[[The Balance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Good to Be Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2022
|[[Wild Turkeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Aavhash]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Halani]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Staff Holiday]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|April 24, 2022
|[[I Held Out Hope]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Aya for an Aya]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[As Luck Would Have It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 25, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 2)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[The Atlon Cousin]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Alley Oops]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Arreth, the Last Sunrise]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|April 26, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 3)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[For the Ones We Love]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Break for a Quartet]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2022
|[[One More To the Rescue]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Found at Last]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The One That Got Away]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Nailing it Down]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 28, 2022
|[[Beetle Juice]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[An Ocean of Tranquility]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 29, 2022
|[[Home is Where the Dreams are]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 30, 2022
|[[Unexpected Company]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[The Exploration Begins]]
|[[Alys]], [[Kolden]]
|-
|
|[[Finite Space]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2022
|[[Blood on His Feathers]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Need of a Cure]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Price of Dance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Junk in the Trunk]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Thurid]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], DM: [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Cooling the Forge]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 2, 2022
|[[A Were-y Warning]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Ending of the Iron King]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|May 3, 2022
|[[Home With You]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 4, 2022
|[[With Jealousy, Part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 5, 2022
|[[Return to Form]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 6, 2022
|[[Testing the Waters]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Booming Business]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|May 7, 2022
|[[Induction]]
|[[Dolan]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Shots and Ladders]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 8, 2022
|[[Caravan Contingent, Part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Lysos]], [[Murder]], [[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], DM: Subduction
|-
|
|[[Dinner and More than Dessert]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In a and/or Considering Pickle(s)]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 9, 2022
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Way Home is Through]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin
|-
|
|[[Nailing Down an Order]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 10, 2022
|[[Meet me at the Table]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Merek]], [[Pasithea]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 11, 2022
|[[Cloudwatching]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Night Time Woes]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Alone Together]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 12, 2022
|[[Look Who's Cooking Now]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Till it Hurts]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Packing Bags and Asking Questions]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 13, 2022
|[[A Leaf]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Smoke and Vapors]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Leetle]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Abandoned Monestary]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]], DM [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 14, 2022
|[[Counting Sheep]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|May 15, 2022
|[[Anger and Madness]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A New Chapter]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Lying Table]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tawyse]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Warding the Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2022
|[[A Legal Letter Opener]]
|[[Robert]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]],[[Leetle]]
|-
|
|[[Alvin and Ella, Reunited]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin, Ella, Norrington
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[A Darkened Mind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fear and Drinking in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Requesting Backup]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 17, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Take the Town]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Quickly to Quelynos]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 18, 2022
|[[Drunk at Midnight]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Mildly Misplaced Makari]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 19, 2022
|[[Pretty Things]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: Storm the Sandcastle]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Munch]]
|-
|May 20, 2022
|[[Temple District Talk]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Khepri]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|May 22, 2022
|[[99 Problems (But Llyranost Isn't One)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[An Awkward Reunion]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Explain Your Smallness]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|May 23, 2022
|[[The First Call]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 6]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|
|[[Add Victory (um...)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Culix]], [[Shilde]]
|
|-
|May 24, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[No Wight Place]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Heth-alumps and Woo-zles]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 25, 2022
|[[Lower Market Meetup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Gramarye]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[That Lifting Feeling]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Another Apprentice at the Forge]]
|[[Etzli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Leetle]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 26, 2022
|[[Say Nevermore]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2022
|[[Don't Fear the Wolf]]
|[[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[The Hunter And the Hunted]]
|[[Seldan]], DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 28, 2022
|[[Demon Werewolf Jamboree]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Jamboree Aftermath]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 29, 2022
|[[Heth Wights for No One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 30, 2022
|[[Heth Hath No Flurries]]
|[[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wraith for It]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Home and Friends]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Into The Cups]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 31, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 3)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2022
|[[Where You Are]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Token of Power]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Robert]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Feytouched and Fey Friends]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Watcher's Vigil]]
|[[Telamon]], vignette
|-
|June 02, 2022
|[[Evacuate This Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 03, 2022
|[[Night Like This]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 04, 2022
|[[Minions of Evil]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gurtrud]], [[Nemori]], [[Sjach]] DM [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[It's Hot]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Instinct]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes are Inevitable]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Lyme]], [[Shilde]], [[Stena]]
|-
|June 05, 2022
|[[Internal Journeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Mourner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Roofside Chat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Hole Wrong Wish]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[A Worthwhile Place]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 06, 2022
|[[Advice for the Giving]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Jail Talk]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Messengers with Pie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 07, 2022
|[[Been Dreaming]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 08, 2022
|[[Malefic]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Wolfsbane]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visitor with Wine]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crawled Out of a Hole]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 3: Return of the Fey]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 09, 2022
|[[Death's War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Anatomy of a Fiend]]
|[[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[A Matter of Faith]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2022
|[[Begrudging Aid]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Club]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[What Dark Breaks]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Horns Are Not For Gnawing]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Griever's Next Move]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Halani]], [[Zeke]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 11, 2022
|[[My Strength]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sandwiches and Sunlight]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fish Scales]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[You Have to Save her]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night for a Late Bite]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 12, 2022
|[[Dance of the Dragoon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Words on a Hot Day]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[En guarde!]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 13, 2022
|[[Scones, Clothes, and Betrothed]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner Out]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Daniel]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Wounds Left Behind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Prepare to Bargain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|June 14, 2022
|[[Research!]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Eztli]], [[Lysos]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Puppy Therapy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 1]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 15, 2022
|[[The Places Between]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bird, Bird, and Bot]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 16, 2022
|[[Interview with a Werewolf]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Pie Returned in Kind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[On Artifice Armor Appearances]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes Happened]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Gramarye]], [[Jay]], [[Shilde]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 17, 2022
|[[Up to Measure]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Time to Retire]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Accidental Admittance]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 19, 2022
|[[Be A Wight In The Darkness]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dalton]], [[Eztli]], [[Kyria]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Weddings, Warnings, Temples, and Tea]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lizards, Lunch, and Liars]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Suspect Donations]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Sora]], [[Rocky]], [[Gramarye]], [[Knightmare]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Part of the Family]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 20, 2022
|[[Paladin on the Old Road]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Catch and Release]]
|[[Andelena]] [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[More than meets the Eye]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Menagerie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 21, 2022
|[[Best Friends Forever]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bring me a Dream]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Ssun's Out, Sscales Out]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 2]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 22, 2022
|[[All I Want]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Places Between (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 23, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|June 24, 2022
|[[Something Smells....]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Wight in the Feels]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lysos]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[Seelie or Unseelie]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Run Anymore]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 25, 2022
|[[Way of the Sword]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|June 26, 2022
|[[Sweet Summer Solstice]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Inevitable Sewer Adventure]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 27, 2022
|[[Glass Half Full]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Daniel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Devil of Sanguine Fen]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Sora]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[The Inevitable Follow-up]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Eztli]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Symbol of Memory]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|June 28, 2022
|[[Art in Temple Square]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 3]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Deliverance]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 29, 2022
|[[Clearing the Scales]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|June 30, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2022
|[[A Half-Year Anniversary]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 02, 2022
|[[Merely Offering Greetings]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Bird in the Hand]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Look Who's Back]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Imane]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Git, Good]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|July 03, 2022
|[[My Cabin in the Woods]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Divided by a Common Language]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[A Promise of Unending Beauty]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 04, 2022
|[[(not so) Veiled Venom]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Market Shenanigans]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Laughing Thief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 05, 2022
|[[Wight Investigation, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Praying to Protocol]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|July 06, 2022
|[[Students & Teachers]]
|[[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 07, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 08, 2022
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward]]
|[[Braith]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Give Me The News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 09, 2022
|[[It's always some Thing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|July 10, 2022
|[[The Real eState of Things]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 11, 2022
|[[Running of the Wolves]]
|[[Carver]], [[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Irshya]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[But First, Dinner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice, pt1]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 12, 2022
|[[Wrestling With Choices]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Get Well Soon?]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 13, 2022
|[[The Hurdy-Gurdy Demonstration]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Capture the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sherine]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In the Library with the Crimson Pen]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|July 14, 2022
|[[Statuesque]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice pt2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Pothy's Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This, part 6]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 15, 2022
|[[A Mountain Stroll]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two Truths and a Lie]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward, p2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Dancin' Dragoon]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 16, 2022
|[[Tuned Up for What]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Corkscrew and Wine]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Acceptance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night at the Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 17, 2022
|[[Heal Thyself]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[The New Redeemer in Town]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[The Wight Album]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Between Friends]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|July 18, 2022
|[[An Armed Collision]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Running with the Wolves (Part 2)]]
|[[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Wights]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Niara]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 19, 2022
|[[On Matters of Thievery]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Lucht Runs Out]]
|[[Brianna]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[It's Fair to Be Were-y]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 20, 2022
|[[Luck of the Bird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 21, 2022
|[[Turn over the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Organizing Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Excavate This!]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]], DM: [[Robert]]
|-
|July 22, 2022
|[[Ribbon Exchange]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Way We Were Wayward Waylaid, Part 3]]
| [[Gramarye]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Snack Platter]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 23, 2022
|[[Book Smart]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 24, 2022
|[[Play Pretend]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[The Wight Album, part 2]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]]
|-
|
|[[To Grandfather's House We Go]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 25, 2022
|[[Let It Rest Already!]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|July 26, 2022
|[[Strongestestest Warrior]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Robert]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Silk and Steel]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 27, 2022
|[[Drinking Buddy]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Leetle]]
|-
|
|[[Face//Off]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 28, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 7]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|July 29, 2022
|[[Doling Out Plans]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Cookies at the Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|July 30, 2022
|[[The Way We Were Wayward Waylaid, Part 4]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Stand With You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Pulling at Knots]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|July 31, 2022
|[[Amily in the Wight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire Conversation]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 01, 2022
|[[Wight Worms (Group 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aurala]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Silmeria]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Oruch-ouch-um]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[The Vintner's Offer]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 02, 2022
|[[A Deal is a Deal]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Face//Off, Part 2]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Hymn and Haw]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 03, 2022
|[[Stolen! Totem at the Temple]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Kard]], [[Lysos]], [[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|
|[[Flight Regulations]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Rush Order]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Cleaning and Mending]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 04, 2022
|[[Zalgi-man or Puppet]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 05, 2022
|[[Warehouse Gossip]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Irshya]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Cleanup Crew]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Braith]], [[Patch]], [[Finn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Cleanup Checkup]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 07, 2022
|[[Teatime Talk]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Noble Intentions]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shilde]] DM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 08, 2022
|[[The Write Stuff]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[The Bird at the Cheerful Corvid (It's Not Pothy)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Stars Only for Her]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Worms (Group 2 Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aurala]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Silmeria]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|August 09, 2022
|[[Fish Thief]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 10, 2022
|[[Reading into things]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Safe and Sound]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Soggy Salutations]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Mercenary (Love) Life]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 11, 2022
|[[Out of Step]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Unwanted Duty]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Wolf in Sheep's Clothing]]
|[[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Noble Tongue]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|August 12, 2022
|[[Portside Distractions]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Gramarye]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|August 13, 2022
|[[Court of Teeth]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Etzli]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|
|[[Black-eyed Peas]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Verna]], [[Yaretzi]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|August 14, 2022
|[[Spirits and Wine]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[How to Bait a Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Noble Intentions Part 2]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shilde]] DM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Library Days]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Tooth Fairy Headache]]
|[[Culix]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sable]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 15, 2022
|[[An Imp-Sized Migraine]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 16, 2022
|[[If You Give a Faerie Dragon a Mountain Oyster]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 17, 2022
|[[Brunch and Spice]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Outer Tribes]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|August 18, 2022
|[[For Want of Armor]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[SYWTBAH]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]] DM: [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Fey-ke Dragon in the Gardens]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 19, 2022
|[[Lady and the Bard]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Artisanal Linguistics]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 20, 2022
|[[Glass Dragon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|August 21, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Kill the Witch Queen]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Selia]], [[Jinks]] DMs: [[Cryosanthia]], [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Rainy Eliday Morning]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 22, 2022
|[[Like Dominos]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Patch]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[SYWTBAH Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]] DM: [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Scrolling for Insight]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Patch]], [[Zofija]], [[Alaryn]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|August 23, 2022
|[[Rain on your Parade]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Devilish Research]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[A Drink and a Song]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|August 24, 2022
|[[Hash It out Over Breakfast]]
|[[Yaretzi]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Alaryn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Visit Over Tea]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 25, 2022
|[[Questions for Ryon]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|August 27, 2022
|[[A Cure for a Multitude of Ills]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 28, 2022
|[[Heart Of The Cards]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|-
|August 29, 2022
|[[Koming Klean over Kvass]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-

|August 30, 2022
|[[Birds and Wedding Bells]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Date is Set]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[What Big Eyes You Have]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Esoterica Petitio]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 31, 2022
|[[Bready to Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Nessa]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2022
|[[Reading Rainbow]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Purpose of Strength]]
|[[Yaretzi]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 2, 2022
|[[Rainbows and Shadows]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Necessity of Bathing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 4, 2022
|[[MEETUP: Fortune's Favor]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Merek]], [[Crik]], [[Jay]], [[Culix]], [[Mikilos]], DM: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Sunguard and Her Cats]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|September 5, 2022
|[[Wayfarer's Breakfast]]
|[[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Worms (Group 1)]]
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|[[Jay]], DM: [[Jinks]]
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|[[Wand-ering Thoughts]]
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|[[Meetup: Welcome to Ashvale]]
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|September 11, 2022
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|[[The Seed of Evil]]
|[[Telamon]], Karan'taara (NPC); GM: [[Ravenstongue]]
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|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|September 14, 2022
|[[Conflict of Philosophy]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lyme]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Zyla]]
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|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Slixvah]], [[irshya]], [[Patch]]
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Girl Talk

2022-08-06T02:37:58Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Girl Talk
*Emitter: Braelnoir
*Characters: Ashes, Braelnoir
*Place: A07: Fernwood Pub
*Time: Thursday, January 07, 2021, 6:44 PM
**Sunday, February 28, 2021, 10:07 PM,
**Thursday, April 15, 2021, 9:59 PM
**Wednesday, October 13, 2021, 6:24 PM
*Summary: Ash reveals that things are quiet on the spiritual side as well, and her Tarot cards keep coming up ominous. Braelnoir asks how she's doing, the Mourner admits not well, and the two go up to her room to talk further.</div>

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.

The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.

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<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Braelnoir 5'11" 146 Lb Human Female A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver.
Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face
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''Braelnoir snerks, "C'mon Spooky, let's have us some girl talk." she says, then gets to her feet, turning to regard the bartender, "Yo, Bill! Gonna take it upstairs, yeah?"''

''Ashlee nods, checking around to make sure she hasn't forgotten anything, then follows Braelnoir. Chippen, happy his mistress is happier, runs a few laps around her throat. She follows the merc like a ghost.''

Braelnoir ascends the stair on the balls of her feet for some reason, but no one seems to think it's a bright idea to make any wolfwhistles after the pair. For.... reasons. Instead, as the Korite reaches the top, she's withdrawn her room key and handles the process to invite the Arvek inside, "C'mon in. Bed's comfy." Expecting things to take a while, she sets the scythe blade down against the wall in the corner, then settles on the battered warchest at the foot of the bed. The rest of the room is quite spartan, with weaponry, or the means to repair same, the only things of note on display.

Ashlee follows behind. She's watching Braelnoir move, but not 'watching' in a focused way, more following the shape and drifting along. She has a good hold of her satchel and looks around the room. It's empty of things, which she likes, her own room is rather empty. She sits on the bed and looks at the merc.

Brae watches her for a moment or two, "Miriam should be up here in a couple. Don't usually take long fer orders round here." An elbow props against upraised knee, cheek against the back of that folded wrist, "What's troublin' ya, luv? What's this trial business all about?"

Ashlee looks around the room. There isn't a lot to look at, which makes it a challenge to find something other than Braelnoir to stare at. She keeps looking away, at nothing, and looking back. Finally she takes Carbuncle out of her satchel and holds him close, staring at the little lizard mouth. She clips him onto one of her ears.

"A noblewoman was murdered, and a nobleman knight framed a woman and the trial was a farce of contradictions and twisting of evidence to fit their story. The dead woman's family interfered with her getting justice and claimed it was out of respect for her. She had no voice. I couldn't hear her, and her murder has gone free and the framed woman will die."

"I don't... care about living people problems. This is all a step, and the Fieu of the Tears will gather them all at the end of life and make her judgement. I shouldn't care that people can't do things right. It's expected."

Brae's eyebrows knit at the jewelry husbandry on display, but she shrugs. Maybe it's a Hob thing. Her interest on Ashes is intent as she begins to speak, a shoulder doing a quick rise-fall, "Luv... Ashlee... You ain't dealt with noble politics before I'm gettin'." She straightens a bit from her casual posture, and reaches out for her, to help her feel cared for. It's... a less refined skill than it would be for many, but it's gotten better since the Stride got tripped.

She scoots a little closer, wincing a little as she picks up a plant-based passenger in her sitting meats. Ow. A little huff in her nose and she pushes on, "When I's a merc, I done more work for this noble 'gainst that noble than -any- grandiose aims. Least two gigs were brothers pissin' in each other's stew. Th'peerage is the only thing that means anything t'fuckin' cake eaters, luv." Her brows knit again, and she now asks, "But... whattaya mean 'ya couldn't hear her'?"

Ashlee focuses on Braelnoir's face. "The dead speak to me. I hoped she would. I thought she would need someone who would listen. They kept me from sitting with her body. Guards!" Her monotone breaks on the last word, into anger. Or contempt. An exhale later, and her words are flat once more. "As if they have more respect for the dead than a Mourner. As if civic authority has any in a place of worship. It wouldn't have been tolerated in Blar, and we're the monsters."

She blinks. Her centipede uncurls from her neck and climbs halfway up her face. She seems oblivious to a huge bug on her cheek, in her hairline. He holds himself up on her piercings, taps at her face with some other legs. "I couldn't help Bethany. She might have been a noble in life but in death she deserved all the ministrations she might need. They stopped me preparing her, anyone preparing her, properly to meet the Grey Lady. It's wrong, but there was no Chord to tell them so."

Brae settles back into her former posture, though her gaze is more introspective as Ashes shows a spark of raw emotion, "I remember... when I's snakey, in that ruined house." she says quietly. Hmmm, "I... just figgered ya could just do it, wherever. Like Ghisha." Now there's a word laced with venom, but she continues calmly, trying to be comforting, "We cain't always be where we most want.... most need ta be, luv. I know that better'n most. I know how't must be eatin' atcha... What about their patsy?"

Ashlee looks down at her hands, "It's when they want to talk. I can't make them. Their patsy is going to be executed, very soon. I want to break her out, the other think more evidence will somehow save her. That improper laws must be upheld."

Her lips tighten, "I don't know her. I shouldn't care. It's more irritating than I thought, thes things out of place."
A nod, the 'it's bothering me when it normally doesn't' is a familiar story.

She rises at a knock, and moves over to the door, and, hand on dagger hilt, answers the door. As it's Miriam, the merc is all smiles, and 'luvs' once more as they handle the transactions for the drinks and food. Soon enough, she turns back, arms laden with consumables and approaches Ashes, "Here, may make this go smoother."

She'll wait until they're properly situated again before going into it.

The ashen Arvec waits for the food to transfer, and then takes some of it. She holds the bowl of gunpowder chili in her lap, feels the heat of it with her hands. She concentrates on that, reminds herself she is alive and feeling things is normal. Even if she doesn't like it. She takes a spoon, then eats a spoonful and chews silently.

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''Sunday, February 28, 2021, 10:07 PM''

Braelnoir settles back on the edge of her chest, one knee draped over the other ankle as she considers the Arvek. Her eyes track the woman's motions as she brings food to her face, "Ya know anythin' about Merkabah, luv...?" she asks softly. the Korite looks into her tankard, swirling it a little, then takes a sip, "Spent me a long time at war fer this'r that reason that weren't mine. Merkabah's where... i saw shit that bothered me.... stuff made me think more'n what was going on past victory...."

"The other goblins talked about it. I was in the the shanty town that sprung up." Ash says, setting the spoon down in her bowl. She blinks slowly, "Kulthian. Destroyed by the Spell Canon. Lots of dangerous monsters and dark tech."

Her attention is entirely on Braelnoir, watching her face. "What did you see there?"

Braelnoir 's eyes lid partway and she stares into the ripples of her beer for a moment or two. A subtle ripple along her jaw muscles, then, "Saw an' old merc ghost story called a Corpse Wagon... Merkabah spook tech..." a sigh, "Flyin' ship... story was, it took the fallen... stuffed in heavy armor and... reanimated them. Made'm move, kept'm aware, in a way that wasn't undead... slaved ta fightin' fer the city." She sips the beer again and, "I's on a mission fer the guild. We run inta the Wagon... all the scholars an' histry buffs o'Alexandria thought the Corpse Wagons were stories. Moon juice an' bullshit fer Mercs ta keep newbies up at night."

The ashen Arvec nods, slowly exhaling. Her words are flat, she sounds too much like a golem sometimes, "And it wasn't. Sometimes the ghost stories are real."

Her eyes roam, looking down at Brealnoir's beer, watching the ripples in the surface and the foam bubbles pop. "Necromancy is terrible, and that sounds like it even if it found a way around the banned spells."

Not that Kulthians accepted those bans either.

"What happened to it?"

Braelnoir smiles grimly, a short bark of laughter from the gallows, "Yeah..." sip, "We run inta one o'the Corpse Armors, the slaves." She finally looks into her eyes, something in the back of them, "After a couple sorties... after a few of us almost ended up slaves, too, includin' me, we ultimately destroyed it." She frowns, "Then Eezee... Ezil, recognized one o'the stiffs we'd dropped... realized she wasn't dead, after all, but still, aware, but enslaved ta the ship. Either way... forced ta fight fer yer enemy... kept outta the Hall ferever... that...." Her eyes lower again, "That got me deep... deep down." She looks up into the arvek's face again, "Sometimes... we're gonna run inta things's gonna get us twisted up'n ways we wouldn't expect... that's.... kinda where I's going, but I ain't no story teller. Never got me much knack fer't it anyay, not like m'sister."

"Your sister?" Ashlee asks, her thoughts immediately going to the sisters she's involved with. The one who will be executed and the one planning to stop that. Her eyes drift to Braelnoir's hair, "is hers dark?"

She looks down at her chili, back up. "The Feiu of the Tears will find a way. To collect her own. You were her help, this time. It hurts, comforting the dead. It always hurts."

"I'm not dealing with the dead this time." It still hurts. It's in her eyes. "I don't know why."

Braelnoir gives another laugh, this one good humored, "Not that kinda..." She pauses, thinks about it, then, "Sworn sister. A Sith Makar named Cryosanthia." The glance to her hair didn't go unnoticed, "Mine was black, before, well, all that happened when ya first met me. Long story..." She looks into her eyes and reaches out to lightly touch the other woman's hand, "Becuz sometimes.... th'wrong folk have too much say in shit they shouln't. i'm sorry luv."

Ashlee listens, mostly by intently staring. She looks down at the touch on her hand. "Most of the people involved in this shouldn't have any. They're ... simply terrible."

She takes a spoonful of her chili and chews it slowly, closes her eyes and shakes her head. "The courtroom was a mess. They didn't listen. I'd rather..." There's a small shrug of her shoulder. "... not feel or care at all."

Braelnoir nods and gives a sigh. "Yeah... them's usually the ones that get't, though." Brae replies softly, reaching up as she leans in, setting her cup down beside her, to try and kind of touch her shoulder, "There's plenty o'hurts.... that's true. Sometimes feelin's can muss up a solid decision..." She gazes searchingly into the Arvek's eyes, "Feelin's... that comes from the core of us... past ego, down inta th'heart o'things. Unique, an' personal ta each'v us. Gift a'the Gods if ya like, but how ya feel is yers alone an no one else's. Th'other side o'that's empty routine. gridin' wheel at the base of a windmill. More complex sometimes, got a choice here'n there, sure, but not free, not -alive-... savvy?"

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''Thursday, April 15, 2021, 9:59 PM''

"I savy," the ashen Arvec says, looking around for a place to set down her chili. She finally decides on the war trunk. She ensures the spoon is tucked in the bowl, not going anywhere. Not about to fall on the floor and throw food about. Perhaps some spoon has betrayed her in the past.

Ashlee clasps her hands, letting her forearms rest on her thighs, her hands hanging down, "I liked being the cog, having a route to go around and around. No one telling me, no one interfering. I knew what to do. Listen."

"None of them listened. To me. To Merek, to the others. To Bethany." She looks up, stares, dark eyes in a white skull, "there are ways of making a corpse talk. Not magical ways. Observing. They didn't want even that. Her last moments they shut her up, then shut up the rest of us."

"It's best we're free ta go our way." Brae agrees softly, taking in a bit of her dinner, then setting things down next to her, "Some folk are fine followin' th'path they know. No naggin', no bitchin', just certainty ya know what yer doin'. Some folks need leadin'. Takes... weight offa them." She shakes her head, shrugging, but ends the speculating about social needs of the individual.

The talk of the dead woman, the language of carrion, makes the Korite nod, "Yeah..." she says thoughtfully, "Sometimes, we made th'dead say things. Rattle th'enemy, shake'm up, easier ta route'm. Less killin', less risk, but, I think I know what yer sayin'." She lifts an arm and traces a spot side, "Like, a narrow triang'lar hole under th'rmpit says 'Myrrish estoc nicked came in under this guy's guard, punched the lung.' Only wound means 'Skilled fencer, an' a cold bastard, left this bunny to a long time dyin'.' Or thin dark bruises'n the throat, neck hanging funny says 'garrotte'. That sorta talkin'?" )

"Exactly, just like that." The Mourner nods. She holds out her arm, draws back a threadbare sleeve revealing her dark skin and another bone tattoo. She shows her inner forearm, tapping with a thick fingernail. "A line of dots and scars, parallel. They are saying they were in despair, and drugs, and that's what took them. No marks, but a small hole between the toes, tells they were sent on their way by someone trying to hide it."

She exhales. She flops back, lying crossways on the bed, her legs hanging over the side and feet on the floor. "They say a lot of things. They'll say more when I can sit with them. They're not... noisy. The way the living are."

Ashlee lies with her arms at her sides, like a corpse, staring up. Shaking her head a little from side to side. "No one cared. They ran around, waving her death like a flag, like a bloody shirt, but if they cared they would have listened. Now Delilah is going to die. Two stupid murders for the price of one."

Braelnoir smirks a bit, "We do go on..." she says dryly, watching Ashes make herself... comfortable(?) on her bed. She works on another bite or two as the Mourner goes into more detail, then, "Lotta Merc work involves some noble'r other, ya know. Show o'force, coup d'etat, that sorta noise. Seems like there ain't no country ain't had some noble try an'scrag their brother fer the title or fortune or whatever." She sighs, shrugging a bit, "Sometimes, though... most times I wanna think, they find some primo throatcutter, instead. Best ones kill ya with the measles or what have ya. Never know'ts anything but nature or whatever. If ya can't get ahold o'them, but ya can lean on the law, well... 'justice is done' right?" The Korite shakes her head and takes up her tankard for a swig, "Fuckin' cakeaters."

Ashes seems comfortable, lying, breathing, her chest slowly going up and down. Her clothes lying flat against her and the bed, somewhat silhouetting her. For all the skeletal imagery, she has some curves, some roundness, a weight.

Monsters would naturally have stronger muscles and better bones. She might not be the most active of one, but she clearly benefits from the heritage. Ashes scratches at her stomach. "I prefer how people are in the Temple. A noble might have fancier stuff, but it's all the same."

More staring at the ceiling, then the ashen Arvec asks, "Was it better when you turned back, did people look at you differently again?"

Braelnoir shrugs, "Did people stop passin' out'r hidin' their kids? Yeah." The human, in contrast has curves to different degrees, sculpted by a more actively militant lifestyle, and surveys the frame on her bed with a certain casual curiosity, "Not... a hunner'd percent sure I ever turned 'back', honestly." She removes the spiked gauntlet, flexing and considering her pristine fingers, "Used t'have a web o'scars... killin' Ghisha... got'r down with the scythe... an' I kept wailin' on her with my gauntlets... over an' over... till I's hitting the stone under th'mess.... drove shards o'the armor inta m'hand." She looks to the pebbled silver of her shoulder, "This... this I got... when me an' some bondsisters got taken by a crew near Charn. Brandin' iron.... ya can probly imagine th'plan." A shrug, and she looks to the Arvek, "When we... broke the transformation... I come out of some... cocoon'r... really soft... like lizard egg.... thing. No hair.. scars, piercings gone.. but that brand... it come back with the scales I had while I's transformed. I come back... different. I can grow claws now.. an supposedly dargon magic, but I ain't managed it yet."

"Not-A-Monster on the inside then." Ashlee says, staring like she usually does, at the scars that have vanished, the shoulder where a brand hides, her militant build and the curves on top. "You look more like a hobgoblin should."

She holds her position, flat on the bed, head pitched forward, unblinking, arms at her sides. It doesn't look comfortable in the least. "An egg? A really big egg? Did you keep the pieces? Can I see your claws?"

Braelnoir frowns a little in thought, "Mebbe." She sets her stuff aside and takes a deep breath, holding her hands up, curled like talons...

There is a ripple of shadow as her muscles tense, and eyes normally a wolfen amber are now an almost luminous draconic gold, pupils slit from top to bottom. Her fingertips convulse, and sleek, almost metallic claws emerge from beneath her human keratin growths, now contorted to reinforce ther anchor points. There is a certain mad intesity in her expression, an explosive surge of motion heled in check, while within those inhuman eyes, the Arvek's countenance subtly reflects, as does something else, ancient and primal.

Ashlee sits up fully to watch this. She squirms, reaches into her shirt, removes a mouse which she sits on her lap. Her attention is now undivided, she stares at the rippling muscles, her eyes, the sudden growth of claws.

"Okay, the monster is definitely inside." The hobgob states, reaching out carefully to touch at one of the claws. "You're like a lycanthrope, but in control. I hope."

Or all her problems might vanish. Her hands grip the edge of the bed, "What are you feeling now?"

Braelnoir growls between her teeth, fingers twitching before they forcibly clutch at the poleyns of her greaves, making unpleasant screeches as the points skate along the steel. The question is.... hard for her to answer, or at least is seems to take her a second to parse a response, "... rrrrraggge.....!" She closes her eyes and the talons almost snap back under her small, boring fingernails and the Korite sags just a little upon her arms, "... it's.... hard t'think tha'way. Sorry..." she adds, a little winded, "I.... didn't need ta hurt ya'r nothing... I don't quite get rabid, but... don't generally do that.. without havin' a target."

"It's like Oruch rage. I understand." Ashlee says, likely very familiar with the traits of cousin goblinoids. "Sorry.

She flops back on the bed, her head all the way back this time. She stares at the ceiling. "I shouldn't have touched. Sorry."

There are motions to her throat, her cheeks, as if she's about to say something. She doesn't. Her mouse runs back under her shirt, causing her to wiggle a little. "You didn't say if you kept the egg-shells."

Braelnoir blinks eyes eyes open, now returned to their usual luster, "Huh? What, naah, yer fine. So... yeah. Not-a-monster. Ha!" She shrugs, then, "It's... wow, it's well... not sure shell's the right word, but... Anyway... I kept a couple scales.. gave th'rest t'my sister. I made more sense t'er when I's covered with'm." She takes up her tankard for a swig, then, "Ya look like there's somethin' else buggin ya, luv. Go on, shoot."

"A little." Ashlee says, maintaining her monotone, her stare up at the ceiling. "I went to the Black Diamond."

She lets that sink in. "Women sell their bodies there. A lot was on sale. Merek was there. They kept asking me what I wanted."

"What I wanted was to not be there."

Braelnoir shrugs a bit, "Yeah... there's plenty o'folk who would. Mercs end up spendin' a lotta their loot on whores." There's a moment or two of nothing, then, "Merek was...?" Hmm. Oh, brother, who've you gotten yourself into....? There's a sight and another pull of her drink, then, "I'm gettin' there's a question in there, luv... but I ain't rightly sure whatcher askin'."

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''Wednesday, October 13, 2021, 6:24 PM''

"They weren't soft." The ashen Arvec says, her lips squeezing together. She stares at the silver-haired merc. Lying on the bed, her clothes drape about her like a funeral shroud, thin and loose enough to make out her form. She has some curves to her.

"Looking like a man, is attractive, in Blar." The hobgoblin admits, maintaining her stare, her monotone words. Muscles, little fat, short hair, the more board-shaped the better. Goblins have curves, lots of curves, curves that spill over into rolls; hobgoblins do not. Her eyes drift lower, focusing on Braelnoir's breasts. "You'd be soft in Blar."

And so would Ashes from the way her vestments crease on her, very soft. "Is that... really attractive? Was it a freak show?"

Braelnoir 's brows knit again before one brow decides to claim the high ground. This is not exactly what she imagined, though the claim of being 'soft' gets a sharp bark of laughter, "Ha! Like hell!" she chortles, then sighing to keeping the hilarity short, she settles her chin on the crook of her upraised wrist again.

The Korite moistens her lips for a moment and looks the Mourner over for an obvious survey, "Culture's very much a thing, luv. There's a few sisters back in th'Stride rockin' those hips'r them titties o'yers that weren't short on company." she replies, pointing to the ampleness of Ashes's figure, "Taste's unique, too, luv. Ya got a damn fine figure, an' I'm sure there's folk say th'same ta me, but there's plenty o'folks'll want some elfish twig, or a lass shaped like a pear."

The examination is met with no response, the hobkin lies there, unsure how to react and rarely considered so intently. At least, that she's been aware of. She pulls at her pants, which betrayed her hips. Thankfully she's resting on her bum, she's unsure how comments on that would be received.

"I'm a monster." Ashlee says quietly, her words unusually quiet, "doesn't that make me ugly? I'm covered in hair."

She pulls back a shirt sleeve. 'Covered in hair' is an exaggeration, possibly a poor self image. Her hair is thicker than a human's, and it makes a visible 'fuzz' or halo surrounding her arm. Her skin is easily visible through it, clear, largely without scars or blemish. Although, stylized white bones are hard to ignore. Looking past that grand tattoo is actually the first step to noticing her fuzz.

Braelnoir rolls eyes a bit, "Shit, luv, -I'm- covered in hair, just really thin, see?" She unfastens the spiked gauntlet and sets it in her lap before extending her arm for the hobgoblin to examine, "Here, feel."

With a little shrug she shifts again, trying not to get another splinter in her butt, as the first one is still being a bit of a pain in the ass, though her expression is thoughtful and curious, "This... ain't a new question, izzit?" she asks softly.

"It is." Ashlee says, looking at Braelnoir's arm, sitting up and reaching out to rub it. She holds out her own, dark grey skin with the pale white bone markings, and the fuzzy outline. "The first time I asked someone."

Well, not including Merek.

His answer was strange. "My hair is more coarse." She explains. Naturally, it would be. She looks at the merc, rocking on her trunk. "Are you ok?"

The hair on Brae's arm is fine, too fine, in fact, for a human of her age, and the softness of the surface belied by a subtle firmness beneath it.

The Korite's eyes half lid and she looks toward Ashe's face, "Y'aint no monster." she says absently, "Yer a soldier, one's a bit further out inta th'spirit worl' than ya probly oughta."

LIke her brother, eyes too far into the ether, an can't see the root in front of his feet.

"I'm... not what I was, b'fore." the Korite repeats, a certain color taking her expression and she gives a wan smile, "When I's... changed, though... I know folk thought o'me... I's a monster, but inside..." The human(?) shrugs a shoulder, the softly pebbled mercury of her skull brand gleaming in the lamplight as it moves, "Still wanted... what women want..."

A pause, then, "Izzat... where yer comin' from, luv?"

A good question. Where is it coming from? Ashes was never all that interested in the concerns of the living, the activities. Her upbringing and her ghostly friends, as well as how she entered the world, set her apart.

Other people live, other people touch. There is no intimacy for the dead, no romance beyond the grave. It's bleak and grey, just as she is. "You're very soft."

"A little," the Mourner finds herself saying. What do women want. What does ''she'' want, the question the working girls asked her. Now that she's out, was this a desire? "I'm... mostly dead. I shouldn't want anything like that."

"I gone from one war ta th'next since I's nine." Brae answers, "I've been a killer since 'fore my moons started." with maybe a little fire in her town, then her eyes lid again. Tone sobering, she continues on another track, "Then, when I's a monster... I met folk outside m'unit that thought -I- was worth savin' when I was in a bad spot."

A shrug.

A sigh.

"Mebbe I give more'a shit, since, then... mebbe it started there, an' getting stronger seeing the Corpse Wagon..." something unsettled, something disturbed and offended to the very core of her being sparks in her eyes.

Her head shakes slowly and she meets Ashes's eyes again, "Yer breathin' too hard fer mostly dead, luvvie, too hard by far. Ya's mostly dead, most'a this...." she borrows the Hob's words, "Noisey, living stuff wouldn't touch ya."

She sits forward and rests her elbows on her knees, "I think someone... somethin'... stirred up somethin' in the back o'yer mind." A glance to the curvy figure on her bed, and a brow arches, "It's muddyin' the water. Not s'easy ta wait, when ya got a stake."

"Corps Wagon, Right." Ashlee's hands fall to her knees. The implications of the device are unsettling. She's not sure what to think, doesn't want to think about it. "I'm glad you destroyed it."

That's the simpler question, to both ask and answer. The hobgoblin drags her toes around on the floor, scraping at the boards with her thick nails. They're nicely trimmed. They are the sort that would grow to gross extremes, given the chance. Although dirty fingernails are what Nan Mochtrath recommended.

Her head tilts down. "Merek and I..."

Is this a bottle she wishes to open? Perhaps... not. "He was a lecturer in Blar. It's strange seeing him in the Black Diamond, looking at other women. I'm not used to thinking of him like that."

Brae sighs, frowning at the memory, "Merkaban spook-tech, slaves th'dead an' the living ta fightin' for the city. Airship that thinks fer it'self. Stuffs ya inta thick-ass armour, full o'mind control gas, with a tube that repairs damage almost's fast as ya can inflict it."

"An' smart enough ta send treasure maps out ta the Explorer's guild, an' a bunch other folk ta lure them ta where it was layin' trapped."

She shrugs a bit, "Merek's a man... even in th'clouds there's still the part of'm that're gonna perk up fer th'right ladyfolk, I reckon."

The Korite's brows knit again and she reaches out ta lightly touch Ashes's hand, "Never knew ya's a thing, luv..." a sigh, and with a widow's smile goes on, "There's a fella.... when I's still in th'Stride, got me ta thinkin bout other stuff too, luv..."

The subtle camber of her head, and the shift in her hair sets the skeleton in her ear to swaying.

"I don' think.... the first one ever really goes away, not fully."

"Perk up." Ashes snorts, laughing, actual signs of life in her voice. She makes a little gesture with her fingers, poking up, perking up. "It... ah... his didn't make an appearance."

Then, or at the Black Diamond.

"I've seen them." She explains. "On dead bodies.

Her jokes finished, Ashes goes quiet. "We were. It wasn't in the cards. It was mostly my imagination." That's what she tells herself. There's something else she must say, "I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't mean to remind you."

Brae gives a little shrug and shakes her head, "I done that m'self, luv." she says quietly, "Just... I'unno, just figgered mebbe setcha some at ease... just... knowin' sometimes a gal gets set ta thinkin' o'things."

She brushes her hair back and reaches out to snag a bite of her meal, "So... ya went th'Black Diamond... an' these women... whatcha think o'them?"

"I wondered what they would feel like to touch." Ashlee admits, glancing down, glancing up, meeting the merc's wolfish eyes. She states the obvious, "Humans aren't hobgoblins. They don't have warts."

Warts being very attractive to goblins, and thus all goblinoids for some reason.

"The one Arvek Nar there..." The Mourner pauses, "... was soft like me." Soft for a hobgoblin, qualifiers must be added. "So... that's attractive?"

I'm attractive? Wartless with curves and strange tattoos? She clearly doesn't believe she could be.

A shrug, "Some'v us do, Ash." Brae returns, "Some folk go cold on'm, other folk don't mind. Got their mind on other things, right?"

Not a conversation one would typically expect a Mourner to be having with a Korite.

Her arms fold around her upraised knee as she swallows her bite and she considers the Hob on her query, "Gotta lush figure there, luv. Plenty o'my bondsisters'd wish they's built like that."

The wolfish eyes narrow some in scrutiny, considering the Arvek's features, to survey the structure and contour of her face, then, "Tattoos might rub someone th'wrong way, ain't gonna lie, but then... m'brand an' all my scars, I could still find me company back then."

A hmmm, then, "Ta see how 'soft' they are.... how they compare?"

The Mourner stares at the merc, silent and watchful. Her stillness, the strange sensation of her company, can be unsettling at times and is now. Her presence almost like walking the battlefield after the fight is done. Too still.

Her head bobs, just a little. She pulls her shirt up over her head. Her tattoos are revealed, they go all the way down. Throat, chest, arms, there are stylized bones. There's also the short layer of hair or see-through fur, too thin to obscure her flesh.

Her breasts are wrapped by a loose bandage that goes over her shoulders to support their weight. There's a mouse that's startled by the sudden exposure, and turns into a lump digging into a hiding spot under the cloth. There's also a giant house centipede stretched out along her stomach, which rushes down into her pants.

That's not disturbing at all.

Silently, Ashlee places her shirt on the bed, rests her hands beside her thighs and continues to watch Braelnoir.

Answers that.

Brae unfolds, setting her foot back down to the floor as Ashes decides to offer up more for consideration.

Ok, the mouse is a bit of a surprise, though it's antics get a bit of a snort and she shrugs, alright-

Ok, the bug taking a stroll to the lower reaches gets a lute string in her head to break for a moment.

Ahem.

She rises to her feet and steps over toward the desk with her gauntlet, stacking it with it's partner before she unfastens the arsenal about her waist to lay there, next.

"Best we understand expectations...." the Korite remarks over her shoulder.

Ashlee remains still, exposed, on display. Her eyes follow Braelnoir as she stands, divests of her guantlet, then her weapon belt.

"Chippen was sleeping. Minnie too." She says, feeling she should say something, "Carbuncle still is."

"I was thinking of getting a snake." She's not sure why she said that. Expectations. She waits, then says, "Ok."

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2021 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2022 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
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|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2022
|[[Holy Diver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Andelena]]
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|[[Glacial Improvements]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
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|[[New Years Party]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lyme]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 2, 2022
|[[Game of Ghosts, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Karasu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Randolf]], [[Vaera]], [[Jinks]]
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|[[Watcher in the Stars]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 3, 2022
|[[Under Common Stressors]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Zeke]], [[Rhar]]
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|[[Cold but Comfortable]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Rhyn]]
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|[[Scars Unseen]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Two Ravens in a Bar]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
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|January 4, 2022
|[[Poolside Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
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|[[Remember Me]]
|[[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Whooooo?]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Monsterous Memory]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Still Afraid]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
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|January 5, 2022
|[[Crescent Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]]
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|[[Familiar Matters Part 3]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
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|[[Sith Around and Wait]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tenoc]]
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|January 6, 2022
|[[Cider and Charms]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[Seeing Stars]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Cesran]]
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|January 7, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Cafeteria Gossip]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 8, 2022
|[[Walking on Eggshells]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Renew the Pact: Ritual Matters]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Halani]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]]
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|January 9, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption (Part 2)]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Tie me Down]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Candles in the Rain]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Charming Day by the Shore]]
|[[Mikilos]], N'tsssa, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Waiting on the Halls]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Debts pAYAble and lAYAway]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
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|January 10, 2022
|[[Throw a Blanket over It]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Jinks]], [[Acedia]]
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|[[Second Guessing Guises]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[A Sewer Shattering kaBOOOM]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
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|[[Vast Expectations (Part 1)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]]
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|January 11, 2022
|[[Tea, Cakes, and... Swords?]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Stars, Moon, and Compassion]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[The Griever: Elves Wizards and Wizard Elves (Part 14)]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stejepan]]
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|January 12, 2022
|[[My Brother]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Gray Halls]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
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|[[Joys, Doubts, and Real Estate]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Curious Courtship]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
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|January 13, 2022
|[[Coin Toss]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Skielstregar]]
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|[[And One Goblin]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Hospitality Repaid]]
|[[Arngrim]], Boti, [[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 14, 2022
|[[Curious Discussions]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[A Faux Pas and a Half]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 15, 2022
|[[Gray Halls (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 16, 2022
|[[Boti's Big Sister]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]]
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|[[Through Snow, Rain, Sleet, or Sunshine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Yrch You Can't Scratch-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Pelka]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 17, 2022
|[[Seeing the Finish Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]]
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|[[House Hunting Ahead]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Little Literary Visit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Nothing Drastic]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Irshya]]
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|[[Distant Futures]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Verna]], [[Irshya]]
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|[[Vast Expectations (Part 2)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]]
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|January 18, 2022
|[[Diplomatic Immunity]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Valadhiel]]
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|[[Deck the Halls]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 19, 2022
|[[A Marketplace Meeting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Venom]], [[Verna]]
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|January 20, 2022
|[[The Illustrious Telperius Atlon]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[How Much Greatwood]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Knightmare]], [[Randolf]], [[Lyme]]
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|January 21, 2022
|[[Solitude and Company with a Bottle of Wine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[What is in your Head]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Until The Heart Betrays]]
|Vignette - [[Seldan]]
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|[[A Veiled Journey]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 22, 2022
|[[Cake for Boti]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]]
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|January 23, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, pt1-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
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|[[Taking Names]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Andelena]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|January 24, 2022
|[[Reilly Bad Eggs-Bugged VP]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
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|[[What is in your Head (Part 2)]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Hath no Fury]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Meet the Fisherman]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 3)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 25, 2022
|[[Base Jumping]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Better Gnomes and Living]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[The New Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 26, 2022
|[[Smoke on Water]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]] DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Boy]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Aryia]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Give it a Chance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[Party Hard]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[No Cages]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranth]], [[Percy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[He Answered]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|January 28, 2022
|[[Throwing Hands]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 29, 2022
|[[Insanity Defense]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 30, 2022
|[[The Color of a Dress]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt2-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Alchemical Mishap]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Stopping for the Night]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Moving Concerns]]
|[[Boti]], [[Lyme]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|January 31, 2022
|[[Not Sick, Just Searching]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[It's Cozy at Aryia's Place]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sibling Check In]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 4)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2022
|[[A Family That Felt Whole]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|
|[[More than Enough]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Gut Feeling]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Only Mostly Dead]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|February 2, 2022
|[[You Decided]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tawyse]]
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|
|[[The Prophet Hotaru]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 3, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 1)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Sun, Moon, and Earth]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[On the Nature of Stars and Lavender]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Message in a Bottle]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Serene]], [[Jinks]]
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|February 4, 2022
|[[Jumping Over the Sword (At a Later Date)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 3)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 5, 2022
|[[Not the Burpees]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Dream On]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[No Strings Attached]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 6, 2022
|[[Breathless]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crystal Caverns]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Bad Dreams and Aspirations]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt3-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Lifeline]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 7, 2022
|[[Dwarfed by Insecurities]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Woods]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Book Trip]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Unrest Easy]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Killer Promise]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Nest for Three]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Mermaid Illiara]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 5)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|February 8, 2022
|[[Name the Divine]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sleepless in S-Ea-ttle]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Morgan]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tapping on Eggshells]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|February 9, 2022
|[[Midday Siesta]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen in Alexandria]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[School of Hard Knocks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen's Aftermath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Sword in the Well]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 10, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Princess's Lover]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 11, 2022
|[[His House]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Ones]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 12, 2022
|[[Elf-Help Section]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Wu]]
|-
|February 13, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, finale-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Respite from Expeditions]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Two Daeusites Walk into a Bar]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 14, 2022
|[[What to Spend it On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Andelena]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Sword and the Cistern]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 6)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Father's Concern]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 15, 2022
|[[The Two Dreamers in the Eyes of the Watcher]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Poolside Bar]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Imane]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 16, 2022
|[[Wait for the First Verse]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Redeeming Qualities]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
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|[[Bier Today, Zonked Tomorrow]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
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|February 17, 2022
|[[Take a Look Around]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Would-be Fiance of Cor'lana Lúpecyll]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 18, 2022
|[[Delayed Shipment VP]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Wall of Ice]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Home is What You Make It]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 4)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Sugar Cubes of Wisdom]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 19, 2022
|[[Live Steel]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 3)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Unforgiven]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Kegger-Aid]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[Later Means Now, Now Means Forever]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 21, 2022
|[[A Merry Pub Scene]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Roll the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, the arrival]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|February 22, 2022
|[[Dinners on Discs]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 7)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[On a Cold Winter's Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Little Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Someone is Bugging Me]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|February 23, 2022
|[[Grotesque Display]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Glasha]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resting Wishes]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 24, 2022
|[[Getting Our Grove On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Tawyse]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Untended Graves (Part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 25, 2022
|[[Tragedy and Comedy]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Build it Up]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Soup Seduction Technique]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|February 26, 2022
|[[I'm Drue in Town]]
|[[Drue]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Buggin' Out]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Revan's Revelry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Revan]]
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Kard]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 27, 2022
|[[Fowl Behavior]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Drue]], [[Kard]]
|-
|February 28, 2022
|[[Morning and a Prelude]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Scars Inside You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Divine Bond]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Fistful of Posies]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Down the Drain]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2022
|[[Witching Hour for Charming]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 8)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 2, 2022
|[[Threads of Freedom]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Know When to Fold]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Out on a Limb]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|March 3, 2022
|[[A Bright and Noble Soul]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Bugs in the Pantry]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], N'tssa
|-
|March 4, 2022
|[[The Lovers' Paradox]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams Come True]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Kard]], [[Murder]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 7)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 5, 2022
|[[Star Furrrows Missing Knots]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Silver Solidarity]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Will of Uskvutha]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|March 6, 2022
|[[Werewolf in Alexandria]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[It's Pretty Late]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Give Em the Bird]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Geir]]
|-
|March 7, 2022
|[[Living Daed Man]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Crate Expectations]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar-ly Made It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Frenemy at the Gate]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Carver]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 8, 2022
|[[Fear and Love in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Lunar Eclipse]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 9, 2022
|[[Weaponsmith Woes]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night Practice]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Monster in the Room]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Haber-Dasher]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|March 10, 2022
|[[Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Waning Spire, part 1]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Arahel]], [[Ashes]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Thicker than Blood]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Denouement of the Father]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: The Skull's Cups]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Bannon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|March 11, 2022
|[[Full of Joy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Kard]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Steel to my Lips]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[An Interesting Proposal]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 8)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 12, 2022
|[[The Statistics of Jousting]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 13, 2022
|[[I Hold You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bear Witness]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Witch of the Mountain]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|March 14, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Clean Sweep]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Venom]], [[Khepri]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 9)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[If Stupid Was a Crime]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 15, 2022
|[[Bear Necessities]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Knightmare]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Stargazing by the Shore]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 16, 2022
|[[Bird Bath]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Same Day Air]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Poultry Sum]]
|[[Lyme]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 17, 2022
|[[A normal day in Goblintown]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Munch]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Critter Control]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Drue]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 18, 2022
|[[From Hive to Honey]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Cor'lana's Nicest Birthday]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 9)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 19, 2022
|[[Saint Punchin's day]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Lauriel]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Take You Away]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Lauriel]]
|-
|
|[[Gonna Be Alright]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|March 20, 2022
|[[Images and Words]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Arrival of Spring (And All That It Brings)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Clean Up Crew]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Munch]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Boat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ruby and Silver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|March 21, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt3]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Library Chatter]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Family and High Powered Chairs]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Imane]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 10)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 22, 2022
|[[Chilli Chips and Chippen]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Carver]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 23, 2022
|[[It's in the Book]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Gone Away]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 24, 2022
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 2: Electric Boogaloo]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Happy Birthday Sis]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Katrine]]
|-
|March 25, 2022
|[[Pothy's Identical Twin]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Hunger]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Confusing Engagements]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 26, 2022
|[[A Fitting Beginning]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 27, 2022
|[[A Sorcerous Summit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Before you Go]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 1]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|March 28, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 2 *Bugged VP*]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Up the Water Spout]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 11)]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[You Need a Bath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 29, 2022
|[[Late Night Gossip]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Irshya]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Them]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bunch of Tryshards, a]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 30, 2022
|[[Things That Go Screech in the Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[C Stands for Courage]]
|[[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Lingering Wounds]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|March 31, 2022
|[[Tower Offense]]
|[[Kard]], [[Robert]], [[Rocky]], [[Taran]], [[Zofija]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The Dreaming Triad]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2022
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 10)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Shock and a Chat on Coyote's Laugh]]
|[[Choler]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 2, 2022
|[[Love and Hangovers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wake of Laughter]]
|[[Jay]], [[Lauriel]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 3, 2022
|[[Clockwerk Connundrum]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 4, 2022
|[[United for Justice and Bacon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Stable Animals]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Release the Pumas!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 12) Finale]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Staggering Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 5, 2022
|[[Cider in the Rain]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Five Dates and a Proposal]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 6, 2022
|[[Hair of the Duck]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Vasilly]], [[Taran]], [[Magpie]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Crius]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Sil in Revue]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 7, 2022
|[[The Grandeur of Sorcery]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Joy False And True]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2022
|[[Blue Moon]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 11)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 9, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Echo]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|April 10, 2022
|[[The Lady's Cloak]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Burgles in the Night]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|April 11, 2022
|[[Drink, Drink, Drink]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crius]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Fine Fey Evening]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], Fionnuala
|-
|
|[[Totem of Cunning]]
|[[Crius]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Smuldur]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 12, 2022
|[[Con-spicuous Consumption]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 13, 2022
|[[Something New and Wonderful]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 14, 2022
|[[Two and a Half Elves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Redleaf]]
|-
|
|[[A Few Fowl Questions]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[A Vardaman Easter Egg]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Little Bird Feeder]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[No Chemistry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 15, 2022
|[[Reflections of Violet]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blue Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Wu]]
|-
|April 16, 2022
|[[Go On, My Love]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2022
|[[The Gods' Hands]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Mul'niessa Secret of Heels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Happy Hatching Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|April 18, 2022
|[[An Ominous Message]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Fey Nightmares]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Pact Refused]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 19, 2022
|[[Strange Lands]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Arash]], [[Geir]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[An Ominous Journey]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 20, 2022
|[[Silver for an Answer]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telemon]]
|-
|
|[[A Silver for your Thoughts]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Dirk]], [[Zofija]], [[Ashes]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 21, 2022
|[[No Undue Risks]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Dirtier than Expected]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Shilde]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Zofija]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[What is Owed?]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 22, 2022
|[[The Balance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Good to Be Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2022
|[[Wild Turkeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Aavhash]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Halani]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Staff Holiday]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|April 24, 2022
|[[I Held Out Hope]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Aya for an Aya]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[As Luck Would Have It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 25, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 2)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[The Atlon Cousin]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Alley Oops]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Arreth, the Last Sunrise]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|April 26, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 3)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[For the Ones We Love]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Break for a Quartet]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2022
|[[One More To the Rescue]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Found at Last]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The One That Got Away]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Nailing it Down]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 28, 2022
|[[Beetle Juice]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[An Ocean of Tranquility]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 29, 2022
|[[Home is Where the Dreams are]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 30, 2022
|[[Unexpected Company]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[The Exploration Begins]]
|[[Alys]], [[Kolden]]
|-
|
|[[Finite Space]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2022
|[[Blood on His Feathers]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Need of a Cure]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Price of Dance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Junk in the Trunk]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Thurid]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], DM: [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Cooling the Forge]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 2, 2022
|[[A Were-y Warning]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Ending of the Iron King]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|May 3, 2022
|[[Home With You]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 4, 2022
|[[With Jealousy, Part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 5, 2022
|[[Return to Form]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 6, 2022
|[[Testing the Waters]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Booming Business]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|May 7, 2022
|[[Induction]]
|[[Dolan]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Shots and Ladders]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 8, 2022
|[[Caravan Contingent, Part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Lysos]], [[Murder]], [[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], DM: Subduction
|-
|
|[[Dinner and More than Dessert]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In a and/or Considering Pickle(s)]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 9, 2022
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Way Home is Through]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin
|-
|
|[[Nailing Down an Order]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 10, 2022
|[[Meet me at the Table]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Merek]], [[Pasithea]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 11, 2022
|[[Cloudwatching]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Night Time Woes]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Alone Together]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 12, 2022
|[[Look Who's Cooking Now]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Till it Hurts]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Packing Bags and Asking Questions]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 13, 2022
|[[A Leaf]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Smoke and Vapors]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Leetle]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Abandoned Monestary]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]], DM [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 14, 2022
|[[Counting Sheep]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|May 15, 2022
|[[Anger and Madness]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A New Chapter]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Lying Table]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tawyse]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Warding the Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2022
|[[A Legal Letter Opener]]
|[[Robert]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]],[[Leetle]]
|-
|
|[[Alvin and Ella, Reunited]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin, Ella, Norrington
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[A Darkened Mind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fear and Drinking in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Requesting Backup]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 17, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Take the Town]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Quickly to Quelynos]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 18, 2022
|[[Drunk at Midnight]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Mildly Misplaced Makari]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 19, 2022
|[[Pretty Things]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: Storm the Sandcastle]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Munch]]
|-
|May 20, 2022
|[[Temple District Talk]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Khepri]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|May 22, 2022
|[[99 Problems (But Llyranost Isn't One)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[An Awkward Reunion]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Explain Your Smallness]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|May 23, 2022
|[[The First Call]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 6]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|
|[[Add Victory (um...)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Culix]], [[Shilde]]
|
|-
|May 24, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[No Wight Place]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Heth-alumps and Woo-zles]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 25, 2022
|[[Lower Market Meetup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Gramarye]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[That Lifting Feeling]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Another Apprentice at the Forge]]
|[[Etzli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Leetle]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 26, 2022
|[[Say Nevermore]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2022
|[[Don't Fear the Wolf]]
|[[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[The Hunter And the Hunted]]
|[[Seldan]], DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 28, 2022
|[[Demon Werewolf Jamboree]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Jamboree Aftermath]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 29, 2022
|[[Heth Wights for No One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 30, 2022
|[[Heth Hath No Flurries]]
|[[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wraith for It]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Home and Friends]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Into The Cups]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 31, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 3)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2022
|[[Where You Are]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Token of Power]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Robert]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Feytouched and Fey Friends]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Watcher's Vigil]]
|[[Telamon]], vignette
|-
|June 02, 2022
|[[Evacuate This Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 03, 2022
|[[Night Like This]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 04, 2022
|[[Minions of Evil]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gurtrud]], [[Nemori]], [[Sjach]] DM [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[It's Hot]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Instinct]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes are Inevitable]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Lyme]], [[Shilde]], [[Stena]]
|-
|June 05, 2022
|[[Internal Journeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Mourner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Roofside Chat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Hole Wrong Wish]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[A Worthwhile Place]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 06, 2022
|[[Advice for the Giving]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Jail Talk]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Messengers with Pie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 07, 2022
|[[Been Dreaming]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 08, 2022
|[[Malefic]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Wolfsbane]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visitor with Wine]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crawled Out of a Hole]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 3: Return of the Fey]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 09, 2022
|[[Death's War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Anatomy of a Fiend]]
|[[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[A Matter of Faith]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2022
|[[Begrudging Aid]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Club]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[What Dark Breaks]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Horns Are Not For Gnawing]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Griever's Next Move]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Halani]], [[Zeke]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 11, 2022
|[[My Strength]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sandwiches and Sunlight]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fish Scales]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[You Have to Save her]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night for a Late Bite]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 12, 2022
|[[Dance of the Dragoon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Words on a Hot Day]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[En guarde!]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 13, 2022
|[[Scones, Clothes, and Betrothed]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner Out]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Daniel]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Wounds Left Behind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Prepare to Bargain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|June 14, 2022
|[[Research!]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Eztli]], [[Lysos]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Puppy Therapy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 1]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 15, 2022
|[[The Places Between]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bird, Bird, and Bot]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 16, 2022
|[[Interview with a Werewolf]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Pie Returned in Kind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[On Artifice Armor Appearances]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes Happened]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Gramarye]], [[Jay]], [[Shilde]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 17, 2022
|[[Up to Measure]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Time to Retire]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Accidental Admittance]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 19, 2022
|[[Be A Wight In The Darkness]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dalton]], [[Eztli]], [[Kyria]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Weddings, Warnings, Temples, and Tea]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lizards, Lunch, and Liars]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Suspect Donations]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Sora]], [[Rocky]], [[Gramarye]], [[Knightmare]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Part of the Family]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 20, 2022
|[[Paladin on the Old Road]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Catch and Release]]
|[[Andelena]] [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[More than meets the Eye]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Menagerie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 21, 2022
|[[Best Friends Forever]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bring me a Dream]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Ssun's Out, Sscales Out]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 2]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 22, 2022
|[[All I Want]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Places Between (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 23, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|June 24, 2022
|[[Something Smells....]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Wight in the Feels]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lysos]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[Seelie or Unseelie]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Run Anymore]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 25, 2022
|[[Way of the Sword]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|June 26, 2022
|[[Sweet Summer Solstice]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Inevitable Sewer Adventure]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 27, 2022
|[[Glass Half Full]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Daniel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Devil of Sanguine Fen]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Sora]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[The Inevitable Follow-up]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Eztli]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Symbol of Memory]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|June 28, 2022
|[[Art in Temple Square]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 3]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Deliverance]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 29, 2022
|[[Clearing the Scales]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|June 30, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2022
|[[A Half-Year Anniversary]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 02, 2022
|[[Merely Offering Greetings]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Bird in the Hand]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Look Who's Back]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Imane]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Git, Good]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|July 03, 2022
|[[My Cabin in the Woods]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Divided by a Common Language]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[A Promise of Unending Beauty]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 04, 2022
|[[(not so) Veiled Venom]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Market Shenanigans]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Laughing Thief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 05, 2022
|[[Wight Investigation, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Praying to Protocol]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|July 06, 2022
|[[Students & Teachers]]
|[[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 07, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 08, 2022
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward]]
|[[Braith]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Give Me The News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 09, 2022
|[[It's always some Thing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|July 10, 2022
|[[The Real eState of Things]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 11, 2022
|[[Running of the Wolves]]
|[[Carver]], [[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Irshya]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[But First, Dinner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice, pt1]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 12, 2022
|[[Wrestling With Choices]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Get Well Soon?]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 13, 2022
|[[The Hurdy-Gurdy Demonstration]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Capture the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sherine]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 14, 2022
|[[Statuesque]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice pt2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Pothy's Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This, part 6]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 15, 2022
|[[A Mountain Stroll]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two Truths and a Lie]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward, p2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Dancin' Dragoon]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 16, 2022
|[[Tuned Up for What]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Corkscrew and Wine]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Acceptance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night at the Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 17, 2022
|[[Heal Thyself]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[The New Redeemer in Town]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[The Wight Album]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Between Friends]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|July 18, 2022
|[[An Armed Collision]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Running with the Wolves (Part 2)]]
|[[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Wights]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Niara]], [[Vaughn]]
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|July 19, 2022
|[[On Matters of Thievery]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
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|[[Lucht Runs Out]]
|[[Brianna]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
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|[[It's Fair to Be Were-y]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
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|July 21, 2022
|[[Turn over the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
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|[[Organizing Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]]
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|[[Excavate This!]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]], DM: [[Robert]]
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|July 22, 2022
|[[Ribbon Exchange]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[The Way We Were Wayward Waylaid, Part 3]]
| [[Gramarye]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
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|[[The Snack Platter]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]]
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|July 23, 2022
|[[Book Smart]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]], [[Vaughn]]
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|July 24, 2022
|[[Play Pretend]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
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|[[The Wight Album, part 2]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]]
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|[[To Grandfather's House We Go]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|July 25, 2022
|[[Let It Rest Already!]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
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|July 26, 2022
|[[Strongestestest Warrior]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Robert]], [[Mikilos]]
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|[[Silk and Steel]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|July 27, 2022
|[[Drinking Buddy]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Leetle]]
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|[[Face//Off]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
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|July 28, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 7]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Magpie]]
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|July 29, 2022
|[[Doling Out Plans]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Eztli]]
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|July 30, 2022
|[[Stand With You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Pulling at Knots]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
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|July 31, 2022
|[[Campfire Conversation]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|August 01, 2022
|[[Wight Worms (Group 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aurala]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Silmeria]], [[Stjepan]]
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|August 02, 2022
|[[A Deal is a Deal]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
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Alvin and Ella, Reunited

2022-05-18T21:24:08Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Alvin and Ella, Reunited
*Emitter: Solar Flare
*Characters: Delilah, Donna, Ashes, Elyanna, Sirri, Illiria, Ella, Norrington
*Place: Alexandrian Docks, Jailhouse
*Time: Monday, May 16, 2022, 9:32 PM
*Summary: The Valethor gang, along with Sirri and Alvin, are transported to the Alexandrian docks via a beautiful route, under the sea. Illiria, her father, family and friends, are grateful that the land dwellers rescued her and do this as a favour. At the docks, fishermen and fishpeople awkwardly stare at each other as food is brought to the adventurers. Norrington arrives with a large contingent of guards, to escort everyone back to the jails. A protective escort, and one that is needed as there is one assassination attempt on the group en route. They are brought to Delilah's cell, where Alvin and Ella reunite, and Ella confesses she was forced to lie because her son was a hostage. She asks forgiveness, and to pay for her crimes. Norrington and the adventurers opine that Magistrate Ironshield might consider the extenuating circumstances. The adventurers are given a rare congratulation from the Knight-Captain, who has so often been their adversary. They are also offered lodgings in the jail, legitimately, for their own safety and not as prisoners. The Valethor gang has some trepidation, but also are exhausted and agree.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Delilah 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A golden haired human girl in white robes.
Donna 5'4" 106 Lb Human Female A black-haired human girl in black robes.
Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face.
Elyanna 5'11" 153 Lb Half-Orc Female A grim, Arvek-blooded woman in raven feathers.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= NPCs of Note =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Sirri Gnome Female Leader of the expedition
Illiria Merfolk Female A damselfish in distress, Cleric.
Alvin Human Male The young hostage of Veren.
Ella Human Female Alvin's mother, a perjuring prostitute.
Norrington Human Male A knight-captain of the guard, foil.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Solar Flare
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Traveling underwater with Illiria and her fellow merfolk turns out not to be a quick affair; the spell to breath underwater lasts for an hour, and nearly all of it is needed, first to navigate the submerged caverns and then cross the sea floor on the way back to Alexandria's docks.

The caves are a place of wonder, once you get past the confined nature of them. The merfolk carry glowing orbs that illuminate the passageways; mostly they are the walls of rough caves, occasionally shining with untarnished metal ores, but there is a brief time spent passing through an underground fortress, long since flooded and lost to time. The caves team with life, both plant and animal; even some big groupers, that look fit to swallow a man whole, but seem to no better than to trifle with merfolk armed with tridents.

Once the group emerges from the caverns, the sea floor likewise overflows with seaweed and coral and fish of all manner. A few hammerhead sharks swim lazily overhead, as disinterested in the party as the groupers and needing even less reminding; the corals are abuzz with eels and urchins, starfish, and all manner of clownfish.

Eventually, the first sign of Alexandria is evident as a fishing boat's net splashes into the water, scooping up a few fish; and a short time later, the docks become visible, or at least the wooden posts underwater are. Soon enough the merfolk shepherd the group up to the edge of the docks, where a group of much astonished fishermen stand and gaze down into the water.

"Oi!" Donna calls, upon breaking the water's surface and spotting the fishermen. "Someone wanna get to th' Guard an' have Knight-Captain Norrington come over? Only there's a kidnap victim as really, really needs t'get back to his mum."

Adventurers...

As they're guided to a place they can climb onto solid ground on, Donna turns back to the merfolk, smiling as broadly as habit allows for. "And thankee kindly, y'all. I know payin' back ain't a thing about any of this, but I wish I could anyway."

Ashes is fascinated the entire trip. She spends a lot of time underground, normally the catacombs of the Vardama Temple. A fantastic under-seascape makes for a dramatic comparison. She's wide-eyed the entire trip, making only a random comment, "So this is why."

And then, they reach the docks, and are helped ashore. "Thanks." She tells the fisherman who gives her hand up. The mourner turns to Illiria and her family, "Thanks."

It's a good thing she remembered, her grey pamphlet has been ruined by their travails.

"Can I visit?" She asks. There are things she can do that might count as repayment.

The travel, even under escort, is tinted heavily in Elyanna's mind with wariness over wonder that robs her of some wonder at the revealed glories of this undersea world she's been briefly made a part of. She glances to Donna along the way at one point, reminded once more of their first foray together, when their very different approaches to things raised bristles on either side, and the magic that gives them such ease in the water would have been dearly useful back then.

Her eyes then find the tiny arms of Alvin wrapped stolelike about the brawler's shoulders and her mood sinks into it's personal scourgings, that she'd been willing to leave the affair in the care of others. Whether she'd learned anything at all from her time in Alexandria.

The red woman, to her credit, seems to be a more capable swimmer by far than back in those days in Am'shere, and their environs seemingly more filled with would be predators than in that instance, though these significantly less interested in them.

A comfort, doubtless thanks to their merfolk escort.

Eventually, with a great back-arching toss of her head, the Keeper breaches the surface of the water to throw her hair back with a great arc of water. She scans the crowd, as the others have already began the crowd, accepting aid with a similar, "Thank you."

Once her feet are upon solid ground once more, she turns to regard the merfolk, and their liaison in particular to offer a deep, respectful bow, "We are in your debt, and we are most grateful."

A glance to the ladies, and she nods, "As they say, if there is one day you have need of anything...."

As the party and their young charge are helped up onto the docks, most of the merfolk retreat back bellow the surface of the water; but Illiria, and an older merman with lines around his eyes remain.

"I am in your debt," states the man, "For you have saved the life of my Illiria, my only daughter, and I will be forever grateful." He smiles, and inclines his head respectfully. "Let us part as equals, with all debts paid. Know that you are always welcome beneath the waves, and merfolk hospitality will always be yours." As he dips below the surface, Illiria looks up at the group on the docks once more, and smiles as well; but it seems all that needs to be said has been given voice, and moments later she follows the rest of her people.

Up on the docks, Sirri is doing her best to wring out her clothes; and she makes a little progress, but really, it's just fortunate that the rainclouds have cleared and the sun is shining. A couple of the fishermen, with some encouragement, run off to flag down the nearest guard, while those who've stayed offer everyone meals of salted fish, beer, and the opportunity to have a few puffs from tobacco pipes. The aged men with wrinkly skin are all too happy to cluster around those recently returned from the sea, and offer what protection they can with the tools of fishing in hand, until the guards arrive.

And, arrive they do; Norrington comes himself, leading a column of a dozen guards, the lot walking swiftly up to the docks with crossbows and a few dragonspitters at the ready, and even Norrington with his sword unsheathed.

"Make way!" he shouts, as he thunders down the dock. "Valethor! Did you and your friends succeed? Did you rescue the child?" He comes to a stop just short of the fishermen. "And where's Sirri?" he adds, while the gnome is entirely engrossed in talking to some of the others on the dock about butter tarts, since she simply can't believe they've never tried them.

The companionship -- and even salted fish and beer -- are gratefully accepted, and for awhile Donna seems to just revel in being among 'her' people again; people just trying to make their way, keeping their heads down, looking out for each other as best as possible.

As Norrington's crew stampedes down the docks, the brawler sighs, hands a pipe back to its owner, and gets to her feet, patting an errant shoulder as she does. "Kid's here with me," she says, resting a hand on the child's shoulder. "Sirri's right over there talkin' pastry. Kidnapper's dead, Ash brought what little we could carry as proof. Also there's a guy called the Fisherman that ain't a problem anymore, and *can you get some godsdamned wizards dwn there to shrink the cubes?!* Sonofalich those things grew outta control!"

Ashlee is never really among *her* people, even when she's surrounded by hobgoblins or Vardamans. She stands a small distance away, dripping and not making any effort to ring out her clothes. Her familiar and his friends have taken refuge on her head, crowding there as they dry off. The food and drink is gratefully accepted, and shared.

She takes care not to nod, pointing first at Sirri who is down the docks, then at the remains of the Iron King. She managed to bring his body and some parts of the armour.

The weapons too.

She ponders what she might say, and finds she doesn't have much that she wants to add.

Elyanna bows her head at the evident value of a daughter to her father, her expression stately as she returns, "Fare you well, sir, and safe travels." before the last merfolk return to their native environs.

During their time amongst the fisherman, she hovers closer to her companions, falling back into her more... comparatively courtly mannerisms.

She spares several chords and wiggles of finger to invoker her cleansing diddies to mystically remove the brine and what ichors tenaciously yet remain upon their persons despite the trip.

"Captain." the halfbreed begins as their chaperone finally joins them en masse, "We have his captor with us, and, also encountered another unrelated villain." A pause, then, "He will, likewise, trouble Alexandria no further."

Norrington gazes at the group with a raised eyebrow, as he hears what everyone variously has to say. He slides his sword back into its scabbard, and crosses his arms as he takes it all in -- explanation, kid, Sirr, the corpse and weapons of the Iron King, all of it.

"...Well done," he acknowledges at last. He motions to three of the nearest (and more muscular looking) guards, "Help the Mourner with those weapons and the..." He pauses, looking over the remains of the Iron King, "The... That. It'll all have to be checked into evidence. After all court proceedings are finished we'll work out what to do with it." He glances back and forth between the fishermen next, "Apologies for the disturbance, but this relates to an... ongoing situation. Haste was necessary." He looks back to Donna, and gestures back down the dock, "Your sister is guarded by Godswin and twenty-four guards. She's safe. Ella is there as well. We should make haste; Seldan and he others have not yet returned with Veren, and that threat remains."

'Well done.' While to most, that would be a singularly anemic answer to all the horrors they endured in the sewers, Donna is, it seems, realistic enough to just apply a magnifier to every scrap of positivity that comes out of the man's mouth. Nodding once, she heaves a sigh that starts from her toes, and looks to the others. "Almost done, but ain't quite yet. C'mon, kiddo," she says holding out a hand for Alvin to take. "Let's get you back to your momma, now."

Her friends get a true smile, and a look of deep relief. Whatever else happens, they got through this much. And it couldn't have happened without her two new favorite hobkin in the entire world.

"The Vardama temple will be willing to take the remains and give them the proper rites." Ashlee says, unhurried and in a monotone. She nods as Norrington suggests haste, one of the few rare moments where she agrees with the Knight. "Okay. I'm ready."

The brawler's smile is encouraging, she feels a similar relief. "Let's go." Her passengers, a sort of living crown, dig down into her hair to hold on. The scratching of their tiny feet is comforting. Her boots, she notes, drain nicely. They're good cavalry boots.

'Well done' preceded Maidenhead entering Elyanna's life.

Still, her head dips some at the recognition from Norrington, who had been antagonistic toward the Valethor gang until not long ago.

A glance to her fellows, then, "Agreed. A mother will go to great lengths to regain a child." she says, affixing her buckler into place.

"A father, also," Norrington mutters as he turns to lead the way back to the jails, with a swirl of his cloak in the air. He sets a brisk pace; and the guards fall into line, ushering the Valethor Gang to walk single file with a column of guards to either side, glaring suspiciously at the surrounding streets for the entirety of the journey, eyeing every movement with a look that borders on hostility.

Just in case.

It turns out, for once, to be unnecessary, though Donna might catch a glimpse, down a darkened alley, of a black-clad elven woman pointing a gold dragon-spitter at the group; when she looks again the woman is laying face down on the ground with a sword sticking out of her back, and a man with a very scarred face standing over the body. When one of the guards goes to see, they're gone, body and all.

At the jails, everyone is ushered inside without delay, and the door is slammed shut and barred.

"You might as well head in there," Norrington gestures towards the room, guarded by Godswin, that has seen so much use previously; to interrogate Delilah, for her legal council to make plans, and even the room that the young sorceress shared what was almost her last supper with her sister. "Delilah's waiting in there, and so's Ella. She'll want to see her son immediately, I'm sure."

"...Huh," Donna mutters, once the group is safely inside the jail. "I didn't know better, I'd say I remember giving that face a brick-sandpaper job. Good thing I know better, and didn't see nothin'." Shaking her head to get it back in the game, Donna moves smartly toward the indicated door, Norrington in tow, and pauses at the threshold. "Understandin' that I don't often ask the Guard for petty favors, an' don't aim to make a habit of it... D'you think mebbe as you could see as Alvin an' his mom get a proper meal in them, soon? Only I can only guess..."

She doesn't need to say the rest, and *especially* in front of a child apt to remember the meals he *did* get. With that, she opens the door, grinning her biggest grin toward its occupants.

"I saw some things." Ashlee says, followed by, "Oh. No. I didn't."

She was resentful of the escort, until the realization it was necessary, and that it was on the protective side. The city guards come through with an efficiency her military training can respect.

"He's been through a lot." She seconds Donna's request, then heads into the room, as directed. "Delilah?"

"We're back."

For her part, Elyanna hadn't much experience on the... paternal nature of things, though Norrington's addendum gets him a momentary sidelong glance.

The escort and resultant march come without the red woman's usual efforts to make a march pass faster, as they are still very much in harm's way as things go. As such, her eyes are flitting about, seeking threats as the Guard do.

As the Valethor gang and their new acquaintances are ushered into the chamber that's housed so many of their recent experiences, the keeper spares Godswin a look, one that perhaps still recalls the 'low life' comment, but she moves on with her friends.

The moment the door is opened, Delilah doesn't so much cross the room as seem to almost materialize in front of her sister, instantly throwing her arms around the dark haired twin, squeezing the brawler with all her strength (Which isn't all that much but it still counts). It takes her several breaths before she can talk, and when she finally leans back her cheeks are glistening.

"You made it back," she gasps, "You all did. I'm so glad to see you. You were gone a long time, we were all starting to really worry."

Behind Delilah, a half-elf prostitute stands, wringing her hands and looking torn between hope and apprehension; until the moment Alvin peeks in from behind the adventurers filling the doorway, and a loud scream splits the air as the half-elf darts forwards, skidding the last few inches on her knees as she envelopes the child, both immediately reduced to open, wordless sobbing.

Delilah leans back, and glances down at the entwined mother and child, and adopts a wry smile amongst her own tears. "Well, that's the most important problem solved, then," she observes. "Oughta be all easy from here."

Sirri stands beside Ashes, and looks for a moment like she might fall over in shock when Ella screams; but in the end she's just smiling, and looks up at Norrington before she wanders back into the main room, and accosts one of the guards, "Hey, you! We need some grub in here, now lemme tell ya about this place in the Markets, see, they sell all kinds of meat pies and crisp veggies and, lemme just make sure you're clear on one point, they make the best butter tarts..."

Norrington watches the gnome go, standing in the doorway behind the adventurers and leaning against the doorjamb, watching the reunion with arms folded across his chest.

Out of respect for the amount of effort Delilah is putting into the hug, Donna simply folds her arms around her twin, hugging without comment. It wouldn't do, after all, to let one's strength get away from you and end up camping in a cell for sororicide. The irony would just be too much.

"...Yeah sorry 'bout the wait," she says once her sister is hugged out. "Turns out sewer jobs suck proportionately to how important they are. Jelly cubes bigger than a *house,* some half-ogre thing tryna chop up a mermaid for steaks, and oh yeah *fecking displacer beasts.* Who are still alive an' roamin' free, but by that point we had Alvin an' were all ready to just get shot o' the place. So uh... yeah we got a little turned around just finding 'im."

Ella and her boy are allowed to just be relieved that they have each other, again, and no comment is made, but the brawler unlimbers one arm, and turns to face the hobkin pair. "Okay you two. I know you ain't huggers, but... c'mon. 'F it weren't for you, this never woulda ended even a little happy. Far's I'm concerned, y'all're family too."

"I don't mind hugs." Ashlee says. She doesn't know what to do, when hugged. Mostly, she stands there stiffly. She also has that unsettling aura about her, being a Mourner, with a full body skeleton tattoo, a slight clammy feeling with an earthy scent, such that it feels one is embracing a corpse.

She also has a gift, of knowing important things about what she touches. Hugging her can reveal a hidden illness, or all sorts of other things, which she isn't discrete about. The combination of it all makes hugging her feel like embracing something kind of undead.

Plus her familliar might decide to crawl over, or the lizard or mouse.

Somewhat awkwardly Ashes holds her arms out, moving close enough to Donna and Delilah try and embrace them. Abandoned words come to the fore of her mind. "Everything turned out all right."

The Keeper draws up not far into the room, proper, her cloak falling to enshroud her as she allows the reunions to progress in their natural pace.

The scream doesn't make her flinch, but it does draw her eye for several lingering moments, perhaps nearly to the brink of discomfort before she moves her attention to, "Delilah, you look well."

A momentary pause, perhaps going over the words in her head again, then, "How long has-?"

Her thought is derailed by Donna's sudden decree, and a for a flash, there is a look of uncertainty, before Ashes is moving, and so renews the hobkin's sense of... belonging.

Raven feathers part in a rustle, arms bare and steel shod extending to encompass Brawler, Sorceress and Mourner all.

Delilah expands her hug to include the two hobkin, and once more squeezes as tight as she can -- which, again, isn't very, as she's almost certainly the least muscular person in the room. (Well, at least the least muscular adventurer.)

"Head still attached," she replies to Elyanna, quirking the corners of her lips upwards. "Got you three to thank for that; still wondering how it is I'm not following Donna around with a cute pair of wings and a harp, but I'm certainly not complaining."

Ella spends several minutes just... holding Alvin tight, as though she's just regained a treasure she thought lost. Which, one might suppose, she has. Eventually, gulping back her sobs and after kissing Alvin on the head, and whispering motherly love to the child, she looks up towards Norrington.

"I," she starts, "I would like... to confess to a crime. I lied in court... to get Miss Delilah Valethor convicted of a murder she... she didn't commit. She was with me in the inn for the entire night and never woke up." She pauses, sucking in a breath and shifting her arms to hold Alvin protectively. "I want to set the record straight. And..." she trails off, looking up at the adventurers, "And I'm... I'm sorry. I'm *so sorry*."

At the confession, Donna raises an eyebrow at her sister, then at the hobkin -- tilting her head back, due to the proximity -- then leans around Ash, looking from Ella to Norrington. "Personally I'd go for extenuatin' circumstances m'self, Captain," she says after a moment's thought. "Someone says your boy's life rides on your ability to lie, I ain't gonna blame 'em for lyin' their heart right out. An' now she an' her kid's safe... *I* ain't gonna press charges. I ain't even gonna hold a grudge. She's been through enough, I'd think."

"It's okay." Ashlee says, accepting the apology and releasing her prior frustration and upset at the situation. She's learned a lot about mothers resolving this crime, about harshness in upbringings different from her own, each with a dearth of proper concern. It's uncomfortable for her to watch Ella with Alvin, to face an example of actual love.

Monster, is such an odd term. Even hobgoblins love their children.

Some hobgoblins, some children.

She hugs the twins while looming almost ahead over them, her skull face eerily bright in the cell's lighting. She stares at Ella, adding a further thought. "Veren is a master manipulator, trained by an even worse one. You are their victim."

"And thanks."

Moral relativisms are quite the quagmire for Elyanna, and the whys and wherefors of Ella's betrayal are too subjective, if understandable for her to immediately weigh in on.

It's not for her to forgive or condemn, in either case, and it seems the sisters have taken their particular steps in regard to the matter.

There is a look 'twixt mother and Guard and back as the knot of the Valethor gang relaxes into fourths once more.

Motherhood is a grand, bewildering concept for the Keeper, and aspects of it that she's borne witness to, even in passing, during this whole affair has given the struggling monster something to think upon.

A vision of steel eyes staring into hers flashes to the forefront of her mind, and she turns from the familial tableau.

Instead, "What now, Captain?"

"Yeah," Delilah agrees as she steps back from the hug, and leans against the table taking up much of the space in the room. "Ella, honestly, if I'd known ahead of the trial what you were facing, I'd've just told you to go ahead and lie to save your son. I'm not about to save my own skin by tossing someone's kid in the fire. That'll never happen."

Ella is at a loss for words, for her part, and just sits there, holding her son, crying, and looking like she's torn between pain and relief. Alvin isn't paying any attention to anything around him; he's back with his mama, and that's the only thing that matters. To him, the world is right again; and even if nightmares await -- and they surely do -- mama is here. Mama will fix everything. That's what Mamas do.

"Now we wait for those who went to capture Veren to return," Norrington answers, "And all of you stay here." He pauses, and brushes armored fingertips over his chin. "Well. Technically, the only one I can require to stay here is Miss Delilah. Magistrate Ironshield has already rescinded all charges against any of you related to the riot and the disruption of Miss Delilah's execution, and against Miss Ella none have been laid yet -- though I suspect Magistrate Ironshield will agree with you, about extenuating circumstances." He shrugs his shoulders lightly. "So, you can do what you like, but I suggest staying here. It'll certainly be safer for all of you... and you can, I imagine for the first time in a while, relax."

"I imagine that's gonna take a bit longer anyhow," Donna says. "If it ain't gonna put you *out,* I don't think it's that bad an idea, m'self."

The brawler looks to the others, curious to see what their opinion is on the novelty of staying in prison *without* being prisoners.

"I'm tired and I don't want to go anywhere." Ashes says, dropping her arms to her side and standing there, staring. She makes a little shrug, "I might feel different in the morning."

She pauses a moment, her lips squeezing together. "What if someone wants to visit us?"

It could happen.

In a single word, Elyanna's thoughts on the matter can be summed up as, "Watches."

She doesn't care who gets ruffled by the insinuation that may rise as she intones it over her shoulder to their sorority before turning to rejoin them. After all, they're after a well trained manipulator, spellcaster and assassin, the foreseeable future is going to be a bit of a nervous one unless and until Veren is brought in or brought down.

She looks to Ashes and whispers as she draws near, "Can you create, or purify food?" <goblin-talk>

Because you're only paranoid if someone -isn't- out to get you.

"Yes," Ashes says, "in the morning."

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Two and a Half Men

2022-02-07T08:55:09Z

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It's Variday, Rhaltaas 31 22:08:00 1013. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and ebbing.

A chilly wind blows from the west, driving dark clouds before it and blotting out the stars in patches overhead. The air is clear and elsewhere they glitter brightly in the dark sapphire sky.

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The air of worship, solemn contemplation and the weight of divinity in this area simply cannot be denied. In stark contrast to the bustle of the great market just to the south, all noise and rowdiness seems to immedialty cease upon entry to large area. In size, the Great Market does rival the Temple Square but the placement of the temple structures and the weighty air in the place lends to it a scale that is not easily quantified. The square itself is brilliantly paved with large white flagstones. In contrast to the colorful cacophony a short walk south, it is serene and nearly empty of vendors, save for a handful of respectfully quiet ones who offer fruits, flowers and other things that may be given up as offerings to some of the deities.

The centerpiece of the square is a large fountain of white marble, filled with clear water. During the day, a jet of water continuously shoots high into the air, pattering back into the pool below like soothing rain. Special reflectors situated around the area cause the water to sparkle with fractured light.

VIEWS: +view here/fountain

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Strike A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes. 0s 6m
Usha Shadow-elf dressed in white. Big hair. 1s 10m
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Sign -- NO BATHS IN THE FOUNTAIN

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Temple of Tarien <TN> Temple of Althea <TA> Temple of Kor <TK>
Temple of Eluna <TE> Temple of Daeus <TD> Temple District <N>
Commerce District <'S'>

Usha slips out of the temple of Eluna, pulling her hood back up as she moves onto the street. She looks about a bit then, and steps out into the square.

Afflicted with goosebumps and chattering teeth, Strike makes her way sullenly through the district in her typicly steady gait, using her quarterstaff as a walking stick to keep time.

Usha almost walks straight into Strike as she looks surruptociously about, 'Ack! Sorry." she says to her then. " I didn't mean to..." she murmurs.

Strike's stride comes to a halt at the near intimate intercection and she bows her head, "It-t-t's-ah!" The half-shadow flinches suddenly and holds a hand up to her cheek, looking slightly pained and rather surprised.

Usha blinks at that, "Are... you OK?" she wonders then, of the other woman. She places a hand on her arm then. "I'm very sory for bumping into you." she says then, concerned she's hurt the woman.

Strike shakes her head, and, at the touch, she's obviously cold as she answers, "N-n-no... I th-th-think-k I b-bit mys-s-self....?" in a rather confused tone.

Usha Usha aws at her, "Ah, well, that happens sometimes. Are you sure you're ok?" She asks. "You look freezing." she adds then.

Strike shivers some and, teeth-a-chattering, "Yes-s-s... It is c-cold." she answers, making an odd face as she apparantly tastes her own blood, "I... am.. unp-prepared."

Usha nods her head, "I can see that. It's too cold to be wearing clothes like that, you need fur if you can afford it, or wool." she tells her. "here." she says, and shrugs off her own cloak- fur lined- and drapes it over Strike's shoulders. "You must come from pretty far afield to not know how to dress for winter." She tells the other woman.

Strike accepts the fur with a quiet 'T-thank you." Almost awkwardly, she starts to huddle into the cloak, almost like she isn't sure she's doing it right. "I am n-n-not used to th-this frame, yet."

Usha tilts her head a touch, "Frame?" she wonders of the other woman then, quietly pulling her own arms in close to help conserve heat without her cloak. She tries to be subtle about it, doesn'twant Strike feeling guilty, after all.

Strike glances at the other woman, then herself and moves closer, opening the cloak to try and put at least some of it onto her shoulders as well, "T-this is n-n-not my body."

Usha blushes a hint at the sudden closeness, but it's too cold to really complain. "Uh... I'm not certain I understand." she says to strike then, as she talks about being unaccustomed to the frame, to her new body.

Strike frowns a little and glances at the hand clutching her staff, "I am a Golem. I was... destroyed protecting my master. Suddenly I awake this way. It has been several weeks, but... I am still not accustomed to how this body works."

Usha Usha ohs, her eyes going a little wide. She peers up and down at her then, "That's... unusual." she comments. "So... i suppose that would be a lot to get used to. Suddenly needing to eat, needing to sleep. Needing to... well." she blushes a touch more.

"The... cramping is hard to endure, but it is not yet time for that process." Strike returns, a subtle ghost of relief in her tone at that, "There are senses I did not have before... even without the other problems, they can occaissionally be overpowering."

Usha blinks, surprised at that, "Oh, I didn't even think of... that." she tells her then. "Day to day issues can be bad enough to deal with for someone who's spent a hundred years in a body." she tells the former war golem. "What senses do you mean?"

"Smell. Taste." Strike begins, then, after an obvious moment's thought, "To a degree, touch as well. There is... so much more information to deal with. Texture, heat, cold, softness."

Usha Usha nods her head slowly, "Well, there are good sides to that as well." Usha tells her then. "Good food, good drink, the touch of friends." she tells her then. "It can be a learning experience for you. But. If you need any help... I know to a limited extend what you're going though. Adapting to the surface was tough." she tells Strike.

A nod, "Agril Doran believes it is a gift. To experience things that other Golems cannot." the repackaged soul replies, "I am... slowly trying to sample things. It has not... been 'fun'."

Usha nods her head slowly, "Oh... well, what sort of things have you tried?" Usha wonders of her then. "We can go to the pub and you can sample some foods and drinks if you like. I can pay."

Strike shakes her head, "Thank you. I have tried the kabobs from a vendor in the market. And potatoes. Stews and so forth." she answers softly, "I want to ease into more extreme tastes once i better understand the sense. Many have suggested I get thr drunk, and another Mul'niessa suggested I find someone to perform coupling maneuvers with."

Usha turns up her nose a bit, "Kabobs from a vendor?" she asks then. "No wonder if put you off." she says then. She blushes at the last phrase, "Well... uh... I wouldn't... uhh...." she rubs the back of her neck. "Wine!" she suddenly anounces. "You should try wine, at least. Not too much, not enough to get drunk. Just a little bit." she says then. Quite firmly changing the subject.

Strike watches the reaction from the other female and frowns a little in thought, "Wine? That is the... red drink, yes?" She shivers a little more an, "Perhaps we should seek an establishment, in any case."

Usha nods her head, "Still cold?" she asks and then gestures towards the path. "Let's head towards the pub then." she tells her then. "Wine comes in lots of colors. There's a kind of wine that is mostly clear but a bit yellowish, too. And a kind that is sort of pink."

"I have only seen the red kind." Strike replies softly, trying not to bite her cheek again, "When master had company." A glance around then, "Why did your face begin to change color?"

Usha Usha blinks, and touches her face as if to check. "Oh... it's because the things we were talking about were... well, a little private. It's called blushing."

"Private. Bedchamber activities." Strike answers musingly, "Agril Doran was not pleased of such discussion within this area. The other girl seemed to take this as a challenge." She shrugs, "The blushing is... a peculiar sensation. I do not like it."

Usha says, "Bedchamber activities... yes. Also other things... like the moon's blood' and... well... some other bodily needs. We don't discuss them in polite company unless we absolutely have to." Usha tries to remain as informational as possible, but it's clear she's embarassed just talking about it. "As an adventurer, it's difficult to keep some private things private though." she admits, and sighs a bit.

There is a contemplative silence, then, "I will defer to your counsel." Then, perhaps because she isn't sure she has, yet, she says, "My name is Strike."

Usha tilts her head, "I'm Usha." she responds. "Shall we go somewhere warmer?" she asks. And then adds with a bit of a smile, "Somewhere with wine?"

"Thank you, Usha. You know of such a place?" Strike returns, not returning the smile, as she's still getting that stuff under control, but, "You are not like the other Mul'niessa. She is brazen, but you are not."

Usha nods her head, "As it happens, I do know a good place. It's called the Fernwood." she tells strike. " They'll have a fire going in the hearth by this time." she tells her. "You /have/ to try this thing called mulled wine. It's the best thing for cold nights like this one. I don't know how, but it warms you up from the inside out."

A blink and Strike seems both vaguely bewildered, and quietly fascinated by the concept, "This sounds like a good plan." the half-breed replies, teeth chattering as they share Usha's fur cloak along the way.

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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because
of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice
overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the
double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and
overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to
the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by
keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the
base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow
over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.

The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables
are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself.
A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are
meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a
semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the
wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ
made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.

At the very back of the pub is a stairwell that leads up to the residential floor.

Note: Local beer, drink, and food names can be found in the lexicon:
http://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php/Player-Made_Lexicon.

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Strike A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes. 44s 17m
Abrahil A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. 0s 1d
Usha Shadow-elf dressed in white. Big hair. 2s 1h
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Upstairs Out <O>

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<Meet> You offer to meet Boshter.

Boshter has arrived.

<Meet> Boshter joins you.

Usha Steps through the door in a hurry, glad to get in from the cold. She's sharing her cloak with a half-elf at the moment. As soon as they get in, Usha gives a sigh of relief at the change in temperature. "Much better." she anounces.

"Oh! And then I said...oh! You should have just seen the colors, Boshter!" and on the chatter goes. Abrahil bounces along beside Boshter, having struck up a conversation along the way. His rose-lenses are in one hand as he cleans them, and his step is cheerful and lively.

Strike continues to shiver a little as they arrive in the heated tavern but is quick to nod in response, "Yes." The half-elf gives the place a lookover and starts to straighten some out from huddling with Usha in her cloak.

And Boshter is following Abrahil inside, "Oh, I imagine they were very good! Hello, Fernwood! I am Boshter of Blar and I have come for your alcoholic drinks!"

"Oh, my. Why, yes, they--ooh!" And Abrahil's jostled to the side as Boshter bounds forward! His round form wobbles and he collides into the two snuggling elves. "Oh, my! Good SIRS! I do apologize to you young lads!"

Usha smilesagain, and lets strike borrow the cloak for now. "You go warm up by the fire. I just need to um freshen up, then I'll get our drinks." she says. And makes her way for the little door in the back.

Until she's interupted by a toppling gnome, "Ack!" she complains, stumbling a little and grabbing a table to steady herself.

Strike stumbles a little as a nearby gnome becomes a roadhazard. She catches herself relatively well, her staff helping a bit and she turns to check on Usha, "Are you alright?" she inquires. There is a look at the gnome, vague annoyance there, though the misused honorific doesn't seem to affect her, any.

As Abrahil wobbles, Boshter steps closer, laughing. That's when one of the gnome's elbows flies out and strikes him straight in the groin. The hobgoblin makes an 'erk' sound and falls straight to his knees and then over on his side like a great wounded animal.

Usha on the other hand seems a little more irked. "I don't know what sort of men ypu keep company with, but usually men don't wear dresses." she says then, and huffs. True, Strikes's outfit is slightly ambiguous, but Usha is definitely wearing a dress. "Now, if you don't mind." the offended shadow elf says, she steps around Abrahil, over Boshter, and makes her way for the little room.

"Oh, my! I'm terribly sorr--oh...oh, my. Oh! Well, I thought you might be a wizard of some kind, they're--oh, oh my. Boshter! That's the second time this week! What with your attitudes towards the fruit vendors..." and the gnome hurries over to the poor, crouched over arvek. "Someone get him tea!"

Turning toward the fetus of groin-trauma on the floor, Strike chides the little one with a, "You should be mindful of your limbs." before she drifts over to check on Boshter while Usha moves to get her wine, "Will you recover?" she wonders.

Boshter just groans a little at Strike's words and then finally unclenches himself. "...was not ready," he manages to utter. He slowly forces himself to get back to his feet, eyeing Abrahil, "It's okay," he says after a moment. "The fruit vendors -- they are always running out of time."

Usha eventually returns from wherever it isnshe went off to, and heads to the bar to order two glasses of warm mulled wine for her and her travel companion. She doesn't seem to pay much attention to the hobgoblin on the ground- in fact, it doesn't seem to surprise her at all.

"Out of...why...oh, dear. Boshter, are you *sure* you're *quite* alright? Really, you're making less sense than normal..." Abrahil pats the arvek's hand as he frets, before turning to--and blinks up at the very, very tall..."Oh, dear. Are /you/ alright? Your fellow sounds quite...well, I don't *quite* want to venture into..."

Strike nods at the affirmations and turns to return to her previous directive. With steady footfalls, the half-elf drifts toward the fireplace to soak in the warmth, while the friends reconcile(?) behind her.

Usha eventually settles in next to Strike, handing over the glass of spiced wine. "There, that should warm you up." she insists to the other woman and reaches out to warm her hands by the fire.

"Ow, ow, yes. I will be fine," says Boshter as he gingerly gets to his feet. He seems to still be in pain somewhat. Who knew gnome elbows were so painful? He looks at Strike and then at Usha, giving the two of them a thumbs up.

Abrahil rolls backwards as Boshter stands. Rolls more than walks, and bumbles more than steps. "Oh, dear. ...well, goodness! It was quite the fall, wasn't it?" And patting the arvek's hand, he leads him to a table near the fire. "How /is/ that ogress, by the way?"

Strike gives Usha a soft, "Thank you." as she accepts the wine. She props her staff against her shoulder and slides the cloak off her shoulders to return to the fullblood. A glance as the two males take residence nearby, then, "Is there a proper way to consume this?"

Usha Usha shrugs, "Well, you don't want to swig it all back too quickly." she suggests. "Just take little sips." she adds then, and demonstrates by doing just that. Shestretches out her legs, then, to warm her toes as well. "Tell me what you think." she then saysto theunusual half-ef beside her.

"Ow ow ow ow," is Boshter's continuing mutterings. Then he looks at Abrahil and then is lead to sit down. "She is well, actually, though I am unsure as to whether or not we will see each other again. Because she is an ogress and quite terrifying and I am never going to forgive you for setting me up on a date with an ogre." He sounds quite amused for a moment now that he's got his ability to speak back.

Strike takes the woman's advice and slowly sips of it's contents. Her eyes close and the face she makes is kind of odd as she mulls it over, then, "Bitter. Sweet. Tangy. I can... feel it making it's way down... is that normal....?"

Usha nods, "Yeah, you'll feel it hit your belly and kind of... i don't knpw. Just warm you up. Likenthere's a little bit of the hearth in your stomach." she says then. "It's very nice when you're trying to warm up." she asserts, then sipsagain.

Usha has reconnected.

Strike seems somewhat dubious for a moment, then tries to take another, longer sip. A slow sigh through her nose, then, "I... believe I feel what you are describing...."

Usha smiles and then warns, "It's nice, but don't drink too much too quickly. Or it can suddenly want to come out all at once. It will also make you light-headed and... uhm..." she leans in to say something privately.

Usha whispers "It will quicken your water. I had never tried wine before i first tried it here, and I discovered that somewhat too late."

Usha has partially disconnected.

There is a puzzled look from Strike and, "Quicken my water?" she asks innocently.

"I THINK SHE MEANS MAKE YOU PEE," replies Boshter loudly to Strike.

VERY loudly.

Usha usha goes bright red, "Yes, but not so loud! Remember, some things are private." she lowers her own voice again. "Wine and other drinksnlike ale and spirits make... uhm..." she pauses a moment, and then boshter fills her in. Usha facepalms. "Ye. More often." she is clearly mortified, and stares resolutely into the fire.

"Oh! Why, yes. SOME PEOPLE FIND THAT VERY ATTRACTIVE," Abrahil responds in the same voice. "They try to do it on purpose, you know. ...get you to pee. Or get OTHERS to talk about peeing. ...why, I've read all about it in the tabloids!" he says to Boshter.

Strike doesn't seem especially shamefaced by the faux pas, though she does frown a little in consideration. A glance toward the males at their helpful interjections, then, "Flesh made more sense when it was someone else's problem." she muses before drinking some more.

Zahd pushes open the wooden door and steps into the Fernwood.

Zahd has arrived.

Usha burries her face in her hands. She remains like this for some time before she finally says, "Yes, i'm sure most people wo habe been flesh their wjole lives would agree with you." she tells Strike then. She decides she needs to drain the entire remainder of her glass of wine and order another one if she's going to share an establishment with the hobgoblin and the gnome.

Zahd enters the pub, head bandaged as he seems to be a bit bleary eyed. He starts heading towards the normal people tables but stops in his tracks, as he realizes something. He shouts, "Bring me some Younger's Juice." as he stumbles over towards one of the small people's table.

Zahd removes the 'great'sword from his back as he settles into a chair. He slams a couple of coppers onto the tabletop and shouts again, "And whatever slop you have warm in the back!" He seems to be a foul little thing as he looks around the pub. His masculine little arms bulge in ways that isn't seen in most gnomes.

Strike sits down next to Usha near the fireplace, still holding her glass of wine, though she sets her staff against the wall. The hobgoblin who'd so ably bested her the other day sits nearby with the gnome. Watching Usha consume her drink so handily after explaining otherwise, "Won't you set yourself on fire drinking that fast?"

"Oh, my. It's /just/ like the tabloids and like they say," says Abrahil as he turns back around in his seat at the table. "He downed the whole thing!" The round and ancient fellow's eyes are wide behind his lenses, and he appears somewhat scandalized, to judge by the wrinkles in his brow. He gives a small wave to the new arrival, though, just before one of the waiters arrives with his meal.

"Oh my!" Boshter says, just because Abrahil said it, mostly. Poor Usha.

Zahd notices the gesture from Abrahil as he sits around waiting for his food and drink to be brought out. A confused look crosses his face as he looks behind him to see there is nobody there. Raising his hand a bit hesitantly he says, "Evening."

"Oh, dear! Well, hello! You must be new in these parts? I'm...oh, dear. Well, I do a little work for our community this side of the City. It's nice to meet you. And...oh." And he leans in to Zahd, and whispers, though it carries quite loudly as he's spent his life in theatre--he's not quite learned how to NOT stage-whisper, "I THINK THOSE TWO SILDANYARI GENTLEMEN WOULD LIKE SOME PRIVACY! SO PLEASE DON'T STARE!"

Usha has reconnected.

Usha tilts her head a bit at Strike, "It doesn't quite wotk that way." she insists and then gets her next drink. She takes a smaller sip and pointedly ignores the loud gnome.

Zahd's food arrives just as Abrahil fills him in on the details. Despite being told not to stare, his gaze instantly moves over towards the two near the fireplace. His little gnomish brow furrows as he squints while looking at them. He then comments to Abrahil in a somewhat questioning tone, "Gentlemen?"

Nodding, Boshter does not correct Abrahil. At all. He adds, "Gentlemen." His lips twitch. Just a little.

Strike glances over at the loudly whispering gnome, examining him and his companion for a few moments in consideration, then looks to Usha again at her explanation. She shakes her head, closes her eyes and silences any more musing with a healthier swig of her wine. Meatbags are never gonna make sense at this rate.

Usha frowns, and her ear twitches just a bit at the continued conversation going on between Abrahil and anyone who will listen. she practically snatches her drink from the serving girl and takes a sip, still doing her best impression of someone who isn't considering taking up professional gnome punting.

It's not a very good impression.

Abrahil looks over, and then back again. "I do believe they're a wizard's robes, m'boy. And oh, have a seat, have a seat! I can tell you've just come back from an adventure! ...you get those sort of senses when you're ancient, you know," he confides. And then reaches up, adjusts his lenses. And looks over at the cuddling pair, and then back again. "Are you entirely /certain/?" he asks Boshter. And to the sildanyari, "Do you two need any change? Why, I've been in places like yours--oh! When I was younger! ...I'd be happy to spot you a few coppers if you need a place to continue...oh. ...well, I suppose we don't mention that in polite company, do we?" he asks, looking back to Boshter.

"I... I..." Boshter can't help it any more. He starts to laugh helplessly.

Zahd nods and says, "I feel like I am still on that adventure being stuck in this form." He gestures to his body. He too watches the cuddling pair as he takes his food and drink and plops down next to Abrahil. He asks, "So what's the story with them?" as he headnods towards the couple next to the fireplace.

Abrahil adjusts his lenses, and blinks at Boshter. "I was quite the rake in my day," he says, somewhat affronted. And then to Zahd, "Oh, dear. ...well...I don't think it's the sort of thing you talk about in polite society. That's why I offered to pay for their room!"

The half-elf continues to drink sedately from her wine while her comanion is trying not be visibly seething. And, strangely observant in such matters, Strike looks at Usha, then the gnome who's words seem to be connected. She turns her attention his way and ventures, "You are in error, sir. I have no amorous ambitions."

Usha "And we're not gentlemen!" Usha suddenly yells, turning towards the gnimes. "If this is some weird ploy to get me to prove it, you,re going to be sorely dissapointed!" she says then. Then becomes acutely aware of how loud her outburst was. "I'm just... going to crawl into the fire now." lUsha says, and sort of slumps over infront of t.

Zahd slaps his knee and says, "Ah it appears we have become the literal highwaymen of passion this night." With a bit of cruel joy in his voice he comments, "Perhaps we should have spoken more silently as to not interrupt their mating rituals?"

"Oh!" Abrahil's ears turn a touch red. "Are you /sure/ they're not...?" he asks Boshter, before quite choking on his drink. He thumps his ancient chest. He is quite old, you know!

Boshter is still laughing. Even harder after Usha's outburst, actually.

Zahd nudges Abrahil as he finishes down his own drink and puts the bowl of whatever it was made into a stew back on the tabletop. He says, "How about we make ourselves over to a more decent bar, old man. You can tell me a story of your adventuring days."

Looking between the two tiny males, in all of the woes of her predicament, Strike has managed to find a silver lining: She wasn't brought back as a gnome. She watches Usha crawl toward the fireplace and frowns in some small concern, judging her to be relatively safe from the flames, the half-elf makes her way toward the barkeeper to order some food.

Usha Usha just curls up in an embarassed ball of embarassment by the fire. Emerging occasionally to drown her woes in wine.

Zahd grabs up his little greatsword and straps it to his back as he exits the pub the same way he came in, injurred and gnome.

Zahd goes OOC.

Zahd has left.

Usha has partially disconnected.

Usha peeks out once she thinks it's safe. "So. Strike, what was your first day as a... well, organic like?" she wonders.

The half-elf's gait halts and she is still and silent for a few as she thinks back to that time. As little as she likes her current circumstances... thinking back to those first moments...? There is something in her voice as she answers simply, "I woke up... in hell..."

Dramatis Personae

ABRAHIL

What more is this than a bookish creature? A slayer of pens and not of swords, a small man who stands firm before the terror of RPS reports, who slays the paper dragon despite its toothsome, staple-filled growl.

And yet, a cheerful man, for facing all these tribulations. A cheerful one with a grandfather's warm expression. A balding spot in an otherwise handsome crop of hair. His pouty, fat lips are creased oft with a vague smile, as though because of the strain of such a life, as though, in the middle of a sentence, he forgets it's there or what he'd said. His lengthy nose juts handsomely outward in gnomish fashion, its occasional twitch almost anticipatory, as though something terrible might happen any moment. The nose itself is overseen by a paur of bushy, alabaster brows, which themselves oversee two twin, expressive caverns that house his eyes.

He wears a set of half-moon spectacles, edged and rimmed in ornate, almost playful gold, and as he speaks, his nose wags over his paunch, itself a thing to be impressed of. He pats it fondly now and again, and it's been known to proceed him into doorways and pathways, and hitherto and yon.

BOSHTER

Oh no! A Hobgoblin!

This one is of a bit more than typical Hobgoblin height, standing at about six and a half feet in height, with a corresponding bulk that comes in the form of large muscles. His skin, as this specimen of Hobhood is certainly male, is an orangeish color. It is as if he'd eaten more carrots than was humanly possible. He has a full head of dark grey hair, the length of it pulled into two braids that reach down to his midback. His beard is long enough to've also been pulled into a braid as well. His eyes, while yellow being normal for Hob, give the impression that he has a serious case of jaundice. They have a slightly beady look to them. At the moment, Boshter is dressed in a simple, white robe that looks to be pretty darn nice and clean.

STRIKE

She stands just shy of six foot, a woman with diluted elven features and a frame promising both grace and strength, belied by soft skin of a warm, dusky grey. Her hair is an ivory shade, easily beltlength, though bound up into a topknot at the back of her head. Her eyes are dark pools, nearly black, but for the barest glimmer of brown in stronger light, an intensity in their gaze. There is a tension, an unrest within her posture, joined on occaision by the uncharacteristic stumble or forshortened grasp.
Her attire is tailored to grant her room to move, yet snug enough in places to keep incidental rustling to a relative mnimum. A grey tunic of cotton, loose at the collar, tapers with her waist, the loose sleeves hemmed at the elbow. With some better luck, she has secured a pair of leather breaches, primarily of a sooty black, though the occasional chocolate hue of a scuff mark nars it's surface. Over these, a pair of boots, probably the most fortunate fit of the lot are laced snugly to the swell of her calves before turning back upon themselves, leaving the heel and toe to view. Assorted belts dripping with small pouches cross at her narrow waist, while others belonging to her crammed travel pack, are cinched at the shoulders. Aside from the points of what could be three-pointed shuriken protruding from some of the pokets sewn into the soft leather braces at her wists, her only weapon seems to be a humble quarterstaff of aged hickory.

USHA
There are a few things one is likely to notice about Usha, right off the bat. The first, in all likelihood, is the fact that she is quite obviously a Shadow Elf. Dark grey, almost jet-black skin, silvery white hair, red hued eyes- there's no disguising it. Starting from the top, her silvery hair- and there is a LOT of hair- is in a rather complex, three part style. Loose, messy bangs hang down over her face, to her shoulders. On top of her head, much of her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and bound with black leather binding, the tail hanging down to the middle of her back. Yet still more hair flows in silvery waves, down nearly past her rear. Her eyes are red, almond shaped but large and expressive. Her nose is very slightly upturned, and her lips are thin, her mouth wide and similarly expressive- often formed into a genuine smile. Her dark black skin is blemish-less, not showing the scars of battle, or the rigors of a working youth. Her frame is very slight, girlish, though not emaciated-possessing the typical elven lean muscleature.

She's wearing a white shirt-like top, with a low box-cut neckline that reveals very little due in large to her having little to reveal. The sleeves reach her wrists, and the material is snug. It reaches down to her waist. The whole top is embroided in black with a spiderweb pattern, emanating from a small silver disk, bearing the image of a spider, resting just over her bellybutton. She also wears a pristine white skirt- it's an elegant thing that falls to just below her knees, with slits reaching half way up her thighs for mobility. On her feet, she wears a pair of calf-high boots, made of black leather. At her waist, she wears a sword belt which is host not only to a fencing rapier, but also a small crossbow and quarrel of bolts. When she speaks, her accent is distinct as Charn-elven.

ZAHD -in this scene, still suffering from being temporarily turned into a Gnome version of himself, he normally looks like:

Before you is a human who's skin has been bronzed by years spent in the sun, giving away his Dranei heritage. His body appears to have been sculpted from marble as his muscular physique is well above most men, even by Dranei standards. Standing somewhere around six feet in height, he holds himself upright with confidence.

His short brown hair has been cut to function rather than style. It appears to have been attacked by a pair of gardening sheers. A faraway look rests with the deep brown eyes that he views the world through. A very prominent jaw draws away from the scars that adorn his face. His left cheek appears to have been mauled by a beast.

He wears an old black cloak which partially conceals a greatsword strapped to his back. The blade is a bit thicker than normal but has an unusual quality about it. His blackened breastplate seemed to have been made especially for him as it fits his muscular body perfectly but leaves his arms exposed. Covering his legs are brown cloth trousers that are a few sized too big and held up by a piece of rope. The trousers are tucked into a pair of leather boots that seem to have taken quite a bit of wear as they have been patched several times.

[[Category:Logs]]

TW: Fun Gal Farmer in the Dell pt2

2021-11-30T22:53:52Z

Strike:

<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;">
== Log Info ==
*Title: (TW) Fun Gal Farmer in the Dell pt2
*Emitter: Jinks
*Characters: Ravenstongue, Aryia, Seyardu, Venom, Paenitia, Lysos
*Place: Western Alexandros
*Time: Monday, November 29, 2021, 1:59 PM
*Summary: Having followed Zhag'un and encountered a caravan with people he recognizes, the adventurers find themselves in a fight with several mushrooms. To say nothing of the wagon crew, who are both infected with the Purple Pox, and almost shroombies themselves. Our heroes prevail, managing to avoid catching an infection. They are joined by Lysos, who is not looking good. She reveals there is a cavern, which they investigate. It's full of the fungi. Fortunately, Eusta has a soluation. A bomb. A really big bomb. She arms it and everyone runs for cover. It explodes. It seems to have solved the problem, but it still might be a good idea to avoid this place.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Ravenstongue 5'0" 99 Lb Half-Elf Female Short half-elf girl with violet eyes and black hair.
Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a resolved look about her.
Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Venom 5'6" 130 Lb Human Female A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.
Paenitia 3'0" 34 Lb Halfling Female A Lucht knight, dark skinned in bold feathery finery.
Lysos 5'6" 105 Lb Human/Tsuran Female Dark eyed tsuran girl.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= NPCs of Note =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Eustangellabledine Kikniddledern Gnome Female A slightly(?) insane gnomish woman, rival of Dana.
Zhag'un Orc Male A recently recovered Purple Pox survivor. Helping out.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jinks 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=</pre>

It's a miserable day in Alexandros. The sky seems oppressively low with clouds, rain, and now mist washing the world a gloomy grey. The grass is wet and slick and earth has turned to mud.

With the help of contracted mercenaries, Zhag'un had managed to find the general area of where he and Nanthuilith had encountered the infectuous spore cloud. Eustangellabledine fell behind as the party scoured the region, distracted by her survey for temple-requested reagents.

The more keen-eyed of the group noticed a duo (no, trio) of stray travelers attempting to right a tipped wagon. An effort to make peaceable contact was made, the infected persons leting out odd shrieks of alarm that seemed to summon malicious ambulatory fungi: the myceloids.

Venom took alchemical steps to slow the smallest fungus and subdue the sick travelers. Perhaps hoping to later see to their infections but the Oruch, Zhag'un, seems intent on putting them out of their misery entirely. The paladina on Ramirez has stepped to meet the charge of two hostiles while a third broke through the brush on its way towards the half-Sil sorceress, Ravenstongue.

Many have felt the bolstering magics of Althea's blessing, called down by the silver sith-makar, Seyardu, and Aryia readies to spring from cover having focused energies and made resilient her flesh.

<pre>GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0+2: (12)+14+2: 28
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (4)+3: 7 (cold iron/silver/magic blg dmg)</pre>

As that familiar energy washes over Aryia, she peers out from behind the carriage through the rain. The largest creature gives her pause, but she shakes her head and focuses. Off in the distance, she could see a smaller fungoid approaching the less armored of the party. She squints.

Brushing past Venom, she flashes a quick, "Defending!" to her fellow mute and sprints off to the east. She skids to a stop in front of them, a fist coming down to bleed off the rest of the speed as she body block the fungoid from advancing. <Handspeech>

<pre>GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+11: (18)+11: 29 (Big Fungus will claw, claw at Paenitia.)
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+11: (11)+11: 22
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d8+9: (3)+9: 12
GAME: Fungus damaged you for 2 points of nonlethal. You have 2 total.
GAME: Fungus damaged you for 7 points. 68 HP remaining.
GAME: Paenitia rolls fort+1+5: (16)+9+1+5: 31 (+5 Anti-Toxin)
<OOC> Jinks says, "Blinded, Boti will try to have a shank at the roaring oruch nearby."
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+5: (1)+5: 6 (EPIC FAIL)
<OOC> Jinks says, "Eusta 5' back and fires her crossbow."
GAME: Eusta rolls 1d20+12: (11)+12: 23
GAME: Eusta rolls 1d6: (1): 1
<OOC> Jinks says, "Angler will attempt to sling the oruch."
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+6: (16)+6: 22
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d100: (1): 1
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d3-2: (1)+-2: -1</pre>

The battle is joined! The largest of the myceloids looms over hippogryph and rider, its flared crown acting as a sort of umbrella; casting a shadow and blocking out the rain. Jelly-drop eyes glare maliciously as it grabs out, reaching over her mouth to wound the paladina.

The grubby, soaked, and blinded half-Sil tries to stab at the loud oruch nearby but trips, falling to his knees and losing his blade in the muddy grass.

The smaller fungus-monster scurries around behind the largest, tearing through underbrush and squishing over the wet earth on his way towards the backline of creatures attacking its home.

Kikniddledern barks out an alarmed shout, stumbling back through the bush and raising a crossbow to fire. Her aim is true but the missile isn't up to the task of piercing the creature's hide; it bounces away like a tossed twig.

The bloated, fit-to-burst Lucht loads another missile with a practiced ease and whips the sling overhead. He turns an ear nearly swollen shut by the grows on his face and picks out the shouting oruch. A flick of the wrist and a pebble hits Zhag'un in the bridge of the nose. The oruch doesn't seem to notice.

<pre><OOC> Paenitia says, "I'll take extra attack, for both of use"
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3: (18)+11: 29
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3-5: (8)+11+-5: 14
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3: (8)+11: 19
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 (THREAT) (Ramirez Beak)
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 (Confirmed)
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 (THREAT)
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (11)+8: 19 (Not Confirmed)
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (3)+8: 11
GAME: Paenitia rolls damage3+8: aliased to 1d6+2+8: (2)+2+8: 12
GAME: Paenitia rolls 2d6+8: (8)+8: 16
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d4+4: (3)+4: 7
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d4+4: (1)+4: 5 (12 by Pae, 31 by Ramirez)
GAME: Paenitia rolls sense motive: (5)+13: 18</pre>

"Zhag'un! They attack you, why?" The grinning knight calls out, as she faces off against a giant mushroom. Somehow, this would be better if she was glittering, and tiny. With fairy wings perhaps.

"You! Stop!" She calls, as one of the littler fungi darts around to her south, just out of range.

She has challenged a target, she should focus on it. She does. With a loud, "hiyaaa!" She thrusts her lance, plunging it deep into the fungus flesh. This little piggy went to market.

'RAAAA!' Ramirez snaps his head forward, tearing a chunk out of the mushroom cap with his beak. It's tossed to the side, as he rears and rips. Talons criss cross, making a weave pattern as he rips into the mushroom. This big peacock is going to town. Yes.

It seems like the three infected people are just attacking whatever is closest. The oruch definitely has a beef with the armored Charnese fellow.

<pre>GAME: Ravenstongue casts Magic Missile. Caster Level: 3 DC: 15
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls 2d4+2: (6)+2: 8
<OOC> Ravenstongue says, "Backing up to 15,15 and that's that. :)"</pre>

Ravenstongue has never seen Aryia fight before. That has suddenly changed in a manner of seconds that Ravenstongue didn't even think was physically possible outside of the best of the action stories she read as a young one--the ones she remembered, that is.

And yet she witnesses Aryia coming in like the wind, her punch just as swift as a gale. Ravenstongue feels the wind knocked out of her chest in sympathy for the shroom--but that sympathy is just as quickly forgotten when she remembers a split second later that the mushroom is trying to kill her. "Thank you!" she calls out to Aryia as she sends two small magic darts at the mushroom--always finding their mark.

<pre>GAME: Venom rolls perception: (14)+13: 27
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+27: (13)+27: 40
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+5: (20)+5: 25
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+5: (17)+5: 22
GAME: Jinks rolls 4d6+6: (18)+6: 24</pre>

Unaware of the danger pounding through the forest, Venom is surprised when an invisible force bites deep and hard at her thigh. Then its there-- in a blink-- a quadrupedal plant amalgamation that's seems to be nearly all maw and jagged teeth at this distance. Then it's gone again, leaving only the hint of an outline as the rain patters off its invisible form.

It's hard to make out behind the titanic battle between the giant mushroom and its winged foe, but a figure emerges from the cave... bedraggled, thoroughly sodden, streaked with mud and offal and smelling like one might expect. It stumbles, slips.. rights itself and then stumbles again. Friend? or Foe?

"Zhag'un, it is not the honourable way to fight, to attack someone on the ground." The Red Knight calls out. She's not saying stop, but letting the oruch know she has an opinion on the matter. That perhaps... she'd like him to stop.

"All, the muchroom, they go for the nearest. They are not the tactical genius, use this in your plans." Paenitia advises.

<pre><OOC> Venom says, "ok, bof extra action, flurry, blow ki for extra, stunning fist at the start, and sneak attack on any that apply"
GAME: Venom rolls weapon0: (6)+10: 16
GAME: Venom spends ONE use of STUNNING FIST.
GAME: Venom rolls 1d100: (3): 3 (50% miss, low hits)
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+7: (2)+7: 9 (Save vs Stun - Fails)
GAME: Venom rolls weapon0: (20)+10: 30 (THREAT)
GAME: Venom rolls weapon0: (9)+10: 19 (Confirmed)
GAME: Venom rolls 1d100: (34): 34 (Low hits)
GAME: Venom rolls 2d6+4+2d6: (11)+4+(7): 22
GAME: Venom rolls 1d6+2: (6)+2: 8
GAME: Venom rolls weapon0: (9)+10: 19
GAME: Venom rolls 1d100: (37): 37 (Low Hits)
GAME: Venom rolls 1d6+2+2d6: (5)+2+(2): 9
GAME: Venom rolls weapon0-5: (6)+10+-5: 11</pre>

The veiled one nods as Aryia signs past with her new direction, and her focus lingers perhaps overlong on the Mul'niessa's charge for her own good.

The sound of the bite, of an array of thorns breaching oilcloth, parting warm flesh with equal efficacy, brings a strangled huff from the shrouded figure who barely keeps her leg from buckling with the initial shock.

As the hole in the rain starts to withdraw, Venom allows her leg to yield in a controlled fold before firming up again whirling with a backfist that rattles whatever passes for brains in the ripples 'head'.

Her forging allows no less than utter resolve and discipline, and so it is that she surges forward, bringing the heavy waffled sole of her split toed boot with brutal efficiency into the center of the rainwashed anomaly to the chorus of brutalized celery and carrots.

Her opposing fist comes down in it's wake, sending another fainter choir into the air before her last swing hits only empty air whilst the unseen thing splashes into the mud.

<pre>GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+6: (15)+6: 21 (Myceloid on Aryia)
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24 (Myceloid on Aryia)</pre>

Slapped and annoyed-- you THINK that look is annoyed-- the myceloid issues a piercing whine, like a bent trumpet played from the arse of the flatulent. It begins to lumber past her, swing two heavy arms that don't quite manage to connect with the nimble pugilist.

<pre><OOC> Seyardu says, "Channel energy just barely misses the big mushroom, healing everyone as a move action for 2 charges"
<OOC> Seyardu says, "and casting invisibility purge because I've had it prepped almost 8 whole levels and darn it I'm going to use it"
GAME: Seyardu rolls 5d6: (16): 16
GAME: Seyardu casts Invisibility Purge. Caster Level: 10 DC: 17
GAME: Seyardu damaged you for -16 points. 75 HP remaining.
2 nonlethal damage healed. 0 nonlethal total.
GAME: Seyardu damaged your companion for -16 points. 52 HP remaining.</pre>

Seyardu sees everyone being attacked, and something unseen hurting Venom badly. She holds up her holy symbol, undoing magics hiding it-

Only to find a battered body on the ground. She keeps it held a bit longer, only to quickly mend some of the groups wounds.

"Do not kill those at the cart if you can! We should bring them to the guards after treating their infection." She shouts, mostly to the oruch.

<pre><OOC> Jinks says, "Zhag will maintain his rage and turn his attention to the half-Sil kid trying to stab him."
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+19: (19)+19: 38
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d10+20: (2)+20: 22</pre>

Wild-eyed and panting, the oruch considers Paenitia briefly, trying to find the meaning of her words. His mastery of the trade tongue is lacking and she has an... unusual way of speaking. He growls some kind of affirmation and takes the flail in a two-handed grip to swing it up and across-- like a bat. The hinged end finds the vagabond youth in the flank with a vicious crack and sends the waif rolling through the mud. Zhag'un spits and stocks towards the bloated Lucht.

<pre><OOC> Aryia says, "okay! Going to 5' step to 10,15 and flurry, taking extra attack from BoF"
<OOC> Aryia says, "first strike will bypass all DR, starting attacks on 9,15, then move to 10,14, tripping them on the last ki attack"
<OOC> Aryia says, "(blue mushroom getting trip attempted regardless)"
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (6)+14: 20
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (12)+14: 26
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (4)+14: 18
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0-5: (7)+14+-5: 16
GAME: Aryia rolls cmb+2: (19)+14+2: 35
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (11)+3: 14
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (8)+3: 11
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (4)+3: 7
GAME: Aryia uses an AoO! 5 remaining.
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (14)+14: 28
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (5)+3: 8
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (5)+3: 8</pre>

Aryia dips and dodges out of the way as she swiped at, using the momentum to pivot into a better position to reach the other one advancing. She strikes a grounded stance, throwing her entire weight behind the punch. Where it shouldn't have done as much, instead the fungal matter spiders and cracks, shattering where the punch lands. She's quick to follow up, grabbing onto their side and driving her knee over and over into thee creature.

Taking the initiative to ensure she didn't have more of a mess to deal with later, she snaps a kick out, then twists to drive the heel down into their chest on the way down.

Her gaze flits to the cart, and her eyes harden.

<pre>GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3+3: (15)+11+3: 29 (AOO)
GAME: Paenitia rolls damage3: aliased to 1d6+2: (5)+2: 7
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+11: (17)+11: 28
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d8+9: (3)+9: 12
GAME: Jinks damaged you for 7 points. 68 HP remaining.
GAME: Jinks damaged you for 2 points of nonlethal. You have 2 total.
GAME: Paenitia rolls fort+1+5: (16)+9+1+5: 31</pre>

"No. You stay down. Do not move." Paenitia stabs at the little mushroom nearby.

<pre>GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20-3: (19)+-3: 16 (the half-Sil stabilizes)
GAME: Aryia uses an AoO! 4 remaining.
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (20)+14: 34 (THREAT)
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (18)+14: 32
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0+damage0: aliased to 2d6+3+2d6+3: (6)+3+(5)+3: 17
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+5: (18)+5: 23
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+5: (16)+5: 21
<OOC> Jinks says, "Angler is going to try to sling and provokes an AoO from the oruch."
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+19: (16)+19: 35
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d10+20: (10)+20: 30</pre>

The giant creature attempts to push past the mounted Lucht only to have his path interrupted. Turn back, it trumpets complaint, pinching the noise into a squeal as another blow lands against the paladina.

The half-Sil urchin lies like a marionette with his strings cut, blood pooling out of his slack mouth into the muddy puddle beneath his face. He doesn't seem to move on the floor.

The loud-mouthed and fast-talking gnome is out of her element! She's grabbed a flask from her bandolier only to recall that these creatures are generally resistance to fire and heat. She mutters one sounds like one long word in gnomish and retreats, diving into a thick bush to hide.

The Lucht turns in near-panic at the sound of the larger combatant approaching. He lifts his arm to ready his sling just before taking the massive flail in a downward chop. It pulps his hand, pushes through his shoulder, and bursts his sagging flank. There's a sad cough of thick purple spores dashed by the rain and the little man folds, spilling out a slimy, half-formed fungal creature that twitches covered in offal and syrup.

<pre><OOC> Paenitia says, "full attack, use BoF for extra attack"
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3+3: (9)+11+3: 23
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3+3-5: (20)+11+3+-5: 29 (THREAT)
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3+3: (12)+11+3-5: 21 (Not Confirmed)
GAME: Paenitia rolls weapon3+3: (3)+11+3: 17
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (15)+8: 23
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (6)+8: 14
GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+8: (9)+8: 17
GAME: Paenitia rolls damage3+8: aliased to 1d6+2+8: (5)+2+8: 15</pre>

Turning her attention back to the large fungus, after it wapped her, Paenitia thrusts once more. Once more, the Red Knight pierces deeply with the point, narrowly avoiding something important.

Ramirez caws loudly, landing and snapping, then flapping his wings to buffet as he claws two more times. So close, yet they still miss. He claws are turning up sod more than mycellium.

"You, from the cave, speak please." The little knight calls out, focused on her challenge, but still aware of the battlefield.

<pre><OOC> Ravenstongue says, "Magic Missile-ing shroom at 9,15. Trying to finish it off."
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls 1d4+1: (2)+1: 3
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls 1d4+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Ravenstongue casts Magic Missile. Caster Level: 3 DC: 15</pre>

Ravenstongue keeps on it with more of her magic darts. She sends them to the shroomfolk assaulting Aryia and is satisfied when she sees the larger one is knocked over from one dart. "Yes! I did it, Pothy!" she whispers happily to her raven.

Pothy is merely preening his feathers. Apparently Ravenstongue will have to present him edible mushrooms to get his interest.

<pre>GAME: Lysos casts Grease. Caster Level: 8 DC: 17
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+4: (5)+4: 9</pre>

Lysos tries to call back, to answer the demands she identify herself.. though she still has absolutely no idea what's going on. She continues to stumble, northwards.. trying to get past the giant mushroom which she is at least confident is something she doesn't want to be near. But when she tries to call out, all that comes out is a hacking cough, accompanied by some dirty sludge that has her nearly falling back to her knees as the fit overtakes her. She continues to cough, clearing her throat, then puts her hand against a stump as she looks back. A moment to steady herself, concentrating.. and then she releases the small amount of mana she has managed to gather, sliding one hand against the other as she rasps, "Lubriakum!" The ground underneath the giant fungoid takes on a sheen, just as the lumbering myconid takes a step.. and it loses purchase, and falls.

<pre>GAME: Venom rolls weapon3+3: (5)+11+3: 19 (vs Touch)
GAME: Venom rolls 1d12+1: (4)+1: 5</pre>

In the wake of her vegicide, Venom straightens in time for the refreshing wash of divine warmth to suffuse and repair her leg, staunching the flow of blood.

She turns on her heel, nodding a veiled head toward the Silverscale, even as the steps closer to the mushroom still foolishly pressing Aryia.

The Thunderbelcher emerges from under her poncho, comes up to her shoulder in line on the fungoid and unleashes with the loud BZZZZZ-THOOOM!

Alas, the hardened fibers of the creature prove too resilient for the round, which bounces tumbling through the air.

Her head cants.

Huh.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu casts Calm Emotions. Caster Level: 10 DC: 16
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+11: (3)+11: 14 (zhag's save)
GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16 (Guard's save)</pre>

Seyardu sees many of her foes going down quickly, but also Zhag crushing one of those at the cart. She sighs and reaches for her holy symbol again. "Zhag'un, please calm yourself!" She shouts after being ignored, before she offers a prayer that may hopefully stop the remainder from attacking, as well as the Oruch.

Zhag is gonna be fatigued and catching his breath

<pre><OOC> Aryia says, "last attack might be shattering punch, or flying kick, depending if it goes down or not"
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (16)+14: 30
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (17)+14: 31
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0-5: (5)+14+-5: 14
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (3)+14: 17
GAME: Aryia spends ONE point of KI POOL.
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (20)+14: 34 (THREAT)
GAME: Aryia rolls weapon0: (13)+14: 27 (Confirmed)
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (8)+3: 11
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0: aliased to 2d6+3: (9)+3: 12
GAME: Aryia rolls damage0+damage0: aliased to 2d6+3+2d6+3: (8)+3+(9)+3: 23</pre>

The oruch was turning, daring one of the fallen pair to stir so it would have a reason to drop the heavy head of its weapon once more. The makari magic makes the warrior visibly shrink and relax, however, and he's suddenly looking winded and tired. Blinking, Zhag'un looks across at Seyardu questioningly-- it's almost a look of betrayal.

Aryia reflexively ducks as the crack of gunfire echoes nearby. Though, to her surprise, the creature she was facing had no effects of high speed lead injection. Instead of lead, flesh is supplied, and a quick one-two jab manages to dismantle the fungoid into a heap.

She glances over to the tripped, massive mushroom, Paenitia and Rameriez having done a number of the beast through the pincushion holes and eviscerated clawing. She twists on the spot, sprints over. Jumps, cocks a leg back.

And drives her leg all the way up to the thigh in the head of the fungoid.

She flails a bit, loses her footing, and lands in a wet pile of leftovers with a >slurch<.

"Good, that you finish." Paenitia says, lifting her lance in salute to Aryia. She takes out a cloth and wipes it down. She doesn't want spores in the scabbard. Spreading disease is not her cause. "Do not do the dogroll. I think it not safe to have on you."

The little lucht twists in the saddle, looking around, her grinning mask facing the oruch, "Zhag'un, you are okay now? These are known to you?"

Still a bit confused, Lysos tries to get a little bit further away from the now fallen mushroom man.. but then stumbles to her knees, exhausted. Exhausted, miserable, still coughing.. and that itch! When she realizes she is scratching at her neck, she stares at her fingers.. her expression only more confused as she notes the bits of white fuzz standing out amidst the grime in her finger nails. "What... what in the stars is going on?"

The veiled one breaks open the longarm with a flash of movement, bringing up a steel cylinder to slip into the action and lock back into place.

Just in time for Aryia to obliterate their target before streaking through the air to end up to her hip in the massive fungoid.

Venom cocks her head again, scans the immediate area, then trots over to check on Aryia and offer a silent hand up.

"I am sorry, Zhag'un, but the battle is won, and killing them will cause more trouble." Seyardu sighs as she makes her way over to begin dragging the unconscious bodies away from the mess. "You mentioned another, are they still around? And is everyone alright? if anyone needs healing seek me out, but the two here seem to be in the worst shape. Their carriage may have clues as to what is going on as well."

Zhag'un sighs, taking a moment to replace the flail on his back and adjust the slings weight to hold snug against his back. He takes a few heavy, squelching steps and tosses the staggered guard's longsword out of reach. There's no resistance but a groan of complaint when the oruch grabs up the human's wrist, pulls back his forearm to show the tattoo there and hold his branded arm next to it. They're similar-but-different in shape. Dropping that, Zhag'un searches the armored man before producing a coiled whip from beneath the surcoat.

The half-Sil remains in the mud.

Some distance away, Eustangellabledine pokes her head from the bushes and looks around. She's covered in loose leaves and twigs and spattered with mud. Squinting through the rain to make sure there are no more of the fungusmen running rampant she slowly extracts herself and creeps towards the group. "We'reluckythatwasasmallercolony. Ionlycountedthreeandtherethralls... Oooh,hello," she adds once she notices the fallen form of the four-legged plant monster. And then Lysos is stumbling into view. "Iknowyou. Youarequitehandywithawheelbarrow!"

Aryia clambers to her knees with a groan behind her mask, her glancing up to Paenitia. "... not a dog..." she gestures belatedly. A gloved hand comes into her view. Torch-bright eyes blink, and she takes the offer to stand.

The mute nods towards the veiled one, and-

A coughing fit catches her attention, and she looks over. Her eyes widen. "L-Y-S-O-S? Damn, you look like shit. Seyardu!" she signs and whistles over to the cleric, waving at her and pointing to Lysos. <Handspeech>

Paenitia catches the tattoo reveals, and the whip. "Ah, the whip-cracker."

The Dark Lucht has some thoughts, summarizing them as "Do not pay him back all at once, Zhag'un, he will die."

She points off to the south. "Yes friend dragon, there is the one there, ah!" She faces Lysos, "You are known? Well met!"

"Snacks," Pothy whines now that all is clear and settled.

Ravenstongue just gives him a side-eye as she makes sure that her immediate person is all good and there's not any bits of mold on her anywhere. Pothy, of course, is immaculate and has no such issues with mold.

Ravenstongue gives him only a pat on the head as a consolation prize as she walks up to the group. She notices Lysos and says, "Oh! Hey--long story, we're here to find the source of the Purple Pox."

Lysos definitely isn't looking so good.. after scraping off some of the grime and mud, some of her exposed skin seems to be sporting small bruises.... bruises from which faint patches of white fuzz seem to be collecting. She coughs again, not quite the wracking fit of earlier, but still wet and phlegmy sounding. And her eyes... they are the eyes of one on the verge of panic. Of course, any longer time acquaintance of Lysos knows that panic is no real stranger for her. But at least the familiar faces keep her from trying to get away again. "Purple Pox?" Her eyes move from once face to another until they settle on Eustangellabledine. And then she groans.

<pre>GAME: Paenitia rolls heal+4: (1)+13+4: 18 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Seyardu rolls heal: (13)+8: 21</pre>

All four have the Purple Pox. The Lucht was obviously the worst-off and was close to death even before he met the business end of the oruch's weapon. His internal structure isn't normal anatomy, it was half-absorbed by the growing mushroom creature. The 'guard', half-Sil, and Lysos have all taken a considerable amount of damage from the disease and will require long term care or magical treatment.

<pre>GAME: Paenitia rolls knowledge/local: (4)+11: 15
GAME: Venom rolls knowledge/local: (6)+9: 15
GAME: Aryia rolls perception: (13)+23: 36
GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Seyardu rolls perception: (17)+5: 22</pre>

Venom helps Aryia up, quickly looking her over for injury, though, like the Mul'niessa, her attention is drawn toward the coughing.

Her grip on Aryia's hand relents with a look to glowing eyes, the returns the Thunderbelcher to it's place beneath her shroud.

She watches Seyardu tend to the caster for some seconds, unable to assist, before the oruch's antics draw her eye. Hmmm.

"Ramirez! I dismount!" Paenitia declares, and does. Straight into some muck. Which gets all over her healer's kit. Her examination of the unlucky sorceress... well it goes as one might expect.

"The Purple Pox. They all have." She says, examining the lucht next. He's obviously the worst-off. His internal structure isn't normal anatomy, it was half-absorbed by the growing mushroom creature. The flail did not improve his condition. Her grinning mask is turned towards Zhag'un. "You do him the great favour, comrade."

The others, the guard, the half-sil, and Lysos are not in very good condition. "The magic is needed here, and the long term rest. The magic, most important."

Aryia gives a thumbs up during Venom's assessment, her letting the rain wash away her the gunk from her clothes and person. She does spy the Oruch, as well as what he does and the whip he pulls out.

She turns a blind eye to whatever he decides to do with him.

The Lucht is a local. Clearly a fisherman by trade with the tackles arrayed around his person. You'd guess that the half-Sil was local, too, just based on how poor his dress is; it's hard to travel half-starved with rags for shoes and no pack or waterskin. The 'guard' is equipped for a job guarding a wagon but there's something about his dress that seems foreign.

"I understand, Zhag'un, but the Lucht and the other have little to do with the guard. Do not worry, we will make it abundantly clear to them their situation, but I will not leave them here dead." Seyardu sighs as she works on removing them from the premises. Eusta... botanist, you seem the most experienced with these fungal creatures. What do we need to do to eliminate any risk of the bodies of the ones here from causing another group to emerge? It would not do for what has been accomplished here to be undone due to that."

"Yes,yes,youremember. Clevergirl." Eustangellabledine walks over to Lysos, tilting her head to inspect the markings on the Tsura, her hands on her knees as she bends. "Didyoucomeouttosettheirnestablaze? JustlikeIsuggested. Itseemstheygotyoufirst,though. That'sashame. Doyoufeelthemyceloidgrowinginsideofyou? I'mquitecurious."

The gnome stands, taking a moment to clean the worst of the rain off her gigantic glasses. Then she replaces them and looks around. "Westillneedtofindthegrowhome. Thenestingcolony. Tomakesuretheraren'tmore, yes?"

The Dark Lucht packs up her medical kit, stowing it back behind her saddle. She progresses around the battlefield, checking the fallen, observing in silence. "The Lucht, he is local. He is fisherman. He have the hooks, tackles and lures, on he person, see?"

"The half-sil boy, he local too I think. He clothes too ragged, he too much starved. A person does not travel this way. No shoes. No pack, no waterskin. The person has to be rich enough to go be poor somewhere else. He is not that rich-poor."

Finally, she comes upon the guard. She glances at Zhag'un, then Aryia. She takes a piece of the guard's clothing between her gauntlet armour, still tests it. "This one, is dress strange. The clothing is foreign, he have the Charnese weapon. Aryia, you want the look at him?"

Aryia looks between them all, rubbing her arm. "... weird. They're all different kinds of people, pulled together. These three shouldn't be mingling."

She glances to Paenitia, and her head bobs slowly. She steps forward and kneels down to examine the guard with a cold expression in her eyes. <Handspeech>

Lysos subjects herself to the examinations.. even if she didn't want to, she's not strong enough to put up much resistance anyways. The skin around her eyes tightens when the would-be-Dana-usurper asks about it growing inside of her... and her breathing quickens as she very obviously tries to figure out if she can feel it or not. "Stars... I don't know... I wasn't feeling well, and just wanted to get some fresh air.. and then I woke up here. In a cave. In the mud." She cranes her head back towards the south, raising a grubby arm to point. "Down there. There's more. Oh Stars."

Venom slowly huffs a silent sigh and looks toward Seyardu, her hands framing a, "I agree with her assessment." <handspeech>

The veiled woman look to the Oruch, guaging his posture, then watches Aryia's assess the man's gear.

The pugilist scowls heavily and drops the guard unceremoniously to the wet ground. "Charn military. Trying to recover our oruch friend here, take him back in. Probably took them and them-" she points to the half-sil and the lucht, "-in by hiring them or what not. They're just as guilty."

She looks up at Seyardu with a firm look. "The Charnite should die," she motions soberly. And a sentence she'd be willing to carry out if no one wanted to. <Handspeech>

Although Ravenstongue remembers being a young teenage half-elf, yeah, best not to assume the emotional state of the boy.

Ravenstongue presses her lips together into a thin line as she finally gets close enough to look at the half-sil. She sighs after a long moment. "He's young," she says, gesturing to the half-elf. "Young teenager. Not an adult. Either on the run and got mixed in with the wrong crowd or... Something. Either way, I know that the myceloids use the Pox infection to force the infected into labor. These people are almost certainly myceloid servants."

Ravenstongue goes on to say, "I don't think they even knew each other beforehand. Just people all caught up in this... infection."

"Oooooh," the gnome croons, eager as Lysos speaks. Following the Tsura's gaze and ignoring the dire implications. "Acaveyousay? Thatwouldbeperfect. Thefunguspeoplesdosolovethemacave." She turns to Seyardu, waving the armored sith-makar ahead. "Yougofirst. Ifwefindthebirthinggroundswecanendit." She puts loose fists together and makes a 'fwoosh' noise as she pulls them apart and splays her fingers. She's too busy thinking about the fungus colony to really worry about the interpersonal conflicts and relationships of unconscious plague carriers. She already knows she's not allowed to use them as things to strap bombs to. "Shallwe?"

Aryia quips in with a hand, "Don't forget the things the Temples want." <Handspeech>

Venom shakes her head a moment, then signs toward Aryia, "Not yet. There may be more to this man's operation. Dead, he tells us nothing." <handspeech>

Not never.

Just not yet.

"Yes, I agree with Venom. We can do so, or leave them in the prisons of Alexandria. But they may have information. And if by some chance they do get free, they will not be hidden."

The silver makari takes out a pouch and a dagger, and cuts a small handful of hair that is stowed in the pouch. "What is this you speak of about more, Lysos? More people, or more of those mushrooms? We need to burn down the place it seems. And we should deal with that."

Paenitia watches Aryia's handsign, and nods. She doesn't understand, but trusts the mul'niessa's judgement. Hopefully she didn't approve cold-blooded killing. That might have been what Aryia was asking Seyardu, to do.

Probably, it was heal them. Probably.

The Red Knight's attention is on Eustangellabledine. Her head tilts, her armour creakes, she seems more like a tin man right now, a statue. She's deciphering the woman's speech. Finally she replies, her voice still cheerful but with a colourful lilt, "Ithelpifyousing-songit, ifyouaretospeaksofast. Thecaveisthegoodidea. Ithinkyouright, thefungusisthepeacethroughmindcontrol."

Perhaps this is what the nobles in the city want it for.

Lysos just sages against the stump, having no intention of following anyone anywhere close to the cave. "I don't know. I just woke up in there. Had to climb over a few.. bodies... might be more people?" Her head sags backwards, resting on a piece of protruding bark... the picture of someone trying very hard to keep it together.

Aryia stares at those that tell her 'not now'. She curls a fist, the light in her eyes dimming a shade or two before she takes a breath. "Better for the fetch job to be a failure than to get word back that their dog ended in a leash."

She leaves the guard alone. Despite how much she wanted to drive her boot through the back of their skull.

She stops halfway to Venom, her watching Paenitia with a confused expression. Her brows pinch upwards, and she tilts her head to the side. "... please do that. I can understand that better..." <Handspeech>

"You will be fine Lysos, it is not as bad as you feel it is yet." Seyardu reassures, but then she gestures to the others. "The others, are not in nearly as good shape, I only have so much magic I can cast at one time with no exact guarantee of success with a single attempt, and there may be others within the cave that need it even more. I promise that it will be fine. But we need to deal with the cave so that our efforts to stem it here have meaning. That, and I suppose helping the temple districts with whatever they are doing."

Zhag'un stays behind as you venture off for the cave. He easily drags the half-Sil boy over and drops him atop the guard. He leaves his weapon slung and nods, crossing his arms in the rain as you disappear further into the wet forest. He shares a hard look with Aryia, exchanging what he hopes is a mute understanding...

Behind the southern treeline-- back the way from whence Lysos stumbled-- is a low hill sporting the yawning, low-angled mouth of a cave. Water falls off the higher lip in rapid drops and the whole piled, rock-ringed opening is surrounded by a low mist.

The descent is steep but easy enough, almost stepped for all the craggy, bare rocks. A few places where the sun occasionally touches are slick with moss. The sound of water dripping joins that of a low, distant rush of subterranean streams bolstered by the rainfall.

The whole place smells of sickly sweet and decay, spoiled jellies and rot. Those that need it are forced to produce lights mundane or magical.

The landing is a large cave-- easily bigger than the Fernwood-- full of death and fungal growth. Rock formations sag from the ceiling and crawl up from the ground, meeting in a few places to form natural columns.

An ancient, decrepit myceloid is wedged inert and decaying into the craggy western wall. His shape has lost its arm and legs and instead spreads out like a bed of reaching purple mush with fuzzy white clumps.

Arrayed across the floor are burst and forgotten corpses; what was once a giant, the scattered down of a rotten egalrin, and a handful of human-sized beings.

Two other forms have fallen against the back wall. They might be human or Sil or maybe even oruch-blooded but they're bloated and engorged beyond recognotion. They resemble more overlarge boils fit to burst and decorate by the ghostly remnants of vestigial limbs. The growths sweat that cloying, purple syrup and the shadows of humanoid forms stir inside. The distant keen of birthing cries begin to echo through the leaking fluids...

"Ramirez! It is the happy day!" Paenitia cries cheerfully, "You will see the inside of a cave without the wing-squeezing. It is the horse-sized roost!"

'RuuuAaahhh.' Ramire is impressed. He is not often inside, especially cavern spaces.

He picks his way down the descent, careful talon steps, until Steed and Rider arrive at the small landing. The stench is enough to make him halt, even if his mistress didn't ask. She did.

"Stop, brave one." Paenitia pats his neck. "This air bad to breathe. We should not stay long. I do not think the rescue is in time for those two." She points at the fallen forms, the boils that once were people. The keening adds to the ambience.

"Okay! I think we the birthday party. This we can join at range, with the flaming arrows? What the solution, Eusta?"

Eustangellabledine has to take her time coming down into the cave. She's not the most athletic of gnomes and easy steps for some aren't easy steps for everyone; especially when you're half as tall as most present. After having a chance to look around she begins to slip out of her backpack, kneeling and flipping open the bag to reveal a familiar contraption for those of you who interfered with her initial plan in the streets of Alexandria.

"Fantasticfantasticfantastic. Enclosedandtight. Onelittleexplosionandwe'reaaaaaaaaaalldone." She laughs, manic, and begins playing with knobs and dials, connecting a tube and twisting open a valve. "Wearequiteveryandimmediatelyclose. WewilleraseDana'sglaringmistake. Wewillbeheroes." She giggles again as her pack begins to burble and hiss.

Aryia share that same look with Zhag'un. She gives a slow nod in understanding. It was his personal vendetta, one that she knows far too well. The mute bows slightly towards him, and ventures off with the party towards to the cave.

The pugilist comes to a halt next to Venom, her brows knitting in annoyance from the smell. She spies Eusta pulling out something.

And she takes a wise step back.

<pre>GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Knowledge/Nature: (7)+8: 15</pre>

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Ravenstongue says, quiet enough to not provoke sudden myceloid ambushes but loud enough for all in the group, including the manic gnome who challenges the gods, to hear. She glances up at the cave. "Enough power and you might collapse the cave with an explosion."

Lysos had nodded her understanding to Seyardu... or at least her acceptance. Healer's gonna heal who the healer heals, after all. And then she finds herself somewhat alone.. save for the oruch some distance away, and she doesn't know him. It's almost enough to have her crawling to her feet and following.. but then she shudders at the very idea of going back into that cave. Instead she looks up at the sky, imagining the stars coming out later when night falls.. and then scowling. "You did this," she accuses them. Or something else up there. "Why do you keep doing this."

Venom considers Aryia's approach as she makes it, holding her gaze on the Mul'niessa without a sign.

There is a look to Aryia's hands, then the supine guard for a moment, and she turns back to the mission.

In the passage of time, the cave looms before them, and Venom once again finds herself en pause for a moment. Her chin dips slightly, then her Thunderbelcher returns to enjoy the weather briefly before they venture inside.

The tableau isn't a comfort, and her attention is only torn from it by Aryia drawing up by her side. She regards the mute a moment, a light touch of knuckles to the woman's arm being the intent, though her withdrawal freezes her for a moment in place.

She looks over her shoulder to the Gnome and starts to backpedal, herself, thumb bringing back the arming hammer of the weapon with three ratcheting clicks.

Just in case.

<pre>GAME: Paenitia rolls knowledge/military theory: (4)+10: 14</pre>

Big eyes made to look bigger by oversized glasses glitter up at Ravenstongue when the sorceress asks her question. Her affirming 'muahahahaha' is double-time and sounds like something an over-stimulated, sapient chipmunk might offer when particularly amused. "Exactly," she adds.

There's an ominous click as she flips a switch and eases the backpack flat on the cave floor. A gentle slosh concludes and then ticking begins. Ticking that seems to be getting louder. Quickly.

"Ifyouwouldn'tmind, jumpypunchylady..." Eustangellabledine waves Aryia foward and gestures for her to push the pack towards the center of the cave. "Comecomecome, tickticktick, timeisoftheessence."

At /that/ reaction from the crazy lady, Ravenstongue promptly leaves the cave to join Lysos. "Feathers--" <Sylvan>

Ravenstongue blinks, like she's not sure where the word on her lips came from or why, but she says, "Jeez, I really don't want to be next to her when the bomb goes off."

Paenitia examines the area, the size of the cavern, the size of the Eustangellabledine's bomb. The little lucht has no idea how big the explosion it causes will be. She can estimate though, based on similar bombs she's seen. As a halfing, she has a great scale too. Anything bigger than her, she needs to be far enough away she can't see it.

Actually, that's good for all bombs. Outside, is the minimum safe distance.

"Ole! We need out the cave!" The Red Knight leans, grabbing the gnome by the back of her jacket, and with surprising ease swings her up and behind, onto the saddle. "You hold! All, Out!"

"Aryia, step the bomb over to the other side, then all the way out. Ramireze! We go!" On the order, her peacock-andalusian turns and gallops out. "Move fast!"

Seyardu joined the others at the cave after making sure those at the cart would be okay for the moment, only to find a rather unpleasant scene unfolding. "They are, I thought we destroyed the nest, not the area itself?" She asked before moving father away herself, and running for the entrance.

Aryia nudges Venom back in the same motion, before-

She blinks, her eyes wide. Did... she just set that while they're standing right here? "You crazy bitch," she quickly flicks at the gnome before running forward and shoving the pack as hard as she can, getting all the way to the center of the cave in a record time.

Some distance at the entrance of the cave, faded after-images of a cloaked mul'neissa sprinting out of the enclosure solidify, the mute sliding across the ground and diving prone. She covers her ears. <Handspeech>

"Keep go Ramirez!" Paenitia urges. No reason to stay close.

"Did you say.... bomb," Lysos asks of Ravenstongue, opening one eye to look at the half-sil warily.

There is a certain reassurance in Aryia's return bump, though her attention is turned swiftly toward the hypercaffienatedsciencecrazylady.

Click.

Ticktickticktick....!

Her head lists a touch to one side in a silent 'really?' before Aryia is flashforwarding the payload to the address, and after a moment's hesitation, the veiled enigma turns to beat feet out of the cave, stopping once to check to see if her silent partner is indeed following.

The myceloids aren't born with a pop. The boils tear slowly and the syrup oozes lazily onto the floor; molasses flowing on a chilly day. The tear spreads and the boil begins to sag to one side. Then the sound of wet bodies tumbling as the creatures fall loose from the corpses and trumpet their greetings to the world.

The pack rasps its way across the cave floor, shoved by Aryia, and settles with another slosh towards the center of the room.

You all make your mad dash for the exit; flying, climbing, and blinking through reality to reach the surface world and the damp, open air.

Your feet find the soft earth with a splash and you continue on as some dive for cover. Eustangellabledine holds onto Paenitia for dear life, crushing herself against the back of the paladina's adamantine armor.

And then... nothing.

"Where'sthekaboom?" The gnome complains, slowly looking back over her shoulder. "There'ssupposedtobeabigka--"

And then the world ruptures. A shockwave bursts from the cave mouth that sends grit, rock, and chunks of fungus and once-people alike spewing into the air. The grass-grown earth jumps inches into the air and the a forty-foot section of the earth sags down before cracking and collapsing into a giant sinklhole smack dab in the middle of the Alexandros countryside.

The thunderclap was defeaning. Your ears ring painfully.

Paenitia can feel the mad gnome laughing in the saddle behind her.

Ravenstongue cringes from the explosion and the ringing, hands going up over her little pointed ears.

Pothy, however, keeps preening his feathers.

Cool corvids don't look at explosions.

'RAAAAWK!' Peacock-andalusians don't like explosions.

His mistress will not enjoy clearing all the dirt and earth out of his tailfeathers later, either.

Still, they got far enough there isn't too much ringing, even if she is shouting inside her armour now. "I hope you get the good view my friend. I do not want to be closer."

They wheel in the air, examining the sinkhole from above.

The air displaced by the explosion whips Lysos's sodden, mud crusted hair about her face.. and then the shaking ground tips her over. She lets out a startled squawk, but it's lost in the roar of the explosion and rushing wind... when it's over, she's once again face down in the dirt. She struggles to right herself again, though she eyes the stump distrustfully.. then with a groan she struggles to her feet.

The veiled one manages to land with reasonable grace as the ground suddenly lurches underfoot with the thunderous roar of the somewhat delayed(?) explosion. Her oilcloth shrouded form pelted with little bits of earth...

... pebbles...

...Bob and Tom....

Venom manages to backhand a decent sized rock out of course to her face before her hands come up to the sides of her head once the debris has finished it's support of the monsoon, and she hesitantly brings a hand up to shakily sign, "Status?" <handspeech>

Aryia buries herself prone into the ground as the explosion rocks the earth, making her roll a few feet along the way. Not only was she half covered in the gunk and mud, now dirt and grass coats her like a tarred and feathered fool.

Despite her trying to protect them, her ears ring loud.

She lays there for a moment, heart pounding, eyes wide from the sudden and violent experience. The mute slowly peers from the ground, looks around for Venom, and gives a shaky thumbs up.

The flops back onto the ground, face first. Bleh.

Seyardu was not the first one out despite being the last one in, as they were not the most coordinated. But somehow they manage to get out just before the explosion is going off, which sends the silver sith-makar tumbling quite a bit as everything rains down. "Is everyone alright?" She asks after rolling onto her back. "That was an excellene plan, blowing up the cave and sending the infectious material we were trying to destroy flying into the air." She adds.

The rumbling shockwave fades quickly, the feel and sound of rainfall returning. The mad laughter of the gnomish alchemist echoes down from the heavens. Perhaps a preview of her future ascension and usurpation of Dana's throne. She pats Paenitia emphatically on the back, excited beyond words.

Zhag'un looks up from where he'd crouched and covered his head, turning his lip into a snarl at the obvious source of the continued insanity. He checks the two prisoners roughly, lifting them by the collars to confirm their breathing before dropping them back into the mud. He stands, pulls down the wagon with one mighty tug, and lifts the ragdoll men into its bed.

"OH!" Eustangellabledine calls down, leaning over in the saddle to point at the bush she'd hid in during the myceloid attack. "THOSEROOTS! THEYCANUSETHOSEROOTS! GRABTHEBUSHES! COMPLETESUCCESS!"

Hopefully the success is complete. Hopefully Seyardu is wrong and the heavy rain and dispersal of the spore is enough to negate its infectious properties. Hopefully the mad little gnome didn't get too carried away in trying to destroy some of Dana's creations that she didn't consider the ramifications of her actions.

: ...

Still. It might be a good idea to put up some markers and roadsign suggesting people steer clear for a bit. Just to be safe.

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==Combatty==
<pre> ===================== Current Initiative Order - Round 1 =====================
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20 Boti
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18 YoMy
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17 Eusta
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15 Angler
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13 Ravenstongue 1 Flat-footed (0 rnds remaining)
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11 Doggy
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10 Venom 1
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10 My
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6 Seyardu 1 Flat-footed (0 rnds remaining)
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5 Zhag
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Meet the Egg-Watchers

2021-11-30T17:18:07Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Meet the Egg-Watchers
*Emitter: Cryosanthia
*Characters: Cryosanthia, Braelnoir
*Place: W02: Mictlan
*Time: Monday, November 29, 2021, 2:41 PM
*Summary: Braelnoir arrives in Mictlan, at the Nesting Grounds. She interrupts some strength training and is challenged by the Egg-Watchers. She's facing Xochi, a Korrite, who seems to want a fight. The grand dame and the other two Korrites talk them both down, explaining a lot of patience is needed. Some of their philosophy is covered, and Cryo discusses tasks she wants to complete as well as ideas she has for making Brael's training more interesting.</div>

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Located within the Deep Woods, and hours past Wilderness Pointe, in the heart of its northern woods, bones frame this hollowed-out space. Massive and heavy, they reach towards the sky, meeting--almost--in the center like great and worn stalagmites. Or giant teeth. After a few seconds--it's quickly evident that this is a space carved from a dragon's bones. A very, very large...dragon's bones. The air smells of ash, brimstone, and earth. Underneath the apex of the bones lie the workings of a central Fire.

The grounds are run by shamans of the sith-makar, and the sacred space dedicated to the Death Singing Dragon, one of their names for the goddess, Vardama. There are always a number of them about, from a mixture of tribes. Formally, the sith use it to sing the souls of their dead back to the land of Wing and Flame, and celebrate the Memory of Blood. It was here that brave heroes stood, and vanquished the ashen warriors of old, thereby freeing the land from Thul's curse. Informally, it is a gathering place.

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<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing in Order -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia 6'9" 291 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Braelnoir 5'11" 146 Lb Human Female A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver.
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Nahuatl Sith-Makar Female A copper-scaled, elderly, grand dame, Nest-Mother mother.
Xochicotzin Sith-Makar Female A red-scaled, mesomorphic, Egg-Watcher, gravid.
Tayanna Sith-Makar Female A green-scaled, muscular, Egg-Watcher, patient.
Yaotl Sith-Makar Female A black-scaled, sturdy, Egg-Watcher, very patient.
Little Fang, 'Lily' Kobold Female A pinkscale youngling in a leather dress, Cryo's daughter.
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"Lower! Adopt the Swiftclaw riding stance, turn your feet out. Crouch, low as you can, do not let your tail touch. Hold position." An elderly copper-scale sith'makar instructs. While it is a strength training exercise from a martial tradition, there are a few discrepancies. Nahuatl is a sensei of a different sort. She's an overseeing nest-mother. Her students, expectant nest-mothers to be.

Two of her pupils, a whitescale and redscale, take to the exercise. Three others do not, immediately complaining.

"Ow. Oh. Ow. How long do we have to stand like this? There are things to read." A brass-scale says, pushing up to a standing 'rest' position almost immediately.

"This one could build a little stool." A crouching bronze-scale suggests."

"Most generous to offer. This one would buy it." A gold-scale answers.

"No supports are possible," Nahuatl states.

There's a glance her way from the bronze scale, crafter challenge accepted.

The class is taking place outside of the nesting pyramid in a nearby cleared area.

There comes an outsider to the site of the pyramid, her silver hair writhing freely to the breeze.

Her militant accoutrements are ever-present, and her underlying attire is geared more to provide cooling and airflow than worry about the smaller pests that struggle against the draconicly infused hide lurking beneath her mammalian skin.

With the Scythe propped blade down over her shoulder, Brae draws up to watch the venerable copper school the ladies in the new disciplines they need to work on, but doesn't make to interrupt.

Immediately, the outsider is challenged.

There is a palisade surrounding the pyramid, made from living trees with a few fences between larger gaps. The entrance has some big bushes. This foliage conceals two sith'makar, who simply appear. A black-scale and a green-scale.

Immediately, the red-scale pops out of her crawling lunge and moves to join the two. This lures the white-scale into following her. "Xochi, relax," Cryo cautions, "She's expected."

"Oh, can we all stand up now?" The metallics are standing.

"No. Resume."

There's a wall of scales of various colours in front of the silver-haired Merc. The whole range, only blue is missing.

Braelnoir's scythe shoulder bunches as the guards emerge, and her free hand opens at her side, though, aside from giving them a tactical once over, she makes no other provocative action.

No fear, and the symbol of Kor at the back of her fist surely warns the militant what her answer would be if someone gets froggy, as the merc gets met by the watchers.

Cryo's arrival is met with a grin, "'ey, luv. I fashionably late'r what?" she quips.

The two seem all business. The merc is examined with steely eyes, drawn out inhalations which definitely are checking her scent, memorizing it. The green one reacts, as if she smelled something unusual, her head tilts.

It's the red-scale however, who responds further. She's clearly Warrior-caste, from her build and scars. She moves like the other two. Unlike the black and green pair, she's not armoured, doesn't have a weapon and is obviously gravid. All of the nest-mothers are far along, at an awkward and inconvenient size. "Another softskin? Why Cryo? No friends among the people?"

"Xochi..." The whitescale starts.

"Back me up." The red-scale glances at the green and black. There's a marking on the side of her neck, covering an injury to the scales. She's one of Kor's.

"Earlier... might have been better." Cryo says, having an epiphany. So this is what it feels like.

Braelnoir still hates that fucking word, and the human faintly, but visibly bristles at sound of it, but her wolflike eyes lock to those of the red tracking her movement and she growls and hisses, "Cryosanthia is my sister." <Draconic>

There is the flick of a glance to bellies, to spacing, and the mark on the ruby's neck. The scythe is set to freefall beside her, and her fingers splay like talons, though still capped with their flimsy mammalian tips.

Her pupils, however, draw into slits as the alertness to battle starts to join her particular pheremonal cocktail.

"She is sister. She is kin." Cryosanthia emphasizes, holding a hand out towards the red-scale, but not touching. Her hand is splayed in a similar fashion as Braelnoir's.

The black and the green haven't said anything. It clicks, the green is waiting, as is the black-scale, ready to move, step in. One will take the merc, the other the red-scale.

"Xochicotzin," a voice says sternly, the elderly makari that was guiding the others, "You are not Egg-Watcher now. You are Nest-Mother. You do not need to challenge."

"But Tayanna and Yaotl rise. This one rises..." Xochicotzin protests.

"They are Egg-Watchers to you, also, not with you." The copper-scale insists.

Cryo's scents are absent, as they often are when she's stressed or being diplomatic, "Tayanna, Yaotl, this is Braelnoir.." <draconic>

"I would not slay the eggs of a nest-mother needlessly." The mammalian returns in a steady tone. She sees the other two holding ready to break things up, then, "But neither will I let you slay me, Xochicotzin." <draconic>

Brae holds her ready posture, taking the red's name from the copper's words, then Cryosanthia's.

A breath.

Two....

"What's th'word, girls?"

"Xochi, return to your nest, practice your squat." Nahuatl directs, in tones both firm and understanding. The female elder has centuries worth of horns, and scales that have tarnished into deeper versions of copper colours. "Trust your Egg-Watchers to test Cryo's." <draconic>

This order seems enough, the red's spines slowly lower, her ready posture weakening. She slaps the black-scale on the shoulder, "This one will lay, then have your backs again."

The two nod, then wait. Once Xochi has taken a few steps towards the green-scale shakes her head, "not her." The blackscale adds, "you will fight one of us."

Cryosanthia moves around to stand beside Braelnoir, facing the pair, self-consciously straightening in a way that might have disguised her gravid condition, if she was wearing more than a loin-cloth and wasn't near the end. Her curves are too big to hide without magic. "This is for training, yes? This is not some... tail measurement exercise?." <draconic>

The other two look at Braelnoir. Their answer seems to be, it depends...

Braelnoir is steady, though, she straightens into a more relaxed posture as Xochi backs up, and her Kor branded fist rises to clap twice against her cuirass as the woman bows her head, "May your eggs hatch strong and fine." she offers.

Invoking peace between Korites being... well, you know.

There's a slow bow of respect to the elder then, it seems the girls step up to take up her task.

A soft 'hmmm', then, a sidelong glance to Cryo as her sister flanks her, "My strength must meet the measure, sister."

Then, of her would be challenge, she arches an eyebrow, "Shall I shed my armour?" <draconic>

"Good." The green-scale says, "Don't fight the Egg-mothers. Their condition makes them..." She glances at Cryosanthia, looks down, looks up, examines how the whitescale is standing, her weight distribution. "... constipated."

"What!" Cryosanthia jerks more upright, "I am not..."

The other two hiss with amusement, interrupting her protests. The greenscale continues, "Thiss one is Tayanna. Smell her Yaotl, sshe hass the blood." <draconic>

The black-scale moves, first to Braelnoir's side, then around behind her. The merc is flanked now, and sniffed. "Sshe doess."

The pair look at each other, the black-scale tilts her head, "Don't you fight, in armour? You wissh uss to sstrip?." <draconic>

The Korite's been examined plenty of times on the muster, and there's been a few bar brawls that started with the circling, so it doesn't get her hackles up.

"Constipation gets t'us all, now'n then." the human replies with a grin to Cryo. It's... interesting seeing Sith bypass the formalities to take a little piss out of her sister.

It's certainly novel.

Back to the others, "Well met." she offers, then, "I do, but you are not wearing any. Sometimes threats come when we are not prepared." <draconic>

"I am not! This one is not!" Cryo crosses her arms firmly, they're resting on the upper curve of her belly. This emphasizes it more. She shifts her weight from one side, then the other, adjusting the distribution. This is followed by more shifting of her stance, placing her arms down to the side, holding the underswell. Discomforted, she gives up. She's pregnant, there's no hiding it.

"This one still is not." She grumbles.

"Well met." The black-scale says, repeated by the green-scale, "Well met. We need. To see you fight, to fight you, to practice not stepping on the hatchlings."

"To be patient. Very Patient." The black-scale adds.<draconic>

Braelnoir lifts a hand to Cryo's shoulder, "Easy, luv... they's just havin' some fun with ya." she says with a little smile.

As the Egg-Watchers elaborate on how things will go, she looks back their way and nods, "A'ight, that's reasonable enough." She picks up her scythe, then, and sets the butt against the soil, "How patient is 'very patient'?"

Cryo's shoulder is stiff, though she relaxes at her scale-sister's touch. Her tail loosens to sway behind. She looks at Braelnoir, then the two Egg-Watchers.

They both look at her, then heads turn in unison to gaze at Braelnoir. They have the same gem-like eyes as the whitescale. Different colours, but still empty-seeming, emotionless. "Sshe did not tell you?"

The blackscale, Yaotl, rests her hand on Braelnoir's shoulder, "You would not be assked, if you have not sseen your limitss. Sseen herss."

"Mosst Nesst Motherss, they are fine." The green-scale adds, "The oness that are not. They are that bad."

"Very patient." The black-scale hisses again.

Their message: 'you know how crazy she can get? She wouldn't have asked you if you hadn't gotten equally crazy. So you have to be patient enough to handle your or her crazy.'

"All of uss, have losst something." Tayanna adds, "We sspare the Nesst Motherss, losss, undersstand the wild inssinctss." <draconic>

The softening of Cryo's shoulder makes her feel better, and Brae's attention returns to the Watches, "We've had our moments, yeah..."

The hand on her own, though, momentarily surprises her, but her hand lifts to cover it. Her left ear twitches slightly, as the talk of loss elaborates, then, "Yeah..."

A look to Cryo, then, back, "How d'we do this, then...?"

"You musst not hurt them." The blackscale says again, "Musst be patient. Firm. The Hatchlingss, the Nestlings, The Nest-Motherss. They will not lissten."

Both glance back at the pyramid, the greenscale bobs her head. "Very patiencess."

"Well, ah..." Cryo stammers, moving her hands like she's seeking a belt, or pockets, or haversack straps before she leaves them hanging, "This one was hoping Jinks or Faranmidahn, would use some spells to be smaller and faster."

She glances at the pyramid also, "Lily could."

"I've been a Sergeant. Firm I can do." Brae returns, though she seems thoughtful, "With... li'l ones though, I'unno."

The Korite considers the sith around her, then looks to Cryo more lingeringly, "How small we talkin'?"

"Reduce person for a lucht or a gnome, so they would be the size of a cat." Cryo says, "When they first hatch..."

She rocks her weight back and forth, adjusting her hips, swaying her self, "The eggs aren't that big. The nestlings are a foot, maybe? When they first break free.

"With shrinking, haste and grease, they could pretend to be a nestling, very easily." She summarizes, making zig-zag motions with her hands. <draconic>

"I can get down ta Lucht size b'that's it." Brae replies dubiously, "I ain't got th'know how fer the rest o'those."

The mercenary turns to the other sith, then, "So... how we doin' this?"

Both the Egg-Watchers laugh, "One of usss, might." The black-scale says, "You, have to practiss. Catching nestlings, stopping Egg-Snatchers, putting Nest-Motherss back on the nesst."

"It can be done with summoned monsters." Cryo says, "It's usually safer, at first too."

The Egg-Watchers nod. <draconic>

Braelnoir still seems thoughtful, maybe trying to put an image to this in her mind, "Sounds like sortin' a bag full'a cats." she snerks, "This'd be interestin."

"So...Nest Mothers get t'wanderin', huh?"

"Nessting fever." Tayanna, the greenscale, explains. "Want to hunt. Want to go back to daily routiness."

"You're making me sound like we go brainless, completely instinctive." Cryo complains, looking at the other two. Leaning so it doesn't seem she's arguing with her stomach.

"You become, more yoursself. You will want to move." Yaotl says, without compromise, "Ssome, will not leave nessts. At all, they go they other way."

Both nod, then repeat, "Patiencs." <draconic>

"In th'Stride, we called that 'goin' Stir Crazy'... happens if we're stuck'n one place with nothin' changing, or nothin' ta do. That makes it come on faster." Brae answers.

She turns and steps over toward her sister, gently hugging her about the neck, "Ya do get a li'l squirrely sometimes, luv, b'that's just how y'are." she whispers.

The human relaxes and steps back toward the Egg-Watchers, "I.... think I'm ready'n you are...."

"Cryosanthia. Return and practice the stance." The elder-copper scale calls from inside the pyramid.

"It's okay! Thiss one can crouch. It's no harder than holding point on toes." The whitescale calls back.

Black-scale and Green-scale both gaze like lizards at Braelnoir, heads tilted just slightly.

Cryo grins, looking at the three, "What? I can, see?" Now she's up on tip-toes. There's a lot of motion from her tail as she re-balances, but she's holding the pose. <draconic>

Braelnoir turns without a blink as she gets a double dose of The Look from her appraisers, and reaches out a hand for Cryo's shoulder, "Proper trainin's important, luv. C'mon, let's get you situated proper." she croons gently with a light smile.

She applies a very gentle pressure, let the herding begin!

Cryo is guided by her shoulder, a departing wave made to the other two Egg-Watchers, "Peace on your Nests."

She turns back to look at Braelnoir, switching to tradespeak, "They are good. They'll show you what to do. Xochi is good too, she reminds this one of you."

A long exhale, "this one also has to try and get that diplomatic mission in, before I lay, to the Raven Lords. If you're back in town could you find a few, ask... yes, ask Merek. Mikilos or another mage, who can cast Mage's Magical Mansion."

Her voice lowers, "Also, this one has an idea for storing Junior, so maybe we can change that."

Her steps are heavier, from the way her toes press on the ground. Her tail is high in counter-balance. Her eggs are large, there's a weight to them which can't be ignored. Her centre of balance is out front, her belly rocks with each step. She ignores it, pretends everything is normal, that she isn't bobbing towards a life-altering moment.

Very soon, a lot of her concerns aren't going to matter at all, she will have one task. Her nest.

"Tiasss Brraess!" A high-pitched, pink-scaled voice cries, running up and hugging a shin. An earring dances, and the little Kobold looks up at her aunt with a look that's matched by the two makari women the merc just left.

Braelnoir moves with Cryo to the limits afforded her by the elder, subtly offering stabilization as she scans the immediate path for trip hazards with the changes in her sister's gait becoming more apparant.

Eventually, though, she has to relent to let Cryosanthia move on her own.

Just in time, it seems, for the soft 'thmp!' of enthusiasm latching onto her greave, and she turns a warm smile down to her niece before sinking to the opposing knee to give the carnationscale a hug. She draws back then, stroking her headscales before brushing along a horn... to the dancer dangling from it.

"Hey, luv... yer bein' a good girl fer Ssassa?"

In lieu of awaiting the answer, she scoops up the young kobold into her arms, looking to Tayanna and Yaotl briefly, then looking after Cryo walking into a path she wouldn't know how to follow.

This, though...

She can do this.

For her.

For them.

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==OOC==

 '''Yaotl''' This is one of the more powerful baby names. It means soldier or warrior or defender.
 '''Tayanna''' One of the most lovely Aztec baby names meaning gift from God.

 <OOC> Cryosanthia says, "I was going to do sith'makar females getting ready to nest, sorts of things, so Cryo and some NPCs are obviously pregnant. Is that something you are okay with?"
 <OOC> Halani is certainly not uncomfortable with it. Just not sure how much Halani could contribute to such a scene. She's not really part of the sith community. I might struggle with her having a reason to be here.
 <OOC> Cryosanthia nods, "Well, she could be asking Cryo about Jinks. It could be when Cryo asks her to go with her to the Ravenlords.
 <OOC> Cryosanthia says, "might have come with Braelnoir, who was coming... i think."
 <OOC> Halani nods. We can see how it plays out! Might have to bow out if it distracts me too much from Jinks's scene though.

MEETUP: Requiscat and Resolve, part 2

2021-10-26T22:28:31Z

Strike:

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== Log Info ==
*Title: MEETUP: Requiscat and Resolve, part 2
*Emitter: Strike
*Characters: Aryia, Cryosanthia, Jinks, Lysos, Seyardu, Strike, Karelin
*Place: A Feast Hall
*Time: Monday, October 25, 2021, 8:08 PM
*Summary: Strike invites her friends, new and old, to a dining hall to tell her story of being reborn as a half-sil when her life as a golem ended. She is marking this day as a new stage in her life, finally casting off her original head and returning it to the smelter. It is painful and poignant, and her friends are there to share the moment and support her.</div>

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Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a resolved look about her.
Cryosanthia 6'9" 291 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Jinks 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.
Lysos 5'6" 105 Lb Human/Tsuran Female Dark eyed tsuran girl.
Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Strike 5'11" 155 Lb Half-Elf Female A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes.
Karelin 6'2" 256 Lb Human Male Tattooed Korite warrior. Tall, dark and scarred.
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Strike 5'11" 155 Lb Half-Elf Female A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes.
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Strike seems comfortable enough continuing the story with the assent of her friends, though, that does come to a brief pause as Lysos aspirates her drink.

She remains silent, though her eyes are locked on her student with some concern, before she sets about for another round of drinking.

Very well.

Game on.

"I awoke, by estimate a week later" She frowns, and the wine in her glass ripples some as she continues, "I was... in disarray. My first instinct on awakening again was to look for my master, to continue the fight, but when I went to sit up... I felt an odd tug at the back of my head..., and there was an ivory veil blocking my vision." Her hand lifts to gently flick at one of her bangs, "And I saw my fingers, as I tried to part it..."

A sigh, "I spent a great deal of time screaming. A body I didn't understand, awash in sensations unlike, or more intense than anything I'd ever known, before..."

There's a glance off toward the other table, "And when I managed to sit up... my head was staring at me from between my feet."

Karelin is, in fact, seemingly willing to facilitate Lysos' drinking. He doesn't forget himself, because, really, it's a death story. It needs whiskey. He nods to Strike, and offers her the bottle silently.

Cryo sits still, and grows a little colder. It's been a while since she's frosted up her environs and she doesn't do so at this moment. She is still causing a current of cold air.

She glances towards Karelin, looking him over, his scars, remembering the clash against himself. Her own battle was more... spiritual. Which is to say, physically laughable but emotionally fraught.

It's very easy for the whitescale to relate. She saw her own head and a complete copy of the rest of her, fight, then die. The shock of seeing one's own inert face is known to her.

"This must have been difficult, Strike. Reincarnation magic is difficult enough when one is a humanoid that already needs to eat or sleep." Seyardu notes, and sighs. "But to wake up feeling so many things, it must have been hard."

"And to see your own body there, as well. But at least, you recovered. This one is glad that you did."

Strike politely waves off the bottle, but remarks, "Once the next phase is over, I may take you up on that." with her lips pressed into an s-curve.

She sighs, then continues, "I found the battle site some time, later, salvaging what I could, but, for him, there was..." her voice hitches some, "Nothing I could do. I had to continue, though."

The considerate words of Seyardu bring the corners of her lips up some and she bows her head, "That's kind of you, thank you. I'm glad to have come to know you all."

Aryia pauses frowns some as Strike mentions being unable. She knew how it felt to be useless. But at least Strike was able to pick up the pieces. She sets her whisky down, shuddering as it burns on the way down before motioning, "Agreed. I'm glad to have met you. You've helped me quite a lot." She lightly smiles, adjusting her sleeves as she finishes her signs. <Handspeech>

"Sometimes... you can't do anything." Cryo says fatalistically, "you have to be content with what could. It sounds very difficult, I'm sorry. I'm glad to know you and hope I have helped, even if we didn't speak much about this before."

Strike nods and smiles a little more, "We've all had our moments, I gather."

With Aryia's sign, she bows her head, "I'm glad I could help, though I'm not the teacher Kanyk was."

The half-mul looks to Cryosanthia, then, her eyes a little thoughtful, "It took time to come to terms with it all. I was... sensitive to magical alterations, since, it's why I was so... out of sorts when we'd met the second time."

She takes up her wine glass and holds it up to her company, "To friendship, and the future."

"To friendship, and the future." Cryo joins the toast, although her wine glass has juice in it. She nods, "It's understandable, it was not as magical an alteration for me as it seemed, simply time spent. This one has had to deal with unexpected transformations since."

"Mine were not extreme, I can only guess how such a radical departure would have impacted you. You have come through marvelously." She opines.

To that, Aryia counters, "You helped me realize more about myself than I thought I had in me," with some hand motions. Then she grins. "Should show you later."

The toast is met with her whiskey raised high. She mouths the words, but its unheard over the din of conversation and the center artifice making noise. She slams the whole thing down, then gets some more whisky. <Handspeech>

"If you did not continue, then that would have not accomplished anything, even if it is difficult. I know that that can be hard from personal experience, but nothing so severe, yes. And this one knows one who has had to struggle with transformations as well, two in fact, or including yourself, I would suppose it is three."

Seyardu looks to Aryia, and chuckles. "I would be careful, Aryia, it seems people I know have a habit of such changes."

Seyardu raises her own glass. "To friendship and what is to come, that it will be better for those we have met along the way."

There is a little bow of the repackaged head and Strike gives a bit of a grin, "I'd like to see what you've learned. I've had some epiphanies of my own that may interest you."

The dark eyes turn toward Seyardu and she nods, "I know of several, two were afflicted by artifice. One managed to cure himself, though the other... well, I haven't so much as heard a whisper of her for more than a year."

Cryosanthia's return does give the half-mul a contemplative moment, but she arches an eyebrow, "I hope they worked out reasonably well at leart. Though the... time aspect was not initially known to me."

Aryia raises a brow at Seyardu, her holding up a hand. "Won't be doing anything like that. I don't use magic at all, except for some lights, so I should be good."

She nods to Strike, glad to see the smirk mirrored. "Look forward to it."

The topic of transformations makes her shift a bit in her seat, remembering a time when she was smaller. And had a tail. That was fucking weird, she concludes. Cutting into her meal now, she's pensive over a chewy bite. "And after? she asks with a free hand, a knife in dangling between her fingers. "How did you start getting used to your new body?" <Handspeech>

"War golems are aware of time passing, are they not?" Seyardu asks with a raised brow. "You should see what Aryia can do. It is really quite impressive. And I feel comfortable enough now that a medic or cleric need not be on hand."

"The ones I know, two of them are my friends, and you could make that number three, as well." She offers with a sharp smile.

"I can manifest wings now, that's pretty neat." Cryo says with a grin, glancing around, "There isn't really enough space in here for them, but I promise I can."

Learning to Fly, that's next on the agenda. "They're usually quite aware. Mac Bee One Gee and Seven Three Three are very, very precise regarding time. Although." The whitescale looks at Strike, "did your perception of time passing change, from golem to how you are now? This one would imagine it became... fuzzier?"

The former golem nods, "As do I."

She eases back to a comfortable position, "Well, the first few weeks were particularly.... messy." she notes with a little wrinkle along the bridge of her nose, "I understood to a point how much flesh leaked, but... the full extent of it. Now how... unpleasant most of the leaking was." There's a little blush, "Even little things like blushes and goosebumps were profoundly disconcerting."

She gives a little shrugs, "In time I found myself in Alexandria, this is where I would meet Kanyk, but that would be weeks later. I would encounter many who'e since become adventurers of note. Munch Terrowmaw, Svarshan, though his name was different when we first met, Sandy." No titles, there, everyone's heard o Sandy, she's sure, "Though many have also faded, and I've heard nothing of them in the years, since."

She chuckles a little at the time question and shrugs, "Not to the extent.." She spares a quizzical glance to Cryosanthia, and she seems momentarily uncertain, "To a point, yes. When things become busy, or dangerous, my timekeeping seems less reliable. When calm, my heartbeat is a steady enough clock, but, as you know.." there is a languid wave and a shrug, "I can get by well enough, now, though I have had to grow used to doing without many of my old advantages."

She smiles wanly toward Seyardu, "My night vision, for example."

Aryia pouts a bit, somehow with a fork waggling from her mouth as she motions. "Oh, seesh. I wouldn't know how I feel if I couldn't see in the dark anymore!" the full blooded mul'neissa motions widely. Those blazing eyes sure would cut through the thickest of night. Though, she does pull the fork free and ponder the first bits of the answer. "... yes, we do, would have never thought about it like that. Hair raising, pulse quickening, gut dropping, all those sensations." <Handspeech>

She listens closely though as Kanyk was brought up. His training went through Strike, which was now instilled in her. There's no recognition from other names, aside from Sandy. Yes. Everyone has heard of her. And probably has been shoved through many different clothes with her.

"Dvarshan," Cryosanthia says, sighing softly, "this one misses his solid presence, and guidance. He was a Sunblade and a hunter when this one arrived, a good mentor and comforting to be around."

"He had younglings, you would call them grand-children, which he has devoted his time towards and returned to Am'shere, last this one heard. He is missed and this one did not know you knew him." Cryo says, tilting her glass and taking another sip of juice.

"We are all connected in strange ways."

"To be entirely honest, I do not know that much about softskins, but, much of it is the same. And while this one does not know what it is like having hair, they do not have to deal with damaged scales falling out and being replaced, or other things."

The silver makari nods though, and smiles again. "Perhaps there are things such as that you can not do now, but there are things which you can. Perhaps you should find some goggles which can help you see in the dark. This one sometimes wish there was something similar for color at times."

"This one has heard the name before, and they seem to be a good person."

Jinks barks a little laugh, face brightening as he remembers a thing he'd forgotten in between Then and Now. "Svarshan did have his little horde, didn't he? Jinks' kids met them, once. That was quite the affair." He says the last bit into a glass, gaze growing distant for a moment. He has a drink and thinks, then sets it down. "I originally thought his mount was his wife. For quite awhile, in fact. Suh..." He closes his, pinches the bridge of his nose. "Sarass'sha? That was an awkward conversation." He blinks and looks at nothing, gazing inwardly as he searches for other memories he'd not entertained since his return.

"That could be said." Strike notes in reply to strange connections, "I ran into him a year or so ago with a... daughter, I think, perhaps a granddaughter, it's a bit unclear. He was a very solid figure, I wish I'd had taken more time to know him."

But, the past being where it is in history, she turns back toward Aryia's signing, "I think, what bothers me most at this point is..." a vague shadow touches her eyes and she clucks her tongue, "Catching a mirror out of the corner of my eye when I'm distracted."

She smiles again, this a brittle and slightly bitter thing, "For a long time... I hated mirrors. Every time I sas this face.... I remember how I'd utterly failed the man who named me. Who gave my sisters and I everything."

There's a sip of her wine, "It was... talking with one of the artifice victims I spoke of... a woman named Kaelyn who finally, after years of platitudes and assurances, helped convince me to look at this as a reward. For giving my life trying to save his."

She nods to Seyardu on her suggestion, "It's not a bad idea, butI wouldn't know where to start."

Then Jinks mentions his Svarshan's wife and she thankfully manages to snort a laugh -before- she got her wine to her lips, "I remember her. She drooled everywhere, and children seems to love playing with her."

"Srassha, the jungle princess," Cryosanthia says, twisting in her seat to look at Jinks, tilting her head, "You thought she was his cihuaa? You're a gnome, you can see up under our tails and you thought...?"

The whitescale laughs, shaking her head, "Svarshan's wife is Vthria of the Atoyaatl tribe. She is a swiftclaw trader, not a swiftclaw. >snrk< Now this one imagines a love triangle. I wonder what the Crimson... no, that should not be explored."

Still, Cryo must admit the confusion is understandable. She's often unsure whether her borrowed swiftclaw is really Un'eth, and she is cihuaa to Durrankar. Is he confused? She's seen them both arrive as Swiftclaws, come to think of it.

Actually, best not to.

"You are beautiful Strike, as this one comprehends the standards of softskins. I think you should view this as a reward, and not a failure." She chuffs a little laugh, "blinders are also an option, but I would not recommend them."

Aryia knows that feeling, not liking mirrors. It was something she still struggles with to this day. She gives an empathetic nod towards Strike, and raises her glass once more to drink.

Which, promptly, makes whiskey shoot out of her nose at Jinks' words. She coughs, turning to the side to blow her nose out of the stinging liquid in a napkin. There's a slew of hissed words, all of them colorful and in Undercommon, in that clipped voiceless manner.

A weak hand raises during all of this, Aryia plucking out one observation to Jinks. "W-Wait, you have kids?!" <Handspeech>

Seyardu blinks, and squints at Jinks for a long moment, before she simply lets out a long puff of air and shakes her head.

"I do not know whether to be insulted or understanding, as this one knows many druids who would take the form of swiftclaws. This one will consider the latter for now, to avoid said insult."

She soo raised a brow. "You have children, Jinks?" She asks.

Then she turns her attention back to Strike, and nods. "I know many druids who I have met in my travels. Very few capable of such magics. But those I have, have stated it as a blessing, to be accepted by the natural world and it's cycle as such. One of such was an arvek nar who remained in their village still."

A sigh, and a wan smile, "So I'm told, but hearing a thing, and knowing it aren't always the same." Strike returns to Cryosanthia.

There's a veiled glance toward the table, and the large artifice beyond.

She returns her eyes to the table before her and her companions, "It may be a blessing, but how it was done..." she shrugs, "An explanation would have been nice. Perhaps some guidance. It felt more like I was some... whimsical experiment, not even worth observing."

She eyes Aryia's dilemma for some moments, half extending her own napkin before the fullblood sorts the matter out into her own.
"Svarshan was the first sith-makar I'd ever seen; he was a 'lizardman' to me when we met. I'd never seen a swiftclaw before." Jinks tells Cryosanthia and Seyardu, holding up hands to placate them and smiling when he conjures a bit of surprised laughter at his own expense. "And some species look very different depending on their sex."

The gnome is taken aback by the questions of his offspring, needing a moment to backtrack. "Oh, no. Well, yes but no. 'Jinks' kids' were gnomish orphans I sponsored and would take out on the town. Good clothes, good food. Let them meet notable People of the city. Expose them to what it meant to be Us. What they could someday grow into." He smiles fondly, remembering them. "I was more-established then. The city was safer, too."

There's a pause and he takes a slow breath. "As for my own children...?" A shrug, "We're getting off topic." And he cants his head back towards Strike.

Aryia spots the offer to aid, but she holds a hand up before flashing a, "Thanks" to Strike. Finally, she rights herself after wiping her scarred visage free, able to parse Jinks' answer. Wouldn't it have been nice to have something like that done for her... "That's nice of you," she motions to the smallman, but she tilts her chin up slightly in appraisal.

Hmm. Interesting...

She gives a little nod to him, then goes back to eating. The sting still there in her nose, but she still pressed on with Jinks' subtle prompting. "I hoped your mentor helped give you some guidance in that regard," she prods, getting the focus back on the half-mul. <Handspeech>

"This one is sorry for your loss, Jinks." Cryosanthia says softly, taking a guess. Even if there isn't a tragic story she senses there's a sad one, to say nothing of the fall from grace and the current dangers in the city. "It was a good and altruistic effort, and hopefully they learned decent lessons. This one certainly would have donated or helped out."

"We are drifting..." She nods, looking back to Strike, and the covered artifice. She can't help but smile at the gnome's mistake, that would be some striking dimorphism, and she had experienced the 'lizardman' error. Her thoughts wander, return. "Unless that is the goal, Strike, follow wherever the memories and stories go?"

"This sounds, apologies, there is no way for me to say this without it coming off as rude to some degree, but that is unexpected of you, Jinks." Seyardu replies, turning away slightly, and back to her focus on Strike. "Yes, we are here because you invited us, and there is a desire to take part in what you have planned. So yes, please continue, or let us know when we are getting too off track."

"To some degree, yes, and he was very patient, even when I was not." Strike replies to Aryia, before she looks toward Jinks, "I remember seeing that a couple of times. It was a very nice thing you were doing."

She looks back to the table, then, and, "Well... to an extent... to help everyone understand where I'd come from."

Jinks swallows a comment and smiles at Seyardu instead, offering a little enigmatic wink. He undoes a button, reaches into his coat, and scratches at his chest as he turns back to Strike. He'll be content to listen for now.

Over the course of many drinks, several trays of appetizers and/or entree's, the repackaged soul tells the tale of years. Her samplings of experience in her somewhat oddly specific way...

A search for the last of her War Forged sisters, the stalwart Haven, whose wreckage she did not find at the scene of the battle.

There had been battles, baffling encounters, and even a sewer trip that involved Otyhugs.

The memory still haunts Strike, clearly, by the look on her face as she mentions those.

Eventually, the artificer who had been sitting back, quietly enjoying his take of the libations, rises to check his device, intoning, "It's nearly time, Miss Strike."

THe Half-Mul breaks off her tale, of trying to explain breathing to one of her extended brethren, and nods, "Thank you Master Stringfellow."

She sighs, then gives a little wan smile, "It seems the next phase is about to begin."

Her expression become slightly sheepish as she stands, then, "Would you join me, friends?" she asks before stepping over to the central table, standing between it, and the artifice.

Karelin nods, and gets up, cradling the whiskey bottle in one hand. He pours a shot into his glass, and wields it with care. This really does seem like a drinking occasion. He looks around, offering refills to any who might wish it.

"Of course." Cryosanthia rises, moving to stand at Strike's side, a glance towards Master Stringfellow, the other guests. Lysos in particular, but also her more recent friends like Aryia, Seyardu and Karelin. She waves off a whiskey refill.

Aryia, for the most part, doesn't have much more to say with her hands, aside from nibbling on food and sampling more wine and whiskey; a combination that she would surely come to regret in the morning.

The stories were quite interesting to the mul'neissa, and it painted a picture that she wasn't sure she'd ever have the pleasure of having in her mind if she never crossed paths with this complex soul.

The call to a time makes her blink. Where had the hours gone? The sharp dressed mul'neissa stands, wavering a bit on the spot, but gets her feet underneath her as she picks up her suit jacket. She waits for Cryosanthia to get to her feet before slowly making her way over there, joining their host, taking a refill of whiskey as her buzzed mind curiously awaits whatever it was Strike had in store.

Jinks finishes his most recent drink (not whatever boot polish Karelin is peddling) and stands, bracing against the table for a moment. He laughs and gives his equilibrium a moment to sort itself out, then buttons his coat, smooths down the front, and follows towards the centerpiece. He'd shuddered at the talk of sewers and the awful, offal-smelling betentacled aberrations what dwell there... but he's also been a bit distracted.

The gnome stifles a quiet belch with his hand and then takes a place, standing back a little further than the others so it's easier to see atop the table.

Seyardu enjoyed the stories and food, it was all welcoming and pleasant, and she was happy to listen to what was shared. Much of it did not surprise her at this point in the city, but it was still strange to hear many of the tales, and perhaps a few names she recognized that she did not know these adventures about.

When Master Stringfellow speaks, and Strike calls for them to join her, she nods and leaves her seat, perhaps a hint unsteadily, and joins the growing group near the central table.

"Of course, though you need not offer so much food and drink for the end goal of us joining you at a table, Strike." The silver sith-makar chuckles.

Lysos lets her breath out.. she hadn't really been holding it, but had been drawn into the tales being told enough that it's almost a relief when the story-telling mood is dispelled in favour of the true purpose of the evening's event about to begin. She quickly drinks what remains of her drink before she rises, holding up a hand to decline Karelin's offer. She doesn't exactly look unsteady on her feet, but the flush in her cheeks shows it wouldn't take much more. And it wouldn't do to ruin Strike's ceremony.. at least not with something she can control. So she joins the others, watching their reactions, trying to gauge of they have any more of an idea of what this might entail than she does.

Karelin nods, and corks the bottle. Cradling his whiskey, he looks at Strike, eyes bright and curious.

The half-mul's expression by the time the others have joined her at the table is introspective in a way that of them all, only Lysos has seen before.

Her hand reaches for the handle atop the cover on the table, "For over a decade..." she starts, her tone subdued and thoughtful, "I've carried a memento... a reminder of other days. Days I served. I fought. I died."

There is a little shake of her head, and a brief struggle of some kind troubles the line of her lips before she deigns to lift the cover from the smaller mystery object.

This being what must have originally been staring at the half-mul in those harrowing first moments of her reawakening. Painstakingly maintained over the last ten years, it's a feminine silhouette of dark violet much like her hair with graceful, if muted features and chased in silver, crested along the crown with back swept spikes more closely resembling blades. The optics long since dormant are ruby, and the blow that dimmed them had fractured the fine face plate, and sheered the neck at a notable diagonal.

"Tonight... is the last."

Karelin straightens up, hand poised, holding his drink steady. A steel enters his gaze and he nods, approvingly. Under his breath, he mouths something to himself.

"Time to forge a head." Jinks comments at the revelation. He blinks, then looks out the corner of his eyes at the rest of the group. Did he say that aloud? He purses his lips and takes a drink. Maybe nobody noticed.

Seyardu squints when the cover comes off, and she seems surprised, but not overly so. She looks up to Strike, and nods.

"This is difficult to carry for so long, Strike, but I can understand it, still. And understand how such things can weigh heavily on one."

The silver makari crosses her arms, and looks back to the half-elf. "If today is the last, then what do you intend?"

Lysos straightens as well, gazing at the relic.. then smiling strongly for Strike, raising a hand in front of her to form a fist for a brief moment.. before she moves it over her mouth to quietly cough. Politely. Pointedly not looking at Jinks. Because that would be inappropriate.

Cryo watches Strike's face, as she explains, as she reveals. The whitescale fits it together with what she's heard so far in the evening, what she knew before, other things wargolems have told her about life, awakening, and what a second one into a fully biological body would be like.

Strike truly is a complex puzzle, a mighty oak grown from a small acorn, which rests before them on the table. Her original golem head.

"You were well crafted, the love and attention to detail shows." Her glass is drained, it is only grape juice. Cryosanthia will remember this evening with full clarity, complex as it has become. For the moment her eyes fix on the dormant ruby optics. She wonders how many hours Strike has stared into them, and also, how many hours staring out.

Which number is greater, and is there any meaning to the ratio, or it is a mere curio.

Aryia stares curiously at the cover, her blazing gaze glancing between Strike and the handle. Just what was...-

Blink blink. That... was Strike? And this was the last night? The full blooded mul'neissa could only dumbly look on. Here she was, witnessing someone letting go of the past to embrace the present, where she herself struggled with a similar parallel.

The poorly timed joke(?) breaks her out of her reflection, and a broad grin cracks across her lips. A tiny bit from the pun, but mostly in the pride that she was a part of this.

The mute raises her glass.

Strike glances past the others toward Jinks at his quip, a certain momentary bemusement on her face.

She stifles the eyeroll and shakes her head a tiny bit before she gazes down at her former incarnation, "She fought hard.... and she served well."

She looks to Seyardu as she speaks, nodding with some of that weight in her eyes, "I... intend to let it go, at last."

A hand alights on the contoured skull, caressing the metal as she regards the reflection as Cryosanthia opines on her construction. A wan, almost bashful smile touches the halfbreed's face, "Thank you."

She closes her eyes, and her lips press into a line as her chin bows, the hand stilling against the armour.

It's a stillness that promises to linger.

Karelin nods, and reaches back to pour a second glass of whiskey. He then holds it in trust, even as he murmurs, "Witness."

"Ceinara, I hope you're watching." Cryosanthia murmurs a prayer, "a one time, one night performance and the critic's reviews will not do it justice. Pay attention to Strike."

Not as short and sweet as 'Witness', but the whitescale has to be dramatic about everything.

She rises to attention, as much as her reptilian stance allows, curtails her tail, holds her hands clasped in front and focuses to remember the moment. The whitescale watches the halfbreed's hand.

"You are still Strike, this has not changed." Seyardu nods, looking down to the head. "You still have your memories, and you do not need to carry this burden on top of them."

"Do what you will and need to let it go. We are all here to acknowledge that and support you."

Jinks offers a sheepish, half-sorry/half-sorry-he-got-caught smile and pantomimes covering his mouth with both hands. He holds the pose until Strike has her hand in place and eyes closed, lowering his arms to cross over his chest. He grins but stays silent, 'Coyote laughs' pales in comparison when the trickster god's already spoken in jest through you.

Aryia lowers her glass, a soft sigh leaving her as she spies the hesitation. Glass set upon the table, she folds her hands together. No prayers were offered, as the nonbeliever had none to give. But instead, there's the faint sound of even breathing. In. Out.

The mul'neissa watches on. Glowing eyes squinted as if she was giving her support to Strike through mere will alone. Hopefully she could feel that, at least.

"Everyone changes, Strike.. we aren't who we used to be. But that person played a role in who we are now." Lysos gestures towards the old head unit. "Granted.. most of us don't change quite like /that/," she adds with a grin. "But.. well, you know."

The artificer rises to his feet and starts to approach Strike from his place by his contraption. As he walks, he removes a ribbonlike arrangement of copper and brass filaments nesting assorted chips of quartz.

Seemingly without disrupting whatever repose currently holds thrall over the former construct, he fastens it like a pendant around her neck, where the quartz takes a subtle orange glow.

There, a rusty, "It's time, lass." which seems to do the business.

She straightens, the trouble in her expression soothed some for the supportive words, though she is still left barely able to do more than nod at first.

She swallows, then, with care that borders on reverent, the half-mul cradles her former countenance in her arms, sparing a little resolute smile to Lysos's observation, then turns, and takes three steps up the dais toward the artifice, while it's master moves back to the controls to draw a lever.

A hatch at the front opens, and a golden heat emanates from the device, much like that of a forge.

Or a smelting furnace.

At the apex, she looks down, locking eyes for the last time with herself.. several seconds adding to hundreds of hours of such meetings, she isn't even sure what the final tally on this side of the optics is. Surely nothing compared to the 368,172.7630017 hours when her perspective was more internal.

Her biceps flex, and slowly bring the ravaged face to another more pristine and her lips brush the uninhabited steel as she whispers, "Good bye... and rest well."

Then, protected from the heat by the contrivance draped about her shoulders, Strike girds her resolve and reaches into the hellish cauldron to deposit the last of her old existence before stepping back to watch.

Karelin salutes Strike, and holds the pose. He says nothing; he witnesses in silence.

Seyardu crouches down as the furnace is opened, and she watches the head go in, and Strike steps back. She was quiet for some time, keeping her gaze on the furnace.

"In Am'shere, the bodies of the fallen are burnt in rituals. It is for practical reasons, as well as spiritual. But your spirit lives on here. You are here, and the burden can be relieved. What you were before, it will continue to watch over you now, I feel."

Cryosanthia watches, statuesque and stoic, a small twitch of her hands. Intense heat does bother her, she's not close enough but she notices. Her attention is focused on Strike's movements, she can't record precisely, perfectly the way a golem can. The Sith'Machine is only an act, but she understands.

Old life, new life, discarding and facing forward. Shed scales. Some things must be let go, she has things she should as well. Deep in her mind the icebergs growl.

There is a vibration, a thrumming noise in the white sith'makari's throat. A sounding, not a call for younglings or mate, more a noise of security. This one exists. This one is here with you. This one is ready. A communication amongst the people when they are packed close for purpose, to act as one. To tell Strike she is among friends, whether she recognizes the noise and meaning behind it.

Lysos flinches despite herself as the forge is opened and the warforged head is committed to it. She watches for several moments, then has to rub at her eyes and look away. "Well. I think I need another drink, after that," she says.

Smelt. Not forge. Jinks was close. And he looks pretty smug because of it. Not bad for a not-a-Khazad. The gnome grins when he feels the Hymn swell around the moment but doesn't sing; it's not his concert. It was nice to be here, in this place. With people looking to lift each other up to a bit of good news. It felt so far removed from the day's usual doom and gloom.

Karelin turns, and offers Lysos the whiskey. He doesn't judge, he just provides.

Aryia watches on silently, searing this moment into her mind. The weight was heavy in the air, the only movement was the rise and fall of her breath, and the imperceptible dip of her head in approval of the action, and the acknowledgement of the resolve it took to carry it out.

The call from Cryosanthia makes the mute firm up, a glitter of resolve lining her eyes. This is what progress felt like. And like the forge, it burns so hot.

The words touch her.

The gestures touch her...

The presnce of her friends touches her.... even if the heat of the crucible cannot.

Strike stands tall and resolute, staring into the helllish maw that assails her old construction.

Unmoving, adamantine, she stands, watching as, in the short span of a minute, the artful artifice starts to sag like soggy bread in the orange furnace.

It takes at least three more before it's collapsed to the point that she can bring herself to turn away.

Seeing this as some kind of cue, Stringfellow, without a word, throws the lever the other way, and the smelter closes it maw.

A weary look haunts her face as she looks to the others, and her hands extends to either side, toward those closes to her and she utters a grateful, "Thank you, friends...." on a choked voice.

Karelin nods once, curtly, and offers Strike the glass of whiskey wordlessly.

"We mourn for that which was you." Cryosanthia says, dipping her head reverently, stepping forward, unwilling to break from the group and vibrating at them to follow. "Released and returned to the primal flames that forged you. Embraced eternal, Child of Fire."

Another step, another hum, the whitescale's nature providing a slice of cool in the heat. She intones further, "We embrace what you have become, your struggle to survive and surmount, craft a self anew in the chaos of the unknown. What you have accomplished, and what this act means."

She bites her lip, uncertain. A Speaker says the words that need to be said, but would the be appropriate. There is a lingering glance at the opening of the smelter. The shape is close enough, the simile fits, just barely.

Cryo tilts her head, her voice light and full of cheer, "Happy Hatching Day."

Aryia held no words, hissed or signed otherwise during the silence Strike held, and after. Instead, actions would speak for her. The shadow elf glides forward, up beside Strike, and places a hand on her shoulder, coupled with a teary eyed smile. As if that would relay everything. The pride, the shared catharsis, the respect, and the returned gratitude.

Some joy flicks across her face at the notion of a Hatching Day. Yes. Very fitting indeed.

Jinks is already walking backwards once the deed's done, hands tossing back his coat below the buttons and diving into pockets. "Well done, tallman," he comments, succinctly. He finds the edge of the table with his back, winces, and spins. Best to walk straight ahead in this state. Usually first in line for a party the gnome beats a hasty retreat; perhaps he's a hot date waiting for him.

Seyardu catches the noise from Cryosanthia, and it is quickly parsed and echoed by the silver sith-makar, and the rumble echoes quietly from the two points, an affirmation of presence, not for her own sake, but of the golem turned Mul'niessa. She listened to the words shared, and the actions offered.

Seyardu nods to Strike. "I am a shaman myself, so this one can affirm Cryosanthia's words. It is a new beginning, yet it need not mean ignoring the past. Look proudly to the future, Strike."

Strike knew going in what would happen, but even though it was all her idea....

Knowing what she was is gone forever still... bothers her a little.

Her smile is brittle on the kind benedictions, the bonding songs of the Sith Maraki, and bolstered some by the silent show of support by her newest student.

She swallows and gently clasps the hand on her shoulder for a moment before reaching for the offered drink from Karelin, promptly pounding it down with only a short cough.

She starts to move about the group, taking them in her arms who don't shrink from the contact, each accompanied by a soft, "Thank you."

She smiles, a little more akin to herself as Seyardu's words ring in her ears, and nods, "The future we make for ourselves."

A look to her fellows each in turn, then, "Let's make it good."

Karelin gives Strike a spine-creaking hug in return, holding back so he doesn't break the new person. Then, he grins tightly. "Well done. To real futures."

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==OOC==
''Jinks Kids''
 http://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=Jink%27s_Kids

''Svarshan and his 'Wife'''
 <OOC> Jinks says, "He always would pose third-person narrative from her perspective and she was so needy. I was confused OOCly but he corrected me. We ran with it for awhile ICly. It was a hoot."
 <OOC> Aryia tries to assemble that in their head...
 <OOC> Ashes says, "Here's a pic https://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4631388208_0100e47162.jpg"
 <OOC> Aryia HAH
 <OOC> Vaera says, "lol"
 <OOC> Jinks says, "Yeah, it'd be stuff like "Srassha looks at the meat hanging in the stall. She hasn't eaten in DAYS! She is STARVING! She looks to Svarshan and begs pathetically with her eyes." It was a play on that old 'if dogs could talk' greentext from back in the day."
 <OOC> Jinks says, "And, yes, a lot of poses about her being a 'jungle princess.'"
 <OOC> Aryia says, "oh goodness, yeah, I can see that being confusing lol"
 <OOC> Vaera says, "I can doubly understand it because of Un'eth"

''Moly poly''
 <OOC> Lysos is more or less caught up now. Holy moly.
 <OOC> Jinks says, "The temple district is closed. This is secular moly by writ of the ruling council."
 <OOC> Aryia snerk
 <OOC> Vaera says, "lol"
 <OOC> Karelin says, "Fine arvek boot bleach. Don't be smollist. :)"
 <OOC> Lysos thinks there's a gnome about to be rolly moly.
 <OOC> Jinks says, "Surprised you didn't tell me to go walk a moly."
 <OOC> Lysos says, "Oh, that one is so much better, yes."
 <OOC> Lysos poses.

''How to screech a scene to a halt''
 <OOC> Ashes says, "and I hope that works and is ok strike"
 <OOC> Strike says, "p jinks=this should be it tonight"
 <OOC> Strike facepalm
 <OOC> Jinks says, "Shaaaaame."
 <OOC> Vaera hug
 <OOC> Ashes says, "Overture, curtain lights?"
 <OOC> Jinks :P
 <OOC> Aryia pat
 <OOC> Ashes says, "hey, least it's not boobs at the dragon"
 <OOC> Strike hugs, "We can have some kind of debaucherous party or something
 <OOC> Karelin grins.
 <OOC> Strike says, "dracoboobies"
 <OOC> Karelin says, "There's always room for boobs at the dragon :("
 <OOC> Vaera blink
 <OOC> Strike says, "Now i'm hearing Bruce Dickenson singing about the Boobs of the Dragon"
 <OOC> Aryia blinks with Vaera
 <OOC> Aryia says, "i don't think we're in this inside joke vaera"
 <OOC> Ashes says, "I was not involved, it was elsemu and a long time ago, a super serious dragon fight and someone in the group mav'd the private page of some intimate RP about ripping her shirt open and flashing, and everyone was '... and what do you think that's going to do to the dragon?""
 <OOC> Jinks only knows about the iron maiden and not the beboobed dragon.
 <OOC> Vaera says, "XD"
 <OOC> Aryia LAUGHS
 <OOC> Strike says, "It was even better"
 <OOC> Ashes says, "Tell us Momma Strike!"
 <OOC> Strike says, "Nipple rings, and back arching groans.... meanwhile the rest of us are in a firefight with a GD dragon about to strafe us"
 <OOC> Strike says, "If i remember right, the entire scene just.... screeeeeeeeeched to a halt"
 <OOC> Karelin grins.
 <OOC> Aryia says, "I'm dead"
 <OOC> Ashes says, "Where's Dax when you need her"
 <OOC> Karelin says, "I mean, maybe the dragon was thirsty :("
 <OOC> Karelin snerks
 <OOC> Aryia HAHAHA
 <OOC> Strike says, "I wish I still had the log, but my ex wiped my drives."
 <OOC> Karelin says, ">.<"
 <OOC> Strike says, "ROFL"
 <OOC> Aryia hug strike

The Night Blossoms Under the North Star

2021-10-18T05:57:49Z

Strike:

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== Log Info ==
*Title: The Night Blossom Under the North Star
*Emitter: Aryia
*Characters: Aryia, Venom
*Place: Fernwood Pub, Aryia's Rented Room
*Time: October 17th. 2021
*Summary: After a fierce fight in Happy Valley, Venom returns back to the Fernwood to seek out some solace with Aryia. Aryia, who was practicing meditating, greets her with worry, but it smooths away after learning such wounds were healed by Seyardu, a trusted friend. They check in on each other, Venom growing excited to share a book on grappling arts with the pugilist. But Aryia dampens such joy on accident, sharing that it was something else. Picking back up on their fervor, Venom fetches something from her belongings and asks Aryia to settle in. After constructing a jury rigged contraption to hold a piece of glass, Venom asks Aryia to make a light using her mul'neissa magic while keeping her eyes closed. She does so. And the full bredth of the night sky was projected onto the wall in the dark room. Venom shares what the sight reminded her of, and Aryia is entranced by the projection. The two flounder at their emotions for one another, at least finding solace in their uncertainty, and some shared feelings. The elf offers a more personal arrangement to quell the enigma's paranoia. To which they accept, under the fading night sky.
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:: ''Fernwood Pub, Aryia's Rented Room, Duskfall''

In...

Out...

The shadow elf's room had been tidied and squared away. Bolts of cloth neatly leaning against the wall. Completed works hung up in the wardrobe and neatly folded away.

The light was on, this time, and it flickered and fluctuated as Aryia was sitting on the bed, dressed down in her casual wear with her legs crossed and her back resting agaisnt the wall.

Despite the noise downstairs going on, she looked to be completely relaxed, and tuned out to the world around her.

In...

Out...

Outside the room, in the hallway beyond, there are the inevitable sounds of footfalls traversing the hall, in themselves, nothing unusual.

Except they come to a stop just beyond the door.

t-t-tap, t-t-tap, t-t-tap sounds softly against the planked wood of the portal.

In... Ou-

Aryia's eyes blearily open. Damn, only just now was getting the hang of that. Though, such annoyance was short lived as she recognized the pattern. She warmly smiles to herself, sliding out of bed and half padding/half skipping over to the door. A lock flicks open, and the door creaks ajar.

The mute woman's scarred visage peeks out, eyes aglow like bright little lanterns as she rubs her left arm.

Outside, as would be expected, is Venom, though, there, it seems expectations must abide fate.

Part of her rough, leather undermask is exposed by the missing corners of the paired veils, exposing the outline of her jaw, as well as the buckled strap that locks her teeth together. The very tips of her gloved left hand peek out just enough to clutch her sundered poncho together, the black oilcloth tinted along it's new hem with a dark, almost ruddy hue that's since lost most of it's copper tang.

Her other hand lifts with a little fingerwave on sight of the elf, but she predictably says nothing before witnesses.

Aryia's warm visage pauses, then slowly fades to a neutral, serious expression. Eyes filled with worry. Briskly, she steps aside and opens the door wide.

Once Venom was properly in, the door gently shuts. And hands ask a simple, if firm, question. "All I want to know is if you're okay," she gestures, taking slow steps forward. A hand reaches forward to comfort, but stops short, unsure of the extent of... whatever it was. <Handspeech>

Venom steps inside as Aryia guides her thus, and, predictably, makes nary a sound until the door is closed. She hums a soft sigh and nods, ruffling the veils.

One hand rises to fuss at the fastening of her veils, while the other relents on it's support of the poncho to give a thumbs-up, then rises to unlatch the sturdier portion of her adventurous seeming.

Freed, now, though half veiled as her tousseled silken hair as she sets the rainments aside, she offers an uneasy smile beneath knitted brows, skin matted with sweat as she, inexplixably flounders for words. Her lips are moving, but it takes her a couple of tries to actually utter, "H-hi, honey...!"

A swallow, "Seyardu was there... ah... she healed us after the fight..."

Aryia relaxes some as a thumbs up is flashed, her worries stemming for the most part. A weak smile crosses her lips at the endearment. "You're... okay. And that's all that matters," she signs back, rubbing at her arm for a moment before stepping off to the side. She grabs a rag along the way and picks up a waterskin. Dousing the rag, she returns to Venom and gets up on her tip toes.

Gently, she wipes the sweat off Venom's face, fingers brushing the skin in a caring manner. "Seyardu is a good healer. I'm glad she was there." <Handspeech>

Venom shivers with a soft sigh, eyes drifting shut as the cool cloth wipes away the unfortunate side effect of her paranoia. Up close, though, it's clear that whatever did the business was a single slash from something very sharp, that scored a breast on it's way down across her torso, based on the red hems of the cotton shirt that is only held closed by the cinch of her trousers, with flashes of a fresh, angry scar beneath.

"She is..." she starts, lifting her hand to gently cup Aryia's cheek as she seeks her eyes, "How... how's your arm, sweetie?"

Aryia's eyes widen ever so slightly as she sees the extent of the singular slice. "V..." she softly hisses, wiping away the sweat as her eyes don't leave the cut. Seyardu healed her. Which mean it should still be perfectly fine. The mute relaxes some. She starts to help pull off more of the paranoia, veils and poncho, to get Venom more relaxed.

Her eyes flick back to dark pools, cheek plopping itself into a hand out of habit. She rolls her left shoulder. "Better. Almost healed. Sorry for... not telling you. It was stupid of me to try that thing out in the Collosseum." <Handspeech>

Venom doesn't fight Aryia's initiative with her equipment; to whit, she may be taking it as a favor, as she mutely bends forward to make it easier to draw the heavy poncho from her body.

Yeah... that must have been a nasty cut, as the sweat matted white cotton has a ruddy slit running from the upper slope of her right breast very nearly to her left hipbone.

"It's a really complex thing you're trying to do, Aryia. I..." she colors, "Don't have the slightest idea where to start on something like that, even if I had your... elf magic."

She cradles the cheek in her hand for a few moments more, holding onto the Mul'niessa's gaze, then steps in to embrace her, "I'm just glad you're alright, sweetie."

Aryia carefully put the bits of the paranoia away on the table beside her, her eyes trailing along the line that ran across V's trunk. For some reason, she couldn't help but lightly smile. The enigma had a mark of her own.

She shakes her head. "I still barely even know my elf magic. This is... something else entirely," she starts to explain, the smile reaching her bright eyes at seeing the color. <Handspeech>

It looked as if she was going to work her way down the wound to clean it off, but she was wrapped up in a hug. She silently chuckles, slinging the rag over her shoulder to properly loop her arms around Venom. She's up on her tip toes.

Soft winds whisper, "... a... and you as well, ussta isto tessai." Her face grows hot.

Venom's hug is tender, but she doesn't wince at the joining of it, so Seyardu's healing probably did the trick. A soft kiss crowns the pale pate, and the human relaxes her hold to look into her face once more, arching an eyebrow, "Must have.... list of... ?" she tries curiously.

Seyardu does a bang up job, as per usual. So Aryia was glad to be able to hug without restraint. She melts some from the affection, her looking up at Venom with a rubor behind the scars. She blinks.

"... no that's... not what I... I really need to stop reading those stupid books," she buries her face into V's good shoulder.

...

She mumbles something into V's shoulder. <Handspeech>

The human's dark eyes see the flight of Aryia's hands as the retort begins... struggles and veers off toward, "Books?"

Epiphany lights up the young woman's features and she strokes combing fingers back through snowy locks, "Oh! I found a grappling manual at the market the other day, but I haven't had time to look at it, yet."

Her expression turns a shade of hopeful familiar to those accustomed to affection as she guilelessly muses, "Maybe we can practice, together?"

It then reaches back for one of the pockets of her wonderous pack and she withdraws a small black leatherbound book stamped along the spine:
<pre>
T
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S

O
F

P
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S
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With a stamped emblem of a quill at the bottom.

Aryia settles as her hissed translation was lost to Venom's epiphany. Damn, that would have been embarrassing to repeat out loud. Though, the prospect of some kind of martial arts book does pique her interest. She pulls back some, curiosity in her lamplight eyes.

A hand reaches up to take the book, and she brings the spine to her eyes.

She blinks. Glances down to the embossed quill. And blinks again.

Grey turns crimson like many times before, except this time at the snap of a finger. "... V, you... do know this series is.. about a different kind of grappling, right?" she flusters in explanation with a hand. Why would Aryia know this?<Handspeech>

Venom has a very earnest, even innocent excitement glittering in her expectant smile as Aryia seems taken with her acquisition.

This fades to some concern as her sweetie suddenly changes colors again, but much more rapidly and she fidgets a little.

"Are...?" you alright is the start of her somewhat foolish question, one that breaks off as Aryia's hands start an explaination.

Brow arch, a glance to the book, then, "You've read it, already?"

If this was, honestly, a true book on the art of grappling and unarmed techniques, Aryia would be sharing the same innocent excitement as her night blossom.

But alas, this was not the case. The mute woman gulps some and slowly nods her head. "... uh.. , uh, y... yes. Uh, this-" she taps the crimson quill, "Denotes a series of books about... well..."

Silence. "... remember the night I got back from Charn...?" she weakly explains, embarrassed. <Handspeech>

There is a slight tinge of disappointment, as it seems they won't be studying the manual together after all.

To be expected, really, as Aryia is much further along in the honing of her body as a weapon than Venom is. Still, the obsidian pools track the Mul'niessa's hand motions, faltering, hesitant though they are, until...

Until the right gears mesh.

The night flower blooms rosily as she exhales an almost silent, "Oh."

At the moment of realization, Aryia's face breaks into an even mixture of embarrassed and smiling. She gets up on her tip toes to give a small peck on the lips. "It's okay. Thank you for thinking of us. This book is... an interesting read, for sure. If you're into such things... is this the one where..?"

The elf opens it, thumbs through a few pages, reads. Then makes an 'ah,' sound. "Well there is a lot of fighting in this one. But it usually turns into... well..." her hand trails off, face still crimson. <Handspeech>

Venom seems a little embarassed, herself, and she seems about to turn for the shame of it, but the kiss scuttles the impulse before it's passed her brain stem.

Still aglow almost to the hairline, she swallows, and gently leans in to return the kiss, taking in Aryia's explanation.

Her finger rises to adjust the lay of her collar against her throat for some reason, punctuated by a short, soft tearing sound.

Ahem.

"I... do... you...?" she smiles again, this one more nervous, and she fidgets a little before completing, "Want to..."

Aryia takes the return kiss happily, if still a bit beyond embarrassed they were speaking of such literature. She looks down to the book, then up to Venom trying to vent themselves.

A brow raises. "You... want to read it?" she tries to infer. The book is looked over a few times, Aryia's gaze slowly looking off and away. "... I... uh... fuck, this is embarrassing. I've read a lot of these." <Handspeech>

Venom shrugs a little, looking down at the book as well, uncertain, "What's wrong with reading it...?" she wonders.

She tries to figure out a course of action, something to do now that she's...

OH!

Suddenly alight with new purpose, the Acanian steps over to the corner where she normally sets her gear and starts to dispense with it. The thunderbelcher stands in the corner, the steel projectile returned to a slot in her belt. Next she reaches back to retrieve something small from another side pouch before shrugging out of the haversack completely, to set it beside her weapon. Her gunbelt sets atop that. Then each glove in turn set within the boundries of the leather belt, passing the small.... whatever it is between her hands as she bares them.

That done, she has a new, heartful smile on her face, a subtle wonder sparkling in her eye, "I have something else to show you....!"

"There's nothing wrong. It's just, well, there's... a lot of... you know what? If you like it, let me know. I'll give you some good ones to read," Aryia gestures, growing more emboldened.

The mute's head tilts to the side from Venom's sudden spark of energy, she sets the book down and places the wet cloth over a chair.

Curious and intrigued, Aryia steps forward. Her glancing between the concealing hands and Venom's warm smile. One that soon her own lips morph into. "Wh-t -s -t, -sst- -st- t-ss-?" she hisses softly. <Handspeech>

The brunette reaches out another gentle, calloused hand to smooth back Aryia's hair, but it pauses halfway, a fingertip trailing out along the upper edge of an ear, "I'd like that, thank you, honey!" she says with the sort of smile that briefly closes the eyes.

As they reopen, her lower lip withdraws just a little under her teeth and a soft dusting of pink bridges her cheekbones, "We should get.." swallow, "Comfortable, first."

So intoned, withdraws to heft the chair and carry it in the crook of her elbow over toward the bed, seeming rather sure of her idea.....

Whatever it is.

The ear in question gives a little flick against the fingertip, her smiling softly as well. V feeling all the little bits and pieces scratched up, scarred, and outright missing.

Now Aryia was incredibly curious. She follows behind Venom like a puppy, her not saying anything. But she dips around Venom from side to side, trying to get a peek at whatever it is. Sighing cheekily in failure, the mute plops herself onto the bed and watches V with those lamplight eyes.

"How comfortable we talking?" she teases with a hint of a cheeky smile. <Handspeech>

Quietly plunking the chair down a foot or so from the edge of the bed, Venom pauses for a moment as she considers the dynamics of that question. Her weight goes hip to hip and color seasons her face again as she opens her mouth a good second before she actually starts to answer, "Ahh... maybe... that night kind of comfortable... to...." ahem, "To start...?"

The human steps quickly back over to her inventory space and, amongst other things, starts to unfasten the hidden catches of her odd boots before wiggling her sweaty little tootsies free.

It's then that she starts pulling her repair kit and a ball of twine from the haversack.....

It was Aryia's turn for her visage to grow crimson. "... that... night?" she repeats with a gesture. Not even expecting her teasing would be challenged. She gives a little nod and glides over to her wardrobe. She pulls off a few articles, and slips into her more casual wear. Short sleeves, loose pants, things she usually has on when just lounging around by her lonesome or with V. She pads back to bed and flops onto it

Curious of the unknowns of V had planned, she fidgets with the sheets as she lays on her side, her watching the brunette flit about her gear and... was that twine?

The elf's eyebrow could not go any higher. <Handspeech>

Ominous...

Nefarious...

Twine.

She does seem to be using her left hand a lot tonight.

Very sinister, indeed.

Venom pads over toward the chair and takes a knee, working the cordage to unroll her gunsmithing kit.

She seems so locked onto her little project that she hasn't noticed the warm glow of Aryia's blush.

A small cloth bundle is very carefully set on the seat, then she takes a small armature from one of the pouches.

She then starts to work a contrived web of twine around the frame of the chair, lashing the armature as securely as she can atop the top edge of the seatback. She doesn't bother to cut the twine from the spool, instead leaving the remainder set next to the little cloth mystery.

To whit.... she starts to unwrap the little bundle, to produce... a small piece of glass.

Was... Venom going to start working on some sort of artifice? No? Just what /was/ she doing? Aryia could not piece together anything at all out of this, were the puzzled expression on her face anything to go by.

"... wh-t -r- y-..." she whispers, perplexed, intrigued, and above all, insatiably curious. The rising tension making her take in every detail of V's jury rigged construction.

It would likely never survive at sea, whatever she's constructed, and if fate is kind it may survive long enough to be revised.

Venom's expression is intent, but her smile, faint as it is for the concentration, doesn't leave her lips.

Rising to her feet, she stoops over to very, very carefully, close the calipers of the armature on the edges of the glass so as not to damage it.

her head cocks, and she gains a slightly bemused s-curve to her lips, but, apparantly unstoppable, she turns a quick smile to Aryia before rerolling her kit to set on the seat before reaching for Throes of Pa Shun.

The book is stood, open atop the kit, with a little bit of scootching to one side, then the other for... the importance of alignment, probably.

Satisfied, she steps toward the end of the bed, setting her toe against the leg and reaches out to turn off the light.

"Okay, don't do anything yet!" she exhales excitedly, then, feels her way along the bed to settle in next to Aryia.

"Do you have to... see where you make your little light appear? I... need light, but I want to... surprise you...." Ven confesses meekly.

Aryia was burning with curiosity about something that would make her other act like this, her giving a light smile at seen how Venom constructed whatever this was. She didn't even want to dare move just in case she were to nudge something.

The elf brings her hands up, defensively just before the lights go out. Thankfully, the elf's eyes shine brightest in the pitch dark, and its easy to find some sort of reference for the human.

Unknowingly, her face grows a bit red, but she smiles warmly and wraps and arm around Venom as she settles in.

Thankfully, this meant she was right next to an ear so she could speak. "I can. I just have to know where I'm putting it before hand. Remember, I can still see you, and the whole room," the winds softly chuckle near the end.

Venom nods beside her, slipping her arm around behind Aryia and cuddles in, "I see." she says thoughtfully, looking into the shining eyes, a hand lifting to smooth her bangs with a warm smile.

Her attention turns back toward her contrivance and she whispers, "Target point about three inches past the center of the book, then close your eyes before you make it, please."

'Please' comes with a little squeeze.

The shining, milky eyes moonlight dark pools. Were they always so bright? The orbs squint in a smiling way, her nudging forward to peck a cheek before looking over to the book in question. She gives a nod, felt more than seen.

This was certainly a series of odd requests, but she was willing to entertain it, as it seemed Venom was practically vibrating in excitement.

She focuses on the point, even raising a hand out towards it to better capture where it needed to be before the lamplight eyes slide shut.

Aryia stills, tenses briefly, then softly exhales.

Manifesting from the dark being pushed away, was an orb of pale moonlight. The same color of the glow of the mute's eyes.

As promised, no other sources of light join, as Aryia keeps her eyes closed.

Having an idea what to expect helped, but, even still, the change in lighting hitches the breath in the human's chest.

finding her mouth going dry for some reason, she swallows audibly, tongue moistening her lips as she struggles with words, as she often does when things come to actual expression.

Her breath a warm whisper against the ear, "When we looked at the sky... it.... I never felt anythin so...."

She swallows again, "But... it... I hurt, too.... because I couldn't...."

Sniff?

Yes, a sniff, and her voice starts with a slightly troubled octave, "I couldn't share... the hope... the beauty of what I...." The feel of what is probably her head shaking, then her head gently leans against Aryia's, "Of what I wanted you to see with me..."

Along the far wall is painted a tableau of gossamer and bright pinpricks of light, a bare inkling of the brilliance veiled behind the curtain of night. A tapestry laid bare by a work of artifice, and a tapestry, and perhaps the first vision to truly stir Venom's heart just for the splendor of it.

Another sniff, then she turns and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the scarred cheek before whispering against it, "Open your eyes..." swallow, then, "My North Star." <sildanyari>

White brows knit as Venom has trouble drawing breath, strong arms wrapping around the human supportively. But the words, the tremble, the sniffling. It almost made her want to peek to check in on Ven, but she kept her promise, and just quietly nodded her head along.

The words made her heart clench. Stomach flip. A warmth suffuse through her chest. She nestles her head in, ear twitching and moving as the whispered words fell into it.

What was it, exactly, that this troubled soul wanted this wayward one to see-?

At Venom's behest, there is a pause. North Star?

Aryia slowly slides her eyes open.

There's an audible gasp.

Gaze transfixed upon the image cast upon the wall. the elf's lips part until her jaw rests open. For a solid handful of moments, she forgets to breathe.

"V-V... t... this... t-this is so... so beautiful," whispered notes spill out from her as she pulls herself up to a kneeling position, leaning forward to take in as much of the shimmering blanket of the night sky. So much detail, so much depth that she had never seen before.

A hand loosely covers her mouth, eyes wide. Shimmering. Leaking without a rhyme or reason.

Such incandescent splendor. Radiant beauty. Awe-filled immaculence. Soul mending. Like a lost piece of one's self slotted in perfectly.

She kneels there, on the bed, completely fascinated and entranced, with a hand holding onto Venom's and her breath growing more ragged with each pass. Tears freely drip from her jaw and into her lap.

"... woah...." is all she could surmise.

Venom's eyes glitter in the reflection of simulated starweaves, brought to life through the innate gifts of her sweet one, her face every bit awash in the purest, most basic joy that she was able to share this... a sign of wonder.

There the shifting of the bed as Venom rocks up onto a knee to fallow her lead, hand giving a gentle squeeze before there is the gentle press of lips to the forerunner of the closer of Aryia's glittering trails.

She swallows and begins, "I see this.... I dream this... and.... and I think of you...."

The press of lips against skin breaks the enthrallment that the dense night sky has on others, Aryia slowly turning her head to face Venom.

The diffused colors off the wall bathed the both of them in celestial light. Her eyes widen a hint at the words. That warm feeling in her chest flared as she finally breathed a shuddering sigh.

"Y... you..." the wind whispers faintly. "... t-this reminds you.. of... of me?" 

Trails rewet themselves as calloused hands pick up equally rough ones to hold. "... d-do... do I mean that much to you..?" the silenced one quietly asks, half her visage awash in the night sky as her glowing eyes tremble.

Venom, for her part, seems a little lost for words. There is a little faltering of her lips as she tries to frame an appropriate response, her smile becoming bashful before she gives a little, tiny nod.

She swallows, the unshadowed trail of a tear glittering in rainbow hues down her starwashed cheek, and she tries again, "...Beauty... always there..."

She moistens her lips with a tiny ghost of her tongue, and her free hand comes up to cradle her cheek, "... just... needed to look."

She knee-waddles a little closer, "There's a star... it's always in the same place in.... in the sky." she starts, "Sailors and traders and.... navigators use it as a landmark... do they can always find their way."

Her cheeks heat up, though how much is visible through shadow and starlight is up to Aryia's eyes. She swallows again.

"A North Star."

Aryia was emotionally staggered, lips parted as she quietly listens. She has to remember to breath, it seemingly wanting to keep getting caught in her throat over and over again.

The hand on the scarred face could feel its warmth of a growing flush from the heartfelt expressions the unveiled enigma presents. The shadow elf mirrors move movement, hand cupping a cheek for a thumb to brush away the trail. "V..." she whispers between all the quiet words.

The elf was a sailor herself, and she follows along easily with subtle nods felt through the hand on her cheek. Dark Sighted eyes catching the subtle rise of rubor in the human.

Another quiet question. "... am I your... your guiding light then?" the warbled wind asks.

Venom's cheek, too, is quite warm under the woman's touch.

She holds to the moonlight gaze of the elfin woman, eyes glistening wetly and, a little sheepishly asks in a little voice, "... Does.... does that sound.....?"

Aryia's lips twist into a sort of S-curve smile, twitching between soft upturn and an astonished parting. "... silly? No... not... not at all... ussta isto tessai, m-my night blossom..." she murmurs demurely, leaning forward to touch her forehead against V's.

It was her turn to wet her lips, it drying out as her mind roiled at a burning question that's been festering for some time. Fingers thread into the other's hand and squeeze, the mute's pulse quick and speeding. "V..." she quietly, faintly starts, her voiceless voice shaking, unsure, feeling out the emotions that burned within her. "... is... i-is this what love is?"

The question asked like none ever had given her any to begin with for the long decades she's crawled through.

The human's lower lip draws a little behind the other as Aryia's expression shifts through it's gamut. Her eyes close a moment as their brows meet, and her mouth drops open at the appelation.

Night blossom?

A flower bloom.

At night?

Paradox...?

The Acanian's engine slips the track as the fingers interlace with hers, and, Aryia is speaking anew, and there is nothing else.

Until the end.

A question.

The young woman is uncertain... it would explain a lot...

Like her heart pounding in her chest.

There is a yearning in conflict; hope and desperation flailed at by inexperience chained to her vow of 'truth'.

Almost a ghost in the wind, her voice, as her head bows, and her hands squeeze, "I... don't.... I d-don't know...."

There is an uncomfortable silence following Venom's answer. Aryia doesn't move. Was it the wrong answer? Was she upset for not having her own night star guide the elfmaid to the right answer?

There's a tremble in the elf's frame. Oh no. She's crying now. Everything is-

Aryia is... smiling? Broadly? Staccato air spills from her nose in bursts, the grin meeting her glowing gaze.

"I-I-I d-don't know either...!" she breathes out, giggling, gently nuzzling her head against young woman's as her heart raced in her ears.

Venom's eyes are troubled by the silence, and the close in regretful confusion.

The tremors she feels from Aryia through their cojoined hands grows a choking knot in Venom's throat, and a tightness; a painful clenching in her chest.

She looks up hesitantly, mouth opening reflexively to apologize, to try and make things not-bad with her North Star, and she leans in to meet her brow to brow once more, "I.. I know... I'm... with you... there isn't... fear." she says softly.

A swallow, "I... f-feel... warm.... and.... fuzzy.... and I... I b-belong... Like.... where.... where you are... is.. I sh-should be.... where..."

There was a certain relief in the mutual confusion, a feeling of not being alone in their uncertainty. Both were aimlessly wandering in the bliss. The serenity. Aryia leans forward as well, her tilting her head slightly to give a light peck to the human's nose.

The taut words make the grin smooth out to a warm smile, still half her face illuminated by the starshow on the opposite wall. She closes her eyes, thumb brushing against the paranoid one's cheek. "... I... I-I feel similarly. Warm... Fuzzy... a-and... like everything is g-going to be okay... when I see... see you. N-No matter what... guise you wear..."

She squeezes the hand in hers. A thought crosses her mind, and Aryia scoots ever closer. "... if... i-if you... feel like you should be here. W-With me... then... then stay. Here. With me... b-be with me. If... you want..." the soft winds offer, the hand on the cheek gesturing out to the room. To the places where V's things were. To the wardrobe that could hold more. To the empty half of the bed.

V swallows again, and her lips pull into a hopeful, fond smile as she leans into the thumb stroking her cheek.

Even out of their depths, they're together.

In synch.

A unit.

Now, as close as they are, she stares down warmly into the moonlit eyes as Aryia shares her confusion... and her..."

Her invitation...

A flutter runs the length of the larger woman's frame to clasping bond, it sounds in her breath, for reasons she doesn't fully comprehend, and she swallows once more.

"I want... to be with you..." she confesses, following the look toward her equipment. To the articles of her personas. Her weapons.

"I don't w-want them... to.. to hurt you."

That warm, smiling visage of Aryia, her slightly nervous about the offer, firms slightly. The glow pulses brighter, like a lantern passing by a window. "... V..." she softly intones in her timbreless voice. "... and I don't want... want them to hurt you either. But... if... if they get you and you're alone. Then I can't help you," she lays out, the warmth in her heart making her confidence grow twofold. If she couldn't keep her sister safe, she could at least- "And if I'm alone, you can't help me. B-But if they get to both of us... and we're together..."

Her expression turns firm, the prospect of a hundred new scars not shaking her in the slightest. "... then they have to deal with... with an excellent team. And they won't know what hit them."


Venom's eyes are troubled, and there are the embers of fear in their depths.

As Aryia begins to speak, to assure her that she doesn't want the Acanian to be hurt, either, her mouth opens with intent to respond. To tell her that she isn't worth sacrificing so long a span to protect.

Truth.

Words do not fail the rogue weapon; they deny her. Refusing her call and leaving her floundering for some way to answer as Aryia's words continue to drive home a new concept

She has value.

Followed by simple truths, rationed logic meshing with her conditioned thinking, while the sentiment behind them drives to the fledgeling heart under it all.

For a thousand years, the night blossom's mind and heart chase their tails.

Two centuries to a heartbeat.

With an impulsive lunge, she moves to engulf the elf in her arms.

Who needs words...?

Aryia's face is firmed with a near dozen decades of hardship, knowing her value and her capabilities. And the past few months has shown her that she was capable of far more than she could ever dream of.

And then a broken blade wandered into her life.

And now that lost mul'neissa had purpose.

What did it mean? And why did it burn so hot?

The smaller woman is easily wrapped up as a soft, surprised noise escapes her. The pugilist a pillar no matter the situation.

The burning lanterns slide shut, the glowing milky orb losing it luster and starting to fade as the night sky becomes clouded.

Scarred arms wrap around the other.

"... my night blossom..."

The lights fade, and all is consumed by umbra.

"... bloom for me."

-End Scene-

[[Category:Logs]]

The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8

2021-10-12T18:13:45Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: The Reliquary of Ahazi Part 8
*Emitter: Whirlpool
*Characters: Dax, Paenitia, Aryia, Venom, Ravendar, Seyardu, Lyme
*Place: Farmlands of Alexandros
*Time: Wednesday, July 28, 2021, 8:45 PM
*Summary: Overture! Curtain, lights! This is it, the night of nights. No more rehearsing and nursing the parts, we know every part by heart. Tonight what heights we'll hit. On with the show this is it! The adventures are on stage on magic spots with a ghostly audience that desires to be entertained. It commences with Ravendar fiddling, followed up my gun, with occasional music as Venom and Aryia demonstrate amazing shooting and bullet deflecting abilities. This doesn't seem to satisfy the audience, however, so after a discussion on whether or not to try kicking Paenitia around stage, Seyardu is delegated to write a play about a damsel, dragon and knight that subverts expectations. This is done on the fly, everyone takes their positions, and Aryia and Ravendar kill the performance while everyone else dies. Except Lyme, who is sublyme. With a great groaning, centre-stage descends and something appears. The reliquary at last? Close on screams.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Dax 5'0" 110 Lb Human Female A 5' tall red haired human with piercings and tats.
Paenitia 3'0" 34 Lb Halfling Female A Lucht knight, dark skinned in bold feathery finery.
Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a curious look about her.
Venom 5'6" 130 Lb Human Female A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.
Ravendar 3'1" 40 Lb Halfling Male A red-haired Lucht Siuil man.
Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Lyme 7'2" 435 Lb Orc Butch Black-skinned oruch of suitable stature.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Went to a Show -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Davienne 5'1" 101 Lb Half-Elf Female A ranger with a cat.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Whirlpool Otyugh I am stinky!
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==Previously==

''The adventurers recover after having been steam cleaned and ponder what else to do with the cauldron. There seems to be less mural than there was before, no one can remember which pieces are missing. The best guess of the wall readers is perhaps something personal; everyone provides something, some more personal than others. There is a rainbow explosion and the cauldron sinks into the grown. Everyone follows, discovering a huge amphitheater. Dax and Lyme take a seat.''

''Phantasmal individuals begin to appear, one after the other, sitting in the audience. Their eyes are beginning to focus. A dozen, two dozen, three dozen. The audience.''

''They're watching intently, staring at the auditorium. Illusions, perhaps? Half-transparent. A mix of human, elves, and gnomes, as well, men and women. Even some children.''

''Dax claps and then stays in the audience.''

''Lyme stiffens as people materialize all around him, and his hand reaches out for Dax' flask once again reflexively. Then he looks around again, and blinks. "Huh." ''

''Venom straightens from her examination of a bench when company suddenly manifests out of the ether around her. There's a moment where her hands come up, locked into fists, but, with a cant of the head and a look about, they lower once more.''

''She lifts a hand in a tentative wave, then edges back, noting the the tracking of her movements, and her hands busy themselves anew.''

''"Not illusions." Venom signs, hesitating for a couple beats, then continues: "Remnants of the faithful." <handspeech>''

''Aryia freezes in place as the audience fills in. Magic. This had to be magic. But then it dawns on her with the catching of her breath. Her attention slides to Venom, her grey face paled to ash, and she gulps. A shudder leaves her as her hands shake as she signs to everyone. "Yes. These are real..." The shadow elf looks incredibly unnerved. <Handspeech>''

''Seyardu stopped her investigation of the floor from the ground as she picked herself up.''

''Great, an entire audience saw the silverscale trip. If she had been capable of blushing, she would have been beet red.%r
She picked herself up off of the stage and looked around, before quickly hopping off. "Well, I was not expecting this. Did I do something? Or are they waiting for something now that we are here?" She asks the group, trying to move past what had just happened.''

''Paenitia does not understand the handsigns. She does see the audience appear, and waves happily to them, "Hola! I am Sister Paenitia Snapdragon del Haranna, Knight of the Pillar and the Mistress of Ceremonies tonight"''

''"We have the great show! The ensemble acts of the uncoordinated. The great orations of the silent, and the amazing adventures of the friend Dragon. Yes."''

==Now==

She sounds as happy as her grinning mask, "Prepare to be enter-TAINED!"

Aryia nervously fidgets with her hands, looking about at their spectral audience. "What do we do?" she asks with some nervous signs, though she smiles a bit at the joke Paenitia cracks about the group. <Handspeech>

Looking around, Dax slows her clapping as others start to pick themselves up and there's a question being played out. "Now, we're here, they're here, an' there's a stage. Are we waitin' fer performers ta show up? I don't wanna give up my seat, I got a pretty close ta the front row an' all. Fair an' square." She comments, and folds her arms a bit as she tries to avoid any spectre-ish people from touching her.

The audience is watching everyone expectantly.

Venom looks to Aryia's hands as they sign, then turns slowly to sweep her attention over the spectres.

Hmmm..

She looks back to Aryia and shrugs, then considers the others. Her usual performances worked under the caveat; if you were aware she did something, she screwed up.

"That is the same question I would ask." Seyardu adds once she is off the stage, and back with the group. "We seem to have done, something. I would wonder if we could speak, but they likely speak nothing we would recognize. Where do we go from here? And is the magic damaged over time, like with the pot?"

"Ha ha, no!" Paenitia says, clanking forward to the edge of the platform where she can bend and still look down at Dax. "See! You are in the seat of another, on his lap. I am sure he much enjoy but there are children watch, it not that kind of show! You must perform another way. We are all the performers!"

The Red Knight waves at everyone. She's laughing, on almost every word she says. Her grinning mask has never been so apt. If only there was someone to fulfill the tragedy role, with a frowning one. She straightens, addressing the whole audience, "I introduce the actors tonight! Lyme, the perfect straight man. Dax, our lush. The two mimes, and the dragon acrobat."

She gestures towards Ravendar, "and the troubadour of heartbreak with his flute of misfortune!"

"All here to amuse and deslight!"

Aryia's feet are frozen on the spot as she's singled out. She had to go up there, didn't she? Would she have to dance again? Oh please, no more dancing...

Slowly, the mute elf steps up onto the stage with only a single, worrying thought in her mind. What the hell is a mime?

Venom cants her head with Paenitia's... unique casting calls and shrugs with a slow breath ruffling her veil. She turns with some reticence, much like her fellow 'mine', and makes her way toward the stage. Alas, she's unable to answer her costar's unframed question, and so, she waits, surveying the audience anew while someone comes up with a script.

These spirits don't seem inclined to do anything just yet. They are watching you, one and all.

"I ain't no lush!" Says Dax, mid-near last pull from her flask. It's really getting low, and basically has drops left. And she stands, her top still allowing much bounce as she grumbles, "I hate all this by the way. Spooks, ghouls, witches, an' their cauldrons of doom. It jus' ain't natural." She shakes her head, looking around the room before taking in a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. "If it'll make them all stop ... starin' at me, fine. I'll do what I gotta do, but no public pissin'... I done that once or twice fer gold, an' people jus' run away while yer pants are down. Won't be fooled a second, third, maybe fourth, time... somewhere 'round there." She starts to move toward the stage, shivering a bit with all the eyes on her and the rest of the group.

"Surely, there is someone better than myself for acrobatics." Seyardu sighs, looking about the room. "I am clumsy enough with both feet on the ground, let alone leaping or tumbling through the air, or jumping between the trees. This one, is unsure what they would do for a performance, if there is one necessary. But if there is anything that I can do, I will assist. The dancing went decently, getting here, but they may not wish for a repeat of what has already been done?"

Aryia gives Dax a weirded out look before signing to Venom on the sly, "What the fuck is a M-Y-M-E" <Handspeech>

Ravendar has been scouting out the back of the amphitheater and watches as the audience appears. He passes his hand in front of a couple to see if there is any reaction as he watches his companions head towards the stage. He starts down just as his name is called out and he winces a bit as it's the fiddle not the flute that he's good at. He does give a big smile to Paeniita, "Thank you for announcing everyone, but perhaps give everyone a little time and we can decide what kind of show we can successfully put on. It doesn't have to be a play or just singing, we can do a variety type show that can showcase everyone's talents. I've seen shows with mock combat, demonstrations of physical prowess, even a mage who could tell you what number you were thinking of by asking you some questions. It was very amazing. How about we take a few moments and brainstorm what we want to do before we get up on stage." He offers.

"Nature isn't all there is." signs the veiled woman.

There is a little quirk to the angle of her head as Aryia puts forth a new question and Venom is still for a moment as she tries to chose the right signs for the answer, "A type of actor that conveys situation, meaning and mood through posture and expression. Silently." <handspeech>

"The show must go on! The audience, he will not wait. We must be interesting as fast as we can." Paenitia replies to Ravendar, waving her fellow Lucht up and switching to stage whispers for everyone else.

The kind of stage whispers that are heard by performers, not meant to be heard by the observers, although she might not be great at keeping them separate.

"Come up with an act to surprise and amuse. Ravendar have the good suggestions." She sounds thoughtful, "I have the idea." She fiddles with her hat and mask pointing at the audience, "Prepare to be amaze!" More fiddling, "in just the moment!"

Once on the stage Dax is sort of moving cautiously, and squinting at everyone nearby, including the people she's been with. "Look, I ain't tryin' ta be dismissive or nothin' but... I've gone ta a show or two an' it always ends with folks throwin' things and people laughin'. I'd be better sittin' this one out, you know, bein' oral support out in the audience an' all. Maybe waaaaay back an' outta sight, away from all these starin' creepers."

"If we will be acting soon, then I shall bolster our spirits before the performance. It is best to get it correct the first time, if it is what is necessary." Seyardu nods, patting the collar of their breastplate. "I am still concerned however, if this is the correct course. The stories from before, it seemed they were quite defeated by the end of them, and I am worried this may be the finale of the trials we have been through."

"Please, allow me just a moment. I would like to see if there are possibly any magics present that may activate should we continue."

Ravendar moves over towards his companions, "I think we all have to perform in some way and we don't want the acts to repeat themselves otherwise the audience will get bored. So what's everyone the best at? I'll go first to get the ball rolling. I'm good with a fiddle and can probably keep the audience entertained for a song or two."

Aryia looks as if she understood somewhat the definition given, but had never seen such a thing before. She gives an uncertain nod towards her fellow silent companion, followed by a light nudge of the knuckle on an arm. "So... do you want to spar for our act or whatever? I think it'd look somewhat interesting." <Handspeech>

Aryia just shrugs at Dax.

Venom turns to regard Dax for a beat or two, then seems to settle on a neutral point where she can probably look at each of her companions as they speak. Her veil ruffles again, and her head turns toward Aryia on the knuckle bump. A stillness and she gives a minute nod and thumbs up before she makes some adjustment or other beneath the shrouding poncho.

Her hands re-emerge, and she signs, "How will we decide who wins?" <handspeech>

<pre>GAME: Seyardu casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13</pre>

"Celestial mother, grant this one sight of the magics which linger within these ruins, the guidance to determine how best to proceed." The silverscale chants, blinking some as she looked around, and squinted even more than usual.

There is magic in several spots on the stage and all the ghosts are magic, of course.

"There is magic on the stage, it is not merely for standing upon. Or rather, something may be present beyond just being a raised platform for the show." They note once they were satisfied. "The purpose, what it is, is unclear."

"Are there any of them pictures from before? Ya know, where it says all we gotta do is eat or drink or somethin'?" Dax questions as she herself looks around, one of her hands moving up and down on her alternate forearm a bit. "What if I ain't so good at nothin'? I mean, I'm pretty good at killin' things an' runnin', an' all that. Very good at eatin', sleepin'... not sure any of that be somethin' too keen on watchin'."

As Ravendar has stepped up, and Paenitia has declared herself the MC, she marches two steps with extra heavy stomps to make her armour clank and emphasize her presence. She addresses the ghosts, gesturing wildly at the bard.

"The first act tonight is Ravendar the Honey Tongued! He shall croon sweet ballads and lullabies of tragedies, to terrorize and delight."

With a loud clang that is her gauntlets clapping together, she steps back and away, points at Ravendar and commands, "Spotlight there! Blue! You are up! Ole!"

She heard there was magic to this stage. Perhaps it works on command.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu rolls knowledge/religion: (13)+5: 18
GAME: Seyardu casts Bless. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14</pre>

"Those in the stands, they are not illusions." Seyardu says suddenly, finding little with the stage itself. "We should do our best here though, and not dissapoint, I think. Though I know not what to do. If there is any assistance I can provide however, that may be best? I am fairly strong, and relatively tall, so there may be some use I can be."

The hand returned to the armor again as she offered a small prayer. Bolstering their spirits, and not bolstering the spirits.

<pre>GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/string: (14)+8: 22</pre>

Ravendar looks over at Paenitia and he mutters to himself, "I'm a fiddler, not a flutist, not a singer and not anything else." He takes off his case and he takes out his fiddle. He spends a long couple of moments tuning up the fiddle and he looks over towards Seyardu, "Can you point me to one of the spots?" He asks as he slowly draws the bow over the strings to make sure it sounds right given everything they've gone through. He waits for Seyaru's direction so he knows where to go and will walk over there. He has a bright smile on his face before the crowd as he addresses them, "Ladies and Gentlemen, that you for joining me tonight. I have a very special song to perform for you. It is one about Animus and Tarian, quiet an unlikely pair.

Ravendar starts to tap his foot a little bit as he starts off on his fiddle playing. It's a jaunty tune with a lot of back and forth, which is tough for one person to do, but he seems to pull it off reasonably well, hopefully buying enough time for the others to figure out what to do with their acts.

The audience stares. There is no response until Ravendar is done. There is polite, phantasmal applause.

They don't seem terribly impressed but they may be withholding judgment. on the other hand something could be missing. It's hard to say

"Thank you! Thank you! You are the wonderful, most responsive audience." Paenitia says loudly, doing her best to add to the applause by bashing her gauntlets together. She looks at Ravendar, shrugging, her mask ever smiling, and stage-whispers, "That was good, and tie to Animus, but they the warm glass of water. What you think is missing?"

Turning once more, she calls out to the crowd, "Our next performer need no introduction from me! He or She introduce themselves!" She throw her arms wide.

And anxiously calls back to her cohorts, "Okay, someone else, do the thing."

Aryia looks to Venom, gesturing towards center stage, uncertain. "No winners, just flashy." <Handspeech >

Ravendar finishes with a flourish and the a bow before he heads off stage. "So I hate to say this, but I don't think that everyone doing 1 thing at a time is going to work. I think we need to do 1 big group thing all together. Maybe a chanting prayer or something connected to the Eidolon Hymn if possible."

"Why not get back out there, then and keep on playin'? And we'll jus' add as we figure out what we are goin' ta do?" Dax questions and then looks over to Sey, "You kin do somethin'? Ya look smart, an' fancy, I'll pick ya up and hold you while ya do yer thing?"

Venom nods in acknowledgement and starts to follow Aryia's lead out to the stage. She passes Ravendar with a gently knuckle bump to his arm and continues along. There's a litle list of her head, so she's probably considering his words, but, just in case, she signs anew:

"We need introductions?" <handspeech>

Question/suggestion posed, the veiled woman hikes up the poncho over her shoulder, baring the empty, tooled holster riding her thigh, as well as the tip of another along her back.

"This does not feel right, but I do not know that much about human performances." Seyardu nods. "They do not cheer like those in the stands at the colosseum. "It may be we must all take part at once, in one group. If there is a prayer, it would most be likely something like they would be used to, correct? A prayer with a stage, a performance is the ritual like before."

She looks confused though, towards Dax. "I do not look fancy, and I do not know what to do. And I would likely crush you if you attempted to hold me above, regardless."

Ravendar takes Dax's advice and hops back up to start playing some low key fight music, that starts out low and slowly starts to build. He makes sure he's in one of the places that Seyardu pointed out.

Dax looking to Seyardu then to the others, "You have the shiny scales an' all. An' ya wiggle yer fingers an' things happen. Yer fancy, like them point eared folks." Dax is a bit confused though, scritching at her braided hair near her scalp. "You'd crush me? Ya weigh more'n some oruchs then? Why don't I launch ya then, with my feet? Ya know, like kids do off boats?" She's really grasping for an idea.

The Red Knight looks between Ravendar and Seyardu, "Okay. That the good point. I am out of the ideas for ensemble piece. You will have to write the roles. I am sure there the great story with the damsel in the tower, a dragon, a paramour and backup tragedy singers, but cannot imagine the thing."

Then Ravendar leaps back out as Venom and Aryia step up, "or that work too." She turns her mask to Seyardu, "Okay, you write the group performance."

She faces the audience once more, "Now! Daring acts of violence, with music!"

Aryia looks at Venom across the way, her steadying her breathing and raising her fists. Milky eyes glance to the small piece of weapon glinting behind her mute comrade. She gets an idea. "Shoot me" Aryia confidently signs, turning her plated knuckles towards Venom. She bobs on her feet, frame loaded like wound spring. <Handspeech>

"I am not fancy, and the shiny scales mean nothing." The sith-makar states with a shake of her head. "A group performance, It could work. We have the stage, we have the music, and a show. The question is how myself, and Dax would add to the performance? Music inspires emotion for softskins." She notes, looking to the mul as she was signing, and blinking several times

"I am not sure what you intend to do, but I will trust your judgement. Ravendar, he could play accompanying music, something to add to the tension with such an act, to prepare them for what is to come?"

The sith-makar glances to Dax, and to Paenitia. "Perhaps a throw of dame Paenitia would work better? If you would trust me to be the catcher."

Lyme is so fabulous they made up a whole word to describe it. Sublyme. Lyme is a fine caustic, as well.

Surely, if the mild straightening of Venom's posture are any indication, she's probably blinking owlishly at her silent companion.

A bold play, indeed.

Suspecting they have more similarities than she'd guessed, she takes Aryia at face value, sighing a quick, "Back to me." <handspeech>

Her hands snap to their tasks as her left foot swings out into a wide stance, the left slips the slender cyllinder from her ammunition belt as the other pivots the longarm out from the holster beneath the poncho, bringing them together in a flex of break-action.

There is an almost musical rattle as the shot is readied for a Morbid break into showbusiness and she levels the barrel of the Thunderbelcher, a curious octagonal spiral of pattern welded steel reinforcing a green crystal core, at the other 'mime'. Her thumb pulls back the hammer with ratcheting clicks before the trigger is set off, unleashing the shot with another buzzing report of the quasi-artifice, her bracing hand coming free of the forend at once for what may come in the blink of an eye.

Ravendar continue to play as the music grows more and more intense. He is watching Venom closely as he brings the music to a crescendo right as the bullet is fired.

Lyme slinks out of the bleacher area to stand in the shadow of the stairs. He's not here. No really.

"Fine fine fine. I'll kick the lil' knight in yer direction. You catch them, an' in mid-air..." Dax looks over in the direction of Pae, "Ya do somethin'... fun. I guess. I ain't sure about all this, but it is about as much as I got ta do." She looks around, "Anyone else wanna get kicked around? Maybe tossed about or somethin'?"

Instead of flesh and and blood erupting from where the shadow elf stand, a spray of sparks lit her up. During that flash, her fist was back handing seemingly nothing in air. But with a follow through on the strike, a whistling noise could be heard zipping from Aryia and back towards Venom. A smirk was born on her face, a quick glimpse of a sign "Back" flashed as she keeps spinning on a heel, preparing for return fire. <Handspeech>

"Those do not sound fun or funny and I am not the football." Paenitia says, flinching a step back as the thunderbelcher goes off. The acoustics are amazing here, quite amplifying. "The armour is heavier than she looks. You will break your foot off in my donkeyiote you kick me."

"What the other ideas are?" The Red Knight asks. She is out of position, having earlier missed the magic spots that Seyardu identified. She continues to watch Aryia and Venom's engagement.

Already moving on the shot, Venom snaps her forearm upright with a tight fist and, with a sharp, >Kpewwww!< and flash of sparks, the shot it deflected upward, tumbling end over end in the air to bounce once upon the stage floor and roll aside to stillness. Frozen, perhaps in flourish, or relief that worked, hair, veil and poncho then drift to rest around her. She rests the weapon over her shoulder as a soldier at parade and, tucking one foot behind the other, bends at the waist to bow to her partner.
The ghosts do not even flinch, but they seem somewhat enthused for the shooting and deflecting. Perhaps the novelty stirred them.

Aryia spins herself out ro a stop, her bowing along with (albeit a bit awkwardly) Venom. She steps up towards her and stands beside them, a sigh of relief coming from her lips. She shared similar sentiments, it seemed.

Ravendar winds the music slowly down to a close as the duel is done.

"You do not think that tumbling through the air is fun?" The silverscale asks. "I thought it sounded interesting. The artifice, it fires a small piece of metal, and quite quickly, but this one thinks it would be worthy of note, you are clad in much more metal, and have much more personality than a bullet. It sounds more impressive if it were to be you soaring through the air instead."

"But perhaps, there is something else to be done. My ideas, they are still limited on the matter."

There's a bit of a smirk on her face, and Dax offers, "I kin take a piece of jerky, toss it inta the air, and slice off pieces of it ta eat? In mid-air wit' me claws. Or, I could fight someone 'ere. I'd jus' not like hurtin' anyone." She gives up with a bit of a shrug, "That is of course if the lil' knight doesn't want to be flung through the air by my feet, an' all that."
Lyme offers from the shadow of the stairwell. "If anyone needs tossing, I can make sure to do it with dignity and respect."

Paenitia stares at Seyardu through her mask, her eyes intense in the faux face of a stylized man. She tilts her head, "I am not the skilled performer trained in song and dance and acrobatics. The armour weight almost as much as me."

Then there's Dax's suggestion, backed up by Lyme. The little knight relents.

"You all seem obsessed with try to throw me. All right, come on then." She drops into a low fighting stance, and she's already low to the ground.

She barks like a very large dog, "Habbe Quiddam." She pulls out her warhammer. <gnoll>

Looking between the two, then over to Lyme, "Ya can throw me if the lil' knight's against it. I probably weigh less, an' I don't mind fer sure." She offers, but looks back to Pae as she relents and quirks her mouth, "Either way, ya can even toss me? I'm fine wit' that as well, jus' thinking wit' yer weird lookin' mask and all the audience might get more of a kick than me floppin' about."

"There are six spots on stage, and they seem to have some audio amplifying qualities, for voice, or other sounds." The sith-makar notes. "Perhaps if all spaces are occupied? There is something needed to activate them, however."

The veiled woman flicks a quick, "Together." to Aryia and gently clasps her hand, turns, and bows for the crowd. <handspeech>

She makes a note to herself to collect that round, even if it needs to be reshaped, it will be useful.

She gives a little huff at Paenitia's observation, but without the expression behind her shroud, the meaning is rather nebulous.

Courtesies afforded, she moves to make way and does, indeed, scoop up the expended round.

Lyme nods to Dax. "I'm sure I can make you flight in a glorious arc." He looks at Paenitia. "I wouldn't want to un-anchor the weight of your self-regard in this. It isn't worth it in the long run." He turns back to Dax. "You can look fierce! I've seen it." He steps up, looking at the stage. "I think we have spaces, Dax?"

Ravendar comes back over to the rest of the group, "So I have an idea. We put on a 1 act play, we keep it short and simple, but maybe offer theme a twist on a common tale. Usually it's knight slays dragon and wins damsel right. What if we did damsel defeats knight and rescues dragon? Maybe the damsel is a wizard sent by Animus to free the dragon from an evil knight. However the evil knight is merely cursed and using her magic the wizard uncurses the knight who is in love with the dragon and the two ride off into the sunset together while the wizard gets her reward from Animus, a peek at his spellbook."

With a look to Lyme, then back to Pae, Dax moves in the direction of the Oruch. She looks around for a 'space' based upon what Sey was saying but she also now listens a little to Ravendar... and squints, "Whoa whoa whoa, ya want us ta memorize that whole thing an' do something with it?" She grimaces a bit, "I'd rather see about gettin' flung through the air and crash into one of them undead witch risen folk than figure out how ta pull off that complicated plan."

Seyardu takes a place at one of the spots, and nods to the Lucht. "You hold yourself with grace and enthusiasm, which will win over the ghosts watching. Maybe. If unnecessary, and you do not wish to, then we will not do so."

She listens along, looking more unsure by the second as she gestures to the spots she saw. "Perhaps a play may work better, it seems while they enjoy it, it is not what they are looking for."

Ravendar smiles at Dax, "Nah I'll make it all up as the narrator, you'd just have to do what I say or I'll narrate what you do to make it all work. The play doesn't have to be good, we just have to do it together, which is what I think the point is. Those that don't want to be in the play itself can help me by making sound effects."

Lyme pauses. "The twists are making my head hurt. Tell me when to toss Dax in a shapely arc!" He pauses. "Okay, as long as you're telling us what to do, I think it'll be okay." A pause. "I'm not an actor. I can try to make noises, too, if you like. But I /can/ throw people."

Aryia looks down to the clasped hands for a moment, surprised. But she bows with Venom towards the crowd. She holds the hand a touch longer before releasing it, her quietly walking over to one of the magic spots. Aryia tries to appear engaged with he developments, but doesn't know how to contribute. She could not act, and her sounds were limited.

The Red Knight glances at Lyme, straightening up as Dax volunteers for the role. Seyardu gets an acknowledgement and she moves to one of the indicated spots.

"Maybe the play work if we take the positions and say something, but you forget Aryia and Venom cannot, and if we have to stay on spot, there is no room for moving."

Paenitia indicates one of the other places the silverscale pointed out, "Maybe throw her there, for the alluring arc."

Ravendar hmms, "I mean maybe the wizard has a companion or two and the evil knights has minions so there can be a little mock battle before the spell is broken. The companion and minions now leaderless go to a tavern afterwards and are rewarded with free drinks."

Ravendar adds, "And if you are a companion or minion I'll reward you with free drinks back at Alexandria."

With Lyme's pause, Dax stops near him and turns back to look over at Ravendar, "Alright alright. Mister fiddly wiggly, we'll follow yer direction." She does look for a 'spot' that is on the ground, but she looks up, "Wait, we're gettin' free drinks?" A bigger grin, "I'm in, I'll be one of them companions or mini uhns, whatever they be. I'm running low an' all, the sooner we get back the better off I'll be fer sure."

Lyme nods. "Just tell me what I am, and what to do, and I'll do it." He sounds... eager to find a place and work it.

Venom doesn't seem to notice to slight delay in the release of her hand, or at least, she makes no overt show of doing so. Like Aryia, she assumes a spot and looks to the others as they plot out their intending goings' on as she idly rolls the slightly deformed bullet across her knuckles back and forth then gives it a moment or two of consideration before slipping it, and ultimately her rifle, back to their places.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu rolls perform/acting: (4)+perform/acting: 4
GAME: Dax rolls perform/acting: (8)+perform/acting: 8
GAME: Venom rolls perform/act: (3)+0: 3
GAME: Paenitia rolls perform/act: (2)+2: 4
GAME: Aryia rolls perform/act: (20)+-2: 18
GAME: Lyme rolls perform/act: (13)+2: 15
GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/Oratory: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/string: (6)+8: 14</pre>

Ravendar waves his hand, "It's fine just stay in your circle and do your best to act it all out. I really don't know I'm making it all as I go along. If I had to make guess I'd say that those spots were for trained musicians so that the whole amphitheater could hear them, but I don't know at this point." He gives out roles and hopes for the best as he plays the music and narrates.

Aryia, for some reason, is assigned a role that she can just DO. Every fumble is in character, every blunder was well timed comedy, and the moments she was needed, she delivered strong. Somehow. Maybe it was due to her newfound confidence with her new friend that she seemed to click well with.

Paenitia is a terrible actor. Several factors combine to make this so. She's small, so she's hard to see. Her voice, while expressive, is muffled by her mask so everything she says has to be shouted and she can only feign a few moods, with unbridled enthusiasm being the most practiced. The mask, again, prevents any facial expressions, and her heavy armour, wide-brimmed hat, peacock feather cloak and heavy steel shield all combine to make her largely featureless beyond the obvious. She's a Red Knight. Her limbs are short, so even dramatic poses are hard to distinguish. She clanks, and her performance isn't the absolute worst it could have been, but there's barely no difference between that and what she does deliver.

Dax roars in the middle of Raven's performance and then looks around, "Wait, was I not the terrible dragon?" She pauses and then grimaces a bit as she looks around. Then tries to do what Ravendar tells her to do, but is all boob and no skill. With the directions she's given she's always a bit too late, or too early, or sometimes mixing up parts as she stumbles through lines, words, grumbles and growls at herself, "This is terrible, an' I'd of rather been tossed."

Seyardu, for her part, did a decent job with her lines. But knowing the lines was not enough, and the sith-makar sounded monotone and flat, with none of the expressions picked up by likely anyone on the stage or audience. It would have been excellent if all the audience had been sith-makar, but to those present, it was almost robotic in execution.

Venom is, similarly ungifted in the art of impromptu theater, it seems. She, like the knight, is shrouded and her expressions unguessible. She doesn't have the synchronicity with Ravendar that she seems to have with Aryia, who is by far better than she at this. She struggles with the particulars of her part, and her guesswork makes her reactions somewhat bafflingly sluggish and overwrought. She continues to endure, but doubts an end to the commentary when this is over....

Lyme just listens, smiles, and does what he's told. It works... somehow, but it works. Maybe it's the tingling feeling at the base of his spine when he feels the ghostly eyes on the stage, but... he likes performing. He doesn't twirl, not unless he's told to, but it's there in his toes.

It's interesting. They observe all of you closely, yes, and they seem pleased with the result. You're playing along. It's Aryia and Dax who bet the most attention. Why that is isn't clear, but Aryia particularly has the collective groups attention. There is a nod of recognition from each of them in her direction and one by one they start to fade away. The ground in the middle of the stage starts to rumble, lower.

<pre>GAME: Lyme rolls sense motive: (1)+3: 4 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Seyardu rolls sense motive: (2)+7: 9
GAME: Dax rolls sense motive: (15)+0: 15
GAME: Aryia rolls sense motive: (10)+11: 21
GAME: Ravendar rolls sense motive: (11)+2: 13
GAME: Paenitia rolls sense motive: (1)+10: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Venom rolls sense motive: (8)+10: 18</pre>

Lyme almost glows with fulfillment. It doesn't matter that the attention isn't on him, he still feels it in his soul, and even as the floor lowers, he doesn't really notice that -- or much of anything. He just sits in the feeling of fulfillment, feeling gratitude.

Paenitia can't tell how her performance was received. Or even, how the other performers did. She tries to meet audience eyes and they're always looking elsewhere, usually Aryia, but occasionally Lyme or Ravendar.

When the stage rumbles and a portion of it starts to drop, she turns in that direction to watch it and completely misses any accolades that might come her way. None do, so it works out.

"Creepy monstrous bastards. Each of them." Dax mentions as she shivers again, seeing the audience disappear. She looks around and shakes her head, eyes a bit wide, "I don't care what we did, or what we have ta do next. That there fella's gonna pay out his backside in drinks." She points to Ravendar, and then takes in a deep breath and out another huff.

Ravendar claps his hands as the play finishes as the ghosts are put to rest one more. "Great job one and all especially you Aryia, you have some real talent." He eyes the middle of the stage, "So what do you think is next?" He grins at Dax, "Yep I owe some of you drinks, but thank you for participating."

Aryia felt incredibly silly, and dumb, her face red with embarrassment and effort. She wanted out of here as soon as possible, even all eyes are on her. Once they vanish she falls to a knee, her fanning her face with a hand. That was... something Aryia did not want to repeat ever again. She steals a glance towards the lowering floor.

Aryia waves off the compliment, attention overload.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu casts Create Water. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13</pre>

Seyardu offers a bow to the ghosts as they departed. Hopefully it was a good reason, the way the floor opened up seemed promising, for that.

"Well, that is another trial down, yes? How is everyone holding up? These tasks are strange, but they seem to be successful, so far." She asks, looking around. Out of her bag she pulls out a camping mug, and with a short prayer in draconic tongue, it was filled with fresh, cold water that was offered to the Mul as she kneeled down.

Venom is pretty sure her performance was... tolerated, but she does note a trend in where a lot of the attention was focused.

She nods to what Ravendar says and goes about the group bumping knuckles to shoulders lightly before turning to throw a pair a thumbs up toward Aryia, only to find her on a knee.

She gives a quick look to the others, then take a knee beside her and quickly signs, "Are you alright?" <handspeech>

Aryia nods, gulping down the water and spilling a quarter of it. "Don't... don't make me M-Y-M-E ever... ever again." Aryia borrows Venom's shoulder for a bit, steadying herself before finally rising to her feet. <Handspeech>

A platform rises up from the stage. Upon it sits a single, small, ornate chest. Could that be the reliquary?

It could. Of course, the sudden shriek that just fills the auditorium isn't a good sign of getting out of here cleanly...

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''Venom''
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml4wAnvfM4M

The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8

2021-10-12T18:11:27Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: The Reliquary of Ahazi Part 8
*Emitter: Whirlpool
*Characters: Dax, Paenitia, Aryia, Venom, Ravendar, Seyardu, Lyme
*Place: Farmlands of Alexandros
*Time: Wednesday, July 28, 2021, 8:45 PM
*Summary: Overture! Curtain, lights! This is it, the night of nights. No more rehearsing and nursing the parts, we know every part by heart. Tonight what heights we'll hit. On with the show this is it! The adventures are on stage on magic spots with a ghostly audience that desires to be entertained. It commences with Ravendar fiddling, followed up my gun, with occasional music as Venom and Aryia demonstrate amazing shooting and bullet deflecting abilities. This doesn't seem to satisfy the audience, however, so after a discussion on whether or not to try kicking Paenitia around stage, Seyardu is delegated to write a play about a damsel, dragon and knight that subverts expectations. This is done on the fly, everyone takes their positions, and Aryia and Ravendar kill the performance while everyone else dies. Except Lyme, who is sublyme. With a great groaning, centre-stage descends and something appears. The reliquary at last? Close on screams.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Dax 5'0" 110 Lb Human Female A 5' tall red haired human with piercings and tats.
Paenitia 3'0" 34 Lb Halfling Female A Lucht knight, dark skinned in bold feathery finery.
Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a curious look about her.
Venom 5'6" 130 Lb Human Female A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.
Ravendar 3'1" 40 Lb Halfling Male A red-haired Lucht Siuil man.
Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Lyme 7'2" 435 Lb Orc Butch Black-skinned oruch of suitable stature.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Went to a Show -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Davienne 5'1" 101 Lb Half-Elf Female A ranger with a cat.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Whirlpool Otyugh I am stinky!
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==Previously==

''The adventurers recover after having been steam cleaned and ponder what else to do with the cauldron. There seems to be less mural than there was before, no one can remember which pieces are missing. The best guess of the wall readers is perhaps something personal; everyone provides something, some more personal than others. There is a rainbow explosion and the cauldron sinks into the grown. Everyone follows, discovering a huge amphitheater. Dax and Lyme take a seat.''

''Phantasmal individuals begin to appear, one after the other, sitting in the audience. Their eyes are beginning to focus. A dozen, two dozen, three dozen. The audience.''

''They're watching intently, staring at the auditorium. Illusions, perhaps? Half-transparent. A mix of human, elves, and gnomes, as well, men and women. Even some children.''

''Dax claps and then stays in the audience.''

''Lyme stiffens as people materialize all around him, and his hand reaches out for Dax' flask once again reflexively. Then he looks around again, and blinks. "Huh." ''

''Venom straightens from her examination of a bench when company suddenly manifests out of the ether around her. There's a moment where her hands come up, locked into fists, but, with a cant of the head and a look about, they lower once more.''

''She lifts a hand in a tentative wave, then edges back, noting the the tracking of her movements, and her hands busy themselves anew.''

''"Not illusions." Venom signs, hesitating for a couple beats, then continues: "Remnants of the faithful." <handspeech>''

''Aryia freezes in place as the audience fills in. Magic. This had to be magic. But then it dawns on her with the catching of her breath. Her attention slides to Venom, her grey face paled to ash, and she gulps. A shudder leaves her as her hands shake as she signs to everyone. "Yes. These are real..." The shadow elf looks incredibly unnerved. <Handspeech>''

''Seyardu stopped her investigation of the floor from the ground as she picked herself up.''

''Great, an entire audience saw the silverscale trip. If she had been capable of blushing, she would have been beet red.%r
She picked herself up off of the stage and looked around, before quickly hopping off. "Well, I was not expecting this. Did I do something? Or are they waiting for something now that we are here?" She asks the group, trying to move past what had just happened.''

''Paenitia does not understand the handsigns. She does see the audience appear, and waves happily to them, "Hola! I am Sister Paenitia Snapdragon del Haranna, Knight of the Pillar and the Mistress of Ceremonies tonight"''

''"We have the great show! The ensemble acts of the uncoordinated. The great orations of the silent, and the amazing adventures of the friend Dragon. Yes."''

==Now==

She sounds as happy as her grinning mask, "Prepare to be enter-TAINED!"

Aryia nervously fidgets with her hands, looking about at their spectral audience. "What do we do?" she asks with some nervous signs, though she smiles a bit at the joke Paenitia cracks about the group. <Handspeech>

Looking around, Dax slows her clapping as others start to pick themselves up and there's a question being played out. "Now, we're here, they're here, an' there's a stage. Are we waitin' fer performers ta show up? I don't wanna give up my seat, I got a pretty close ta the front row an' all. Fair an' square." She comments, and folds her arms a bit as she tries to avoid any spectre-ish people from touching her.

The audience is watching everyone expectantly.

Venom looks to Aryia's hands as they sign, then turns slowly to sweep her attention over the spectres.

Hmmm..

She looks back to Aryia and shrugs, then considers the others. Her usual performances worked under the caveat; if you were aware she did something, she screwed up.

"That is the same question I would ask." Seyardu adds once she is off the stage, and back with the group. "We seem to have done, something. I would wonder if we could speak, but they likely speak nothing we would recognize. Where do we go from here? And is the magic damaged over time, like with the pot?"

"Ha ha, no!" Paenitia says, clanking forward to the edge of the platform where she can bend and still look down at Dax. "See! You are in the seat of another, on his lap. I am sure he much enjoy but there are children watch, it not that kind of show! You must perform another way. We are all the performers!"

The Red Knight waves at everyone. She's laughing, on almost every word she says. Her grinning mask has never been so apt. If only there was someone to fulfill the tragedy role, with a frowning one. She straightens, addressing the whole audience, "I introduce the actors tonight! Lyme, the perfect straight man. Dax, our lush. The two mimes, and the dragon acrobat."

She gestures towards Ravendar, "and the troubadour of heartbreak with his flute of misfortune!"

"All here to amuse and deslight!"

Aryia's feet are frozen on the spot as she's singled out. She had to go up there, didn't she? Would she have to dance again? Oh please, no more dancing...

Slowly, the mute elf steps up onto the stage with only a single, worrying thought in her mind. What the hell is a mime?

Venom cants her head with Paenitia's... unique casting calls and shrugs with a slow breath ruffling her veil. She turns with some reticence, much like her fellow 'mine', and makes her way toward the stage. Alas, she's unable to answer her costar's unframed question, and so, she waits, surveying the audience anew while someone comes up with a script.

These spirits don't seem inclined to do anything just yet. They are watching you, one and all.

"I ain't no lush!" Says Dax, mid-near last pull from her flask. It's really getting low, and basically has drops left. And she stands, her top still allowing much bounce as she grumbles, "I hate all this by the way. Spooks, ghouls, witches, an' their cauldrons of doom. It jus' ain't natural." She shakes her head, looking around the room before taking in a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. "If it'll make them all stop ... starin' at me, fine. I'll do what I gotta do, but no public pissin'... I done that once or twice fer gold, an' people jus' run away while yer pants are down. Won't be fooled a second, third, maybe fourth, time... somewhere 'round there." She starts to move toward the stage, shivering a bit with all the eyes on her and the rest of the group.

"Surely, there is someone better than myself for acrobatics." Seyardu sighs, looking about the room. "I am clumsy enough with both feet on the ground, let alone leaping or tumbling through the air, or jumping between the trees. This one, is unsure what they would do for a performance, if there is one necessary. But if there is anything that I can do, I will assist. The dancing went decently, getting here, but they may not wish for a repeat of what has already been done?"

Aryia gives Dax a weirded out look before signing to Venom on the sly, "What the fuck is a M-Y-M-E" <Handspeech>

Ravendar has been scouting out the back of the amphitheater and watches as the audience appears. He passes his hand in front of a couple to see if there is any reaction as he watches his companions head towards the stage. He starts down just as his name is called out and he winces a bit as it's the fiddle not the flute that he's good at. He does give a big smile to Paeniita, "Thank you for announcing everyone, but perhaps give everyone a little time and we can decide what kind of show we can successfully put on. It doesn't have to be a play or just singing, we can do a variety type show that can showcase everyone's talents. I've seen shows with mock combat, demonstrations of physical prowess, even a mage who could tell you what number you were thinking of by asking you some questions. It was very amazing. How about we take a few moments and brainstorm what we want to do before we get up on stage." He offers.

"Nature isn't all there is." signs the veiled woman.

There is a little quirk to the angle of her head as Aryia puts forth a new question and Venom is still for a moment as she tries to chose the right signs for the answer, "A type of actor that conveys situation, meaning and mood through posture and expression. Silently." <handspeech>

"The show must go on! The audience, he will not wait. We must be interesting as fast as we can." Paenitia replies to Ravendar, waving her fellow Lucht up and switching to stage whispers for everyone else.

The kind of stage whispers that are heard by performers, not meant to be heard by the observers, although she might not be great at keeping them separate.

"Come up with an act to surprise and amuse. Ravendar have the good suggestions." She sounds thoughtful, "I have the idea." She fiddles with her hat and mask pointing at the audience, "Prepare to be amaze!" More fiddling, "in just the moment!"

Once on the stage Dax is sort of moving cautiously, and squinting at everyone nearby, including the people she's been with. "Look, I ain't tryin' ta be dismissive or nothin' but... I've gone ta a show or two an' it always ends with folks throwin' things and people laughin'. I'd be better sittin' this one out, you know, bein' oral support out in the audience an' all. Maybe waaaaay back an' outta sight, away from all these starin' creepers."

"If we will be acting soon, then I shall bolster our spirits before the performance. It is best to get it correct the first time, if it is what is necessary." Seyardu nods, patting the collar of their breastplate. "I am still concerned however, if this is the correct course. The stories from before, it seemed they were quite defeated by the end of them, and I am worried this may be the finale of the trials we have been through."

"Please, allow me just a moment. I would like to see if there are possibly any magics present that may activate should we continue."

Ravendar moves over towards his companions, "I think we all have to perform in some way and we don't want the acts to repeat themselves otherwise the audience will get bored. So what's everyone the best at? I'll go first to get the ball rolling. I'm good with a fiddle and can probably keep the audience entertained for a song or two."

Aryia looks as if she understood somewhat the definition given, but had never seen such a thing before. She gives an uncertain nod towards her fellow silent companion, followed by a light nudge of the knuckle on an arm. "So... do you want to spar for our act or whatever? I think it'd look somewhat interesting." <Handspeech>

Aryia just shrugs at Dax.

Venom turns to regard Dax for a beat or two, then seems to settle on a neutral point where she can probably look at each of her companions as they speak. Her veil ruffles again, and her head turns toward Aryia on the knuckle bump. A stillness and she gives a minute nod and thumbs up before she makes some adjustment or other beneath the shrouding poncho.

Her hands re-emerge, and she signs, "How will we decide who wins?" <handspeech>

<pre>GAME: Seyardu casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13</pre>

"Celestial mother, grant this one sight of the magics which linger within these ruins, the guidance to determine how best to proceed." The silverscale chants, blinking some as she looked around, and squinted even more than usual.

There is magic in several spots on the stage and all the ghosts are magic, of course.

"There is magic on the stage, it is not merely for standing upon. Or rather, something may be present beyond just being a raised platform for the show." They note once they were satisfied. "The purpose, what it is, is unclear."

"Are there any of them pictures from before? Ya know, where it says all we gotta do is eat or drink or somethin'?" Dax questions as she herself looks around, one of her hands moving up and down on her alternate forearm a bit. "What if I ain't so good at nothin'? I mean, I'm pretty good at killin' things an' runnin', an' all that. Very good at eatin', sleepin'... not sure any of that be somethin' too keen on watchin'."

As Ravendar has stepped up, and Paenitia has declared herself the MC, she marches two steps with extra heavy stomps to make her armour clank and emphasize her presence. She addresses the ghosts, gesturing wildly at the bard.

"The first act tonight is Ravendar the Honey Tongued! He shall croon sweet ballads and lullabies of tragedies, to terrorize and delight."

With a loud clang that is her gauntlets clapping together, she steps back and away, points at Ravendar and commands, "Spotlight there! Blue! You are up! Ole!"

She heard there was magic to this stage. Perhaps it works on command.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu rolls knowledge/religion: (13)+5: 18
GAME: Seyardu casts Bless. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14</pre>

"Those in the stands, they are not illusions." Seyardu says suddenly, finding little with the stage itself. "We should do our best here though, and not dissapoint, I think. Though I know not what to do. If there is any assistance I can provide however, that may be best? I am fairly strong, and relatively tall, so there may be some use I can be."

The hand returned to the armor again as she offered a small prayer. Bolstering their spirits, and not bolstering the spirits.

<pre>GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/string: (14)+8: 22</pre>

Ravendar looks over at Paenitia and he mutters to himself, "I'm a fiddler, not a flutist, not a singer and not anything else." He takes off his case and he takes out his fiddle. He spends a long couple of moments tuning up the fiddle and he looks over towards Seyardu, "Can you point me to one of the spots?" He asks as he slowly draws the bow over the strings to make sure it sounds right given everything they've gone through. He waits for Seyaru's direction so he knows where to go and will walk over there. He has a bright smile on his face before the crowd as he addresses them, "Ladies and Gentlemen, that you for joining me tonight. I have a very special song to perform for you. It is one about Animus and Tarian, quiet an unlikely pair.

Ravendar starts to tap his foot a little bit as he starts off on his fiddle playing. It's a jaunty tune with a lot of back and forth, which is tough for one person to do, but he seems to pull it off reasonably well, hopefully buying enough time for the others to figure out what to do with their acts.

The audience stares. There is no response until Ravendar is done. There is polite, phantasmal applause.

They don't seem terribly impressed but they may be withholding judgment. on the other hand something could be missing. It's hard to say

"Thank you! Thank you! You are the wonderful, most responsive audience." Paenitia says loudly, doing her best to add to the applause by bashing her gauntlets together. She looks at Ravendar, shrugging, her mask ever smiling, and stage-whispers, "That was good, and tie to Animus, but they the warm glass of water. What you think is missing?"

Turning once more, she calls out to the crowd, "Our next performer need no introduction from me! He or She introduce themselves!" She throw her arms wide.

And anxiously calls back to her cohorts, "Okay, someone else, do the thing."

Aryia looks to Venom, gesturing towards center stage, uncertain. "No winners, just flashy." <Handspeech >

Ravendar finishes with a flourish and the a bow before he heads off stage. "So I hate to say this, but I don't think that everyone doing 1 thing at a time is going to work. I think we need to do 1 big group thing all together. Maybe a chanting prayer or something connected to the Eidolon Hymn if possible."

"Why not get back out there, then and keep on playin'? And we'll jus' add as we figure out what we are goin' ta do?" Dax questions and then looks over to Sey, "You kin do somethin'? Ya look smart, an' fancy, I'll pick ya up and hold you while ya do yer thing?"

Venom nods in acknowledgement and starts to follow Aryia's lead out to the stage. She passes Ravendar with a gently knuckle bump to his arm and continues along. There's a litle list of her head, so she's probably considering his words, but, just in case, she signs anew:

"We need introductions?" <handspeech>

Question/suggestion posed, the veiled woman hikes up the poncho over her shoulder, baring the empty, tooled holster riding her thigh, as well as the tip of another along her back.

"This does not feel right, but I do not know that much about human performances." Seyardu nods. "They do not cheer like those in the stands at the colosseum. "It may be we must all take part at once, in one group. If there is a prayer, it would most be likely something like they would be used to, correct? A prayer with a stage, a performance is the ritual like before."

She looks confused though, towards Dax. "I do not look fancy, and I do not know what to do. And I would likely crush you if you attempted to hold me above, regardless."

Ravendar takes Dax's advice and hops back up to start playing some low key fight music, that starts out low and slowly starts to build. He makes sure he's in one of the places that Seyardu pointed out.

Dax looking to Seyardu then to the others, "You have the shiny scales an' all. An' ya wiggle yer fingers an' things happen. Yer fancy, like them point eared folks." Dax is a bit confused though, scritching at her braided hair near her scalp. "You'd crush me? Ya weigh more'n some oruchs then? Why don't I launch ya then, with my feet? Ya know, like kids do off boats?" She's really grasping for an idea.

The Red Knight looks between Ravendar and Seyardu, "Okay. That the good point. I am out of the ideas for ensemble piece. You will have to write the roles. I am sure there the great story with the damsel in the tower, a dragon, a paramour and backup tragedy singers, but cannot imagine the thing."

Then Ravendar leaps back out as Venom and Aryia step up, "or that work too." She turns her mask to Seyardu, "Okay, you write the group performance."

She faces the audience once more, "Now! Daring acts of violence, with music!"

Aryia looks at Venom across the way, her steadying her breathing and raising her fists. Milky eyes glance to the small piece of weapon glinting behind her mute comrade. She gets an idea. "Shoot me" Aryia confidently signs, turning her plated knuckles towards Venom. She bobs on her feet, frame loaded like wound spring. <Handspeech>

"I am not fancy, and the shiny scales mean nothing." The sith-makar states with a shake of her head. "A group performance, It could work. We have the stage, we have the music, and a show. The question is how myself, and Dax would add to the performance? Music inspires emotion for softskins." She notes, looking to the mul as she was signing, and blinking several times

"I am not sure what you intend to do, but I will trust your judgement. Ravendar, he could play accompanying music, something to add to the tension with such an act, to prepare them for what is to come?"

The sith-makar glances to Dax, and to Paenitia. "Perhaps a throw of dame Paenitia would work better? If you would trust me to be the catcher."

Lyme is so fabulous they made up a whole word to describe it. Sublyme. Lyme is a fine caustic, as well.

Surely, if the mild straightening of Venom's posture are any indication, she's probably blinking owlishly at her silent companion.

A bold play, indeed.

Suspecting they have more similarities than she'd guessed, she takes Aryia at face value, sighing a quick, "Back to me." <handspeech>

Her hands snap to their tasks as her left foot swings out into a wide stance, the left slips the slender cyllinder from her ammunition belt as the other pivots the longarm out from the holster beneath the poncho, bringing them together in a flex of break-action.

There is an almost musical rattle as the shot is readied for a Morbid break into showbusiness and she levels the battle of the Thunderbelcher, a curious octagonal spiral of pattern welded steel reinforcing a green crystal barrel, at the other 'mime' Her thumb pulls back the hammer with ratcheting clicks before the trigger is set off, unleashing the shot with another buzzing report of the quasi-artifice, her bracing hand coming free of the forend at once for what may come in the blink of an eye.

Ravendar continue to play as the music grows more and more intense. He is watching Venom closely as he brings the music to a crescendo right as the bullet is fired.

Lyme slinks out of the bleacher area to stand in the shadow of the stairs. He's not here. No really.

"Fine fine fine. I'll kick the lil' knight in yer direction. You catch them, an' in mid-air..." Dax looks over in the direction of Pae, "Ya do somethin'... fun. I guess. I ain't sure about all this, but it is about as much as I got ta do." She looks around, "Anyone else wanna get kicked around? Maybe tossed about or somethin'?"

Instead of flesh and and blood erupting from where the shadow elf stand, a spray of sparks lit her up. During that flash, her fist was back handing seemingly nothing in air. But with a follow through on the strike, a whistling noise could be heard zipping from Aryia and back towards Venom. A smirk was born on her face, a quick glimpse of a sign "Back" flashed as she keeps spinning on a heel, preparing for return fire. <Handspeech>

"Those do not sound fun or funny and I am not the football." Paenitia says, flinching a step back as the thunderbelcher goes off. The acoustics are amazing here, quite amplifying. "The armour is heavier than she looks. You will break your foot off in my donkeyiote you kick me."

"What the other ideas are?" The Red Knight asks. She is out of position, having earlier missed the magic spots that Seyardu identified. She continues to watch Aryia and Venom's engagement.

Already moving on the shot, Venom snaps her forearm upright with a tight fist and, with a sharp, >Kpewwww!< and flash of sparks, the shot it deflected upward, tumbling end over end in the air to bounce once upon the stage floor and roll aside to stillness. Frozen, perhaps in flourish, or relief that worked, hair, veil and poncho then drift to rest around her. She rests the weapon over her shoulder as a soldier at parade and, tucking one foot behind the other, bends at the waist to bow to her partner.
The ghosts do not even flinch, but they seem somewhat enthused for the shooting and deflecting. Perhaps the novelty stirred them.

Aryia spins herself out ro a stop, her bowing along with (albeit a bit awkwardly) Venom. She steps up towards her and stands beside them, a sigh of relief coming from her lips. She shared similar sentiments, it seemed.

Ravendar winds the music slowly down to a close as the duel is done.

"You do not think that tumbling through the air is fun?" The silverscale asks. "I thought it sounded interesting. The artifice, it fires a small piece of metal, and quite quickly, but this one thinks it would be worthy of note, you are clad in much more metal, and have much more personality than a bullet. It sounds more impressive if it were to be you soaring through the air instead."

"But perhaps, there is something else to be done. My ideas, they are still limited on the matter."

There's a bit of a smirk on her face, and Dax offers, "I kin take a piece of jerky, toss it inta the air, and slice off pieces of it ta eat? In mid-air wit' me claws. Or, I could fight someone 'ere. I'd jus' not like hurtin' anyone." She gives up with a bit of a shrug, "That is of course if the lil' knight doesn't want to be flung through the air by my feet, an' all that."
Lyme offers from the shadow of the stairwell. "If anyone needs tossing, I can make sure to do it with dignity and respect."

Paenitia stares at Seyardu through her mask, her eyes intense in the faux face of a stylized man. She tilts her head, "I am not the skilled performer trained in song and dance and acrobatics. The armour weight almost as much as me."

Then there's Dax's suggestion, backed up by Lyme. The little knight relents.

"You all seem obsessed with try to throw me. All right, come on then." She drops into a low fighting stance, and she's already low to the ground.

She barks like a very large dog, "Habbe Quiddam." She pulls out her warhammer. <gnoll>

Looking between the two, then over to Lyme, "Ya can throw me if the lil' knight's against it. I probably weigh less, an' I don't mind fer sure." She offers, but looks back to Pae as she relents and quirks her mouth, "Either way, ya can even toss me? I'm fine wit' that as well, jus' thinking wit' yer weird lookin' mask and all the audience might get more of a kick than me floppin' about."

"There are six spots on stage, and they seem to have some audio amplifying qualities, for voice, or other sounds." The sith-makar notes. "Perhaps if all spaces are occupied? There is something needed to activate them, however."

The veiled woman flicks a quick, "Together." to Aryia and gently clasps her hand, turns, and bows for the crowd. <handspeech>

She makes a note to herself to collect that round, even if it needs to be reshaped, it will be useful.

She gives a little huff at Paenitia's observation, but without the expression behind her shroud, the meaning is rather nebulous.

Courtesies afforded, she moves to make way and does, indeed, scoop up the expended round.

Lyme nods to Dax. "I'm sure I can make you flight in a glorious arc." He looks at Paenitia. "I wouldn't want to un-anchor the weight of your self-regard in this. It isn't worth it in the long run." He turns back to Dax. "You can look fierce! I've seen it." He steps up, looking at the stage. "I think we have spaces, Dax?"

Ravendar comes back over to the rest of the group, "So I have an idea. We put on a 1 act play, we keep it short and simple, but maybe offer theme a twist on a common tale. Usually it's knight slays dragon and wins damsel right. What if we did damsel defeats knight and rescues dragon? Maybe the damsel is a wizard sent by Animus to free the dragon from an evil knight. However the evil knight is merely cursed and using her magic the wizard uncurses the knight who is in love with the dragon and the two ride off into the sunset together while the wizard gets her reward from Animus, a peek at his spellbook."

With a look to Lyme, then back to Pae, Dax moves in the direction of the Oruch. She looks around for a 'space' based upon what Sey was saying but she also now listens a little to Ravendar... and squints, "Whoa whoa whoa, ya want us ta memorize that whole thing an' do something with it?" She grimaces a bit, "I'd rather see about gettin' flung through the air and crash into one of them undead witch risen folk than figure out how ta pull off that complicated plan."

Seyardu takes a place at one of the spots, and nods to the Lucht. "You hold yourself with grace and enthusiasm, which will win over the ghosts watching. Maybe. If unnecessary, and you do not wish to, then we will not do so."

She listens along, looking more unsure by the second as she gestures to the spots she saw. "Perhaps a play may work better, it seems while they enjoy it, it is not what they are looking for."

Ravendar smiles at Dax, "Nah I'll make it all up as the narrator, you'd just have to do what I say or I'll narrate what you do to make it all work. The play doesn't have to be good, we just have to do it together, which is what I think the point is. Those that don't want to be in the play itself can help me by making sound effects."

Lyme pauses. "The twists are making my head hurt. Tell me when to toss Dax in a shapely arc!" He pauses. "Okay, as long as you're telling us what to do, I think it'll be okay." A pause. "I'm not an actor. I can try to make noises, too, if you like. But I /can/ throw people."

Aryia looks down to the clasped hands for a moment, surprised. But she bows with Venom towards the crowd. She holds the hand a touch longer before releasing it, her quietly walking over to one of the magic spots. Aryia tries to appear engaged with he developments, but doesn't know how to contribute. She could not act, and her sounds were limited.

The Red Knight glances at Lyme, straightening up as Dax volunteers for the role. Seyardu gets an acknowledgement and she moves to one of the indicated spots.

"Maybe the play work if we take the positions and say something, but you forget Aryia and Venom cannot, and if we have to stay on spot, there is no room for moving."

Paenitia indicates one of the other places the silverscale pointed out, "Maybe throw her there, for the alluring arc."

Ravendar hmms, "I mean maybe the wizard has a companion or two and the evil knights has minions so there can be a little mock battle before the spell is broken. The companion and minions now leaderless go to a tavern afterwards and are rewarded with free drinks."

Ravendar adds, "And if you are a companion or minion I'll reward you with free drinks back at Alexandria."

With Lyme's pause, Dax stops near him and turns back to look over at Ravendar, "Alright alright. Mister fiddly wiggly, we'll follow yer direction." She does look for a 'spot' that is on the ground, but she looks up, "Wait, we're gettin' free drinks?" A bigger grin, "I'm in, I'll be one of them companions or mini uhns, whatever they be. I'm running low an' all, the sooner we get back the better off I'll be fer sure."

Lyme nods. "Just tell me what I am, and what to do, and I'll do it." He sounds... eager to find a place and work it.

Venom doesn't seem to notice to slight delay in the release of her hand, or at least, she makes no overt show of doing so. Like Aryia, she assumes a spot and looks to the others as they plot out their intending goings' on as she idly rolls the slightly deformed bullet across her knuckles back and forth then gives it a moment or two of consideration before slipping it, and ultimately her rifle, back to their places.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu rolls perform/acting: (4)+perform/acting: 4
GAME: Dax rolls perform/acting: (8)+perform/acting: 8
GAME: Venom rolls perform/act: (3)+0: 3
GAME: Paenitia rolls perform/act: (2)+2: 4
GAME: Aryia rolls perform/act: (20)+-2: 18
GAME: Lyme rolls perform/act: (13)+2: 15
GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/Oratory: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Ravendar rolls perform/string: (6)+8: 14</pre>

Ravendar waves his hand, "It's fine just stay in your circle and do your best to act it all out. I really don't know I'm making it all as I go along. If I had to make guess I'd say that those spots were for trained musicians so that the whole amphitheater could hear them, but I don't know at this point." He gives out roles and hopes for the best as he plays the music and narrates.

Aryia, for some reason, is assigned a role that she can just DO. Every fumble is in character, every blunder was well timed comedy, and the moments she was needed, she delivered strong. Somehow. Maybe it was due to her newfound confidence with her new friend that she seemed to click well with.

Paenitia is a terrible actor. Several factors combine to make this so. She's small, so she's hard to see. Her voice, while expressive, is muffled by her mask so everything she says has to be shouted and she can only feign a few moods, with unbridled enthusiasm being the most practiced. The mask, again, prevents any facial expressions, and her heavy armour, wide-brimmed hat, peacock feather cloak and heavy steel shield all combine to make her largely featureless beyond the obvious. She's a Red Knight. Her limbs are short, so even dramatic poses are hard to distinguish. She clanks, and her performance isn't the absolute worst it could have been, but there's barely no difference between that and what she does deliver.

Dax roars in the middle of Raven's performance and then looks around, "Wait, was I not the terrible dragon?" She pauses and then grimaces a bit as she looks around. Then tries to do what Ravendar tells her to do, but is all boob and no skill. With the directions she's given she's always a bit too late, or too early, or sometimes mixing up parts as she stumbles through lines, words, grumbles and growls at herself, "This is terrible, an' I'd of rather been tossed."

Seyardu, for her part, did a decent job with her lines. But knowing the lines was not enough, and the sith-makar sounded monotone and flat, with none of the expressions picked up by likely anyone on the stage or audience. It would have been excellent if all the audience had been sith-makar, but to those present, it was almost robotic in execution.

Venom is, similarly ungifted in the art of impromptu theater, it seems. She, like the knight, is shrouded and her expressions unguessible. She doesn't have the synchronicity with Ravendar that she seems to have with Aryia, who is by far better than she at this. She struggles with the particulars of her part, and her guesswork makes her reactions somewhat bafflingly sluggish and overwrought. She continues to endure, but doubts an end to the commentary when this is over....

Lyme just listens, smiles, and does what he's told. It works... somehow, but it works. Maybe it's the tingling feeling at the base of his spine when he feels the ghostly eyes on the stage, but... he likes performing. He doesn't twirl, not unless he's told to, but it's there in his toes.

It's interesting. They observe all of you closely, yes, and they seem pleased with the result. You're playing along. It's Aryia and Dax who bet the most attention. Why that is isn't clear, but Aryia particularly has the collective groups attention. There is a nod of recognition from each of them in her direction and one by one they start to fade away. The ground in the middle of the stage starts to rumble, lower.

<pre>GAME: Lyme rolls sense motive: (1)+3: 4 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Seyardu rolls sense motive: (2)+7: 9
GAME: Dax rolls sense motive: (15)+0: 15
GAME: Aryia rolls sense motive: (10)+11: 21
GAME: Ravendar rolls sense motive: (11)+2: 13
GAME: Paenitia rolls sense motive: (1)+10: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Venom rolls sense motive: (8)+10: 18</pre>

Lyme almost glows with fulfillment. It doesn't matter that the attention isn't on him, he still feels it in his soul, and even as the floor lowers, he doesn't really notice that -- or much of anything. He just sits in the feeling of fulfillment, feeling gratitude.

Paenitia can't tell how her performance was received. Or even, how the other performers did. She tries to meet audience eyes and they're always looking elsewhere, usually Aryia, but occasionally Lyme or Ravendar.

When the stage rumbles and a portion of it starts to drop, she turns in that direction to watch it and completely misses any accolades that might come her way. None do, so it works out.

"Creepy monstrous bastards. Each of them." Dax mentions as she shivers again, seeing the audience disappear. She looks around and shakes her head, eyes a bit wide, "I don't care what we did, or what we have ta do next. That there fella's gonna pay out his backside in drinks." She points to Ravendar, and then takes in a deep breath and out another huff.

Ravendar claps his hands as the play finishes as the ghosts are put to rest one more. "Great job one and all especially you Aryia, you have some real talent." He eyes the middle of the stage, "So what do you think is next?" He grins at Dax, "Yep I owe some of you drinks, but thank you for participating."

Aryia felt incredibly silly, and dumb, her face red with embarrassment and effort. She wanted out of here as soon as possible, even all eyes are on her. Once they vanish she falls to a knee, her fanning her face with a hand. That was... something Aryia did not want to repeat ever again. She steals a glance towards the lowering floor.

Aryia waves off the compliment, attention overload.

<pre>GAME: Seyardu casts Create Water. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13</pre>

Seyardu offers a bow to the ghosts as they departed. Hopefully it was a good reason, the way the floor opened up seemed promising, for that.

"Well, that is another trial down, yes? How is everyone holding up? These tasks are strange, but they seem to be successful, so far." She asks, looking around. Out of her bag she pulls out a camping mug, and with a short prayer in draconic tongue, it was filled with fresh, cold water that was offered to the Mul as she kneeled down.

Venom is pretty sure her performance was... tolerated, but she does note a trend in where a lot of the attention was focused.

She nods to what Ravendar says and goes about the group bumping knuckles to shoulders lightly before turning to throw a pair a thumbs up toward Aryia, only to find her on a knee.

She gives a quick look to the others, then take a knee beside her and quickly signs, "Are you alright?" <handspeech>

Aryia nods, gulping down the water and spilling a quarter of it. "Don't... don't make me M-Y-M-E ever... ever again." Aryia borrows Venom's shoulder for a bit, steadying herself before finally rising to her feet. <Handspeech>

A platform rises up from the stage. Upon it sits a single, small, ornate chest. Could that be the reliquary?

It could. Of course, the sudden shriek that just fills the auditorium isn't a good sign of getting out of here cleanly...

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''Venom''
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml4wAnvfM4M

Tales of Scales

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Tales of Scales
*Emitter: Seyardu
*Characters: Braelnoir, Seyardu
*Place: A08 Northern Banks of the Tornmawr
*Time: October 5th, 2021
*Summary:
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<pre>-=--=--=--=--=--=-<* A08: Northern Banks of the Tornmawr *>--=--=--=--=--=--=-

In the shadow of the great Highbridge, and beneath the guardhouses,
a stretch of river has been laid out as a public park and fishing area. Here,
the descending landscape of Alexandria folds into the river and crafts a
comfortable view. On a typical day, a number of small boats and picnic
blankets dot the landscape. To the side, a small shrine to Rada the River
Serpent, as well as a dual shrine to Althea and Daeus, in their guise as
Mother and Father of the world.
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The tornmawr river, late in the day. After Seyardu had run into the korite warrior in Quill's Repose, both there to seek out research for similar, but connected reasons. And in their search. It was a tense situation, but one that had brought some comfort to the troubled silverscale, and also a promise to meet afterwards, where Braelnoir did not frequent often. So she left to prepare, having seen the amount of coffee the korite had been drinking.

The river was churning from a chill wind in the air, and the riverbank was relatively clear. Save for the One who had a dark green blanket set on the bank, the silverscale from earlier, their armor stowed away. They had a large basket at beside them. Their tail swished idly side to side, and occasionally they took a look to the sides, though the area remained empty for the time being.

The Korite traveled enshrouded in what looked like a heavy leather cloak, with her scythe strangely absent. A green kirtle obscures her armour, while the hood of the cloak renders her hair less of likely to scuttle her anonymity.

She gives the place a thorough lookover, bordering on paranoid, then she sighs with a bemused smirk, "I got stories around here...." she comments dryly, then looks to Seyardu, "Somethin' comes callin', luv, you run like hell, alright?"

Looking over, the disguise seemed to work well enough, as Seyardu stood up, silver eyes squinting as someone walked over. When she was close enough to catch the scent of, the makari visibly relaxes, sitting back down. "It seems you have much on your mind, Brae." Seyardu notes. "I have stories of this place as well, but not as many most likely."

She looks to the Korite, patting the ground nearby. "Only if you will as well. I will not leave you behind if it comes to that, Brae."

"Mebbe not's wierd, either." Brae snorts, then gives a little shrug and draws up alongside, "Cain't run from a fight, luv. Once th'swingin' starts, I hafta answer." she explains, folding her arms. The emblem of Kor on her demigauntlet probably has something to do with it.

There's a thoughtful sigh, then, "Always got somethin' on m'mind, luv... keepin' the right things up top's the trick."

"No, they are pretty weird, some of them. One time I was playing tug of war with a hippogryph, and another time, there were winged fiends that nearly killed me. Why can you not run? This one would not see you harmed if things were too much." Seyardu sighs. "I figured with how wary you are of late, alcohol would not be ideal. So this one brought some drinks without any in them."

The silver Makari looks over to Braelnoir. "Keeping busy is important, yes. Do you, feel you have the right things on it at the moment? Anything that you can share, or I could help with?"

"Kor's will." the warrior replies softly, clapping that fist to her breastplate, then gives a thoughtful smile, "That's thinkin' ahead, Seya, thank you." She extends her hand out to the Makari's shoulder for a gentle clasp, "Still workin' out the finer points, but I'm thinin' on how t'elp Cryo... th'rest..." Her smile turns wan, "Afraid I can't. But... you got some weighty thoughts, too..."

"And it is Althea, as you call it, her will to see you safe." Seyardu responds with a puff of air as she opens up the basket to offer a bottle of apple juice to Braelnoir.

The silverscale nods, and one arm wraps around the korite, so she can rest lightly against her side. "I, I understand that. I want to help too. There is, so much on my mind. But I can always think about helping friends."

Braelnoir tucks in against the silver scales, her fingers caressing the little mirrors as a nostalgic humor shadows her features.

She hugs Seyardu with the same care of her spiked gauntlet as she had before, then, "Din't have lotta friends.... not 'fore I come t'Alexandria. Not a lotta goodwill t'ward Mercs. Not till someone needs ta hire us t'save'm from some bandits, o'whomp some other cakeeater's army. Outside th'band, yer an asset'r scum."

Seyardu sighs, returning the hug. Listening to the korite, she faces her more, and smiles. "You have at least one, if you want. Among many others here."

The silverscale gives a gentle squeeze before she turns away to take a bottle for herself, a claw skewering the cork and twisting it out. "Mercs or not, you are a person like any other. I do not see how it is different from the adventuring and exploring guilds here."

The cleric shakes her head, and takes a sip of the sweet drink. "It seems softskins are good at trying to distance themselves from others however they can manage."

Braelnoir shrugs a bit, then spends a moment uncorking her own bottle, "Bards sing from th'rafters about adventurers. Far as most common folk get, Mercs are those assholes someone paid t'come kick their nest'r stop someone else from don'."

She holds the bottle up toward Seyardu with a, "Cheers." before taking a swing, then continuing, "Think we'll just turn on someone if th'enemy offered more money."

Her hand comes up quickly, "An' they ain't without cause. Plenty o'pactbreakers out there ta sully the job."

"Well, yes, people need to find work. A town guard requires payment. And so do you. If you need to find work elsewhere, so be it." Seyardu sighs. "As long as you are not working for terrible people, I see nothing wrong with it."

"Would you like some food, Braelnoir?"

"Th'Stride weren't always workin' fer good people." Brae replies, taking another swig, "We slipped 'tween the sheets with outright monsters, but.. there were a couple bastards holdin' our coffers here and there."

She sighs and scritches at her midriff a bit, "I... yeah... I wouldn't mind some real food, luv, thank you."

A brief smile, then she sobers and continues, "I got used t'the idea that nobody outside the Stride is gonna look out fer me. Not unless we're working together."

Shrug, "An asset, right?"

Seyardu nods and takes out a sandwich to offer the korite. Smoked meats and cheese with grainy mustard. "If you are facing foes, it is important to eat and drink enough." She says with another smile.

"That sounds like an odd way to consider things. Back home, the people are family, regardless of what is done. This one is used to those back home who always would help as able without a second thought."

"But there are those out there who care. And this one thinks you are worth caring about, truly. As a person, not some perceived value."

Braelnoir smiles and nods as she accepts the sandwich, "Thanks, Sey." she says softly, setting the bottle beside her on a large stone close at hand.

Braelnoir nods, "Well, I woke up changed b'some mojo-tech gizmo we been on th'look for fer a while after a well-earned night's drinkin' at this inn, the Steelbelt. Myhands were paws, like a lion, an' I had crazy hooves. Couldn't get dressed'r anythin' on my own. Called fer th'landlady who damned near fainted, but helped me get decent."

There's a bite of her sandswich, and the Korite chews on that to let Seyardu process that visual before swallowing a little, tucking the rest into her cheek then adds out the side of her mouth, "Fell'own mhe nam thtair's."

She Takes a swig from her bottle, swishes it in her mouth, chews a bit more, then swallows again, "Then I spent what felt like all damned mornin' tryin' ta find someone'knew what ta do. Well, I ran inta a couple helpful wizard types along the way an' they... tried." By her tone 'tried' is probably just spicing up the backstory.

"So it was out of nowhere, and, you had lion paws, and hooves?" Seyardu asks, her normally squinted eyes wide, revealing the metallic color in their entirety. She take a sip of her drink, and blinks. "That is, certainly something to wake up to. I am glad you found assistance."

One of her brows raise.

"But this one feels, they were not successful?"

Braelnoir gives a little bark of laughter, "Well, funny thing about that mojo-tech.... dispel effects didn't quite work..." ahem, "As intended." The taste of airquotes heavy in the air, she smiles, "If ya didn't hit it the right way, it would cause another change, randomly. On top o'that, if ya didn't get it all, it would reinforce itself, get harder ta dispell."

Her smile fades, "Wish... Cryo's here ta lend me her toy, would lemme show ya 'least what I looked like. Anyway, imagine what I said before., now add a cat tail't splits about halfway down an' put a dragon spade tip on each end. Muck about m'knees down, get things a lot more deerlike, hoves an' all. Then cover every inch o'me cept m' my hair in little silver scales, like on m'shoulder."

Her eyebrow arches, "Funny thing about that... m'brand was the only place that didn't originally scale over." With that, she glances to the shoulder where the skull mark resides, "Anyway, m'gait's all fucked up, I'm bouncin' around on all fours, dodgin' horseshit between tryin' ta walk upright. Meanwhile, everybody's gawkin' an' carryin' on."

"Legs like a deer, this one is used to that, still, but, hair and fur, that would be bizarre, not to mention the hooves." Seyardu responds, her head tilted as she tries to imagine the sight. "And you are saying, the any attempt to fix it caused such issues?"

The silver sith-makar sighs, and shakes her head. "That people would not stop to help, this one is surprised, yet not. I am sorry to hear that, Brae."

Braelnoir nods, "Oh, yeah. Bigger th'mojo used on th'dispell, the worse it come back. M'friend ended up a big, fluffy dragon... thingy."

She shrugs at the rest, "People's tryin' ta figger out if I's a monster got loose'r whatever. Anyway, I get ta th'lower Market an'... well, I end up causin' a scene. Cryo, Kaelyn, the fluffy dragon who ya probly ain't met, an' Ezil... He follows th'Mother, friendly guy, figger ya'd like him. Anyway, the come on over an' help me out. Was Cryo taught me t'walk like that."

There's a little nostalgic smile at her lips, then it sobers a touch, "Anyway, Kae's an artificer, an' the spook-tech that done us was somethin' she found, an' someone stole it after usin' it on'er. So... we head back ta th'Steelbelt, figgerin' maybe someone mighta saw th'guy done me...."

"A fluffy dragon? This one has never met a dragon that was fluffy. Not that this one has met many, really." Seyardu chuckles. "But, ah, that sounds like a bit of a mess. But this one, is glad Cryosanthia was there to help. She's a good person, and probably the best to teach something like that, given how gracefully she moves. I haven't found met Ezil before, but I shall take your word for it."

"What is the steelbelt like? Where you able to find out anything about that?" She asks curiously.

Braelnoir swirls the bottle in her hand for a moment, then takes a swig.

Looks down the neck of the bottle.

Swallows.

Then takes another swig, "Well.... we got there, alright, but by then Merek catches up with us. Well... here I am, all scaley, an' Kae's a dragon, right? So... Cryo tries ta go in an' mollify th'locaks with bullshit, right? Like we's in costumes fer a play." she laughs, "Well... it don't sell, so... shortly after we get inside.... Some yahoo... this fuckin' cakeeater's had his eye on takin' Kae fer a pet shows up with a passle of's mooks, an' we manage ta get them, an' th'whole damned bar on us. Th'goal? Capture th'dragon, an' kill the demon."

A shrug, "Well... I weren't in proper control o'my body, yet. Had claws but couldn't keep'm out, an' couldn't hold weapons so... I weren't at m'best."

Something like wonder touches her expression, "An'... not an' asset... not a partner, just.... some pain'n the ass they barely know.... an' they -stood up- fer -me-."

"It sounds like a good plan, even if it didn't work. Would be pretty strange to see something like that. But, in this case, the truth was stranger than the myths." Seyardu half chuckles, half sighs. She shakes her head. "Leave it to the, cake eater is a noble, correct? Leave it to them to have no sense of value for others."

"But, I am not surprised. I would stand up for those being harassed by nobles, just like many others would. Such injustices should not be perpetrated."

Braelnoir smirks a bit, "Cryo might give a giggle if'n ya ever ask her about that play 'The Dragon an' the Demon'."

As Seyardu understands her reference, she nods, "Yeah... 'specially the useless kind o'noble."

He expression falters a little and she shrugs, "Yeah... s'what they say, too... but that ain't how things were, before... I weren't their responsibility, an' they tried ta protect me. That.... didn't happen from anyone outside the Stride."

A sigh, then, "Anyway, the prick't started the show went an' got himself smoked by Merek." Her hand comes up, a placating gesture somewhat subverted by the grip she has on her sandwich, "He wasn't tryin' to, he just miscalculated th'threat. He rezzed'm, after."

A shrug, "Anyway... no one but family, no one but th'Stride ever stuck up fer a lowly merc like me.... so I went an' took'm in as m'own..."

"This one will, have to ask her about it some time. If there are things that could bring a smile to them, they seem worth pursuing." Seyardu smiles herself. "And for you, as well. I feel, you could use a bit more happiness in your life, too."

At the mention of the one being revived though, she sighs. "Fighting is dangerous, yes, and unpredictable. This is why I am having my polearm enchanted to make not slaying my foes easier. But, that makes sense, though I still do not understand the prejudice entirely. You are a person like any other, though I would assume, that people who stick together, share a certain kinship such as that. Like Aya, and Aryia."

Braelnoir nods, working through a couple of bites as Seyardu replies. Her eyes get introspective at a couple points, but she answers once she's swallowed.

"Mebbe we get this shit all sorted out we can get us a nice day out. Th'lot of us, just..." while she doesn't specify the details, she pinches off the train of thought with a shrugged, "Ya know?"

With the conversation brushing on weaponry, she nods, "That's right prudent o'ya. Hell... wish we'd talked on that sooner, I coulda done that for ya. I gotta... gift were weapons..." without any other real way to describe it, she shrugs and holds up her Kor branded gauntlet, "I can give it a little edge so if ya need ta threaten someone inta backin' down it works a little better, or... well... this one's hard t'explain."

Hmmm, "If ya know anythin' about military thinkin', history an' all, it comes a little easier while yer carryin' something I enchant."

At the suggestion, Seyardu smiles, and gives the korite beside her another hug. "I would like that. Yourself, me, Cryosanthia, Aryia if she'd like, any you could think of. We could all use some time to just, relax, and enjoy the city, or other spots." She says, the scent of happiness perhaps perceptible. And the offer makes her shake her head. "I have not had it enchanted, yet. But I know you have much on your mind, and this one does not want to split your attention, too much."

Seyardu chuckles at that, and shakes her head. "This one, has never been one for war. Healing, aid, the divine. This one buried their mind in the more pleasant pursuits, so they would not be consumed by reality."

Braelnoir nods, eyes half lidding for a moment, then, "There's an old saying from a General... from th'Millenium Empire, I think, though th'name ain't coming ta me this second.... A little before Alexandros was founded, said 'Want peace? Prepare fer war.'" She finishes off her sandwich, chewing quickly before chasing it down with a strong belt from the bottle.

"Kor'd probably love't if everyone got in on th'action, but that ain't how us mortal folk work. We need folks ta care, ta build..." The Korite shrugs then, "We fight so other folk don't have to. If I'n keep ya outta a scrape, that'd suit me just fine. I know things don't always go how we want, so.... gettin ya a little more prepared fer shit goin sideways... well that's just bein' proper pals, right?"

"I, I know. Sometimes, people can not be redeemed, sometimes force would be necessary." Seyardu sighs, pausing to tear her sandwich into half and swallow. "But, I do not like it. I came to Alexandria, to learn to help people better. That is still what I desire."

She sets down her bottle to pull out an ash haft, with a cloth bundled blade at one end. "A way to be better prepared, it is good, right?"

Then she pauses, the smile grows again, and she hugs Braelnoir. "Pals, that is like, friends, if I am not mistaken?"

Braelnoir is momentarily surprised by the hug, but nods, moving to return it, "Tha's right, luv, like friends." The silverscale gets a squeeze and she relaxes, taking another pull from the bottle. Probably not much left in that one.

She considers the weapon, "May I?" she asks, an open hand pauses halfway toward the haft.

"Then, I would like that, Brae. To be pals." Seyardu replies, the grin and happiness only growing. She pulls another bottle of the four in the pack to offer when she sees. And following that, she undoes the cloth to show the silver, adamantine polearm head, a sharp, hooked blade on one side, with a short curved spike on the top and other side.

"It was made by the same one who made my breastplate. They seem skilled in working rare metals such as that."

Braelnoir nods, grinning to the silverscale and gives her another hug before accepting the bottle with a, "Thanks, luv." The Korite then spends a few moments considering the weapon as it's unveiled with some appreciation, "Looks lke solid work, luv. Found yerself a good one, there, I reckon."

She rolls a shoulder, then, "There's another trick I got... I can kinnnnda feel a ittle bit of a weapon's hist'ry if I concentrate on it in m'hand fer a little while."

She winks to the Sith, then looks up to the blade once more, "Not much point fer a fresh one, though."

"I do not know how good they are, though. They seemed to have marked my armor, and weapon, too, with their mark. They did not tell me, and just said, it was something they did, when questioned the next time." Seyardu notes, with a sigh. "But, the quality is good, and there are few smiths that know how make armor for sith-makar. The padding is different, and the shape slightly changed."

They grin, winking back once. "Then, this one, will have to create a good history, for those who come after to see then, right? The bill is the chosen weapon of Althea, after all. Made for defense as much as striking down foes."

Braelnoir nods, "Smith's tend to, 'specially if they're a commissioned piece. He weren't pullin' yer tail, luv." she explains, "It's a mark o'pride. Means he didn't build ya a piece o'shit. He's proud enough o'the work ta risk'is good name on the person using his gear."

She uncorks the bottle, then, "He's stakin' his good name on how well his craft serves you in whatever ya face. The armor fails, or the weapon breaks, an' someone sees that mark, they ain't gonna buy from him. Ya kill a golem with'it in some glorious battle.. well, someone's gonna be interested in him making them something o'quality, too."

She nods to the words about Althea's choice in weaponry, "They also work best in groups. If I might? Wouldn't go you amiss ta pick you up a gauntlet like this'n. If somethin' gets inside yer reach, it's gonna be hard ta get that blade on'm, and it saves ya the time wasted grabbin fer a dagger or somesuch. Ain't time ya got ta spare in those cases, savvy?"

"I have heard of those marks, but this one is, different." Seyardu notes with a shake of her head, and a puff of air. "It is not the name of the smith, it is mine, in draconic. And, there is something to it I cannot place."

"For one thing, this one never told them their name to begin with. It only came up after receiving it."

"But, it may be nothing. And you are correct. They are to protect others, together, ideally. The spiked gauntlet, that may be a bit much for myself. But this one has seen similar gauntlets and bindings for augmenting strikes with a hand. A good plan, you are correct. This one would do what they can to be as reliable as they can be. Out on expeditions and work, people rely upon me. If I may ask, how did you end up learning to use a scythe like you do?"

Braelnoir blinks and her brows knit.

"Well, now that's a differen't song, luv..." she says softly, "Sounds like ya got someone lookin' out fer ya fer some reason."

As the subject returns to weaponry directly, she nods, "They are a bit'v an acquired taste, luv, tha's true, but they're simple, plus, if ya gotta reach in an' grab somethin, they protect yer fingers just like a regular gauntlet. Takes a little more training ta use knuckle wraps an' such in that kinda clinch, ya'll open up yer guard if ya ain't careful."

The Korite spares another glance at the polearm, contemplating the ifs, then smiles a bit, "Well, there's a story..."

"Someone, for some reason. This one, does not know why." Seyardu nods, and she hangs her head to sip on her bottle. "Seems like people have their own ideas what I am supposed to do."

"It is more so that, this one is not overly violent by nature. And spiked gauntlets seem a bit harsh, if effective."

"It is a story, you say? You are a good story teller, Brae. If it is one you would like to share, this one has another drink to listen with." She responds with another smile, and accompanying hug. "This has been, very nice. To talk to you like this."

Braelnoir smirks a little and nods, "I bet they do, luv." A chuckle, "I bet they do. Still, I'n make suggestions, but's up ta you whether what I tell ya's somethin' ya can live with."

She nods, "Well, they are, that, luv. S'one of those things. Can show ya th'way, but it ain't fer me ta move yer feet, right?"

The compliment about her storytelling gets a hint of an actual blush, and she takes a pull from the bottle before she gives a little grin, "Night I met Cry, Kae an' Mer, before that other business... Cry asked me about the scythe."

She settles back against the stone and sighs thoughtfully, "I's still Bondsworn... mebbe three years back. We's workin in Myrridon, somewhere 'tween Isobar an' Perenath. Th'Brazen Stride got hired ta handle some... outta court politics if ya catch my meanin'. This... cakeater decides he needs extra muscle ta make a name fer hisself, an's opts ta solve this one guy; has a nobleman's kid I'm guessin' as his 'general'." The air reaks of airquotes once more, "Lotta drama an' 'look ma, I'm spooky'... he had a bit of a grasp on tactics."

"Apologies, Brae, I value your insight and opinions, truly, I do. I am just, I am not a warrior the way you are. Which is partly why I should take what advice I can." Seyardu notes, sighing quietly before she settles in to listen.

"So, bondsworn, working with the stride.Though, this one is confused, about what you were called to do. And who was this noble that was being spooky?" She asks with tilted head. "Apologies Brae, but I am having some trouble following."

Braelnoir shakes her head, "No, no, ya ain't an' that's alright. I's just sayin' all I got is what I think, an' it ain't fer me ta change ya."

She flashes a smile, "Honest, y'ain't hurtin' my feelins bein' free ta make yer choices, luv."

Her expression becomes contrite as Seyardu seems to be getting left behind in the rats nest of her tangents, and she offers a little, "Sorry, luv. Mebbe a little scattered, yet. I'll try an' keep it more on point."

Back to the story, "Some low tier noble hired the Stride. His problem was, there's some Lord flexin his muscle, stirring politics his way by controlled brigandage, mysterious raids, that sorta thing. He had the scythe guy commanding his troops. I think Spooky was some rich guy's brat, he had big money spent on gear ta look all spooly an' shit, but it was all new, barely a nick anywhere, but he knew a little bit of how ta strategize."

She gets nostalgic, then, "We went in, Scarab an' Viper PLatoons, in twos and threes over a few days, scouting things quiet like. Eventually we mustered up at a prearranged rendeavous point, an' properly rearmed, the two platoons went off ta seperate missions."

"If you are sure, Brae. This one just knows it is good to know opinions are valued." She replies with a small smile. "I will consider, getting a cestus, or something similar. And I like listening still, it is just that I am not used to all the different ways of saying things. It is something for me to improve upon."

Her gaze goes downwards, and she sighs. Another bite of the sandwich, with not much remaining. "This one read books, the way some of these nobles act, there should be no meaning to the title, as it matches no descriptor I can think of."

"You were part of the former platoon, yes? So, this person was, attempting to scare foes, and I am assuming the weapon was theirs at some point. It sounds like you prepared well, what happened afterwards?"

Braelnoir nods, "I know, luv." she assures her, "It's alright, I know I don't always talk proper, neither."

There's a moment for that, then, "They gotta feel good about themselves, somehow, right?"

Then, back to the rest, "That's right, Scarab was us from our orphanage. Viper was'n older unit, another orphanage. They's solid, weren't wild like us, but weren't quite's good's us always, neither."

She takes a couple good chugs from the bottle, then, after stifling a belch, "Vipers went out an' ran a false flag, wiped out one of their bands, made it look like another group did it, sent word and moved out to a new camp we set up just fer this. Scarab split, my half went and tucked in along one o'the roads he used a lot. Rolson..." Something special in that name touches her face, something bittersweet, "Rolson took his half out ta set up the camp and put together some fake prisoners. Viper reinforced him, built mantraps around the camp, and dressed our dolls up in the captured gear, with others dressed in the made up band colors. Then they dug in an' hid."

She sips more daintily this time, then continues, "Meanwhile, we let them ride on past us on the road, and once they's outta sight, we brought down some trees to cut off their escape route an' waited."

"Another orphanage?" Seyardu asks, before she sighs. "This one is curious who was running this mercenary company. But, regardless."

"Easy, Brae." She interjects, one hand held wardingly, but the korite seemed alright, and she settles back down to listen.

"It sounds like there was a lot of planning going into this. A serious deal to be dealt with."

She thinks for a moment, and nods. "So, they had no option to return back to camp, if they went to investigate the place you set up. And, well, I imagine they were not thinking straight at that moment. The group attacked, that is. What happened afterwards, Brae?"

"Well, they went inta th'camp ta spring their guys, an' Viper an' Rol's group'em like a hammer." Brae replies, her smile vaguely wicked, "Well, them guys of his that's still on their horses are runnin' like hell... and we spring on'em."

She withdraws her warhammer, hefting it absently a couple of times, "Someone lobber a tanglefoot an' got his horse. We start maulin' his guys, an' Spooky decides he's gonna take the...."

Ahem.

She effects her impression of a slightly posh accent, even as she lowers her voice, "Deloooded fahrm gurl playing with Dahddy's sword."

She snorts, "Well.... I worked'm. Did most o'the time I's using my sword- not this one." that comes with a glance to the blade at her hip, "Short blade. SO, I finally figger I let him talk all the shit he's good for, I swept his stroke ta bury it in one o'the trees we dropped, an' said, 'Here's Mama's hammer!' an" with that, she hefts the bludgeon again, "Caught him' over the liver... busted him up good."

She gets that smile again, though her cheeks flush, "First time I took out a commander by m'self.... Rolson was... very impressed."

Seyardu squints as she hears the impression, more than usual, before she sighs, and a final large bite finishes off her sandwich. "They must have thought they were better than everyone else because they had a lot of gold to throw around. It seems to be a running theme with nobles." The silverscale grumbles. "A warhammer is good when a blade will not pierce plate, this is true. And, this was good. By eliminating the leader, I hope the rest were willing to surrender, or, failing that, were able to be taken out swiftly, with minimal trouble."

"And you took this scythe from them, afterwards?" She asks with a brow raised. "It seems like the impracticality is what lead to their mistakes."

Braelnoir laughs shortly and nods, "S'thruth!" she replies, toasting with her bottle.

With the silverscale's questions, she nods, "Mm-hmm, yup. Took me a while ta get a proper feel fer't."

She shrugs, "Mercs gotta carry all'er shit, so if I'm gonna lug something around, I need a good reason, right?"

She waves her hand a little bit, "Rest of'em weren't no trouble, an' it weren't long after we took them outta play that the big man's abition got wiped out real quick."

The Korite takes a sip, then notes, "Bein' cocky's the bigger part of't, an' like ya said, he leaned in on's money an' not enough on his own work. Scythe's not common in th'field, but it can be damned nasty, an most folks don't quite know how ta face it, or that they should take it serious."

"Yes, I can understand that. I am used to travelling with all of my worldly possessions as well, for several years." The silver makari nods, toasting the bottle back with another long sip. "It was only very recently that I was convinced to invest in a magic satchel, to keep all my things in. It works well, being able to keep weapons without being on your back, having medical supplies and potions on hand, things of that sort." She adds, wrapping up the head of the bill with cloth again and stowing it back in the impossibly large bag.

"I ah, I get what you mean. It's pretty unique looking as far as weapons go, does not quite strike how a polearm does, or a spear. And yes, this one is still getting used to fighting with things like those, and even I struggle with the follow through on things."

Braelnoir nods, "Yeah, Cry's got somethin' like that. I've... well, I had some things to work out, first. Still got m'warchest, but once things settle some I'll probably grab one o'those, too."

She takes a long pull from the bottle and settles in again, "That Bill'l punch armour like nobody's business, an' the haft'll letcha work behind a shield wall. Ever feel th'need, there's a half-orc, name'o San'chuk over around the Collosseum. he's a Warmaster an' I seen'm handle business with polearms like that."

The second bottle was made from white grapes, and was light and sweet.

"I thought it was frivolous at first, but it has proven worth it. I can keep a fully stocked medicine chest easily, with no risk of things breaking, and it makes carrying around a surgery kit and other essentials easier."

The silverscale scents a bit embarassed before she continues. "I ah, I am not the most coordinated. Not only is everyting colorless, but things can get pretty hard to see farther out, so tripping is something I am always keeping in mind. "

"San'chuk, I will keep that name in mind. I have been training with the sunguards and sentinels at the temples, since it is the favored weapon of the Celestial Nest-Mother. But, learning from more new sources, this is never a bad thing."

Braelnoir smiles and nods, "It's good thinkin', no doubt." she returns in approval, then she seems a mite concerned at the sudden demeanor change.

The confession about her visual troubles deepens her expression, but she nods, reaching out to cup her shoulder gently, "Knowin' ya got a problem's the first part o'workin' past it, luv." Her voice soft, she continues, "Probly some kinda magic doodad might be able ta help with 'least some of that, but... that's mojo I ain't... well, it ain't in m'experience. Yer a medic, Seya, an' a good one, it oughtn't be necessary ta get yer hands that kinda wet. That's our job."

A sigh, then, "Still, obviously ya know it's still gotta be a consideration if'n yer gonna go out doin' Guild work, or, hell, even doin' Temple business an' things go sideways."

There's a nod to the rest, and she gives the shoulder a little squeeze, "Different groups have different trainin', will come at the same weapon differn't ways, every little tactic ya soak up is one ya'll have ta use'r look out for. Gotcha good head on yer shoulders. Betcha do th'Mother proud."

"It is ah, it is something I have been working on for some time, Brae." The silverscale chuckles with the lingering embarassment, the laughter silenced by a swig of her bottle. "You should have seen me when I was younger, I used to get bloody scrapes and covered in dirt just wandering the jungles. And do you know how difficult it is to get a bleeding scrape through scales? Ah, perhaps you do."

"That being said, I am not afraid to get my hands wet, that is why I have been training to defend myself, and help."

Then they sigh, smiling. "At least you look just about how you should with your hair, if I believe correctly. And ah, thank you, that is kind of you to say. It is, something I have struggled with, feeling like I am doing right. I have always wished to help others, and sometimes, it feels like I am not doing much at all here."

Braelnoir smirks, "Oh yeah, I do." she remarks first with a chuckle, then settles to a somewhat more sober expression, "But, yeah. Known a few Sith have bouts o'clumsy now an' then Hell, know more'n a few humans's tha'd trip over shadows."

She nods thoughtfully in time with Seyardu's assertion about getting into the fray, a knowing smile touching the corners of her mouth.

The last bit though, gets an eyebrow arch as she returns, "There's been times folks've gotta ta feelin' like that. Sometimes wonderin' that th'fight ain't gettin' them closer ta a new workd, an' sometimes th'best we can do is keep th'bad guys from gettin' closer ta -their- new world."

"Do you now? Perhaps my view is skewed by what I have been through, but I have never seen a makari anywhere near as clumsy as I am." Seyardu sighs. "It is something I admire about Cryosanthia, with how graceful she is."

She pauses to think on the last point, punctuated with another sip of her bottle. "Those people at the docks, I felt so useless with what they were going to be put through. These nobles are running around like they are above the law, because it seems like they are. Drinking fiend blood is just a slap on the wrist for them."

The silverscale sighs. "I understand what you mean, Brae. Like it is a struggle to maintain how things are now, which is not particularly good, let alone make things better. But I can not exactly go out and make sweeping changes to how the city guard is managed, or things such as that."

Braelnoir's smile dims on mention of her sister, an introspection, but whatever touches her eyes, doesn't manifest into words.

That's not hers.

Instead, she sighs and focuses on the other matter, "Lotta cakeeaters get ta feelin' that way. Ain't th'only thing ta worry about though." She shrugs a bit and looks at her bottle as she swirls it a little, continuing, "Mourner I know, she run inta some trouble with nobles buyin' a trial. Folks ain't interested in the truth, just 'bout punishin' someone they can scapegoat."

She shakes her head and, a little disdainfully, "Corrupt guards're pretty Gods-damned low. Best b'rid of'm, honestly, but they usually got favors ta call in from them same cakeeaters that bought'm in the first place."

"Ah, my apologies." Seyardu sighs, catching the dimming smile. She covered the silence with a drink from the bottle, lingering with it empty. A claw punctures the cork of her other bottle, twisting it out.

"This is, this is awful to hear. Is there nothing to be done about that trial? Surely someone could speak up against this. One of the guards at the warehouse, they were acting confrontational when we were trying to investigate an active crime scene. Not to mention, when they were acting strange, they kept us out, and had the audacity to refuse to empty their pockets, when we were dealing with people who put mind controlling objects in peoples objects."

The silverscale sighs. "Turns out their pocket was only so full because of the amount of gold they were bribed with, that they continued to refute."

Braelnoir shrugs and shakes her head, "Naaah, luv, that ain't on you, but... thanks." she says first, smiling some for Seyardu's benefit and giving her another little clap to the shoulder.

As the other topic is less direct baggage, she turns to follow that route, instead, "They... sprung th'accused from an execution. A few adventurers were involved in th'breakout." she says before taking a very long pull from the bottle.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then, "Ain't enough crooked guards gettin' put on th'block, or doin' the dance't the end of a rope."

"I, I do not believe they deserved the block. The noble in charge perhaps, but, there is nothing wrong with the pursuit of gold for the most part, or at least, it is understandable." The silverscale sighs, though she does attempt to smile some more herself. "It is just when such pursuits come to odds with morals that there is a problem."

"So, they are holding a wrongful execution against them, then. Is there something that can be done, to clear their names? That sounds bad, and if there is a solution, this one may look into it in their spare time. Well, what spare time I have, nowadays."

Braelnoir frowns, "It's th'oathbreakin'." she says sullenly, taking another pull from the bottle.

She considers the other question with a shrug and sighs, "I... dunno. Alexandrian law ain't exactly m'strength, an' there's some parts I find fuckin' disgustin'."

She scratches at an itch near the lip of her breastplate, then shrugs, "Wanna say proving th'one who done it would do, but, then, thLaw cain't let itself be proven fallable, can it?"

Seldan has left.

"I do not see what would be wrong about that. Better to prove that something is just that fear admitting fault. I feel it would foster more trust, but perhaps that is merely naivety on my part."

Seyardu sighs and takes a sip from her drink. "I get what you mean, it is a betrayal of trust on their part, which should be held accountable. And the fact that nobles like lord Altay are given a slap on the wrist-"

The silverscale flicks her tail a bit in agitation. "It is not right. While I do not think that this one should kill them unless absolutely necessary, it feels more necessary to prevent them from harming others."

Braelnoir shakes her head, "Th'law has ta look right, or folks'll start questionin'. Folks get ta question, means soon they stop blindly obeyin'." she explains.

She looks to the toe of her boot, at the stone sitting there, and absently kicks it away, then continues, "Small towns, ya might get a reversal here'n there, they're all close knit, family ties, friendship an' neighborly bonds, things like that. Big city? Lot less time, way too many people ta make them kinda bonds."

There's a little shrug, "There's been units, officer's been dirty, exploitin' their rank fer... favors. Undermines the whole, an it goes unchallenged long enough, the unit revolts'r gets wiped out."

"Then they should question. It should not be about blindly obeying, but creating rules that should be obeyed, and making clear why they should be for the good of all." Seyardu responds, shaking her head. "If the law is wrong, it should be righted."

With a look to the korite, she nods. "Back home, everyone looks out for each other. There are not laws, so much as rules for living, to keep everyone safe. But here, laws are to stop people taking advantage, but they fail to do so at times. You are right. It is a big city, and people get lost.I know this well, as I have spent a lot of time feeding those in need, and tending to wounds and the ailing at the temple of Althea."

"I guess that makes sense. If the leader is bad, and not enough challenge it, some below them can not speak up out of fear."

Braelnoir barks a short spot of laughter, then nods, "Damned right, it should!" she concurs, but, "I ain't heard of't happening though. Not since I first come here."

She sets the bottle aside, then stretches her arms upward with a soft groan for a moment before she goes on, "There's laws meant ta keep the wrong sort from takin' advantage. Usually end up being the same ones used t'shield the ones that are."

The Korite considers he silverscale for a moment or two, then, "Good heart, luv... ya mean well."

Seyardu looks to the woman next to her for a moment, and she smiles. "Thanks, Brae. That means a lot to hear, really, it does. As I told you, I came here because I wanted to do some good for the world. And, I could not do that, sitting back in my village, unable to head out if I wished."

"You are a good person yourself, Brae. Thank you, for coming out here with me, listening, and sharing your stories. I am glad, that you were able to find family and a sense of belonging here that was missing."

Braelnoir nods, her eyes half lidding as a note of thoughtfulness touches her voice, "Only good cuz Ace, Cryo'n the others." she muses, rolling her shoulders in turn before she stans to her full.

There's a wan little smile turned up to the Sith, "Thanks, luv. Glad ya reached out ta yer freedom. S'good t'know ya."

She finishes her bottle, then, "I should get back on mission. Thanks fer th'grub, an' the ear, Seya, hope we can get all'a this sorted soon. I cain't be there... if ya wouldn't mind lookin' in on m'sister, remind'r ta keep strong..."

"That is not true, Brae." Seyardu chuffs, with a shake of her head. "Being surrounded by good people does not make a person good, it still requires the person to be so themselves. But, yes. It has been, lonely, and difficult, but I am glad I made the decision to do so. When I see my father again, I wish for it to be with pride for what I accomplished."

She takes the empty bottles, and stows them back into the basket. Pausing to look up to the korite, and nod. "I hope so too, Brae. But, I promise, that I will keep an eye on them, and be there to help them stay moving. Until you can go back and remind her yourself."

Braelnoir shakes her head a bit, "Well, sometimes takes a nudge here'n there." There's a shrug, but the Korite reaches out to clasp Seyardu's arm, "Best wishes t'ya on that, luv." whatever melancholy had crept behind Brae's eyes is lightened in the moment by her offered promise, and she nods, "Thank you. Hope ya can help th'folk ya wanna help."

She releases her grasp and claps her Kor marked fist to her breastplate, "Till then, live free'r die well."

Warriors...

The Deed Mark

2021-10-03T05:26:56Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: The Deed Mark
*Emitter: Cryosanthia
*Characters: Cryosanthia, Faranmidahn, Seyardu, Aryia, Un'eth
*Place: A10: Temple of Daeus
*Time: Thursday, September 30, 2021, 9:50 PM, Friday, October 1, 2021, 1:26 PM
*Summary: Faranmidahn arrives, distraught that she was not informed of her scale-sister's condition, nor about what happened to her niece. The turmoil is over, Cryo is healed, Lily is restored, but both whitescale and pinkscale are overjoyed to see the Spider knight. They hug, and talk, and play marbles. Cryo also struggles to get in clothes that Seyardu purchased for her, requiring help from Lily and Seyardu. Faran was briefly tiny, using a reduce person spell, to play marbles with Lily but then finds herself underfoot of the white dragon. There, she sees a marking on her tail, and using a detect magic gets a response, it becomes a topic of discussion. Aryia recognizes it as similar to Aya's mark. Faran identifies the mark as a kind of divine blessing, while Seyardu explains the others seem to have colours representing Eluna, Animus, and Maugrim. This prompting Cryo to give the most detailed description of what happened to her in the Sea of Mana, and before in the Crystal cavern. Although the whitescale is confused, as her mark shows Eluna's and Ceinara's colours, with a strange white third ring. It dawns on her, her Maugrim ring in her own colour for doing such a good job representing him. She to the others her self that failed, comparing it to their experiences in the Fernwood Pub where everyone defaulting to their roles. She suggested the reenactment, the gods were watching and provided their blessing, and this was the difference from the selves that failed. She is stuck in awe, contemplating this, and her religious experience chips away at even Aryia's atheism. She hugs everyone, understanding the interlocking of need and support, and realizes she knows how to change back into her Sith'Makari form.</div>

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The temple of the Sun Lord glitters golden beneath the same. Rather than walls, the majority of the temple is composed of what appears at first blush to be a raised round platform made of one of the largest slabs of marble likely in existence. Columns rise into the air as if to hold some massive ceiling, though instead of a normal ceiling, one finds the deep blue sky, studded by a disconcertingly close canopy of bright stars. One should not worry, however, as the rain never falls, and the wind never blows on this particular temple, but for a gentle breeze, whatever the weather outside may be.

Despite the austerity of the columns, warmth suffuses the grounds. A grand, marble statue of the Shining Knight stands a the center, a hand outstretched in benediction. Beside Him, the statue of Althea, their hands clasped in love. The central position of the temple to the others gives view to all of their children, and the two look upon one another with the solemnity of love that has been the center of so many tales and legends.

Masterfully designed mana lamps provide further soft, golden lightning where needed, their pedestals carved in the form of the Dragons of Light, over which Daeus is said to have dominion in His form of Draco Solis. Majesty, justice, and welcome suffuse the temple grounds. Around the central temple are a series of smaller buildings, each with a simple function and form. One houses the sacred book depicting some of the earliest known translations of the Laws of Light, which pilgrims from near and far come to visit. Another houses the well-appointed quarters of the Sunguards, and among all the ground bristle the Sunblades.

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<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- At a glance around A10: Temple of Daeus -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia 7'2" 391 Lb Dragon Female A gorgeous, little white dragon with glacial higlights.
Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Faranmidahn 3'3" 35 Lb Halfling Female Albino Lucht woman. Knight of Spiders. So, SO Fluffy.
Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a resolved look about her.
Un'eth 6'2" 275 Lb Sith-Makar Female An ebon-scaled female Sith-makar
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Little Fang 'Lily' Kobold Female A pinkscale youngling wearing a skeletonized broach.
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Temple of Daeus Complex: Cryosanthia's recovery room.

Lily has found a set of marbles. Someone, somewhere else, has lost their marbles.

Cryosanthia is crouched on the floor, as is her foundling, on opposite sides of a chalk circle and are taking turns shooting them and trying to knock each other's out of the ring. There are a few large ones, and mostly small marbles.

They're all small for the little white dragon, who is having some difficulty managing the flicking motion to shoot them - without either missing or shattering the glass balls.

Also, Lily might be cheating, "Isss my turrn again."

With Cryosanthia so much more hale, Seyardu was taking a much needed nap. Between care for the whitescale, and strange sleeping hours, and all the errands she sought to accomplish in her free time, it was no surprise that it was finally catching up to her. The silver sith-makar was sprawled over the back of an armchair, tail swishing idly behind her.

"This one had purchased a few things in town today, Cryosanthia." She says quietly, gesturing to a bag that had been set aside. "You do not have your sleeves for now, so this some giantborn clothes altered to fit."

"You measured me? When I was sleeping?" Cryo looks over at the now roused silverscale.

Lily takes a shot, there's a skittering of marbles. Cryo's attention snaps back to the game, but it seems a few of hers are out of position now.

"Uh... uh. Thank you Seyardu."

It's been a while...

Too long, in fact, since word of one's wherebouts, well, two's whereabouts, were given to certain others for consumption.

There is, after some... excited conversation further down the hall, the pitter-patter of little feet moving at quite the gallop along the stone...

Then, the doorway is filled with a little ball of fluff, mithril and silk, a hand curling about the sill of the door as Faran flushed and breathless cries, "Cryo! Lily!"

Pant.

Cough.

"Hah...huh-hi, Miss" pant, "Seyardu." a missive of some kind clutched in the other.

She swallows and pads further into the room, looking concernedly between her family first, then her friend and back, "Are... are you alright...?"

Seyardu shakes her head slowly, and lets out a puff of air with a long yawn. "No, no. This one did not, they would have asked. This one just knew your height from files, and was able to get an estimate for some looser fitting clothing. This one wished it to be a surprise."

She looks over to the door, and sees the familiar face. Her tail thumps once against the floor, and Seyardu smiles. "Peace on your nest, Dame Faranmidahn." The silverscale greets, smelling of wildflowers closer to her. "Are you alright? You look like you came here with some urgency. Although, I believe Cryosanthia can tell you how she is doing herself."

"Yes! I am! Farans!" Cryo moves in a long spiral, twisting from her position, against the wall to land in front of the door on all fours. Her tail sweeps the marbles, scattering them.

"Tia Faransss!" Lily squeals happily, also charging and scattering the glass balls. She ducks under her Ssassa, squeezes along beneath her belly to pop out between her forelegs into the embrace of the fluffy knight of Spiders.

The little lucht is now surrounded in dual hugs. Cryo nosing into her hair. "I missed you. I needed you. I wanted to hug and hold you. I wanted you here. I couldn't write it, it it... I couldn't come get you."

"Lily is okay. I'm okay. Not everything is ok, but they're much, much better." The little white dragon holds onto her right-sized Knight. Princess Lily holds onto her hero, "Yessss."

Faranmidahn isn't quite able to answer the well intending question at first, as suddenly, Cryo is leaping in her direction. As her sister lands before her, her neice charges into her and the pair engulf her in hugs, she leaves the crumpled paper to gravity as her arms encircle the two for as tight a hug as her small body can manage, "We've been worried sick! No one's been telling us anything!"

She kisses the elder, then the younger in turns as wetness trickles from her eyes, "I missed you so much!"

A sigh, some intake of breath to bring herself closer to center, and she smiles to Seyardu, "I'm.. much better, thank you. I... got Cryosanthia's message and came straightaway, but... Torrent was eating so I..." her rosey cream complexion becomes richer across her cheeks, "...I ran..."

Seyardu nods, and smiles still, slipping out of the chair to pick up the scattered marbles from the ground, before someone was tripped by them. Probably herself, all things considered. It leaves the others to their reunion, which is good as well.

"Apologies, Faran. This one has been busy with many things, and did not think to tell you of what happened. I am deeply sorry, I did not consider properly. And this is on top of the extra chores I resulted in."

She continued to gather the marbles, more than a touch ashamed at the forgetfulness.

"It's okay, you're here, I'm here, Lily is here." Cryo says, nuzzling the top of Faranmidahn's head. She picks up the little Lucht, hugging her to her chest with one arm, and picks up her pinkscale youngling with the other. She turns. Her balance as a biped isn't great but she stands, and walks, using her wings to bat-crawl and support her, fingerspars touching flagstones.

The whitescale nods some thanks towards Seyardu, and continues explaining. "It wasn't supposed to be this long. I went to the Sea with Cesran, something went wrong when I came back. I was in Am'shere, then here, and then... Lily... and Aya... and Zeke... there's so much Farans I need to tell you, and can't tell you."

She squeezes comfortingly, then holds loosely.

"Blue ran awaysss again." Lily tells Faran, sharing what was kept from her.

Cryo inhales sharply, "Just a little... that too. Oh Faran. Stay, please." She clambers onto the bed and holds the pair.

Faranmidahn closes her eyes and sighs, "No, I... that wasn't... Miss Seyardu, there were any number of Sunguard here who know what we are to each other. That isn't for you to take-"

She gives a slight squeak as she is scooped up as in the old days of Salina and Eclavdran, though her breastplate is not so soft and squishy as her old leather armor. Knowing the routine well, she holds on as best she can, though this new.... aspect of Cryo's mobility is novel. By gilead's grace, all her time riding Torrent has steeled her tummy against such energetic travels, and so, like an armoured teddy, she cuddles into the palescale and looks to the Silver, "Please, lift your head."

Her attention turns to Cryo, as she starts her own apologies, gaping and floundering for words at several points before Lily's words pull her eyes the pinkscale's way. She nods, eyes thoughtful, and reaches out to gently stroke the carnationscale's head before looking back up to Cryo, "Oh, honey.. I"m so sorry.... Of course, I'll stay, as long as you need."

"I will still take some responsibility for the matters." Seyardu does so, raising her head, and she nods, Raising her head for a moment before returning to the search for marbles, but much more relaxed. Though she stops, tilting her head somewhat at the comment from Lily.
"Zeke ran away?" She asks, tensing slightly.

"This one can leave you all be, if that would be best."

"He won't be gone long. He will be back soon. Our bond is strong. It's my fault. This one said things. This one's words have chased him off." On the bed now, Cryosanthia sets Faran and Lily down and remains crouched over them. "His mother, Nonantzine came, she hurt him, we fought. He stood up to her but it didn't work."

"She's... she's... this one accused her of things... Zeke thought I meant him, somehow..." Cryo frantically explains, her pupils wide, her eyes showing only slivers of sapphire, "She... loves him, but she doesn't see how she hurts him."

"We talked, once he was gone. It's as if the sight of him enrages her somehow." The whitescale makes a small thrumming noise, "this one sees herself in her, through a mirror distorted."

"Zeke will be back, it will be okay. You don't have to go. Why does everyone get to leave this room but me."

Faranmidahn seems troubled still by this... development, but she smiles for her sister's sake, "Of course, honey..."

As she is lowered to the ground, the very tips of her tooties reaches floorward just past the fluff of her fetlocks before flattening proper against the tile and she finds herself looking up to Cryosanthia as she continues to elaborate on things, "I... didn't think she was still alive." she confesses in a slightly distracted tone, then she turns to Seyardu.

She smiles and with a final stroke along Lily's headscales, steps over toward the grand silver, offering her hand, "You don't need to go anywhere, friend, please... be at ease."

Seyardu blinks as she gets most of the marbles off the floor, so she could stand up straight. She looks to the three on the bed, and sighs.

"I just do not wish to be a bother when you are both getting to see each other again." She says, reaching to hold the offered hand.

"I just need to make sure you are okay to leave, but I think it will not be a problem, Cryosanthia." Seyardu offers to the whitescale, followed by a slight chuckle. "The lack of clothes, more so? This is why I wished to go out and get some for you, as I have seen how you have desired to go out.

"His mother, he shared some about her, with me. I thought, with what little I know, that she should seek the council and aid of the shamans for the injuries of her mind. She needs to heal, however that may be."

"This one... is not the healer to know what is wrong with her or how to fix her." Cryo says, shaking her head and breathing slowly. Lily stands under her, pressing her small claw-hands up against her ribs. "She has the scents of a Nest-mother who will destroy her own nest, other nests. The Egg-Watchers taught this one that much."

"Zeke could heal her, if only she would let him, if only she would see! Zeke restored my wing and tail, as the representative of the Dragonfather, he pushed the Unraveller out of me."

She waves at the bed, "It was all over this, it destroyed the sheets. It wasn't even alive, it was... the leftovers, of what we killed. It got in me and was growing and growing."

"He removed it." She looks at the door, then hugs her pinkscale again.

Lily returns the embrace, as best she can, stretching her small arms wide and dangling. She's not as well armoured as Faran, but she has scales and that helps. "Marblesss?"

Faranmidahn gives the massive hand a squeeze and assures her, "It's alright, really."

She glances toward her sister, then, "Well, I can lend her my cloak for about eight minutes...." she comments mysteriously, a hint of mirth in her tone, thought that fades some as the topic lingers on Zeke's mother.

A sigh, "Mothers aren't always... equipped for the task, not at first." she muses, then, "Maybe... I don't know..."

A blink, as her niece decides the heavy topics have reigned too long, and she parrots, "Marbles?" in some confusion.

"It was a disease, or behaved like one." Seyardu sighs, but then she nods, and smiles. "That he could heal it is good, he is an excellent healer, this is true."

The smile fades quickly however. "You are more of a healer than you think Cryosanthia. The kind of healer which she needs from the shaman caste. These injuries, they are not ones that can be healed with magic. With time, communication, and acceptance, yes."

The silverscale had filled a small pouch with the marbles she had found, which she hands back to the kobold. "I believe she would like to play. Would you, Dame Faranmidahn?" She asks the small knight with another smile.

"Yesss. Play marblesss." Lily repeats, patting at Cryo and looking down at Faran. The whitescale seems calmer, "This one wishes to indulge her, if you like. I have trouble flicking them."

She holds forth a draconic talon-hand, wiggles her fingers to demonstrate. "I spoke with Shaman Un'eth, but she couldn't explain to me how to change back. The spells were amusing."

"There... was a lot. That happened. Has happened. It's been a rush of events."

Faranmidahn nods, not liking the descriptions of Cryo's earlier malaise, sounding too much like a tormentor not long enough absent for her tastes.

She nods up to Seyardu, then, refreshing her smile, then cups her hands for the spheroids in question, "Of course, that sounds like fun!"

Her gaze softens as Cryosanthia begins to speak again, looking to her hands and wondering, "Is this... like what happened to your mermaid friend? You said she was cured, maybe...?"

"It's... a little? I'm not sure." Cryo says, lying on the bed so she can watch.

Lily takes the bag from Seyardu and divides up the marbles, "Thiss yourrs. Mine, yourrs." She counts them out, when there are two piles she explains, "Sshoots ssircless. More in ssircless winss, can knockss out." She wiggles down and flicks a small marble which stops off centre, closest to Faran.

Cryo continues, "Uneth says this is really me, but also how I was is really me. It's a little... confusing. I thought with the mana gone, and the Unraveller gone, I would just switch back."

"It's turning out to be more like my wings, or my jaws. You remember when my jaw fell off? Oh, my wings went full in the Sea."

She gets an odd expression, "when Merek attacked the other me."

"Would you like to try on what I brought you? It's just in the bag over there." Seyardu suggests while she watches Lily set up the game with a smile. "The wings were there prior, but not formed fully." She notes, glancing at the additional appendages. "They seem to be a part of you like any other."

The talk of jaws falling off makes her wince. "You are still yourself for certain, your mind. It may be a matter of time, or perhaps, you need to get more in touch with this form? You do need to try flying, now that your wing is healed. And what is this about a mermaid friend? This one did not know you had one as a friend."

Faranmidahn crouches down and looks to her opponent as she starts doling out the marbles, and, perhaps in a fit of levity, or perhaps to play the game on the same scale as her niece, she starts to make several quick gestures as she chants under her breath, "Another arc within the tale, I bid thee now, abate in scale." <halfling>

With a shimmer of shadowy motes and iridescent mist, the halfling is suddenly much smaller, tiny, in fact. Smaller than the carnationscale, who gets a quick wave.

Cryo's reminder of their picnic jaunt brings a wry smile and she chirps up her way, "How could I forget, I was completely at a loss about what to do!"

News about Merek brings a tiny(fine?) palm over the bitty-Lucht's face for a moment and she shakes her head. Where does she even with that?

Seyardu's question prompts a nod, but this is more Cryosanthia's story to tell, as the sound of bouncing marbles draws her attention, "Oooh! That was a good one!" she cheers, then steps closer to try and get her own ball rolling.

Tink!

The marble starts to move under the Knight's impulse, but it doesn't go quite as far as it might have at her normal size.

<pre>GAME: Faranmidahn casts Reduce Person. Caster Level: 8 DC: 15</pre>

Lily bounces happily when Faranmidahn shrinks, reaching tall and going 'Rawwrrr' before scrambling and crouching down to shoot a few more marbles.

Cryo says, "Yes, this one will try the clothes. You met her, Seyardu. Braelnoir is the mermaid, was the mermaid. There as an artifice device which caused great havoc for a while, trapping people in other forms. Dispel magic and other efforts to remove it would cause defensive reactions, usually other transformations."

"She, another friend of this one, Nels, recovered. They used some fish, that Elleandra raises, which nibble magic." She gets an odd look, "a few didn't, I think there is a family of cow centaur milk merchants that never did."

"I don't think it's like what happened to Braelnoir." She wiggles on the bed, "after a few days I could make my jaw change, just like I used to be able to manifest claws for a short while. I just... had to think, I want them now! They'd be there."

Lily shoots another marble, "Sscorre!"

The silver scale blinks, seeing the knight shink. She hesitates, before reaching to pat Faranmidahn on the head. "Ah, yes, Braelnoir told me about what a good friend you were to her at that time." Seyardu smiles. "Though I do not know if I heard about the mermaid portion. Seems there was more to this device still. Almost as curious as an even tinier Lucht-Siul."

"And excellent shot, Lily!" She says, stopping the marble and rolling it back to the kobold.

"Perhaps it is not the same. Although, it has only been a two days since you have fully healed. So perhaps it may still come to pass? It would be impressive to change back to this form whenever you wished. I think you give even better hugs in it."

Faranmidahn blinks as she is suddenly petted, still so very very fluffy. She looks up at Seyardu a moment, blinking again, "Ah... yes, well... I know a little magic." she confesses with a smile.

She turns to the victorious cheer of Lily and she chirps, "Good shot!" before she hunkers down to flick her own shot in turn, much better now that she has a more solid idea of the difference in strength and mass she has to impart.

She looks to Cryosanthia again and asks, "So... there were two Mereks... and two of...." clearly a couple of gears are gnashing their teeth a moment by the look on her face, then, "So... someone else punched you and... your.... wings turned into dragon-you?"

Cryo holds her hands out towards Seyardu, looking at the bag of clothes, "Thank you, this one didn't realize that about her hugs."

She shakes her head, looking at Faran, "it's worse than that. Copies of everyone that went to the valley came out of Merek. They were us, not evil, but... we'd failed, and we were broken. Everyone started fighting and we couldn't work out what to do."

She takes a slow breath, "whatever I did, the other me copied. They used our strategies, the other Seldan even had an evil Reunion."

"Merek... tried to disintegrate the other me, and I put my wing out to stop it... and that's when I had suddenly had my full wings, and they worked. I didn't want to see her... me... die."

"And I did. She cracked up like a puzzle and melted like ice. Her last words were, 'you have to save her'."

She's shaking her head, "And I don't know who she means. Could even be you, Seyardu, you're stretching yourself too thin, just like Merek."

"Sscorre!" Lily shoots again.

"You said they were not like that. But, it is a theoretical. This one, does not think it is something that will happen. If it ever goes closer, then we will all do what we can to stop it." Seyardu smiles. "I promise."

At the comment, she sighs though. "Rocky spoke to me before, about such concerns. He said to know the limits of what you give, and keep that in mind. But, I agree with him on other matters. That helping others, helps myself, like it does for him."

Her tail thumps once against the stonework as she passes over the things. Inside the bags were several garments for an outfit. A white and blue skirt in a gradient with buttons for slipping a tail through the back, and accompanying white blouse with blue accents the way
Cryo had worn often. Perhaps there were more alterations than just to her form.

"That is not a little magic. Well, little magic, I suppose. To be honest, this one has never had a good chance to speak to you."

Faranmidahn has her heart all over her face as Cryo describes a rather... horrific scenario, "Gods, Cryo.... that must've been...! I'm so sorry you had to go through that...!"

It's a juggling match, bouncing her awareness between her sister and niece, but the pendulum must continue to swing.

She looks to see Lily's shot and chirps, "Oh, you got me good, there! Whatch this!" She hunkers down a little bit, shifts her feet for drama's sake, then shoots off toward a small cluster of marbles.

She looks up to Seyardu as she speaks, "It's very noble, it is, and it's appreciated, but sometimes you need to take care of yourself as well."

She hmmm's and looks down at herself on the musings about magic, and, "Well, I have a few tricks like this, though... some are more destructive. This is one of a couple that I use for fun, mostly."

"I don't understand." Cryo says, taking the clothes and examining them, "These look nice. Hmm... well now I feel like Braelnoir with her paw hands."

She ducks her head into the shirt, explores around inside it, "How do I get my wings through?"

Cryo-ghost turns towards Faran, "it... I learned a lot. It was the Fernwood Pub and Big Hammers all over the place again Faran, and I managed to get them to listen to me. Our other selves showed us how to fail, our success was doing something we normally wouldn't."

Lily skooches over as Faran takes her next shot, she quickly fires a big marble back. In her eagerness and excitement it rolls completely out of the circle.

Cryo gets an arm out of a sleeve, "Well, this one will try talking to Nonantzine, and is still thinking about what happened. I dreamed I was talking with Eluna, and Ceinara and Maugrim, you know?"

"I understand, Faranmidahn. I am putting aside more time for myself, even if it does not seem like it. Even just to relax." Seyardu sighs, smiling to the small lucht. "That magic certainly looks fun, it is not something I considered, using magic for fun. But I can see that it is enjoyable."

"Ah! The two pleats at the back of the blouse, they are actually open and secured by buttons that are hidden and padded by the fabric."
Seyardu explains, chuckling a bit at the sight of the cloaked dragon. "It is in some regards. Perhaps another time, but Braelnoir mentioned something about a play to me, about a dragon and a demon?"

Faranmidahn smiles and 'whoop!'s as Lily's shot goes a bit out of bounds, and the tiny Knight trots fluffily after it before it can roll out into the hallway.

It takes her a little bit to roll it back toward the circle, even as she answers with a question, "How are you.... feeling, Cryo? Does it... does it still hurt, like the Jaw or...?"

Blink, then a look to Seyardu on her question for Cryo, then she stares with big(fine, more like, maybe diminutive) eyes at her sister, "You wrote a play?"

OH, yeah, the game!

Ahem, "Sorry sweetie!" she apologizes to her niece, then pads over to one of her marbles and takes another shot.

It took some courage to return to the very room that plagued her rest. And plagued... just about every waking thought. A bundle was under one hand, and the other raised to knock at the door softly after hearing some familiar voices inside.

Opening the door would reveal a scarred mul'neissa woman in a gold-trimmed green dress with long sleeves and green cloth gloves. Under one arm was a rolled up, pink bundle of cloth. She blinks at the sight, of faces new and old, as well as Cryosanthia's developments. She smiles lightly and raises a hand in greeting.

Cryosanthia looks at Seyardu, then Faranmidahn. Well, her clothing-covered head obviously faces one way, then the other, and she's moving about within the voluminous fabric. "I think... buttons in folds may be too much. Is this a wing-sleeve?" Then, "Lily, help?"

Lily points dramatically at the tiny spider-fluff knight, "No cheatingsss." She then scrambles up on the bed, into the shirt, and adds to the lumpiness moving around beneath it.

"I'm not sure which play she means, Faranmidahn. I have written a few, and Braelnoir was on one, and there's a Crimson Pen story about a succubus which I think was written by an actual succubus."

"Is this the sleeve?" More ghosting. There is a half-dragon, half-ghost sitting on the bed. Her head turns towards the door, hearing it open, "Is that... no... it's Aryia. Peace on your nest Aryia. Come in."

Faranmidahn looks artfully aghast that her beloved niece would accuse her of doing anything so unseemly, hand of her chest and everything, but caps it off with a knowing grin as the kobold bounds off to help Cryo with her wardrobe.

She turns to the sound of new footfalls, more acutely aware of them at her current scale and look up-up-up to wave and chirp a merry, "Hello, Miss Aryia! Looking good!" followed by a brief glance at her family, then back to the Mul'niessa, "How are yu doing?"

Aryia watches the scene play out in front of her, a her slight grin turning amused from the antics. Both from the tiny knight that she had not seen in some time, to Lily attempting to fix a wardrobe issue from within. It certainly was a very welcome change to the doom and gloom that she had left this place last time.

She bows slightly and steps in, giving a wave to Seyardu as the silverscale busies herself. The mute woman stands there a bit, taking in more before clearing her throat and setting down the pink bundle of cloth on the foot of the bed.

Despite her gaze landing on the pinkscale, she keeps her smile from faltering, though her shimmery eyes dim a bit as a line of text crosses her mind's eye.

She turns to Faranmidahn, her smiling lightly and wiggling her hand in a 'so-so' manner, before waving that away and giving a thumbs up. The last time they spoke was at the TarRaCe, playing with a teeny little spider. She points at the Spider Knight, her tilting her head to the side and returning the question back to her.

"Triess now." Lily instructs. A lump having moved over the form's back.

Cryo struggles in the apoptygma of the sleeves, finally her head pops out, leaving it hanging around her face like a hood. One horn is caught in a hem.

"Nooo. Thass for wingsss." Is Ssassa doing this on purpose? Her wing isn't very successful trying to get through a regular sleeve.

"Just a moment Lily, this one must speak with guests. Hello Aryia. I'm very sorry. This one will help, when she can. Zeke has healed my wing and tail. Shaman Un'eth has helped me try to change back to myself, but it hasn't worked."

She gestures with her left forelimb, arm, shifting another flap of shirt, "I was updating Faran, on everything. The battle with Asumit, what happened after, and after."

She exhales a long sigh, "And after."

Faranmidahn smiles some, looking back to the mother and daughter a moment, then up to Aryia, "I'm... better, thank you." She smiles thoughtfully, looking over the giant Mul'niessa's features, "Zephyr really enjoyed playing with you last time, I'm sure she'd to visit again!"

She turns back, then as the antics with her family continue, with the sound of her sister's voice, and the tiny Knight trots over the expanse to hug her sister's foot (from the ankles down, you're mine!) in solidarity.

Aryia watches such antics for a moment, glad to see a mote of normalcy in the madness of their lives. A sighs leaves her as Cryosanthia mentions such developments. Her smile turns downwards slightly, her lightly kicking her foot against the ground. She shakes her head, ridding the bad away for now. She makes a soft, attention getting whistle, points to the carnation scale running amok the clothing, and gestures to the pink bundle on the bed. "This is for you," she motions to her.

The mul'neissa looks down at Fara. Really, really looks. She rubs her eyes, then squints. She points to her head, points to Fara, then makes a motion of sizing something up with her hands, then makes it really small. A smile crosses her lips at the mention of the little spider, and she gives a sharp double nod. Aryia would like to visit them as well! <Handspeech>

It may be that Ea hears certain words and passes them along, as Un'eth now enters the room. Knocking against wood is a hearth-tale, and she does not. If entry was not desired, the door would be barred, by her logic. She carries a pouch in hand that smells strongly of BACON! even to those without overly acute olfactory abilities.

Claws slow on the floor as she realizes that more than two are present. "Peace on your nest," she greets as snout and eyes pan across Cryosanthia and Lily. "I did not know that you had-" then the itsy bitsy spiderknight "...visitors." Her eyes end upon Aryia and remain there.

Lily's head pops out of a different sleeve. So many sleeves! How many limbs did this jotun have? Wait, it was a custom piece. The pinkscale's attention eagerly snaps to the pink bundle. She presses her arms against her sides and squirm-wiggles out the sleeve to land beside it, and start unwrapping it. She eagerly tells Aryia, "Thanssss!"

The Mul'niessa would note the skeletonized lily broach is pinned to her dress, over her heart. There is a little dancing skeleton hanging from a ring around one of her horns.

Cryo notices the bacon scent! She's backed into the blouse again, so a ghost head turns towards the doorway, "Un'eth! You are back. Peace on your nest. Don't step on Faran. Many have come, it is true. This one thinks you know Sir Faranmidahn, Knight of the Purple Rose, and the other is my friend, Aryia. She talks with her hands."

More strugglng, "which is great in noisy rooms but not when one is caught in clothing."

Faranmidahn looks back from hugging her comforting tarsal hug to see the pantomiming gestures, and it takes her a second to puzzle out th-oh!

A teeny tiny blush accompanies a tinny, nervous laugh as the bittyLucht rubs the back of her neck, "I used a spell!" she chirps, "It should wear off in another six or seven minutes."

Her attention turns to arrival of the new Sith, and a somewhat more neutral expression adorns her face. She detaches and turns to afford the elder a respectful curtsey, "We've met. Peace on your nest."

The bundle unravels to show a warm, pink blanket, not unlike the one that Cryosanthia was given before. Though this time the stitching and the hems were much cleaner, and more professional looking. On one of the edges, embroidered in white thread of the sildanyari script, was the name "Lily" as phonetically equivalent as it could be. Aryia was improving for sure.

Though, the mute woman's attention softens at the lily broach. She puts her hand on her sleeved arm, remembering something. The mute takes an even breath, and nods with a smile. "You're welcome."

A small bit of realization crosses her features. Though she nods in understanding, seeing Fara in a new light. Aryia didn't know the minute Lucht could use magic.

Aryia turns at the scent of food, though her eyes widen as the ebonscale steps in unannounced. It was the sith-makar that hissed at her at the markets the other day. Her shoulders sag a bit under the gaze, and she raises a hand in greeting. Once more, she tries to offer: "Peace on your nest." <Handspeech>

With things relaxing again, Seyardu was half asleep on the bed after offering the clothes. Only the continued struggles and new arrivals cause her to blink awake, and chuckle.

Such are the price of wings, Cryosanthia. It will be easier when you can simply use your sleeves to put on whatever impossible to slip on clothes you wish."

She fidgets some with the buttons, allowing it to be pulled around the extra limbs. pausing and squinting when she sees a pink kobold peeking out to nudge them with their snout.

Then the rest of the room gets her attention. "Shaman Un'eth, Aryia, peace on your nests! I did not see you come in here." The silverscale smiles.

Un'eth's stare at Aryia lingers a bit longer, shifting slightly to the finger-waggling. The sith may gesture when she speaks, at times, but she may not truly take one to be the other. There is no hiss, at the least, and only a simple bob of her head before it is pulled away.

First, downward to the fine Faran. "Ssa, and upon yours. Ea appears far different, now, does it not?" she adds with mild amusement and rather rhetorically.

The struggles of Cryosanthia and Seyardu draw a brief snort. "You have scales, and do not need clothing for protection. Not unless you go to battle."

Cryo moves carefully, feeling Faran hugging her ankle. She reaches down to envelope her with her talon-hand, and return the snug, ever so slightly. It's a careful touch, reminding the whitescale how much the little knight, her family, her friends need her. As much as she needs them. They are her treasures. She will not let them be stolen, any of them.

In her mind's eye there is a 'thunk', a block on top of another block. Interlocking. The tower is being rebuilt. Stronger.

Lily eagerly unwraps everything, then hugs the pink blanket tight against her throat. She signs, "Thanks. You!" Pointing directly at Aryia. <Handspeech>

There is a shrug beneath the shirt, and a wing emerges from the wing-sleeve. Cryo's foreleg finds the appropriate arm sleeve and she gets her head and horns through the neck opening. "The clothing is for others, to spare them seeing things that would disturb them, a dragon in her scales, or parts of her that would invite questions. This one has a strain in her tail from ensuring it does not lift from the floor."

Her other wing is working its way out, "Seyardu was kind to commission something. Perhaps in shirt and dress, venturing forth would not raise alarm and invite dragon-slayers."

The whitescale is convinced her appearance would finally prompt the rapid response of Sunblades, Silverguards and Adventurers she has desired for every demon, fey and vampire appearance. The one time she would not wish such.

<pre>GAME: Faranmidahn casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 8 DC: 14</pre>

Faranmidahn smiles a little more easily, perhaps reshuffling some past slights as more transitory as others, and gives a neat bow in turn, "Sometimes we all need to look at things a little differently!" she chirps.

As Un'eth, Seyardu and Aryia make themselves (re)acquainted, the turns back just in time for the gentle hand-hug(palming) by Cryo and she smiles. She lifts that smile up toward the face of the Cryossus, but stops and, after a brief doubletake, her fingers start to make little intricate gestures as her tiny voice intones something in her Mother tongue, "Magic forces sweeping earth to sky, reveal your flow to my focused eye." <hafling>

Iiiiiiitty-bitty pink lights emanate from her eyes as a result.

Aryia shifts a bit as her gestures are given a blank stare. Right. No point in trying to get the greeting across. At least she was acknowledged this time around. She gives a little wave to Seyardu again as they reawaken fully, her motioning, "You should sleep soon."

She gives a small smile and a small sweeping motion towards Little Fang. "You're welcome." Aryia steps to the side so the shaman can use the space for whatever it is they had in hand. <Handspeech>

"It is not for protection, Un'eth." Seyardu begins to explain as she buttons the back of the clothing up once the wings are through. "It is easier to be approachable in the city when dressed as such, and, it may make people not believe a white dragon is wandering around the city."

The silverscale smiles, and chuckles. "Perhaps you could ask Braelnoir if she still has that sign to hang around your neck. Not that I believe you will need it."

The suggestion of sleep turns her attention to Aryia, and she nods. "I will, things are getting better now, so my presence is less needed in the future."

Un'eth finds that Lily is rather content with her pink blanket and Cryosanthia with her clothing, regardless of what she, heself, might think of them. The bag of bacon pieces is stowed on her belt for now. "Ssa, the softskins of the city would strike out of fear, or greed," she admits on the wisdom of clothing in this setting and circumstance. "This one spends little time within the walls." Excuse? Insult? Statement? The words may be some of all three.

Lily carefully folds her blanket back up, even re-wrapping it before reach out with small claw-hands for candy meats! She's bouncing up and down, just a little on the edge of the bed. "Readiess for foodsss."

"I think she destroyed the sign." Cryo says, as Seyardu adjusts the clothing, "it was demeaning and EEEPP!"

The whitescale startles at a sudden tingling in her most sensitive tailtip. An electric surge rises up her caudial appendage, curling it up and terminating at her hips, where she jolts upwards in an involuntary mimicry of the pinkscale's excited motions.

"Ahh... ah, what was that?" There's a flickering of blue, tracing along her highlight scales, which fades. Out on her tailtip, there is a glow, responding to Faran's eyes. Cryo has an unexpected smile, "So, ah, whatever Aryia signed to you Seyardu, this one agrees. You have been most helpful to this one. This one will need further assistance with the skirt?"

"There are reasons... this one is in the city, which cannot be discussed currently." Her breathing is a little rapid.

Faranmidahn is a little focused on the scrutiny her spell is meant to enhance to catch the threefold remark upon the softskin-slickers about town, and even the commentary about vandalizations.

With Cryo's very... er... lively response, the tiny Knight starts back to avoid the errant slap of a reflexive tail curl and stares up at the symbols she sees, there, "Ahh... Cryo...? Someone... there's new markings on your tail..." she remarks in a worried tone, "Not like Sally's at all, but..."

Wait.

Pink lights flicker as the tinylucht blinks, "You felt my spell?" Feel-ing may, in fact, be more appropriate, but she's got a lot on her plate.

Aryia jumps a bit at the startled sound from a the dragon-sith, her glancing to the tail and stepping a bit back should something happen. Her brows knit in concern as Fara explains more.

She clears her throat, tilting her head at Cryo's addendum. What reasons would that be? Isn't she freed of sickness? It's clear that little bit doesn't escape her, as she squints up at the draconic whitescale.

Seyardu jolts more awake at the movement, and she squints, before the whitescale seems to smile. "Ah, Aryia was just suggesting I should get some sleep soon." Seyardu explains with another sigh. "And she wished you peace on your nest, Un'eth."

Seyardu takes a moment to show the sign. "Peace on your nest."

Then she continues with a chuckle. "There is more to it than fear or greed. This one finds the robes of the celestial nest-mother makes this one more approachable, as does other clothes."

She nods, and takes the skirt, undoing a few button hidden by the waist before she offers it to the small dragon, easy to slip on up to the tail. "That was, odd. The magic reacted in some way?" She asks with a look back to Faran.

Un'eth also starts at Cryosanthia's lurch, step aside and around, expecting that she might have sat on her own tail, or sharp youngling claws struck a sensitive spot. The candied bacon is offered somewhat absently to those sharp youngling claws as she peers briefly.

A lack of gore and Seyardu's explanation pull her attention. The gestures are noted again. "That is what was ...waved?" for lack of a better term. She can commune with the elements and the beasts, yet in her defense... well, none of them have hands to speak with, in truth.

Her snout pans and bobs at Aryia, then, to return, "Peace on your nest."

"I'm marked? No! I will not be property again!" Cryosanthia says emphatically, about to whip her tail up to examine it, but feeling Faran's hurried scurry. Then the silverscale is guiding her to stand, remain still, while a skirt is belted on.

Even though Cryo is standing on the bed, dressed, she looks remarkably like herself. Bigger, more scale plates, but not beyond a Sith'Makar semblance.

Clothing does make the woman.

When she drops to all fours and curls up, the illusion is broken. She paws her tailtip up to examine the symbol. "I felt it, yes."

"We all scarred our personal Ley-lines in the Sea. Cesran's... all his veins and arteries turned into new mana conduits, it's remarkable. I... already... Salina... I don't know. Zeke healed them, but I'm still sensitive and I haven't..."

The whitescale cuts off as she examines the mark in full. Three interlocking rings, not a brand, but in the colour of her scales. One ring is a silvery-blue, a cold contrast to the glacial blues in her highlights. The other is a turqouise-blue, closer to her highlights but still different. The final ring is such a stark white it seems devoid of any other colour hints, and whiter than the rest of her scales.

Cryo holds her tailtip, utterly devoured by her thoughts, squeezing the ring markings under her claws.

The little sharp youngling claws, and the rest of Little Fang, also move out of range to snatch candied bacon. After which they are used to climb mount Un'eth, to perch on the shoulder-cliffs, and nibble bacon.

The little rose holds her spell yet, now that things are settled to some degree and she presses her lips into a little bemused s-curve, "I'm still studying the energies involved, but... there's something else, ahh.... I caught a glimpse of something on your wing, honey... I can give it a better lookover once I finish the tail, unless....?"

Ahem, "Shaman... I would not foist a task on you, but I'm only so experienced interpreting such mysteries and I would appreciate the gaze of wiser eyes, if you could?"

Wiser Eyes... a request unheeded over a year ago, a request that could perhaps have stemmed so many calamities, personal and gross alike had it been answered.

The mute mul'neissa gives an appreciative nod towards Seyardu at explaining to Un'eth her greeting. It felt like some latent tension between the two left as the greeting is returned. Though, she cants her head to the side. And if one paid attention, one could see her lips repeat the ebonscale's name with a slightly different silent tone. "Un'eth...?" she repeats voicelessly, less like a proper noun. Huh. File that one away for later.

Amused by Lily's antics, Aryia steps a bit forward to inspect the whitescale's tail as Fara resumes her inspection, a glance is stolen towards the wing, but it resettles back on the tail.

She pauses. Stills. Then sucks in a breath as a half-gasp. ".. s-st-r..!" The woman waves her hands at Seyardu, getting her attention before launching into a brisk, green-gloved explanation. "Hey, hey! Hey! Seyardu! Tell them we've seen that before! Aya had a similar marking on her back! You remember, right? Right?" <Handspeech>

The mention of marks and Cryosanthia's immediate concerns draw the shaman's attention, and moreso when bidden by the bitty. She doesn't ignore the flailing mul, per se, but rather focuses on stepping forward too look at what she might understand, rather than what she knows she cannot.

"What do you see?" It might be a redundant question, or a confirmation, as she now looks, herself at the white-scaled tail-tip and wing to study them.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "I think it would be a k/religion DC15 and DC35, and also a k/arc at least DC20 to for some extra info"
GAME: Seyardu rolls knowledge/religion: (8)+7: 15
GAME: Un'eth rolls knowledge/religion: (6)+5: 11
GAME: Faranmidahn rolls knowledge/arcana: (18)+10: 28
GAME: Seyardu rolls knowledge/arcana: (13)+5: 18
GAME: Un'eth rolls knowledge/arcana: (1)+5: 6 (EPIC FAIL)</pre>

Seyardu finishes with the skirt, and she steps away with a nod. "I hope it looks alright, I do not have as much of a grasp on clothes as you Cryosanthia, or the others. And of course, I had to trust the tailor on the colors."

It was an idle discussion, but one relaxing, before she thought on the other matters. She squints at the tail, at the rings, and sighs. But when she could not parse it, she looks back to Aryia and nods quickly. "Aryia says she recognizes that. The markings are similar, or are like the ones Aya had. Some manner of markings after returning from the expedition. Can you tell them more what they looked like Aryia? This one can not see colors, so your view would be the most accurate."

Cryosanthia continues to stare at the mark. It's on her tailtip exactly where she wrings it when she's nervous. This must be significant. She kneads and squeezes it further.

"There's one on my wing?" She looks up, spreading her wing out as she sinks into an 'upright cat' sitting position, crouched on her haunches. She looks at her left, doesn't see anything, and her eyes are drawn back her tailtip.

It evokes memories of her hibernation dreams. Not the dreams themselves, but sensations she had while dreaming, which conspire to pull her into mulling half-formed puzzle pieces.

In her mental landscape, her tower collapses again. She barely notices that too.

The tiny Knight scurries sidelong a bit as she hears the comparatively heavy footfalls approaching her, trying to maintain her focus on the auras she sees, "It's..... some kind of infusion of mana. More.... natural than Sally's work, like grew in like a new molt rather than being forced in like a brand."

She takes a slight bridlike motion of her head and with a note f wonder, "I... has... does anyone else remember hearing about something called mana scars? It's like that, but... "

Not realizing the relative dearth in arcane lore between them, she turns her glowing pink peepers up to the Shaman Caste, "What do you think?"

They swing toward Seyardu and Aryia in flicks and snatches as that explanation comes forward and she nods, "Maybe it's some kind of commemorative sign? The other one is near the little elbow bit on her right wing, along the inside of the joint. I don't get the placement, though... the wing and tailtip?"

Aryia's throat bobs as she gets her head on straight. The rings reminding her of a simpler calm before a blistering storm. One that felt like she was in the eye of, only to get buffeted by the walls more and more often as time ticked on. It made sense, what the little spider knight supposed was going on. The mute woman answers Seyardu.

"It was three rings. Just like that one. One was silvery and... and it reflected the moon. The other one was really hard to see. Almost invisible? Maybe it was the same color as Aya's skin? The other one was solid black," she answers to Seyardu in recollection. A bit of a tired, empathetic sigh comes from her, the mul'neissa reaching out to pat whatever limb was closest to her on the dragon-sith. <Handspeech>

Seyardu takes a step back as the others investigate. "Mana scars, I have never heard of them before." She offers to the small lucht, and Un'eth. "Cryosanthia told me those are the places where she struck the creature with wing and tail, so it may be related to that."

Then she turns to Aryia to take in her response. "She says the three rings like this. One silver, one hard to see, so perhaps like a gray? And another black one."

She chuffs, and looks back to the whitescale. "It could be, colors of the gods? They are colors this one has heard attached to them before. The silver blue of eluna, gray of animus and black of well, it seems most evil gods have a penchant for the color."

The silverscale shakes her head. "That being said, given what happened , the most likely sounds like it would be Maugrim? Are Cryosanthia's rings the same color?"

Un'eth eyes the trio of rings. Two sets, that is. One, then the other, though she cannot tell much different between the two. She focuses on the wing only as it is easier for her to view (and the tail likely easier for the wee one to see).

The shaman analyzes for a long time before answering. "She looks attacked by monstrous leeches... or she succored a trio of hungry pups for half a day..."

Certainly all here can understand the context, having been latched upon by numerous blood-draining invertebrates as long as a sithclaw... Have nursed a trio of wolf pups (with teeth!) for hours on end... The thought brings some pleasant reminiscence causing her thoughts to drift some.

Oh? No one else? Maybe it is just her, in that case.

"This wing?" Cryo pulls her right around, mindful of everyone, placing her right talon-hand on the joint, her thumb analog pressing on the symbol. She still holds her tailtip in her left.

"The fallss off wing." Lily offers crunching some bacon. Crumbs fall down Mount Un'eth, to be lost in the crags.

"I flew at it like a moth to a flame." Cryosanthia says, sounding hypnotized and distant, remembering, relaying. "All my fury, for naught. The Unraveller was like a wall of iron. Claws and teeth and the only bite I felt was my wing talon ripping in, and my tail-tip spearing it."

She lets go of her wing, takes her tail-end in both hands again. Feels Aryia's pat on her thigh, which feels just like the wall of iron she described, solid, unbreakable.

"She showed me how to fail. It let IT in. With no one to help her, it took her over." Cryo recites, more to herself than to the others. Reviewing the fight, reviewing the mistakes, her own, and the her alternate self's. She hears names. She has not succled wolf pups, but the names sink in. She presses on the silvery-blue ring, "Eluna," followed by the turquoise green one. "But this one is the Drama Dragon's colours. Ceinara, it's not Animus'."

But it is a neutral god's, and the one Cryosanthia follows. Sensations build within her, echoes of her experience.

"I felt their presences. Eluna's light shone down on us, and Ceinara was watching. I prayed for her to watch." She touches the last circle, the one so white it's hard too look at. "Maugrim...? Why ...white?"

Because she was full of darkness. Because she turned Black into Light. Because she played the Tyrant and he left his mark in her colour. The dark Dragonfather recognizing one of his own.

"They were there. The gods were watching. We only succeeded because of their assistance. Reinacting their seal was the only way. Just attacking wouldn't work, didn't work." She stares at the mark, "This isn't an ownership. This is... a thanks. Job well done."

"No." The little Rose chirps, then, in a miasma of shadow motes and iridescent mists, she suddenly manifests at her normal size, volume and vocal timbre with a little, "Whoa!"

Ahem, her eyes still glowing in their pink radiance, she refocuses on her sister's new markings.

There is a minute shrug, and the Sorceress-Knight continues, "It has..." a thoughtful frown, "the auras don't have the particular ebbs and flows of arcane magic, or tangled geometries of artifice, and... not like the ways of druidcraft." A blinked pause, and she peers quizzically at Un'eth, "Druid-craft? Druidry?"

She shakes her fluffy head and continues, "It's most like... a blessing, I think...?" Her cheeks color some and she ruefully confesses as her eyes lose their unnatural light, "I haven't had a lot of guidance on this, I'm sorry..."

With Cryo's elaboration, her expression fills with wonder and the little Knight hugs herself to her blessed Dragon sibling. She knows well the palescale's struggles with faith in the wake of Eclavdran and Salina's maneuverings, plots and schemes with such collateral and scope as to stagger the darkest imaginings.

Her smile is grateful, even as a wet glimmer threads through closed eyelashes, and in her deepest heart, she prays.

Great Gods of Ea... thank you for letting her see....

Aryia watches on as Cryosanthia relays what happened in a more theistic light. Taking a glance towards Faranmdiahn and her now normal (still small) stature. The mute elf's initial reaction to the topic is, as expected, a small frown. But as the whitescale elaborates more about the difficulties and struggles, she was a jaunted out of her usual distain. And instead, she listens. Carefully. Eyes closed.

Unbeknownst to perhaps all aside from the silverscale, Aryia did not hold much faith in the deities of Ea. Much as she prostrated herself day in and day out in her younger years for anything, anyone to aid her plight. Yet all fell on deaf ears and minds. And she only had herself, emboldened by the silence that all she had was herself, and herself alone.

But to see, visibly, a token of gratitude for the sheer tenacity of those that gave it their all to keep the realm together? And not just for Cryosanthia, but for her sister as well? Evidence that they, the gods, had a hand in this?

The mute woman inhales deeply, sloooowly exhales, and opens her eyes. That was the sound of faithlessness being chipped at.

"I'm glad you and everyone managed to get out okay from that. And that you had gotten help." Where I did not, she doesn't add. <Handspeech>

"The wing, the tail tip, yes. Both where you struck." Seyardu agrees, looking at the two limbs. "It can not be a coincidence. It does not sound right for it to be."

The silverscale falls silent, sitting nearby on the bed, taking in the room, and the eclectic group that was gathered together. And she listens, as she learned to do, feeling it the best for Cryosanthia's recounting of the experience.

The cleric smiles, jostling the bed once from a thump of her tail. She reaches out to trace the circle on the wing with a claw afterwards.

"It makes sense, Cryosanthia. Ceinara, she was watching this play. Where you played the part of a god standing against the unraveler. The white ring, it is the acceptance. The role you played was true. You were able to stand in place of Maugrim for it, with your own strength."

She turns to Faran, and smiles. "Your insight is welcome and more useful than you feel. I would not have considered these, if you did not point them out." She reaches to put a hand on the lucht's shoulder, and Aryia's and she nods.

"I am glad beyond measure that everyone got out okay as well."

The words fall on distracted ears, filtering into Cryosanthia's mind, taking root and ready to spring into flowers when the snow melts. Faran's tone, and her tears, and her feelings within are more immediate. She picks up the fluffy knight, and holds her in an embrace. There is a thrumming noise in her throat, a call for her nestlings. A cry the little Lucht would remember from the trials that ripped through their souls, that the others would remember from more recent events.

Little Fang scrambles off the ebon-scale, sliding down her then climbing the bed to wiggle into the embrace of her Ssassa, the Princess of Lillies snuggling up beside the Knight of Spiders.

The call comes again, a thrumming warble which carries and can be felt, not unlike a purr. Cryo raises her head, a soft and vulnerable gaze alighting on Aryia and Seyardu. She repeats the call and it is clear she means them. She does not have enough arms to embrace them all, but she has wings which open, ready to hug.

The puzzle pieces fall into place, her tower blocks stack, one on one, rebuilt by the implications of the deed mark. She was necessary, she was needed, she is needed.

Everyone got out, but it did not stay okay. Aya is in trouble. The Tryant wants his Weapon, and he destroys demons. The third act is beginning and she is still stuck in her second act costume.

Of course. It suddenly clicks. It's so simple. "I know how to change back. I have to fall off a stage."

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A Slight Misdirection

2021-10-01T20:28:20Z

Strike:

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== Log Info ==
*Title: A Slight Misdirection
*Emitter: Vaera
*Characters: Aryia, Vaera, Venom
*Place: A10: Temple District
*Time: September 30th, 2021
*Summary:
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The air of solemn, heavy divinity in the area is often broken by
laughter. The dual presence of the deities Althea and Daeus, man and wife,
stand towards the center, with their children and their children's temples
positioned around them. The presence of the divine is felt not only by their
temples, but also by the actions of their worshipers. The great plaza is as a
social center, paved in brilliant, white flagstones and covered in benches and
sitting areas. Priests, acolytes, and servicefolk of all stripes roam the
plaza, going from one task to the other.

At the front of the temples of Daeus and Althea, at the Plaza's
centermost point, rests a great fountain, the cheerful waters reflecting the
Sun during the day, and the Moon and Stars at night. The fountain is
strategically centered, and is oft a place for wisdom and lesson-giving. It is
not uncommon for a priest of some stripe or the other to stand there,
surrounded by the curious and faithful, delivering messages of hope or
contemplation. At other times, it and the plaza become a landscape of
celebration of the holy holidays.

Few vendors are seen in the plaza--the nearby temples provide most
food or services. Towards the west, the great Bridge stretches across the
river, and towards the east, the Redridge mountains. The plaza rests in the
midst of it all, the temples massive and grand on the Alexandrian scale.
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Alexandrian Temple district, late afternoon.

There was a chill wind to the air now, summer gone for good most likely, bringing more of the crisp air and all the bounty of the land from all manner of sources. This day, with only a few clouds left drifting lazily through the air. Beneath one of the trees away from the main plaza where small gardens were set up, a red scaled makari was set up, with a large blanket set down. All around her were various parts, blocks of wood, metal gears and plates, all in various states of work. And in her hands was a journal, which she seemed to be sketching quickly into, occasionally stopping to pick up one of the pieces of wood, before setting it down just as quickly.

With the air growing more cool, a slight attire change was necessary. A scarred mul'neissa in silver shades with a heavy grey cloak is leaving the temple of Althea, finished with getting her burns treated. They begin to make their way back towards a southern route. But the odd shade of red under a tree gets her attention.

She turns, and makes her way over. Aryia announces her presence with a light whistle, and raises a hand in greeting. She tilts her head to the side, looking at whatever the redscale was up to.

Venom, for her part, is moving trough the district with the usual pursuance of expediance over devotion. The enigma, while never particularly disparaging the divine works, has certainly never volunteered anything resembling any particular denomination of her own.

Not out loud, in any case.

As it is, she moves with a lighter step, though she does keep her head pivoting here and there to keep an eye on what's about. It isn't long before she notes the uncommon red scales of her fellow gun enthusiast, particularly as it rapidly becomes apparant that her fellow silent operator is moving to join her, and so her course alters as well.

Vaera looks over to where Aryia was. She had not needed the whistle, having seen out of the corner of her eye, but it was only at the noise that she turned her attention, offering a sharp toothed smile.

"Greetings, Aryia. I hope that the day finds you well. If you are curious what I am working on in some degree, it is the beginnings of a new firearm. Taking some peace as a result."

She looks to the other mute woman, and dips her head with the smile remaining. "And Venom as well, did you both come together on a walk? I was meaning to show you my progress, but, I have been stumped. Well, more than usual, artistically that is."

She taps a claw against the wooden leg to accentuate this joke.

Aryia stops just shy of joining Vaera under the tree as she's addressed, her hand vanishing under her cloak as she looks about the materials strewn about. She gives a little nod, taking a moment for her hand to warm before it pops out to say, "Rather well. All my burns are healed, thankfully. Maybe you could run what you have by Ve-"

She turns, straightens up a bit at the sight of the veiled figure, and her cheeks dust a slight crimson. Must be in the chill in the air. She smiles warmly, and raises a hand in greeting, in the form of a snapping a finger and a finger gun pointing at her.

There is a faint snerk at the joke. <Handspeech>

Must be the chiill, indeed.

The veiled one continues her poised approach of the two companions, her gloved hands coming together to signal her greetings, "I'm glad to see you, both." She turns her attention to Aryia, cocking her head a touch with a single, "Burns?"

the angle of her head shifts slightly, that she is clearly encompassing both women in her field of view, then starts to sign further, "Sometimes the finer details turn gunsmithing into a bit of a slog. What seems to be the problem?" <handspeech>

"You can tell her if you wish, Aryia, but it would be best to be honest, I think. I heard what happened from various people." Vaera replies to the two, focusing more on the mul'niessa for the moment. "I was hoping to, but the problem is artistic, as I said."

She lifts up one of the pieces of wood, evidently shaped into what was soon to become a single handed grip. "Parts extend into the handle of this one for added stability despite the decrease in size." She explains, more to Venom now. "I was able to shrink down most of the mechanisms, and feel confident it will be functional. But, I am at a loss what to add to the carvings for the grip."

There is a light chuff. "It would not feel right, otherwise. Making one happier to use it."

Aryia gives Venom a look from over her shades, taking a bit too long to answer the question, but slowly was picking up was the enigma was putting down. She gives a touch of a proud smirk. "Me and some others went to Charn to free some slaves. We got a bunch out, even as the demon that was there tried to kill everyone with an acid cloud. I got burned a bit, but I'm okay."

She turns to Vaera. "I hope Mictlan isn't overwhelmed now, we brought back a lot of sith-makar."

The mute elf kneels down to get a better look at the weapon, she tilts her head. "I don't know. Why not match what your leg has?" her hand suggests before vanishing back into her cloak. There's some shifting underneath before a pair of gloves peek out now.<Handspeech>

Venom's weapons have a certain macabre elegance to their design, so, perhaps her advice isn't the best on this score, but, her poncho rises and falls with what is likely a shrug, and she signs, "A virtue? A totem? A creed?" as her offering on that count.

Her hands pause a moment, and she adds, "I have seen a headsman's sword once, the blade was etched with the phrase: Strike in the Law bringer's name, ye not guilty."

Her head pivots ever so faintly as Aryia begins her signing and she is still for the duration.

A beat passes.

Then, she begins to answer, "I'm glad you were successful, and that the damage was not too extreme.

As Aryia kneels, the veiled one steps up to be closer to hand and looks down at the weapon and the indicated leg as one. <handspeech>

Venom's weapons have a certain macabre elegance to their design, so, perhaps her advice isn't the best on this score, but, her poncho rises and falls with what is likely a shrug, and she signs, "A virtue? A totem? A creed?" as her offering on that count.

Her hands pause a moment, and she adds, "I have seen a headsman's sword once, the blade was etched with the phrase: Strike in the Law bringer's name, ye not guilty."

Her head pivots ever so faintly as Aryia begins her signing and she is still for the duration.

A beat passes.

Then, she begins to answer, "I'm glad you were successful, and that the damage was not too extreme."

As Aryia kneels, the veiled one steps up to be closer to hand and looks down at the weapon and the indicated leg as one. <handspeech>

"Something like my leg? Perhaps that could be done, like the flowers upon it." Vaera muses, looking at the wooden grip. The rest of the parts were in various stages assemblies, clusters of gears and loose parts that were all still laid out in a discernible pattern. Aryia could see a larger group of parts, which Venom would recognize as the start of the same mechanism of the larger firearm. "Perhaps a broken chain, that might be fitting for a firearm such as this."

"I am glad you are alright as well. Mictlan is managing, it is not the first influx of those in need they have dealt with, and there is always food to spare. This one has been busy building shelters for the newcomers, as have many others. Caring for the young ones as well, some of them seem to have gotten the worst of it, but they are recovering."

There is an edge to her voice here, and her tail flicks agitatedly a few times. "It is good the scum perpetrating it paid."

The leg in question was metal at the joints, but the wood was expertly carved. Scales were made into it, and many were actually small jungle flowers in places, with many draconic runes carved into other spots. And curiously around the top band, were what appeared to be fish with dragon wings mid flight?

All of the bits and baubles made zero since to Aryia, she just knew they went in firearms. And that was the extent of it. She smiles a bit more, "I'm glad I got out okay as well."

She looks to the redscale her giving a nod. "That's good. I'm glad they're doing alright after we got them out."

Though, her face does darken for a moment at Vaera's comment. She clenches her fist, and gives a hint of a ire-filled smile. Despite how nice Aryia is, it's a time like this where one remembers that she is, still, a mul'neissa. "I'll gladly do it again," she motions slowly. "They deserve no less."

Abating from her intensity, she idly inspects the leg, an impressed look crossing her features. <Handspeech>

Venom nods, clapping her hands softly together twice, then as they part the fina tie, she starts to sign, "That could work, too. It would be definately mark it as yours."

There are little angle changes an pivots, perhaps the enigma is taking stock of the pieces laid out, and she lifts her chin to not at Vaera, "Solid looking work, well done."

Her attention turns toward Aryia, then as her hands start to fly, taking in her words and expression with what looks like a tacit indifference.

A beath or two...

"There is no shortage of those sort of targets." <handspeech>

"Mul'niessa have sensitive skin, to both light, and burns at times. It is good you are alright." She agrees, reaching into her jacket, and pulling out a few pouches that she offers to Aryia. "If there are any spots that are still bad, mix these two herbs together, and steep them in boiling water for five minutes. then bind them against the area with a bandage for several hours. Perhaps Venom could help with that?"

At the comments, she nods, and looks back to her work. "I fault you not for that, I would do the same. That none of the young ones died, is a blessing not always given."

She shakes her head, and looks to Venom and smiles. "It meets your standards? That is praise indeed. It has been hard work, but after spending many days reading what books I could, I have a decent enough grasp of the Kulthian language for the work. It is, very precise, and I would not have managed guessing."

Aryia nods in agreement with Venom, it was good work. And the idea of such iconography was one she could get behind. She regard's Venom's comment with a hint of a... sinister smile. "Oh I am very, very well aware. And look forward to meeting such people again with my fist."

The elf turns to the redscale her tilting her head to the side. She blinks behind her shades as her face dusts with more rubor. She reaches out for the pouches, but ends up pushing them back. She coughs into her glove. "Uh... I-I'm good now, the temples sorted me out. I'm pretty sure they didn't miss any spots." She glances to Venom.

Shakes her head, then comments with a few flicks of her hands. "Oh, you learned that language? Nice. I can't wrap my head around it. I'm terrible with numbers." <Handspeech>

"I have a little experience with poultrices." Venom replies with slow gestures, then, of the compliment, she cocks her head.

Perhaps derailed a moment, she then nods after a couple of moments, then signs, "I can tell you've been meticulous over this. Are you confident in your inscriptions?"

Her head angles toward Aryia once more as her hands start to sign, "There is a certain satisfaction in the impact." <handspeech>

Vaera nods, and returns the pouches to her jacket. "Very well, it is not as good as magical healing. Yes, I have been working at it for some time. And yes, I have been checking the inscriptions over. This one bought several tools to do such, and make sure they are the right shape and size. Though there is little written documentation on sildanyari-kulthian integration, so some of the notes had to be made by hand."" She explains while taking a few more of the gears, setting them into place in the assembly with a pair of tweezers, a drop of oil, and a check of the movement.

"Turns out by not accommodating for the collapsing nature, the mechanism is much simpler, as it can remain in its extended state all the time. Which cuts out most of the space in question dedicated to that.

"How have you two been? She asks, with one brow raised to the mul'niessa.

Aryia watches the gestures from Venom for a moment, her forcing her features to remain neutral. Noted.

"Thanks though," she off handedly mentions to Vaera as the pouches were stowed away. She watches the process with a hint of familiarity to it. There wasn't any comment she could make on the advancements that were just platitudes, so she just nods.

The question makes her look over to Venom, visage softening some unknowingly before turning back to Vaera. "I've been okay. Lot of good, lot of bad. Don't feel like talking about the bad," she answers. <Handspeech>

Venom nods, dipping to a crouch to watch the detail work for a moment, then starts to sign, "I'm not surprised. I bet any scholars on language would lose their minds over the very concept."

Aryia's gestures draw her notice again, and she's more obviously watching her by the angle change from her crouch. Once the Mul'niessa has framed her answers, she hesitates in starting a sign, then simply nods.

She looks between them again and answers, "I've been alright. Finished some work on my weapons." <handspeech>

"It is not that odd. After all, the sildanyari in question, they are experts at these things, and it is reflected in their script." Vaera explains, taking a screwdriver to tighten a few areas. "Lots of loaned words, and things like that. It incorporates well."

"We do not need to talk about the bad, yes. Talk about the good."

She sees Aryia being watched, and Aryia watching Venom. "Have you spoken some to Venom, Aryia? It has been some time since I saw you at the baths. I hope you took what was said to heart."

Aryia had nothing to add about about the subject of the language. She only knows one written one, so she didn't get the intricacies of trying to incorporate one of her native tongue's writings into a different language.

She looks to Venom as the enigma watches her, she says nothing about it. But understands.

Though, Vaera's question made Aryia freeze. "Uh...." her hand slowly flutters in front of her, face growing a bit hot in both fluster and embarrassment. Well, let's see how well she threads this needle.

"I... did. And... we... came to an agreement to... be friends. But I... uh... found someone else..." <Handspeech>

GAME: Aryia rolls bluff: (16)+-2: 14

GAME: Vaera rolls sense motive +2: (8)+5+2: 15

Venom shrugs a bit, draping her forearms from her knees as she nods, then begins to sign again, "I'm glad you were able to chase it down."

The question about their conversing gets a cock of her head, but her attention turns to Aryia as she tries to answer the Sith's question.

The redscaled sith-makar blinks, and squints just a moment at Aryia. Then, she chuffs, and nods.

"I am sorry to hear that, I thought you both liked each other." She says. "But, I am still glad you found someone, this is good to hear."

"Would it be in good taste for me to ask you more about them? What are they like?"

Aryia blinks as well. She knew Vaera sniffed out her bluff. And she knew that Vaera knew that she knew. A tinge of sweat collects at her brow despite the chill in the air. "It happens," she gestures with half-hearted signs. But the question afterwards wipes most of her trepidation away.

"Oh! That's fine! Her name is V-I-O-L-E-T. And she's really smart and is really kind," she all but gushes, smiling warmly as she explains. <Handspeech>

The veiled figure signs, "Is friendship not considered liking someone in these parts?" her head canting.

Her attention turns back to Aryia as she starts to elaborate on her new someone, then Vaera. <handspeech>

"They sound wonderful. You are kind, and having things in common always helps things along." The redscale smiles, then turns to Venom "Apologies, that is not what I meant by liking. I may have misread. But to you as well, I am glad you are both still friends."

"This one is no softskin, but if you ever need any advice Venom, this one will share what they can. And the same still goes for you, Aryia." She offers, checking the fit of the mechanism once into the metal housing.

Aryia glances to Venom, her rubbing her arm. "Yes, what Vaera said. It can be. But I like you as a friend. But I like, and am fond of, Violet. Um... maybe I'm explaining it badly... I like Vaera. And Seyardu. And you. You're friends. But I'm a lot closer to Violet. They'd be..."

She puts her chin in her hand. "... I... actually don't know what we are." She steals a glance at the enigma of a woman before returning her attention to Vaera. "Yes, of course. Thank you." <Handspeech>

Venom bows her head and lays her hand over her chest at the offer. It holds there for a few moments, then she looks up once more. It's as the conversations proceed, she signs in a slow, "Thank you. Such things are difficult."

There's a look to Aryia, then, "Give it time and see."

That seems like reasonable enough advice for the moment. <handspeech>

"There is, a fondness beyond normal friendships, yes." Vaera notes, setting down her tools for a moment. "I have experienced such before."

She looks between the two, and squints again for a moment, before smiling. "I would say, you are both good friends. Some friends are closer than others, and with that, comes a certain level of trust and care. That seems apt."

"Though, that being said? Venom's suggestion is good as well. Give things time to see where things land between you."

Aryia pauses to read the advice that Venom gives freely. She takes it, processes it, and then her face relaxes. "... yes. Probably for the best to just let it be and see where it goes."

She nods at Vaera, her glancing to Venom before giving a soft smile and reaching out to nudge the veiled woman with a knuckle to the arm. <Handspeech>

Venom rocks a little on the balls of her feet with the nudge, then reaches up to return the favor before rising to her full height.

"It's true. Some are." is all she can really contribute to that conversation. Instead, she reaches out to gently bump knuckles against Vaera's arm, then, "It's a good thing." <handspeech>

Watching the others shifting, the red makari smiles. She reaches out to return the bump to Venom's arm, and one to Aryia's as well.

"It is a good thing." She agrees, settling back down into seat. "I would like to meet, Violet? Sometime. After all, if you are my friend as you say, then I would like to make sure they are truly as kind as you say, as well. Though, I understand if you would rather not."

Hersryia gives a light smile as nudges go all around. Though, she rubs her neck at the request. "I uh...-" she resists the temptation to glance to the veiled figure. "I can see if they want to. I would like for her to meet some of my friends. But sometimes it's a bit difficult to get things organized as of late. Depends if she wants to or not." <Handspeech>

Venom folds her hands and looks between the two as it seems Violet is the topic du joir once again. There's a look between the two, then and she waits until all the signing's done before she chimes in, "I wouldn't know what to suggest." <handspeech>

"Well, organizing is hard, but if it's something you truly wish to do, it is worth the effort, is it not?" Vaera chuffs. "Working on this has been difficult, but I have steadily made progress."

She gestures to the parts and pieces, and looks to Venom with a nod. "That is alright, it is something to discuss between them. Though your input is important, as well."

Aryia gives a final nod before making a grunting noise as she gets to her feet. "Very fair. As is most things, some are worth the effort." She stretches out her back, rolling her neck around before reaching forward to pat the two women on the shoulder. Hands pull away to motion, "It was good seeing you two. And you, Vaera. Good luck with your gun. I need to get back to training."

With that, she pulls her grey cloak closer to herself, gives a soft smile two both with a lingering gaze on Venom before heading out with a relaxed gait. <Handspeech>

Aryia has left.

Venom nods, her attention returning to the gun as it's indicated, and she returns in a slow string of gestures, "I look forward to seeing it in action, sometime."

The veiled woman turns to Aryia as she rises and makes her departure to leave. She gently claps the Mul'niessa on the shoulder and nods, signing, "Take care, and we'll see you soon."

As the elf makes her way off to resume her training, Venom watches for a few steps, then turns back toward Vaera, "You've come far. A lot more comfortable with the tech." <handspeech>

"And I look forward to showing you. Assuming it does not explode in my face. But it should not." The redscale chuffs. She waves the mul'niessa away. "Good to see you as well, Aryia. See you around soon, I will look forward to that."

"Turning back to the veiled woman, she nods. "I had help, I learned much from seeing you disassembling it so thoroughly and confidently. Not to mention all the books available here."

"This city, it has been quite nice. As has Mictlan. It is good Aryia rescued all those from Charn. They will have a better life returning from there than I did."

Venom nods, looking once more to the weapon, "Use a string to pull the trigger if you have doubts." she signs, first, "I agree that it shouldn't, though."

She lifts her veiled face toward the redscale once more and nods, "I'm glad I could show you the way."

The musing about Mictlan, seems to give her pause, as she doesn't immediately respond, though there are tiny adjustments to the set of her head that indicate that she's probably puzzling her way through it for a few moments before she finally answers, "Any life is better once the chains are off." <handspeech>

"An indirect firing, I will keep that in mind. That is a good idea." Vaera nods, reaching to bump Venom on the arm once more. "I am glad I was willing to ask for your assistance that day. It seems my instinct was correct about your character. I know many would immediately wary about one as covered as you."

She muses on the final comment, and chuffs. "This is true, no one deserves to be enslaved. To be free to act and live is good. But I suppose what I mean to say, is that I am glad they come out of that place, with less scars on the body and mind than someone such as myself or Aryia. Those children, I believe they will still get to have good years growing up."

Venom nods, "I think you're right." she elaborates, to an extent, but, perhaps to both counts rather than seperately.

She gives things a moment or two to percolate, then, "Have you decided what you'll do with the stock?" <handspeech>

Vaera is content to let the silence settle, and she uses the moment to readjust the position of a pipe in the mechanism. "For the stock? I think, I would like to do something natural. Vines and flowers. A bit simple, but, I have always liked them. A sign of new growth, and moving forward."

She thumps her tail once. "It finally feels like I am no longer living in the past, so that is apt. And if you ever need anything done with wood for your weapons, let me know."

Vaera takes her journal again, and starts sketching out a few ideas. "Do you have any more plans for your own weapons, Venom?" She asks, raising the book up so she could keep watching the hand movements.

Venom nods twice and claps her hands together as Vaera states her intention. It's an interesting choice considering the nature of the weapon, certainly worth further contemplation.

She almost misses the offer as she follows that rabbit, but as she catches up with what's being said, she makes a tiny wave, then goes into more complex gestures, "Thank you, but I have my furniture how I like it for now. You do seem settled than before."

Her arms fold a moment as Vaera starts to lay out more design work, but she doesn't offer an unsolicited advice, as she's put together that some people get tetchy when provided with aid they didn't ask for. They slacken, and her hands cycle through her train of gestures agin with the redscale's question, "As yet, no, I need to see how the new parts" and new gun, "operate in the field, first." <handspeech>

"Your, furniture? Ah, fair enough. I am trying to be, if I need to spend any length of time here." The redscale nods, stretching out some. Even sitting down, she was still quite tall. "You have new parts to test? Best not to in that case. But perhaps we could both show. As I still have not see you actually fire your thunderbelcher. To be honest, it still feels like I know little about you, aside from your character. Which is enough, to be fair."

She seems to think for a moment before she chuffs. "It should not be long until I finish putting it together. And then, I can start working on a new leg. I have been hoping to do so for some time, and I learned much already. But, I should make sure I have not messed up here, first."

Venom nods, explaining, "The woodwork. It's what those who taught me called it." before shrugging.

She reaches behind her back for the Thunderbelcher, the body panels repolished, and newly engraved. The narrow panels of wood along the foregrip, and much of the gripping surface of the grip section of the stock are aggressively checkered and perhaps fire hardened before being sealed in the dark chestnut stain. She twists it open with some subtle brush of her thumb against a control lever, and reaches in to pull the polished steel cyllinder from the chamber before closing it again to allow Vaera a chance to feel it out.

"Well, I guess it makes sense. I was confused as, well, I have made plenty of furniture in the past. So if you ever need a new chair or bed frame, I could make something up." Vaera offers with another thump of her tail. "I am not even out of practice any more, with all the building in Mictlan."

Vaera takes a look at the weapon and nods, one hand checking the wood, and the metal. "Did a good job with the whole process, as I expected. Mechanism moves easily, and feels sturdy. Reliable. Not like you're fighting against the thing you're working on."

She glances back to her own weapon, and all the parts laid out. "But it is what it is. Give it enough time, and I'll be able to work well with what I have."

There is a little huff that ruffles the veils at that, and a little nod before she signs, "I appreciate the offer, but they are hard to carry with you."

She cocks her head as Mictlan comes up and, after a moment, the veiled woman nods, "I'm sure you did quite well, too."

The appraisal of her own work prompts a little bow, flicking a quick, "Thank you." gesture before reaching out to reclaim the weapon, while her other hand signs, "Everyone starts, somewhere. You had a good foundation already, the extra details should click into place reasonably quickly." <handspeech>

"I suppose you aren't the sort to settle down in one place then." Vaera notes as she hands the weapon back with a nod. "That is fair, everyone has a way which to live their lives."

"It was a foundation out of necessity, but a foundation nonetheless. I am sure things will beckme easier. As I hope they do for you in other matters."

Venom shakes her head slightly before her poncho does the rise-fall thing, "Not so far." she concedes, before her hands busy themselves with returning her weapon to it's place.

Squared away once more, her head cocks and, "Other matters?" <handspeech>

"Other matters, yes. Such as dealings with Aryia." Vaera notes. The redscale tilts her head just slightly to the side. "Aryia is not the sort who would immediately move on to a new relationship easily." Is all she says, picking up some more parts to fit into her work afterwards. <handspeech>

Venom's next gestures take a moment to parse, and cycle slowly, "Her relationships don't need fear."

That said, the enigma turns slightly on her heel, hands frozen between gestures before, with equal care, signs out a short, "I'm poison." before completing the rotation, and her footfalls start to carry her down the thoroughfare with a single, short wave. <handspeech>

"You are not." Vaera chuffs with a shake of her head. "It is a trade of one fear for another, even if smaller. It is fair to be concerned about matters however, and I simply wish you will find a solution."

She waves back. "Farewell, Venom. I hope to see you around another time."

Research and Reassurances

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Emblem of Ea - Sunday, September 19, 2021, 9:43 PM

Brae, trying to break her known patterns, is in the Library, where some would never place her. While here, she's multitasking on researching about demons, as well as battles of potential historical import/tactical insight, and brushing up on some of her siege engineering, taking copious, if somewhat chaotic notes. Seyardu arrives amidst research of her own and is surprised by the Korite's presence. As they talk about Cryosanthia's progress, Brae shares treatment insights that may not currently be considered; amputation of the corrupted limbs, with a magical regeneration after, once the mana poisoning has been purged. She confesses that there had been a time past when Brae had hesitated to act on this, admittedly, extreme option, and her sister suffered for it under the omniscient eye of the Endless Winter. It isn't a suggestion she makes lightly, but her experiences as a mercenary soldier, not often afforded the luxyry of magical healing, tell her that it needs to at least be looked, as much as she wants there to be another way. Seyardu considers what has been put before her, though the situation, with the addition of many more of recent occurance, are weighing mightily upon her. There are hugs, and they agree to reconvene at another private spot Brae isn't likely to frequent, where they can have a more fulfilling conversation, ideally without compromising things tactically.

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A large hallway, circular in design, is what lies beyond the large doors that let visitors in to the public library. Two guards stand in these doors at all times, employees of the city Watch, hired by the library for protection and to prevent theft of books. The head librarian is more of the same--a retired Watch member, herself: Lady Octagna is a great oruch whose lined face bears with it, as well, the scars of old battle. These days, she battles over books and the impudence of Society, Engineering, and Temple students alike, who spend long hours toiling within the Library's walls and basement.

A sign above proclaims the loan of books to be illegal, and that books may not travel further than the doors. Loud noises are hushed by the Lady Octagna, whose grand stature is said to be second to none. Her movements are rarely heard, though they are often seen, marking her quite agile in her elderly age. Rumors, too, place her as a curmudgeon'd ally of Madame Gelfure, the two of them going back years, with a tradition of lunches or the occasional breakfast.

The hall has marble floors, and two staircases lead upwards, one to the left and another to the right. Bright blue carpets cover the steps to lend to the quiet atmosphere of the great library. Straight ahead of the entryway, a tall archway leads into the main library, with study tables between rows and rows of books. The upper levels contain the city records to the left, and the right is a closed off area for library staff.

The symbols of Navos, the Scribe, may be seen in the markings of columns, in the relief of marble. Marble is the prevalent building material, giving the rooms a regal, official and solemn feeling. A few benches line the walls of the circular hall, and a desk sits to the right of the entrance, a secretary always attending it to help guests, even late into the night. The occasional Seer or Temperance may also be seen, offering advisement and wisdom within the great halls.

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Braelnoir A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver. 0s 44m
Vaera A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg. 3m 6h

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It's mot a place most associate with the mercury tressed mercenary, Braelnoir.

A place of learning.

Of philosphy.

Of history.

Including such topics as demon hunting, and military history.

Oh...

On maybe her third or sixth cup of coffee, with an array of leather and brass bound tomes spread around her at a table, and scattered with copious scribblings and notes sprinkled over them like a dusted cake, the Korite has an intent, studious look on her eye. Few of the staff venture anyway near her and that ominous scythe she's got propped against the table beside her, while a quill waggles between her fingers off to one side.

The library was the most well stocked of any public one, and so where many came when they had a need for information on a variety of topics. So it was where Seyardu found herself in some of her free time, with a few books in her arms. Her path took her near to where Braelnoir was, and she was distracted enough to end up near to where she was righting.

The silver sith-makar sniffs, looks over to the desk, and freezes. "Peace on your nest, Braelnoir." She greets quietly, already beginning on her way past.

There's a short, bitter bark of laughter at that, and she brings her spike shod hand up to massage her temples, "Sure, luv, sure." she replies quietly.

With a roll of her neck, accompanied by several tiny pops, Brae sighs and turns a wan smile the silverscale's way, "How ya doin, Sey..." she asks in something more like her normal tone, then... a hesitation, and, "How's she doin'....?"

There is a jagged split in the lobe of the Korite's left ear, scabbed over in dried blood from her promise to Cryosanthia.

Seyardu looks back at the laugh, and what she says, and she hangs her head, staying where she was. "I am alright." She admits quietly and none to convincingly. "Cryosanthia is healing, Nethercite is being used to dissipate the excess magic, but it is a slow process. But something more is going to be needed, as her tail and wing must be healed before they get worse, which will likely require anti magic spells beforehand."

Braelnoir hmmmm's and straightens in her seat, setting the quill in the inkwell before she stands to roll her shoulders in turns, "Any o'the structural changes easin' back ta normal?" is the first thing she says before setting her hands at the small of her spine and arching back to work out the kinks.

There is a moment or two, perhaps waiting for the answer to her question, but, she suddenly holds up her hand Seyardu's way and fixes her with a gaze coazed neutral, "Thanks fer... th'other night... an' doin' whatcha can for'er."

"Not that I have seen." Seyardu sighs, keeping her head bowed. "She still appears much heavier and muscular than before. But her wing and tail, their condition has not improved."

She lingers on the comment, and sees the outstretched hand. Her head tilts slightly, and she holds her books in one hand to take the one offered. "I did not do anything." She says with a shake of her head.

"Butcha were there. Ya tried." Brae replies softly, giving the clasping hand a squeeze, then turns to her reasearch, a bizarre mishmash of maps, combat engineering and demon lore.

She takes up her coffee cup and drains it, before she looks back to Seyardu, "Expected nethercite ta do fer'er outright, less they just ain't usin' enough."

She closes a couple of the engineering books and stacks them to clear a spot, it seems, then starts to gather her errant notes, asiding, "When I got turned by Kae's mojo-tech, there's a prison under the Arcanist's Guild, while I's in there, it turned me back ta normal, without triggerin'g a dispell reaction."

She massages the bridge of her nose with the tips of her exposed fingers, then, "Yer trained ta tend wounded folk, right? Whatta ya do fer folk if'n yer outta magic?"

"And me being there did not seem to do much." Seyardu sighs and shakes her head. "I did so little for Cryosanthia, for you."

She falls silent to take a look at the paperrs and books. "The nethercite is working, but slowly. The only problem is that the wing and tail are not healing, and are almost dead. They risk infection or worse if not treated. They need magic to be fixed. Perhaps taking her there would get rid of whatever is plaguing her wing and tail, but they need to be healed. If there was no magic, I would have to remove part of her tail, and likely the entire wing."

There's a shake of a silver tressed head and Braelnoir replies, "War's taught me anything, it's some shit gets way past a quick fix." she replies, then reaches out to clap the SIth's arm, "An' even victory can suck."

She takes in the longer explanation and nods, before she replies, "It may come t'that. I've considered it, before."

Whilst still organizing her research sources, the continues without looking, "There ain't always a pleth'ra o'priests around ta do fer us common mercs after a battle, not all of us. Smaller bands may get lucked ta have a priest with a few spells, but lots'v em gotta fall back on a few sawbones', an' whoever they can tap ta hold folk down. Known a lotta folks come up light after a scrap, even when we won. But it's that'r die. Bein' there's no shortage o'high mojo casters about, should be someone as can regrow a limb. Hell, we know at least one guy'can raise from from th'dead."

"I do not know if that would work on her wing, I know so little about how they work, for regeneration purposes." Seyardu sighs. "It is why I am so hesitant to commit to any treatment. I am not seeking a quick fix, but whatever course is chosen needs to be done sooner, rather than later."

After, she sighs again. "I know, I spent a few years traveling, with what little magic I had to other villages, helping out since so many had little in the way of healers. The shaman caste is not as large as others. And the jungles lead to many injuries."

Braelnoir sighs, "Elly might know, but...." she murmurs, before shaking her head.

No, she's not that experienced in druidry, it's probably beyond her expertise.

There's a nod, "Cryo said shit plays rough out thattaway." she concedes, turning to the silverscale, "Zeke's a bigtime priest, but treatin' Cryosanthia is personal. Personal t'the bone. He may not b'willing ta consider it fer the pain, but if nothin' else, ya could'least ask some o'yer clergy if't can be done. Will regen work on tails an' wings?"

She smiles ruefully, "I don't want m'sister runnin' light'rest of her life, don't take that's my meanin'." the Korite insists, but, "Goin' in without considerin' everythin' ain't much different'n going in blind. Ya follow?"

"Tails will grow back, but I have never known any Makari with wings." Seyardu notes, still holding onto the hand. Only after another minute when it trembled slightly did she look over and let go, the arm falling back to her side. "Of course it is, I have been staying at the temple so they will actually go to sleep. I just would not wish any harm on Cryosanthia, but I cannot think of a way without pain due to her magic oversaturation. Thank you for the suggestion of the arcane dungeon, though."

"She was growin' them wings before this... dragon thing happened." Brae notes, then sags a bit, "But... I ain't got a lotta knowhow on this big mojo..."

Her arms fold loosely a moment, eyes faraway, then, they close, "I... almost took'r arm, once..." she confesses softly, a pursing of her lips, the shift of jaw and softskin tongue, perhaps trying to get rid of the taste of the words she'd just spoken.

"Yes, she was, I just do not know if they are considered a natural state, or not. That is my concern." Seyardu admits sadly. "I know so little, I am struggling to think what to do, how to help."

At the admition, she looks up, and blinks. "You almost cut off her arm?" She asks slowly. "I am glad you did not. But I do not think you would do so for no reason."

An acidic, "Always maim fam'ly fer kicks, yanno?" is the Korites immediate, somewhat reflexive response. She she shakes her head and palms her face again, "Shhhhhhit.... I'm sorry, I'm..." a sigh, then the woman's amber eyes turn toward the silverscale's face.

"While back... this fuckin' Mouser, some... fae queen. Eternal Winter'r someshit... took Cryo fer a pet."

Her eyes half lower, "Done'r dirty.... she's yer age when we met. Fuckin' Mouser cut on'er... a nip here, a tuck there... put'er back tagether how she wanted'er."

A glance to the pebbled silver of her shoulder, "Branded'r hand... like someone done me, once, but worse... it let that Queen watch Cryo any ol'time she wanted. Would sic her other pets on'r now an' then..."

Another shake of her head, and she unconsciously shows the Maraki her back, an absent step opening distance as she continues, "'magine a godlike sadistic Gods'damned mouser's watcher yer every move fer giggles... an' ya spend every day afraid ta be near folk. Afraid ta risk callin' down wholescale death on folk around ya... a claim on ya...."

Her voice deepens to a subtle rumble as an almost draconic reek of fury fills the air around the human(?), and tiny silver flecks wash in unsteady ripples along her exposed skin, "Like yer property... an' a targettin' focus. Imagine watchin' that... Imagine that's yer sister... an there ain' no one even thinkin' o'doin anything for'er...."

Sure enough, Seyardu's normally squinting eyes were wide in shock when Braelnoir looked back to her, with a scent she may have known related to sadness. She took a step back, and sighed.

She listens, her head hanging again, to the story. "The Queen of Endless Winter. I have met her before, apparently after they gained their senses. Not enough senses to know an apology was wanted." They say, before they fall silent again. "She told me a bit of what happened, about how she was worried about that. Thinking what that is like, it must have been horrible."

And then, she sighs, her gaze going as low as she could manage. "I, I had a brother, at one point, I believe I have told you. If it was them, I, I would do whatever I could to help them. I understand your anger and concern."

"I hesitated... an' she suffered more..." Brae says softly, her head turning sightly to one side, but the human doesn't quite twist enough to look back to the silverscale.

There's a sigh, and another shake of ehr head before she finally does turn, her emotions back until what passes for lock and key, "I... think you do, yeah..." she returns with a solemn smile, "An' I'm.... sorry ya do."

"You did what you could, Braelnoir." She says in response, barely raising her head. "That is a decision that anyone would struggle with."

When she turns back, the silverscale was still downcast, but she could pick up the movement, and nods. "I think it is true that I have one, yes. Or had one. There is no changing the fact, so, the apology is unnecessary, for myself."

"A.... human thing, luv." Brae replies with a little shrug, "It's sorta... like a short way ta say, 'I feel bad that happened, an' I wish it'd been better for you, an' I know how ya feel'."

Eloquent.

She lifts a hand to worry at the back of her neck a spell, then, "I'm... sorry I's a li'l rough with ya'n the Temple. Weren't in a good place, but that wasn't you, an'... I'm sorry ya got any piece o'that."

"I see. That makes sense." Seyardu replies to the explanation, looking up more, and nodding. With the apology, the silver makari sighs, and shakes her head.

"It is, alright, Braelnoir. It was my fault for not realizing this. I should have given you more space, and understood that. I just, I was worried, Braelnoir."

Braelnoir takes a slow breath, then, "There ain't no way yer gonna know someone ya just met's every reaction, 'specially... a day like that." she says softly.

A hand rises to brush back trough her hair on the left, prompting a wince as she bmps that ear, then, "I apreciate th'though... even if I weren't in the right mind to in the moment, luv. An' Brae works too."

"I, do not think anyone was prepared for a day such as that. But you were so kind to me times when I needed it, and I wanted to be there for you, and for Cryosanthia." She replies, blinking a few times and taking a minute to collect herself. The wince makes Seyardu pause and she looks at the ear in question again. "Your ear is torn, Braelnoir, or, Brae?" She half asks, half notes. "Do you want me to treat that? I am sure I likely could, if you wished."

Braelnoir colors across the cheeks in that mammalian sort of way and clips off another wan smile, "Thanks, luv... but that's.... it ain't no nevermind." she shrugs.

There's a glance back to her piles of books and she scoots them over, "Here, ya been standin' there holdin' those, c'mon, sit a spell."

"You are, embarassed of your ear? It looks like it hurt you, and was bleeding I think." Seyardu asks, before she sits down and sits down with her books on the table, of Sith-Makar physiology, Tranmutation magic, and various other journals on healing. "No matter, if you are alright with me sitting down here, Brae, thank you."

"It's..." Brae starts, a bemused s-curved pressed into the seam of her lips, then, as she settles into her seat, "I didn't wanna draw'tention is all. It'll keep. I clean it, it's..."

Whatever is is takes a few seconds for her to choose her phrasing, then, "I gotta let it mend on it's own."

"Ah, you do not want to mention it. Another thing I cannot assist with, but I understand." Seyardu notes, and sighs. "It should not take long to heal at least unless there is some magic involved. But I am sorry, I will leave it be."

Scratching at the back of ehr neck again, Brae reaches out to try and gently pat her hand, "That's kind o'ya, luv... it is. An I appreciate it, it's just, ahhh..."

Ahem, how to explain....

"Taboo." <Draconic>

She settles back in her seat then explains, "Circumstances change... wouldn't be an issue."

The silver makari looks to her hand that was pat, and she does not pull it away, but she did not know what to make of it. When she changed languages, she tilts her head again.

"I, do not understand what you mean. What circumstances change, what is not an issue Brae? Apologies, but I do not know what to make of what you are saying."

Braelnoir wasn't always the best at 'coy'....

The silvermane nods to herself and looks Seyardu in the eyes, "I got a promise ta keep, first, luv. I cain't say n'more, I'm sorry."

She glances at her scythe to make sure it's still there (it's been an issue in the past) then of Seyardu, "So... whatcha lookin' for?"

"Yes, I understand." She nods back, avoiding meeting her eyes mostly. "I am, trying to learn what I can. I was, I was trying to learn what I could of Cryosanthia's situation before, to help with preparing for a nest." She explains, before she sighs.

"I do not even know now about that. But the same research, it is shifted to attempting to figure out what I can to help with her healing. But sicknesses like she, Seldan and others have had a barely documented at all, and finding someone who would even begin to match Cryosanthia is even more difficult."

Braelnoir She spends a few moments trying to square up her papers and her hands still at the talk of nestcraft.

There's a spike through the human's mind before she locks it back in it's place, thensighs and nods, pinching at the bridge of her nose again, "Yeah.... even what experience I got is a differen't source, entirely."

She looks to the silverscale again and, "How're you... doin' in all this, luv?"

The stillness was noted, But Seyardu did not push it. "Anything you can share, the information is valuable, Braelnoir, even if for comparisons sake." She offers quietly, looking at some of her books as the question was asked.

"I am not sure what you mean, Brae. doing in all of what?" She asks, mostly to stall and try to collect herself. From the pat on the hand earlier, she was still trembling enough to be felt.

Braelnoir arches an eyebrow, "This whole mess." she replies, setting the stack down, "With Cryo, an' me an... hell, everyone I suppose."

Now that she's got them squared, she starts going through the, eyes scanning the pages, pulling some out to set aside here, set others there.

Seyardu nods, and sighs. "Braelnoir, I am fighting against a fiend from hell who could kill me without a second thought, who sent dozens of my kin among others to the slave trading nations of charn for some likely horrifying reason, fed my own kin to others in an event at the colosseum." She begins to say, shaking her head. "One of my only friends lost her daughter I care so much about, and is hurt badly herself. And that is not even mentioning the ashwings that are still around, doing I do not know what, or the Thul worshipping kobolds and the witch queen they serve at a nearby lake, and the good village I know near them that were driven out, and some stupid captain at the gates wanted me and others to raze to the ground."

Finished, the silverscale coughs, and sighs. "I am sorry, that is all much. I am, I am not doing well, Brae."

Braelnoir nods, a certain knowing look in her eyes, an honest one; one that's seen things most wouldn't broach in the darker imaginings.

Talk of the daughter lost in her care tints that gaze for it's scourging, and as the immediate burn begins to abate, she answers "I unnerstand."

Her words are soft, and her eyes bore into the distances beyond, "Just remember y'ain't alone. It helps."

"This one, does not feel, not alone. Cryosanthia, she is the one needing support. Zeke is unable to sleep properly due to everything going on. And my other friend, Aryia, she has her own struggles." Seyardu replies, closing her eyes and sighing sadly. "This one feels alone, Brae. And everything feels like it brings me down further and further."

The warrior takes the rebuff in stride, barely twitching a shoulder in shrug before she starts to answer, "I's wonderin' where she gone off to." Then, "Ya got someone ta talk to."

Her hands busy themselves resquaring the three piles as she goes on, "Sometimes that's enough ta get yer head straight. Sometimes it ain't."

Clearly her motivational speeches don't trancend certain backgrounds.

"We're all feelin' this, all lookin' fer a way through."

"If I can talk to her. Maybe I can, but I do not wish to worry her. I have seen her overwhelmed on several occasions, and I would not leave Aryia with more." Seyardu says slowly, looking to Braelnoir, and hanging her head. "I am sorry, I know this is difficult on you as well. I do not know if you meant speaking to you in that case or not. But, I said it before, if you need someone to help and I can, or to talk to, I can put things aside, to listen and talk."

Braelnoir smiles that little smile and nods, before she rises to her feet and steps closer, "If ya need ta get stuff out, we'n do that, but that ain't a talk fer right here."

then, with a few moment's consideration, knowing in the past that the silverscale had been in dire need of a hug, stoops over and, mindful of her gauntlet's sharp edges, emfolds Seyardu in her arms and rests her cheek against her neck.

"You are right, not here. It has been so much that it just, it comes out with how overwhelmed I am. I am sorry, Brae." The silver sith makar replies with another bow of her head. When she looked up, the korite was closer, and she tilts her head. Only to find herself in a hug. She hesitates a moment, before she returns it gently. The silverscale was trembling all over, it was evident. Then, she sighs, relaxing some.

"Please, do not shove me away." She asks quietly.

Braelnoir closes her eyes, feeling the trembling in the sith and gives a gentle squeeze. Her hand rubs firmly along the silver scales, knowing from comsoling Cryosanthia that the tough Makari hide makes them less sensitive in the ways hers is.

She gives a gentle, "Gonna get through this, luv." trying to make her feel better.

She won't shove her away, but... there are parts of this path that no one else can walk.

They're not there, yet.

They have time.

Seyardu was no different, the firm hand was acknowledge with a low, rumbling sigh from the silver sith-makar. She held the korite back, with a hand running over her back, as gentle as possible, perhaps too much so.

"I want to believe you, Brae." She says quietly, as if the feeling would disappear into the air with the spoken words. "I want things to be better. You, you deserve that. And for me, it would be nice."

Holding the hug, the trembling dies down.

"Do you want to, talk, somewhere else then? I would like that, another time if need be." She asks.

Braelnoir learned a lot of things from Cryosanthia, Kaelyn and the boys; her family, scattered as they've become since Merkabah, and the days Brae had to be fast on her hooves.

She lets out a slow breath, some of her scents abating to as close to 'normal' levels as her muddled physioology allows.

The hug was meant for Seyardu's benefit... not hers.

But... she takes comfort from it in turn, regardless.

"If'n ya wanna get some'off yer chest, yeah. Gotta be a place I don't go, though." Her arms loosen and she draws back to look to Seyardu's face, "It'll make sense when this's all done. Got places yer comfortable?"

The hug was a benefit for Seyardu. It was sorely needed, and welcome, a reassurance after last time. She was in no rush to leave it, and she could hold a conversation just fine for the moment.

At the strange options of locations, Seyardu tilts her head slightly, silver scales brushing against the silvery hair. "There are, a few places. The river, the gardens, a few other places. I would, I would like to talk still."

Braelnoir considers them, then, "Mebbe the river. Had bad times out that way, not expected out there." she affirms. A slow sigh, then she gives a little cock of her head and her eyebrow perks, "Sound good?"

"The north is better for me, less bad memories." Seyardu suggests, but then she sighs. "But maybe that means the south would be better? This one, have you eaten recently? I could get some food for you, judging by the coffee, you have been here some time." She continues after a glance to the desk.

The silverscale sighs. "That does sound good though, Braelnoir. And, thank you. I was worried, I would not get to hug you again."

"Trail rations since th'fight." Brae replies with a shrug, then circles back to the rest, "Either should do, it's more ta avoid my hangout spots than yers."

There's another look to the books an', "We can get up outta here in a sec. Just gotta put all'is back."

There's some pause after that, and she sidelongs a question to Seyardu, "Ya sure I'm... worth th'carin', luv?"

The question made Seyardu pause to think about. But not for very long, as she gave the korite another squeeze, patting the back of her head before she pulls away with a smile.

"Of course I do, Brae." Is the followup after the answer of actions. "I will pick up some food to eat after we have taken these books back to avoid the ire of the librarian. And then, I will meet you there, Brae."

With that she takes her books back up, and a few of Braelnoir's which she knew the locations of.

Braelnoir seems slightly bewildered by that response, but only for a moment or two, then she nods, "A'ight, luv, sounds good, thank you."

She tucks her papers into some of her larger bandolier packs, then ventures into the aisles to set the books back where they belong.

In short order, the Korite is returning to her table to take up and shoulder her morbid killing tool to make for their rendeavous.

Seyardu was slow to return the books, but she had less, so it evened out with Braelnoir, and she returned to the table before the korite left. "The north riverbank, then." Seyardu says with another smile, and another hug, before she departs from the library to prepare.

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==2020 Logs==
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|January 03, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 6]]
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|January 4, 2020
|[[I've Had Enough]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Clay]], [[Quilani]], [[Garakos]], [[Acedia]]
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|January 06, 2020
|[[Tiny Fish Thief]]
|[[Aria]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shin]], [[Quilani]]
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|[[The Brothers Irla]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Klaus]], [[Shin]]
|-
|
|[[I've Had Enough, Part 2]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Quilani]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|January 07, 2020
|[[The Wisdom of Tea]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 08, 2020
|[[In which there is curry]]
|[[Geir]], [[Kaj]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Questioning Menel]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|January 09, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 10, 2020
|[[Mission for Fish]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|January 11, 2020
|[[In which there is resolve to help]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Iskanadar]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 12, 2020
|[[The Taste Forgotten]]
|[[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[The Gourmand: Brain Soup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Herne]], [[Kaydin]], [[Lillianath]], [[Stena]], [[Davienne]] (GM)
|-
|January 13, 2020
|[[Amoxtli (Part 2)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Gregor]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|January 14, 2020
|[[Don't Be Afraid]]
|[[Atleti]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Menel]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Aftermath of Madness]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Names and Meanings]]
|[[Menel]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 15, 2020
|[[Day at the Fair]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Assumptions]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Bennet]], [[Etan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Garden of Thought]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Karasu]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kerbasi]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|
|[[Bills Come Due]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyin]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Shizin]], [[Volund]]
|-
|January 16, 2020
|[[Slippery Slope]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 3]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]], [[Olek]]
|-
|January 20, 2020
|[[Say my Name]]
|[[Azog]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Skribbles]], [[Volund]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|January 21, 2020
|[[Cryo 1, arrival Alexandria]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Gregor]]
|-
|January 22, 2020
|[[Cryo 2, Rain on Redridge]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Munch]], [[Arngrim]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 5)]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|January 23, 2020
|[[Star Warrior]]
|[[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Xasany]], [[Garrett]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man Part 5]]
|[[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]] (DM: Whirlpool)
|-
|January 24, 2020
|[[Ancient Spark]]
|[[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Darkness and Dragons Oh My!]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Razen]], [[Toha]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|
|[[Fireside Soup]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Burai]], [[Tenoc]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Kaydin]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|January 25, 2020
|[[Fairy Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Lower Market Meetings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Murder]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ignis]], [[Iskandar]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 7]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
|-
|January 26, 2020
|[[Tails and Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|January 27, 2020
|[[Vardaman Alcolve]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Messy Market]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Stirling]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 28, 2020
|[[Fireside Tails]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Live and Let Die]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Asmli]], [[Ezil]], [[Elyanna]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|January 29, 2020
|[[Innocence Lost]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Iuitl]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Punching]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Wayward Discussions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 30, 2020
|[[A hand or two]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dancing Sights]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Night]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Strike]]
|-
|January 31, 2020
|[[Questioning Zak]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Clutching Mother]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Caste Ceremony]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2020
|[[Ice Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Caim]]
|-
|February 2, 2020
|[[Snowball Colosseum]]
|[[Azog]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Choler]], [[Caim]]
|-
|February 3, 2020
|[[In which they share the past]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Skeletal Ship]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
|-
|February 4, 2020
|[[Pride of Silvermoon]]
|[[Duncan]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Toha]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Hunting Humans]]
|[[Wyniko]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 5, 2020
|[[Learning Never Ends]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Redridge Fishing]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 6, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 6]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams and Dinner]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 7, 2020
|[[How many casts does it take?]]
|[[Merek]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 8]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
|-
|
|[[Good cup, Bad cup]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, part 1]]
|[[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 8, 2020
|[[Eel Soup]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tarragon]], [[Caim]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|
|[[Unlocked Mind]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Garrett]]
|-
|February 9, 2020
|[[Sandskipper Shanghai]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Asmli]], [[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Fire]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Hubert]], [[Durgash]], [[Felicia]]
|-
|February 10, 2020
|[[Hand of Ardtan]]
|[[Nels]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Drumming]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Arisha]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 11, 2020
|[[Demons Over Easy]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 12, 2020
|[[Goblin Gathering]]
|[[Murder]], [[Namira]], [[Azog]], [[Munch]], [[Garrett]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 13, 2020
|[[A Midwinter Day's Play]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mae]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 7]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|February 14, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 9]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Community Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Serraphine]], [[Mel]], [[Shin]], [[Acedia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Nasirri]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, partial 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]]
|-
|February 15, 2020
|[[White Glove Treatment]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Durgash]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Crowbite Company]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Durgash]], [[Namira]]
|-
|February 16, 2020
|[[Snow Proposal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shagara]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Steel-Belting]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|February 17, 2020
|[[Ashlee to Ashes]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|February 18, 2020
|[[Speaker Dance]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Wyniko]]
|-
|
|[[Fernwood Conversations]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Amythyst]], [[Iskandar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 19, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 8]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|February 20, 2020
|[[At the Hall of the Mountain Mage]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Don't Pay the Ferryman]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are Better Kept Within]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 21, 2020
|[[Rock the World]]
|[[Azog]], [[Murder]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Felicia]], [[Merek]], [[Jedrek]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shin]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hold my Beer]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 22, 2020
|[[Market Day]]
|[[Azog]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Mae]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Toshsio]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|February 23, 2020
|[[Head's Up]]
|[[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|February 24, 2020
|[[Marvelous Secrets and Marvelous Toys]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Vardo and the Pool]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Arynne]], [[Merek]], [[Wyniko]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 25, 2020
|[[That which follows you]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Etan]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Amythyst]], [[Halani]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]]
|-
|February 26, 2020
|[[Iron Booking]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Songs at Starlight]]
|[[Shara]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 27, 2020
|[[Red Velvet Cake]]
|[[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|
|[[Better down where it's Wetter]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|February 28, 2020
|[[Clothing and Red Capes]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Poc]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|February 29, 2020
|[[Bread and Ancestors]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[Hard Lessons]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Poc]], [[Selia]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 2, 2020
|[[Youngling at Heart]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Unfaithful of Taara]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot off the Punches]]
|[[Chay]], [[Zeke]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Whip Wiles]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]], [[Nels]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Blood and Vodka]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Honesty Is the Best Policy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 3, 2020
|[[The Revolution Begins]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Worg]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Felicia]], [[Nels]]
|-
|March 4, 2020
|[[Wing Things]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Aya]], [[Nels]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Deanna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Garrett]], [[Aodhan]]
|-
|March 5, 2020
|[[Poc goes to Goblintown]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]], [[Acedia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Poc]], [[Shym'r]], [[Aodhan]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[Humanufacted Nethercite]]
|[[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Daechir]], [[Zant]], [[Zapolklnex]] as GM
|-
|March 6, 2020
|[[Ghosts and Ancestors in the Library]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]]
|-
|March 7, 2020
|[[Fears by Firelight]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Can you dig it?]]
|[[Hubert]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Nels]], [[Bruhai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Goblin Guards Gone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Nels]], [[Poc]], [[Shin]]
|-
|March 8, 2020
|[[Despair and Ale]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elleandra]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Schlocky Terror Magic Show]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Elleandra]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 9, 2020
|[[Marks that Made Us]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns!]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]]
|-
| March 10, 2020
|[[Resilience]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Nels]], [[Stirling]]
|-
| March 11, 2020
|[[Survival and Prosperity]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
| March 12, 2020
|[[The Revolution is questioned]]
|[[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Khazad Komfort Fhood]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 10]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
| March 13, 2020
|[[A suspicious treasure map]]
|[[Poc]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Glowing Lake]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Lawson]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 11]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
| March 14, 2020
|[[Practice Cake]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Nels]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
| March 15, 2020
|[[A Matter of Taste - In the Dryad's Grove]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|
|[[Bandit Turnover]]
|[[Nels]], [[Lysos]], [[Skribbles]], [[Edinaz]], [[Poc]]
|-
| March 16, 2020
|[[Two Corpses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]]
|-
|
|[[Two Graves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Rough Research in the Library]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
| March 17, 2020
|[[Veggie Delight]]
|[[Strike]], [[Nels]], [[Burai]], [[Ezil]],[[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 18, 2020
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 19, 2020
|[[Hermit Rescue]]
|[[Skribbles]], [[Klaus]], [[Caranthir]], [[Hubert]],[[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Calzone]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Konstance]], [[Sasha]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Nels]], [[Etan]], [[Konstance]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|March 20, 2020
|[[Like a Good Comrade]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 12]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hedozu: Dangerous Fugitive]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Foxx]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 21, 2020
|[[Gearing Up Part 1]]
|[[Mel]], [[Tarragon]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sargon]] (DM: Seldan)
|-
|
|[[Death of the Winter King]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Krom]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Byvinodr]]
|-
|March 22, 2020
|[[Wood and Sandwiches]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Vampires of Veyshan]]
|[[Merek]], [[Arynne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|March 23, 2020
|[[Shallow Heart]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]], [[Azog]], [[Lysos]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|March 24, 2020
|[[Rent and Repair]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Dorne]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt2]]
|[[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]]
|-
|March 25, 2020
|[[Catching Kami]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 14)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|
|[[Water Spider]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|March 26, 2020
|[[Wiser Eyes Please]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]], [[Asmli]], [[Un'eth]], [[Azog]], [[Aetheras]], [[Elleandra]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Konstance]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|March 27, 2020
|[[In which there is nearly a fight]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Strike]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mere Ember]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 13]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|March 28, 2020
|[[You look terrible]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Flicker of Memory]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zant]], [[Strike]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 29, 2020
|[[My Cihuaa]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Good Intentions]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Etan]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Shilde]], [[Elleandra]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|March 30, 2020
|[[White-Flower, You are Here. Now]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Revolution is Delayed]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Konstance]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Follow the Priest]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Sasa]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|March 31, 2020
|[[Casting and listening]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Helplessness]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[You Don't Belong Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Knight to Catch Up]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Kaiju Hunt!]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2020
|[[Are we still friends?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 2, 2020
|[[A Message from your Mother]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lanier]], [[Seldan]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 11]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 3, 2020
|[[Kaiju Hunt! Part 2 - finale]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 4, 2020
|[[In the Market for Murder]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lanier]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|
|[[Same Sad Song]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Murdering Menel, take two]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 5, 2020
|[[Concerning Oozes and Weddings]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Price of Progress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidan]], [[Zant]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[What Else Do You Know?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|April 6, 2020
|[[Follow the Priest (Part 2)]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[What shall we do with a broken bloodline]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halanaestra]], [[Karasu]], [[Darius]], [[Zant]], [[Acedia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Let's Go]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cyrosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[No Gifts!]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 7, 2020
|[[Death is the Beginning]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Farewell Fernwood]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 2)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2020
|[[Schrodinger's Letter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Konstance]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 9, 2020
|[[Fae Spring Break]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Zant]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Nice Night For Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Konstance]], [[Zant]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 12]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 10, 2020
|[[What Should I Feel]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Knocking Sense]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 11, 2020
|[[Calamari Calamity]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 12, 2020
|[[Out in the Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Epic Library Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Full Moon's Light]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Pelka]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 13, 2020
|[[Quick Beat]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[For The Love Of]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|April 14, 2020
|[[Pushing It]]
|[[Choler]], [[Asmli]]
|-
|
|[[Dated References]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 3)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 15, 2020
|[[House Guest]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[True Death]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Coconut Spider]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Burai]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 16)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|April 16, 2020
|[[You Are Cordially Invited]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 13]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|April 17, 2020
|[[Only the End]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 18, 2020
|[[I Will Move The Heavens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Storm's Edge]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|April 19, 2020
|[[What Lies Beneath]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Elleandra]], [[Halani]], [[Jasper]], [[Murder]], [[Merek]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 4)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 20, 2020
|[[Do The Gods Answer?]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 21, 2020
|[[Let it all out]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 22, 2020
|[[In which there are Questions and Answers]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Gareth]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Fungal Roots]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Jozi]], [[Sabina]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|April 23, 2020
|[[Cold Comfort]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness (Part 2)]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 24, 2020
|[[Monsters of a Feather]]
|[[Elena]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Crossroads of Confusion]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 25, 2020
|[[Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Mortals]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Arrivals]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Ghost of a Clue]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 26, 2020
|[[Healing around the Temples]]
|[[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Elleandra]], [[Toha]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Elly's Wedding Dress]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garrett]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fa7an]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 27, 2020
|[[Yet the Soul Obeys]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Aftershock|Carissa Padaryn]]
|-
|April 28, 2020
|[[Sisterlizzy Advice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Sweet Dreams Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Where We Dare Not Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 29, 2020
|[[Conversations over Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lysos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Become as You Are]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|April 30, 2020
|[[In the Market for Souls]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Darius]], [[Kira]], [[Kravar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Moving in with Mikilos]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 14]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2020
|[[Given the Boots]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Along Came a Sith]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 2, 2020
|[[Shadows and Sunlight]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[The Monk Who Sold His Fireball]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Shadow Rises In The East]]
|[[Verna]], [[Karasu]], [[Elena]], [[Asmli]], [[Lysos]], [[Pelka]], [[Darius]]
|-
|May 3, 2020
|[[Down in Goblintown]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Garak]], [[Ashes]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Track Down This Murderer]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Malik]], [[Jasper]], [[Quilani]], [[Serene]], [[Auranar]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Konstance]], [[Elleandra]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|May 4, 2020
|[[See No Evil]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 19)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|May 5, 2020
|[[Living Dead Girl]]
|[[Verna]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Metal Gobber]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 6, 2020
|[[Everything I Do]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Snack talk]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt4]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 7, 2020
|[[Snack talk (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 15]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Getting to Know You]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[So Many Oozes, So Little Time]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Halani]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 8, 2020
|[[In the Shadows of Salina]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|May 9, 2020
|[[Bearding the Demon]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Lanier]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2020
|[[Preparing for Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Endless Winter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 12, 2020
|[[Snack Talk (part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Elena]], [[Bannon]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt5]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 13, 2020
|[[Endless Winter (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners (Part 2)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 14, 2020
|[[Springtime Thaw]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Around the Fountain]]
|[[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]]
|-
|May 15, 2020
|[[Sudden Cold Snap]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome House Guest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt3]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 16, 2020
|[[Wash Maids]]
|[[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[In between Answers and Argument]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Snack Talk (part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Elena]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Security Upgrade]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 17, 2020
|[[Only Time]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Rocky Returns]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Friends Family Forgiveness]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 18, 2020
|[[Lakeside Chat]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 19, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 20, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 2)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|
|[[The Search Resumes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie??]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Rocky]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 22, 2020
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt4]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 23, 2020
|[[Proposal]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 24, 2020
|[[Waiting for Zeke]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aya]], [[Garrett]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|May 25, 2020
|[[The Hunters Return]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Sandy Fails to Punch Someone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Zeke]], [[Sandy]], [[Ronin]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 26, 2020
|[[Settling slander]]
|[[Ronin]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[In which she still lives]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt6]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|May 27, 2020
|[[(Mostly) Girl Talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 3)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 28, 2020
|[[Ezil Returns]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 16]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 29, 2020
|[[In Search of Stories]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[In which there's something inside]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt5]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 30, 2020
|[[Run Away]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Verna]], [[Toha]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 31, 2020
|[[OK... New Plan]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Hunting]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dark Market]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2020
|[[Talking Back]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt2]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 02, 2020
|[[New Around Here]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Hate to Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underwater]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt7]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|June 03, 2020
|[[Counting Corpses]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Biting the Hand]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Why?]]
|[[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|June 04, 2020
|[[Flayed Man 17|The Flayed Man, Part 17]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Whirlpool|Whirlpool as ST]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part two)]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Goblintown Cleanse]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Ashes]], [[Toha]]
|-
|June 06, 2020
|[[Golem Party]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Toha]], [[Victor]]
|-
|June 07, 2020
|[[Back to Silvermoon]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 08, 2020
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt3]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 09, 2020
|[[Box of Wine]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2020
|[[The Healing Touch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 12, 2020
|[[Picking Daisies]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Jozi]], [[Linwen]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 13, 2020
|[[Divine Interference]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Kira]], [[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Hugs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 15, 2020
|[[Unboxing it All]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|June 16, 2020
|[[Moot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt8]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|
|[[Not in the Cards]]
|[[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Cogswallow and Tibbins]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 17, 2020
|[[The Olavi Device]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Halani]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Darius]]
|-
|
|[[Reflections]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Lapgaggle Artistry]]
|[[Aya]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 18, 2020
|[[Awaiting a Cure]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 18]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest-Mother to the Stars]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 19, 2020
|[[Build a Seldan]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt6]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|June 20, 2020
|[[The Dragonfather]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Bannon]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 21, 2020
|[[Orcupines, Part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 22, 2020
|[[Prayers Answered]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Encore]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt4]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 23, 2020
|[[Prophecy of Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Linwen]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Brightscales, the Dreaming Dragon]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Encore (Part 2)]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The World Wyrm]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|June 24, 2020
|[[The Mountain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Murder]]
|-
|June 25, 2020
|[[Blacksmith Down]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Orcupines, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 19]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|June 27, 2020
|[[Immovable Objects]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Lanier]], [[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Urgent Adventurer Business]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 28, 2020
|[[Cherry Icicle]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In which there is a private talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Looking Glass]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 29, 2020
|[[Am I the Baddie?? - finale!]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 30, 2020
|[[Reflecting on the Waves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Have to Go]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Morgan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2020
|[[Mikilos in Alexandria]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Katsuro]]
|-
|July 02, 2020
|[[The Warrior and the Vardaman]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 20]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 03, 2020
|[[Return to Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt7]] - finale!
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Elena]]
|-
|July 04, 2020
|[[Froggies!]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Poc]], [[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 05, 2020
|[[Troubled Lands]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 06, 2020
|[[De Inferno Liberabis]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Noise Complaint]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Smuldur]], [[Wu]], [[Lysos]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Lynn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 07, 2020
|[[Drink Me]]
|[[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Locien]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|July 09, 2020
|[[I Remember Hatching]]
|[[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 10, 2020
|[[Mapping the Corruption]]
|[[Armnar]], [[Tommy]], [[Asmli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 11, 2020
|[[Haunted by Demons]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 12, 2020
|[[River Cookout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Zayn]], [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 15, 2020
|[[Frabjous Day]]
|[[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 4]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 16, 2020
|[[Slient Running]]
|[[Locien]], [[Armnar]], [[Nels]], [[Rocky]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man, part 27]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 17, 2020
|[https://pastebin.com/2ArvWxis The Hidden Temple]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Freeze]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits and Allies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Un'eth]], [[Burai]], [[Morgan]] (cameo), [[Venom]]
|-
|July 19, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 1]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Jaen]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 20, 2020
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 5]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 21, 2020
|[[Underfed Returns! pt9]] - the finale!!
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|July 22, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 23, 2020
|[[Toll Terror, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Locien]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 21]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 24, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 26, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 27, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 1]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|July 28, 2020
|[[Lower Marketplace Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Morgan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Toll Terror, part 2]]
|[[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 29, 2020
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 30, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Ox Boxing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|July 31, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 22]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 02, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Vermin Species]]
|[[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2020
|[[To Seek A Shelter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Charmed I'm Sure]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|August 4, 2020
|[[Entomology 101]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 5, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Joro]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 2)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 6, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 1]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|August 8, 2020
|[[A Day at the Beach]]
|[[Reva]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Celeste]]
|-
|August 9, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 23]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 10, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 3]]
|[[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|August 11, 2020
|[[Just Camping]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Morgan]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[Missing Pieces]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], Kamaria
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 12, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Irshya]], [[Burai]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 3)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 13, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|August 16, 2020
|[[Tanning Her Hide]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Hugging]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Glasha]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Last of the Summer Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 17, 2020
|[[Mist Fortune]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 4]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|August 18, 2020
|[[The Druid has Flown]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rumbo]], [[Glasha]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Strike]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|
|[[A Raptor and a Writing Desk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 19, 2020
|[[Well-Forged and Goblin-Free]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Glasha]], [[Aetheras]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 20, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 21, 2020
|[[Meet Little Fang]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 22, 2020
|[[Encroaching]]
|[[Wu]], [[Orenthal]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 23, 2020
|[[A Basket Full of Joy]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Can Full of Opener]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Disaster]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Home to Roost]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 24, 2020
|[[A Mockup Arm]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 25, 2020
|[[Loan me your eyes]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Glasha]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|August 26, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 27, 2020
|[[Rat and Sandwich]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 6]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|August 28, 2020
|[[Cave Invasion]]
|[[Tae]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 24]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 29, 2020
|[[Arresting the Ogres]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Ashes]], [[Nels]], [[Delilah]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 30, 2020
|[[A Walk in the Park]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 3]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|August 31, 2020
|[[Mean and Green, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2020
|[[Terror of the Roses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Selia]]
|-
|
|[[The Ressurectionists Speak]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]], [[Soup]], [[Aya]], [[Wilhelm]], [[Victor]], [[Tae]], [[Stjepan]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|September 2, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]]
|-
|September 3, 2020
|[[Graven Beauty]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe Grand Opening]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Merek]], [[Reva]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ygraine]], [[Gadget]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 4, 2020
|[[Workshop of Despair]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[A Nightcap at the Wayfarer's Inn]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|September 5, 2020
|[[I Will Do Anything for Coin]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Goldfish Shoals]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Ascension in Light and Darkness]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 6, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 4]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Tenoc]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Nels]], [[Josselyn]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 7, 2020
|[[Glitter Gnome]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 8, 2020
|[[A Little Incense]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 9, 2020
|[[A Metaphysical Tellurian Deep Clean]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Glasha]], [[Sandy]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|September 10, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 11, 2020
|[[In the Pools]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[In the Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 12, 2020
|[[Harmonica]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, Part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 14, 2020
|[[Goblin's Night Out]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Nels]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Tae]]
|-
|September 16, 2020
|[[Attonement]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Switchin' in the Kitchen]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Aya]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vespasian]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots are made for Ghosts]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Selia]]
|-
|September 18, 2020
|[[The Mighty Hunter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|September 19, 2020
|[[The Blar Witch Project]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Verna]], [[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Almost Dead Poets Society]]
|[[Ashes]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]], [[Edinaz]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 20, 2020
|[[A Message from Taara]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 21, 2020
|[[Recovering from the Message]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Emissary of the Empress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Geir]]
|-
|September 22, 2020
|[[Skittering Death]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|September 23, 2020
|[[Knight, Interupted]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Artificer Pick-Ups]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Smythly]], [[Aya]], [[Aria]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Would you be young again?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Soup]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|September 24, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|September 25, 2020
|[[Home for a Think]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 26, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 27, 2020
|[[Of Cruelty and Kindness]]
|[[Alba]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Call to Dinner]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[You're Under Arrest]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 28, 2020
|[[Smoking Barrels]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Green Cheese and Quail]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Senile Delivery]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Zelany]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, epilogue]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]]
|-
|September 29, 2020
|[[You Can't Handle the Tooth]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Mercy]], [[Wu]]
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting The First]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]] (DM: Whirlpool)
|-
|October 4, 2020
|[[Under Pressure]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 5, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 2 ]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 6, 2020
|[[Meeting at Ma Rosie's]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 7, 2020
|[[What Did Your Paladin Eyes See?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|October 8, 2020
|[[Scribers of the Storm]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots Are Made For... something]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Rumbo]], [[Ashes]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tenoc]], [[Soup]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[The Gilded Seahorse]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|October 9, 2020
|[[The Grabby Hands Grab all they Can]]
|[[Wu]], [[Katsuro]], [[Tenoc]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|October 11, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 1]]
|[[Venom]], [[Gregor]], [[Aimarra]], [[Gadget]], [[Shilde]], [[Imane]]
|-
|October 12, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 2]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Tenoc]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Vespasian]], [[Disaster]]
|-
|
|[[Timely Intervention, part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Magnus]]
|-
|October 14, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 3]]
|[[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Lucy]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|October 15, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Morgan]], [[Gregor]], [[Kira]], [[Molly]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Darius]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|October 18, 2020
|[[Comparing Notes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Silmeria]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 19, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mercy]], [[Nels]], [[Rumbo]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 20, 2020
|[[Hold the Oil]]
|[[Darius]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Case Review]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Animus Musings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|October 21, 2020
|[[The Other Girls]]
|[[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|October 22, 2020
|[[Hot to Shot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 2]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Exit Wounds]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 23, 2020
|[[Cold Trail]]
|[[Tae]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|October 25, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 6]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Jaen]], [[Strike]], [[Geir]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|October 26, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 28, 2020
|[[Ill Met in the Market]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Molly]], [[Rumbo]], [[Sabina]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|October 29, 2020
|[[Lily's First Flight]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Xasany]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Not Cat for Dinner]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2020
|[[In which there is an Erector Set]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[In which worms and horses are discussed]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|November 2, 2020
|[[Lizards playing Rugby]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 3, 2020
|[[A mask, a scone, and a slice of orange]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|November 4, 2020
|[[Faranmermaidahn]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Aya]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 5, 2020
|[[Wooden Masks and Iron Women]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[There Are No Rats in the Cellar]]
|[[Celeste]], [[Imane]], [[Venom]], [[Wu]]
|-
|November 6, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 3]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Lizard Earring, Golem and Wine]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Toha]], [[Tae]]
|-
|November 7, 2020
|[[After Vespers before Compline]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Imane]], [[Ashes]], [[Arsia]], [[Wu]], [[Quilani]]
|-
|
|[[An Ill Chill Wind]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|November 8, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|November 9, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 10, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 3]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 11, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 12, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 14, 2020
|[[Lily flies a Kite]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Un'eth]], [[Imane]]
|-
|November 15, 2020
|[[Sunday Social Fight Night]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Pasithea]], [[Iuitl]], [[Morgan]], [[Edinaz]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|November 16, 2020
|[[An Offer You Can Refuse]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 9]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 17, 2020
|[[What the Wind Blows In]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 2]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 18, 2020
|[[Colosseum Wrestling Wednesday]]
|[[Venom]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 19, 2020
|[[Sports Festival]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|November 20, 2020
|[[Man in a Bottle]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jaen]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 21, 2020
|[[The Relative Danger of Gnomes]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[I want everyone to be happy]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|November 22, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS]]
|[[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|November 23, 2020
|[[Welcome Silence]]
|[[Geir]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 10]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 24, 2020
|[[Hunter's Market]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Sjach]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt3]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 25, 2020
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Tiasa]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|November 27, 2020
|[[Tomes, Masks and Kobold Bowling]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|November 28, 2020
|[[Arcane Signets and Snapdragon Fireworks]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Thurid]], [[Tawyse]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]], [[Havi]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 29, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1st. 2020
|[[Warming up in the Tarrace]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 4]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 2nd. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|December 3rd. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Waywalkers visit the Tarrace]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|December 4th. 2020
|[[Fortuitous Goblintown Meeting]]
|[[Culix]], [[Merek]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[A trajic romance in Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier pt 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Iuitl]], [[Rhar]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 5th. 2020
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Havi]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|December 6th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]]
|-
|December 7th. 2020
|[[Clockwork Catastrophy]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Havi]], [[Choler]], [[Glasha]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|December 8th, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 11]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|December 9th, 2020
|[[Two Knights in the Soup]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 10th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 11]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 6]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 11th. 2020
|[[Peacocks in the Lower Market]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 13th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 1]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Vance]], [[Thurid]], [[Shaelthiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 14th. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Vance]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 12]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 15th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 2]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Knights at Night]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 16th. 2020
|[[Snow Knights]]
|[[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|December 17th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 12]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Caldera Saute, part 3]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 7]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 19th. 2020
|[[DEVA - Seldan's Inquest]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Resurectionists roasting on an Open Fire]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Thorn]], [[Pasithea]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|December 20th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|December 21st. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 3]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 13]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|December 22nd. 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt6]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 23rd. 2020
|[[We Wish you a Murdery Korsmas]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Durrankar]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|December 24th. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 8]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|December 26th. 2020
|[[Mangoes and Bacon]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tenoc]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 27th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 5]]
|[[Havi]], [[Morgan]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 29th, 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 7]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 30th, 2020
|[[Outta touch Outta time]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 31th, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 9]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|}
==2021 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 01, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|January 02, 2021
|[[The Witch of Felwood]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Thorn]], [[Aimarra]], [[Alba]]
|-
|January 03, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Sasha]], [[Brand]], [[Havi]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 04, 2021
|[[DEVA AF - War Crimes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 1]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 05, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah Pt 8]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[A Sticky Kiss]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|January 06, 2021
|[[Sausages on Top]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[Weather Downcast]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]]
|-
|January 07, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Knightmare]], [[Brand]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Fernwood]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 10]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Girl Talk]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|January 09, 2021
|[[The Laughing Dog and No One]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]], [[Brand]], [[Culix]]
|-
|January 10, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 7]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Brand]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|
|[[OOC Town Hall, System Announcement]]
|Logger: Landslide
|-
|January 12, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 9]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 13, 2021
|[[Clot Busting Part 1]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|January 14, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 1)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Pasithea]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|January 17, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Rocky]], [[Tenoc]], [[Geir]]
|-
|January 18, 2021
|[[Griva, Guess what we found?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 19, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Brand]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 10]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|January 20, 2021
|[[Clot Busters, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 1]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Soup]], Manny
|-
|January 21, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Hades]]
|-
|January 22, 2021
|[[Charming Staff and Catching Up]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|January 23, 2021
|[[Battle and Honour are Difficult Lovers]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 24, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|January 25, 2021
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 3]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 26, 2021
|[[Not So Itsy Bitsy]]
|[[Verasyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Venom]], [[Stena]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 11]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 27, 2021
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Smythly]], [[Paenitia]], Manny, Bertelemi, Yaerhiel, Mirielda, Alaziel, Tenzacatetl, Urag, Yowyss
|-
|January 28, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tennoc]]
|-
|January 29, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 2)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Ill Met in the Gardens]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Ebonne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|January 30, 2021
|[[The Hook and the Harpoon]]
|[[Ebonne]], [[Sandy]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[Hades]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 31, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 8]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ebonne]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 01, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 14]]
|[[Merek]], [[Boshter]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]]
|-
|February 02, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Alexander]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Request]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Nasrin]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], [[Hades]]
|-
|Febuary 03, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 04, 2021
|[[Who is this Man?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Sophia]], [[Cesran]], [[Caim]]
|-
|Febuary 05, 2021
|[[Traveller's Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 3)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|Febuary 08, 2021
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 1]]
|[[Sark]], [[Pelka]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 2]]
|[[Hades]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 3]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Glasha]], [[Hades]], [[Pelka]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 2]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Ebonne]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 15]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 09, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 12]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 10, 2021
|[[Home Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|Febuary 11, 2021
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 1]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|Febuary 14, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 9]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Wedding in Veyshan, part 1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|Febuary 15, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 3]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[Giggles the Gnoll]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Febuary 16, 2021
|[[Fernwood Organ Tuning]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 13]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 17, 2021
|[[Look Upon my Works]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 18, 2021
|[[Execution Day]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]], [[Craft]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 10]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 22, 2021
|[[Meeting Mahuikaa]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 4]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 23, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 14]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 24, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 1]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Carver]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|Febuary 26, 2021
|[[Wild Information]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|Febuary 28, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 11]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 01, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 2]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[A Great Many Pieces]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 5]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|March 03, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 1]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 07, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 12]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Seldan]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 08, 2021
|[[Waylaid, Part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Be at Peace]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 10, 2021
|[[Fallon's Findings]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Fallon]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|March 11, 2021
|[[Were you There?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Rigby]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[You're Free to Go]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 14, 2021
|[[Deadly Delicacies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Eyes of the Pursuer]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Jozi]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 15, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 2]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[In to the Grey Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 16, 2021
|[[Ill Met in the Fernwood]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Isilme]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|March 17, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Tarr-RARR-Racy]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Venom]], [[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|March 18, 2021
|[[A Whip and Chains]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 20, 2021
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting the Fourth ]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Fallon]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Molly]], [[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Skribbles]], [[Imane]]
|-
|March 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 13]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[RENEW THE PACT]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fallon]], [[Sophia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]] [[Silmeria]], [[Seldan]], [[Cesran]], [[Skribbles]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 22, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Animus Egg]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[A Psychopomp in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 24, 2021
|[[The Golden Calf]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A cat, a crossbow, a sword and a Shard]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 25, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|March 26, 2021
|[[Grauthis the Griever]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Sophia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 28, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|March 29, 2021
|[[Just a Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The Octopus Magus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 30, 2021
|[[Baz's first Bath-Day!]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[How Well do you Know Someone?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Silmeria]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 31, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 4]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Food for Thought]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 3, 2021
|[[Delicate White Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 4, 2021
|[[You're Not Staff]]
|[[Culix]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 5, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 5]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Nibbled to Death by Ducks]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 6, 2021
|[[Cysts on the Ley Lines]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Knightmare]], [[Fallon]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]], Griva (NPC)
|-
|April 7, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 6]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 9, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asummit, Aby'ssa and Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aryia]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 12, 2021
|[[On the Threshold of Death]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 15, 2021
|[[The Story of Sufri'gan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|April 16, 2021
|[[Rotten Rodents]]
|[[Ravendar]], [[Katsuro]], [[Imane]], [[Paenitia]], [[Torsten]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|April 18, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 19, 2021
|[[Night Sparring]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 20, 2021
|[[Handle with Care]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Jozi]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|April 21, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 23, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 25, 2021
|[[Monsters]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Althean Charity Work]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|April 26, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Debriefing the Dead]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|April 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|April 28, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 7]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Kickball and Catching Up]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Liadra]], [[Stjepan]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|April 29, 2021
|[[Renewing the Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]], [[Icarus]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 30, 2021
|[[Road Rawrrriors]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 1]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 3, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire before the Storm]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 4, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 2]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p1]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 5, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 6, 2021
|[[Pulling Stitches]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 7, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 10, 2021
|[[Infestation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Shopping List of the Dead]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The City of Alexandria vs Merek]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|May 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 4]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 12, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 13, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Love Potion Number WHAT?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Jedrek]]
|-
|May 14, 2021
|[[It's Just a Game]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Venom]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 15, 2021
|[[Band Name Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 16, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 8]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 17, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Three Rocks at the Statue]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 18, 2021
|[[The Order of the Alabaster Animal]]
|[[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[No Accounting for Milk]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 19, 2021
|[[Swapping Stories]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 20, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 21, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 9]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 24, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[The Colour of Snow]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 25, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 26, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, epilogue]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 27, 2021
|[[Spinning a Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome to my Parlour]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 28, 2021
|[[Future Heirloom Weapons]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|
|[[Where there's a whip]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 30, 2021
|[[Gauntlets Under Moonlight]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 31, 2021
|[[Crossing that Bridge]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 2, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 9, the End]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|June 3, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|June 4, 2021
|[[Wrestling for Angoron]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 5, 2021
|[[At Mithrala Merchandise with Morgan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Shrieking 'Shroom Seaks]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 6, 2021
|[[Bye Bye By-Catch]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 7, 2021
|[[Oh My Goatess]]
|[[Baolei]], [[Aryia]], [[Knightmare]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Legacy of Oversight]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Polishing the People Skills]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 9, 2021
|[[Cold Iron Knuckles]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 1]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 10, 2021
|[[Seafront Spectacle]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Researching Funeral Rites]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 3]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 12, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 13, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 14, 2021
|[[Perchance to Fish]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Pick up the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 15, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 16, 2021
|[[Crossing the Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Chance to Fish]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 17, 2021
|[[Lily's War]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 18, 2021
|[[The Taara goes Mooo]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aerith]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 19, 2021
|[[The TarRaCe, Baths]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe, Dinner Music]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[On the Road to Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 20, 2021
|[[Bangers and Mash]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|June 21, 2021
|[[Scars and Scales]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Where's my Vessel!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Overdue Business]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Strike]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 22, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 23, 2021
|[[Funeral for a Nar-sektoth]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 3]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner with Rocky]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 24, 2021
|[[Rain in the Gardens]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 25, 2021
|[[A Meeting of Small Minds]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Gadget]], [[Jinks]], [[Smythly ]]
|-
|
|[[The Hand of Asumit: The In-Betweens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 27, 2021
|[[Airship Adrift (PrP)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|June 28, 2021
|[[Where oh Where?]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 29, 2021
|[[The Glimmering Goldenscale]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Galidor]], [[Geir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asummit, P9]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 30, 2021
|[[Illusions and Steak]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Galidor]], [[Acedia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 6]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 3, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 1]]
|[[Landau]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|July 4, 2021
|[[The Stars are Right]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 5, 2021
|[[Safety is All in the Mind]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Katsuro]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[The Tentacle Diadem]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Night in the Lists]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lyme]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 6, 2021
|[[Lend me your Screams]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p10]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 7, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 8, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Remembering Watermelons]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 9, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 7]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 11, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Zeke is Back!]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|July 12, 2021
|[[Rescuing Jinks]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[Brutus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 13, 2021
|[[The Sleeping Sickness]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[It's What's for Dinner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Kaz]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p11]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 14, 2021
|[[Kin Reunited]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Body of Lancer Tafetha Freeshine]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 6]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 15, 2021
|[[Complex Communications]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|July 16, 2021
|[[Explainations... are too short]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[While You Were Out]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In-Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 8]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 17, 2021
|[[It Always Feels Like...]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Somebody's Watching me]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Kaz]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|July 18, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission (Part 3)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Landau]]: GM [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 19, 2021
|[[The Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Long Oddskeeper]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]]: GM [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[The Brutal Beatdown]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 20, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Secret of Understanding]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 21, 2021
|[[End with Tea]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Like a Statue]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 7]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 22, 2021
|[[Coming Clean]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Really Bad Eggs]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aimarra]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Seyardu's Sleeves]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], Lily
|-
|July 23, 2021
|[[Can't Get No Privacy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 9]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 25, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[All Eyes on Me]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 26, 2021
|[[Long Oddskeeper, Part 2]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]]
|-
|July 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p12]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 28, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 29, 2021
|[[Bad News, Good News]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], Rupi, Lily
|-
|July 30, 2021
|[[The Silvered Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bonds of Kinship]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 10]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 31, 2021
|[[In the books at the Fernwood]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|}
===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 2, 2021
|[[A table's day at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]], [[Galidor]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[What you see in the mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2021
|[[Memories of the past]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p13]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 4, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 9]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting Mei]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 5, 2021
|[[Tea Time at Mithralla Merchandise]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|August 6, 2021
|[[Help Mei]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 11]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[One Fish, Two Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Sandy]], [[Toha]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|August 7, 2021
|[[Are the neighbors watching me?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 8, 2021
|[[Between a Rockpile and a Dark Place]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Culix]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|August 9, 2021
|[[Corpse Run]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], Whirr
|-
|
|[[Ectra Returns]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Peace Brokered]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mei Too]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 10, 2021
|[[Rescue! Aimarra]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]], [[Cluix]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p14]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|
|[[A Stone-Cold Warning]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|August 11, 2021
|[[The Pieces fit Together]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Putting a Ring on It]]
|[[Paenitia]], Rupi, [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 10]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 12, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Soaking It In]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Missing a Little, but we Don't Care]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 13, 2021
|[[Down by the River]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Questions for the Ringer]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Peoples, not Food]]
|[[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Percy]], DM [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 14, 2021
|[[That Which Bleeds]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Experiencing Creative Difficulties]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Sabina]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]], [[Toha]]
|-
|August 15, 2021
|[[Do or Die (Part 1)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Do or Die (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Bond Unveiled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Everybody Hurts]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|August 16, 2021
|[[Ropes and Demons]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Aya Returns]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Imane]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Oddskeeper Interlude]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[A Reluctant Repast]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Artifice-al Difficulties]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 17, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p15]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 18, 2021
|[[Some Infernal Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Winter come to Alexandria]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Percy]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Meet Me at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Time Off]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 19, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Icebergs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering From a Cold Front]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 20, 2021
|[[The Noble Bastards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 12]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 21, 2021
|[[Day in the Wilderness]]
|[[Aya]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Slow and the Spurious]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Hammer]], [[Darius_the_Blind]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 22, 2021
|[[The Moon's Eye]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[The First Step]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 23, 2021
|[[Welcome to Maridran]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[AND STAY DOWN]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Skielstregar's Arrival]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|August 24, 2021
|[[Memories of Meridran]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mul Gathering]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[No Incognito]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p16]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 25, 2021
|[[A Nice Day for Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit Aftermath]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A, P, B's of Training]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Boaz]], [[Percy]] (DM): [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit and Aya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 26, 2021
|[[Stone to Flesh]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Percy]], [[Boaz]]
|-
|
|[[Maliscious Masquerade]]
|[[Boaz]], [[Jinks]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 27, 2021
|[[A little Exersize]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Sick]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Halani]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Drink a little Drink]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 13]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|August 28, 2021
|[[Forgotten Courtesies]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 29, 2021
|[[AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[By Your Side]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Everything Plus Bagels]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]]
|-
|August 30, 2021
|[[Drinks for Three]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Daechirlie's Angels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing Words with Sith]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mirror to Mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and the Sea]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Karelin]], Griva
|-
|August 31, 2021
|[[Uphill Both Ways]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fun Gal Farmer Problems]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Karasu]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lysos]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[NausAya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|}
===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2021
|[[Knock at Door]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and Trumpets]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Cesran]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], Griva
|-
|
|[[Duly Noted]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 2, 2021
|[[Highway to Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Mob Rules]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Knightmare]], [[Percy]], [[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Mul-tual Assurance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 3, 2021
|[[Mictlan Meetings]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Un'eth]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[A Quite Plot, A Serious Turn]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[My Intentions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Concerning Seldan]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 14]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|September 4, 2021
|[[Meanwhile...]]
|Viginettes
|-
|
|[[Unrealized Parallels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Unhappy Valley]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 5, 2021
|[[Sanctuary for Mul]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|September 6, 2021
|[[Partix Party Party]]
|[[Aya]], [[Lysos]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 7, 2021
|[[Hole in the Wall]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Share your Secrets]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[One Does Not Simply Walk Into More Doors, Part 1]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Vaera]], [[Gaerth]], [[Lysos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Bejeweled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 8, 2021
|[[Chili Cookoff]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Wu]]
|-
|September 9, 2021
|[[Bottom of the Bottle]]
|[[Wu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Throwing Shade]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Moment To Think]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 10, 2021
|[[Girls' Night Out]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Me]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Habits and Vices]]
|[[Sabina]], Rupi, [[Tenoc]], [[Vaera]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 15]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|September 11, 2021
|[[Snaggletooth]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[In Search Of... Cryosanthia]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|September 12, 2021
|[[One Breath]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[This Little Light of Mine]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[For Fern's Sake]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Merek]]
|-
|September 13, 2021
|[[Bad News All Around]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Two Blows]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Blue and Green]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Similar Scars]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[First Steps]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|September 14, 2021
|[[Three Arguments]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Mei's Tower]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garak]], [[Halani]]
|-
|September 15, 2021
|[[The Incompetent Table-Clearer's Perspective]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cesran]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[Soroital Progress]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Hollow Zeke]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[One Does Not Simply Walk Into More Doors:Part 2]]
|[[Gaerth]], [[Jinks]], [[Lyme]], [[Lysos]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|September 16, 2021
|[[Four Confessions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Castle Doctrine]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 17, 2021
|[[Korsaken Dreams]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 16]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|
|[[One Moment Out of Many]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Wringing Water]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 18, 2021
|[[Demonic Influence]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Whiskey Taters Fish]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Sabina]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[How to catch a demon]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Sabina]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 19, 2021
|[[Oblivion Oolong Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Shamans v Warrior]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Here, Have Some]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Research and Reassurances]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 20, 2021
|[[Dinner Invitation]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|}

Here, Have Some

2021-09-20T23:56:03Z

Strike:

Emblem of Ea - Sunday, September 19, 2021, 9:43 PM

Strike is enjoying a beer, and the circle of 'leave me alone' she's managed to generate, when Merek arrives and seeks to join her. As they're getting caught up, Jinks arrives seeking some rotgut to punish brain and liver all at once. Merek shares the fate of little Lily. Jinks tries to run off with the responsibility for the Demon Archduke's actions. The others give chase to try and... sort things out. Merek puts a fresh one across Jinks's face and reassures him, yes it's all his fault, but the Seer is going to go off and kill Eclavdran. Karelin arrives just in time for Jinks to depart in haste, at the same time Merek asks Strike about getting a drink together, sometime. Being already in a tavern, the half-mul invites Merek, and Karelin to her original table and orders a round. Karelin calls in food. Merek tries to pay their tabs. Karelin drifts back into his thoughts and munchies, while Merek and Strike discuss lifepaths....

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* A03: Steel von IronBrew's *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

The tavern butts up against the Arena walls--at every score, every victory, its walls shake with the often thund'rous responses of the crowd. The tavern here is large and domed, though the windows are by wisdom, bricked in, and tables nailed to the floor. Or welded. The furniture is thick and heavy. The food, though, changes every week or so to something odd, unusual, or fickle, and the small stage here is the most oft-used outside of the theatre district.

This as much as anything is the tavern's calling-card, as well as the stories told that by tradition, only become grander with the retelling. An aged half-sildanyari, her shoulders scarred as much as her face, oversees the bar and it's said she's never cracked a smile in thirty years. Her partner, a smallish gnome in Tarien's brilliant hues (and often soaked by ale-spots), appears to do most of it for her. The bar itself is carved in the shape of some serpent that Tarien is said to have tricked ages past, and stolen the secret of flight from before gifting it to the birds. It lies there, its expression surprised as though not have expecting anyone to have been half so clever.

The beer and ale are modestly priced, though what's available changes with the menu and what merchants might bring in from various parts of the world. A drink known as the "Fire Bird's Brew," a dedication to Angoron's declared love for Ceinara, is always available, however, and is the one constant. The cuisine is, as always, unique and changing, a part of the greater world.

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-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Jinks A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry. 0s 2h
Merek A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. 4m 1w
Strike A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes. 0s 19m

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Out <O>

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The place is the usual run of rambuncious, with the typical suspects in play.

Meanwhile, sitting by the fire by herself with some bruises, a couple dark puddles sprinkled with teeth, and a tankard of a dark beer, is Strike. She idly flexes and relaxes her fingers in turns, perhaps to work the kinks out after presumably busting someone's chops, but her expression is untroubled.

Merek walks along and into the place, taking the time to check on some orders while he takes the time to look around. He has on that dark attire he often does while he takes a look along from that scarf which he wears, nodding a bit to Strike. The man seems to be a bit distant, a lot more than usual with him, taking the time to walk up to the flame and will wait for that shipment. "Strike."

Jinks is as lowkey as Jinks can possibly be, dressed down to only look moderately out of place in a rough-and-tumble place like Ironbrew's. He's been sharing an out-of-the-way corner table with the youngest Swadling, Djusco, but the half-Oruch quits their conversation and the bar entirely with some other duty at hand. It leaves the gnome frustrated and disappointed, his crimson suit with bronze-stitched trim glittering as he gives up the corner seat and heads towards the barman. A whole quarter of the place smells of his lavender perfumes, a trick of the draft coming off the wall where he'd been seated.

The half-mul looks up from her thoughts at the hail from, "Merek. It's been..." Months, "a while, how are you?" Recently back after 'family business' took her from Alexandria for some time. The doings of the rest of the tavern have been largely outside her concern untill they brush up directly against her own.

Or, based on the teeth, her person.

The repackaged soul gives the place a once over, taking stock, then, "Not your usual haunt....?" she muses, while Jinks ventures toward the bar behind them.

Merek will think about it a moment, and looks then to Strike while he will nod to the woman, "Well, there was the whole, otyugh in the tree." With that, he will write a note about the shipment which is brought to him, then he will take the time to look towards the woman, "You are doing well? There's... A lot on my mind." A look then to Jinks along with a nod, while he thinks.

A place like this has a few advantages; a small handful of coins tinkles to rest on the bar in exchange for a recycled green glass bottle of rotgut. It's not the sort of thing at home in a decanter, sniffed, tasted, and spit into a bucket but it'll get you were you need to be. Jinks jumps up onto the brass rail for feet and reaches far enough to grab the neck of the bottle before bouncing off and turning away. His coat if fur-lined, a concession made for weather's sake, and his onyx-black eyes have dark, restless bags supporting them. "You're not wrong," he answers either. Both.

"Ran into Karelin here, a couple nights ago." Strike commends casually.

She shrugs, "Not a moment I felt much need to hold onto." the takes a swig of her beer.

Her dark eyes track the vector of, "Jinks" and inquires, "Are you alright?"

The flicks a glance to Merek and replies, "Doing better, thank you."

Merek looks to the drink which he is given to check, then he will take a drink from that mead, while he listens to everyone. "Karelin, he doing alright?" he asks, wondering what was probably meant by that, then he looks to Jinks. The man then will cough a little bit into a glove, blood marring upon the palm while he sighs, then he takes another drink. "Well. It's nice always to see people, and all."

Jinks pauses, considering the corner table and the empty seats around it. "I need to talk to someone. Don't want to talk to them." He tilts his head halfway through the explanation, turning then to consider Merek. He grunts as his pops the cork on the glass growler, flaring his fingers and rolling his wrists as the stopper seems to vanish into thin air. He reels a bit at the warrior's name, "Karelin. Huh." He draws from the neck, glugging as he flares his nostrils and turns to take in the room. As if expecting the fellow to manifest from thin air. He winces, choking down the drink, and furrows his brow at Merek. "When are your insides going to stop trying to jump out?" A quick cant of his chin at the bloody palm.

"I've found need and want aren't commonly aligned." Strike returns, gesturing to her table, "Still... we were comrades, maybe I can... help." she returns with a uncertain smile of optimism.

She considers Merek on his question and nods, "Much better, his... condition seems to have abated, though I'm... fuzzy on the particulars."

With a brow arched, she wonders, "How long has that cough been going on....?"

"No, it isn't going to get better. It's been like that since I was brought back," Merek will note along to the two. "It's a new body, although... There are things that even it can't manage likely. I've got enough in me for making sure that a few tasks are complete. Don't worry about me." The man looks along to Strike while he thinks about it, lifting a hand to pat the woman on the shoulder, then a nod to Jinks. "That would depend upon which. I talked to a sith for you. I know you asked me not to. While they aren't too happy with you, I think that there is a path for you forward. I would begin with Sey." The man takes a drink of mead.

Jinks stifles a rolling belch with the back of his hand, mounting a stool for someone twice his height with a practiced ease, and taking a seat across from Strike. "The silver sith has come around," he smirks at Merek, shakins his head and kicking his foot out in pantomime. "Crushed that unconscious tallman's face; a far cry from the bleeding heart that wanted to sit down to tea with the man-eating cult of kobolds." He rolls his fingers, the many rings making a sequential and descending sound as they plink against the glass bottle. "If the miserable, dumb mul wasn't her shadow that conversation would be easy." The gnome glances at Strike and gives a quick shake of his head, just for clarities sake. He doesn't mean her. "No...." a heavy sigh, "I need to find time with the white one. Cryosanthia. That will be a misery."

There is, despite her long period of adjustment, a slight flicker of expression on Merek's 'new body' turning out just like his old one.

Mostly.

Mileage may vary.

"You weren't this fond of enigma, before." Strike notes dryly as Merek describes going to that place to do that thing with that person this one time, but her attention turns to Jinks, as it was more directed his way in any case, so his response may be more informative.

Blink.

Or probably not.

"We've met....?" she notes quizzically.

Merek looks then to Strike while he thinks about it, and will nod a little bit. "We saved all of the entire world, almost no one will ever know." With that, he will take a drink of mead, and look into the liquid, while he looks to Jinks. "You don't want to meet Cryosanthia. This is not the time to talk to her about Kobolds." Then he takes the time to watch the flame, "Lily was killed by that Duke of Demons."

The man seems to be a bit angrier than before, his rage cool and a little bit calm, even the flame seems to begin shifting while frost will frame the drinking mug which he keeps with him. Then he coughs a bit more into the palm while he waits, "Anyway. That's not a talk you want to really look for."

"Of course." Jinks tells Strike, shock-white eyebrows playing seesaw at her. He shifts in the seat, turning to address Merek at the man begins to speak but stops, flinching as if struck at the revelation of Lily's death. His mouth opens and closes, a fish exploring a new tank. "No. That's not right." He challenges Merek. His eyes narrow. Nostrils flare. "You're mistaken."

The news isn't as... devastating to Strike as it is to many, though, clearly she recognizes the name, "Give her my condolences, please." she says softly.

She considers the tankard in her hand for a moment, then seems to think better of it and sets it aside.

There's a glance between the men, ending on Jinks to guage his response, "I can't comfirm or deny, I'm afraid." she comments, unable to offer her old comrade any comfort in that regard.

Merek looks between the two while he thinks about it. He will try to not really show his emotion, while he nods to Jinks. The man doesn't really try to answer. He doesn't try to tell him that it is a thing, and will not really tell him if that isn't. Sometimes, people need to process. Then he takes a drink of that mead while he nods to Strike, "I will." The man looks pretty withdrawn and distant, a lot different probably than the usual when it comes to him.

Jinks watches Merek. He just stares at the man trying to sort out the clues and hints of expression. He pushes away from the table and half-stumbles down to the ground. His scowl is tortured and ugly as he steadies against the tall chair. "That was me," he admits numbly, blinking. "I killed a child." He turns, pushing off the chair and moving towards the door out of the bar, leaving behind the bottle of rotgut for someone else to brave.

The Metal wrapped in Meat stands in the wake of Merek's acquiescence, her coached neutrality allowed to erode to unveiled concern as Jinks takes responsibilty for the actions of a demon.

She glances at the Seer a moment, then neatly vaults the table to pursue, "Jinks!" trusting her diligent training and loftier stems will allow her to overtake the Gnome before he gets himself into mischief.

"You didn't," Merek will offer to Jinks, "The Duke did. You don't have anything to do with that crazy Duke of Demons." Then he watches the man while he walks to the door, standing up while he will walk that way. "Jinks, stay here please." The man nods along to Strike.

Jinks stops in his path, sidestepping away from Strike and turning. His legs won't carry him faster than the tallmen; he knows that. A bejewled hand goes inside his open coat, pressing to his left breast and rubbing idly. "I did." Another step back and to one side. The three of them describe a triangle on the bar floor. "He sent me here. He was going to drag me back... there. He wanted someone; Mikilos. Serene. The sith woman; I tried to warn her..."

The half-mul's head pivots slightly to the side Merek's at without drawing her eyes fully from Jinks as the hand goes into his coat, "I'm not you're enemy, Jinks, please... take your hand out of there..."

Her expression is thoughtful, brows knit in puzzled consternation, "They can move quickly... Jinks... please..."

<OOC> Merek ponders this moral dilemma.
<OOC> Merek says, "Would Jinks avoid being slapped?"
<OOC> Jinks says, "Probably reflexively but I think it's fair to say Merek can get the drop on him."

GAME: Merek rolls melee: (12)+12: 24

Merek will begin to watch Jinks when he begins to admit that. Then he takes the time to think about it, while he will look then to Strike. The man turns all of his attention to the gnome. The man then will draw back a hand and slap Jinks across the face. One might wonder if he was going to kill the gnome, he knew Lily well. Though something else would come from that general reflection in his mind. "SNAP OUT OF IT!" He then takes the man by the shirt which he wears.

"You didn't kill anyone. The Duke did, he would've taken you and Lily. He would do anything. When he took me for all those months to torture me, he still took the person that I was trying to protect. You have the power to make it right. You will not let yourself come to what he wants you to be. You are not a murderer." The man watches the gnome, "Do you understand? You're doing what the Duke, wants you to do. We don't do that. We don't follow that path. Like I told everyone else. We don't travel that path."

Jinks gives a yawp of surprise at the slap, lifting his hands to grab at Merek's wrists when the tallman looms over him, grabbing at his coat and shirt. "I have his mark on me, dream of his court every night, Merek. He comes to me when I sleep. He finds me alone, awake. He wanted Cryosanthia and I gave him the little pink kobold so he wouldn't take me back. I didn't slaughter the cow, tallman, but I brought her to the butcher's."

Strike wasn't in the mode to bodyguard Jinks.

She considered Merek's somewhat dispassionate standing as he laid things out to reduce him to a non-combatant in regards to the Gnome.

Clearly the Meat is making her careless.

Remediation required.

SHe looks to Merek in the wake of the slap, brow arching, then swivels her gaze back to Jinks, "You weren't the hand that did the deed." she says softly.

"You're responsible, Jinks. You are, that does not mean you can just run off and not deal with it," Merek will explain to him, while he places the gnome on the ground. "And, from what you said before, you clearly didn't think he would try to take Lily. I know the way the Duke works." Then he takes the time to sigh while he thinks about it, "Lily can be brought back. If you follow a god, I would suggest you talk to them, and a cleric, about what you can do to make amends. Meanwhile, I've got a Duke that I need to kill."

Jinks tugs at his shirt, then his coat; pulling it all down and back into place. "Braggadocio aside, tallman, this creature has thwarted Seldan and seeks a weakness to vanquish Serene. You might as well aim to kill Mulria." He sighs, shaking his head at Merek and Strike. "He knew the kobolds 'aunt.' Aya. How many other agents does he have in this city?" The gnome doens't argue his culpability. His relationship with morality being what it is he still understands the vile nature of his actions.

"Even Gods can die." Strike replies smoothly, looking between the pair, trying to determine if she's going to put palmprints on anyone just yet.

She gives that a second to percolate, then, "I haven't met this demon, I had business to take care of that have kept me out of the city for a few months."

Merek looks then to Jinks, while he nods a bit. "Well, we will still be able to, I know a way." The man then will shift that attention to Strike, "I wouldn't think about it. We're working to keep him from doing things with the nobility." The man takes a cigarette from a pack with him, then places that in his mouth to light. "I apologize. You were a bit well." The man nods a little bit along to Jinks.

"Good luck with that." Jinks offers flatly, lifting a hand to rub again at his chest beneath the coat. "Look. I appreciate the... words of encouragement." He doesn't sound like his does. "I just need some time." The gnome already looked tired and tonight's revelations have taken the wind entirely from his sails. He glances at the floor and then just shakes his head, weaving between the tables and heading for the door; not to be stopped this time.

Karelin pushes in through the door, looking a little hollow-eyed and sweaty -- the kind of look that makes one fear for the Coliseum's less grizzled participants. He dodges the outgoing Jinks, then looks back into the room, an eyebrow raied.

Strike shrugs, "The nobility will always have some... naughty peers."

She waves after Jinks as he heads out with new purpose, but, doesn't feel a 'good night' to be.... warranted.

Instead, as Karelin 'olay's the departing Gnome, she turns his way, "Oh, Karelin, I was just talking about you..."

New subject-go!

Merek looks to the cigarette while he thinks about it, watching Jinks go. Then he turns that attention to Karelin, and nods along to Strike while he thinks about it. He seems to be mentally tired while he thinks about what to really mention in the conversation. "Strike, would you like to get a drink sometime, now that you are back?" he asks, then to the guy, "It's been a while, you are doing alright and all?" he asks.

Karelin's head comes up, and he lifts his hand. "Hey, Strike!" He pauses for a beat "Was that why my ears were burning in my last bout?" He swipes his hand through his sweaty hair, and waves at the bar for a drink. He then follows in his wave to pay, A glance back towards Merek. "How's your new body treating you?"

Strike turns to Merek as he asks his question, a brow peaking slightly before she gestures back toward the table she'd vacated in her... pursuit...(?) of Jinks.

She nods to Karelin, "Possibly.. is that really a thing that happens?" she returns with somepuzzlement before turning to return to the abandoned furniture, and her beer, waving the warrior along for he trip as well.

Merek will think about that, and will nod to Karelin. "It's about as well as you would expect," the man notes. Then he walks along and to that table. He does brush a hand along his cheek and the thick stubble there, while he tries to be a bit mindful of the place. Then he picks up his mead to drink from that. He does try to keep the palm with blood upon it from notice by the man. And looks a little bit distant about it all.

Karelin actually laughs. "No, I just got caught with a nice counter on the ear." He reaches up and touches it absently, as he escorts his own beer back to a chair. "What was it? Can't have been that interesting, though." I mean, he's happy to follow, though. Whether Karelin sees the blood or not, he gives little sign of commenting, though.

Strike shrugs, "Decisions were made with unpleasant consequences that..." a glance to Merek, "Were recently relayed to the involved parties." She doesn't seem unfazed by the affair, so much as not close enough to it to be openly troubled, even for one as emotive as she can be when she isn't paying attention.

Slipping back into her seat, she picks up her beer and flags down a bargirl for a round for the table.

Merek looks to the cigarette, and will nod to Karelin a little bit. Then he settles along next to Strike while he takes a drink. "Ya, that's about right." The man of course is a bit, well. It is clear that it's affected him more than he will care to share. And with what they learned tonight, it looks like he has been distantly in his memories. "More alcohol please," he offers to the bargirl.

Karelin's eyes flick to the cigarette distastefully, but settles in, stretching his legs out. He sips on his beer, and nods. "Another here, too." He shrugs and nods. "Well, consequences happen." Then he looks around. "Sorry, I'm famished -- anybody hungry?"

"I could eat." Strike replies, then looks to the bargirl, "The round is on me. Another beer, here." She glances at Merek, then, "I could eat. How about you?"

Merek puts out the cigarette, then he takes a look along to Strike, when he finally notices what was asked by Karelin only asked by the half-elf. "I would like... Well, a little. I don't need to eat anymore. Although, I wouldn't mind you know, doing it for the taste," he will admit. "Maybe hash browns."

Karelin nods, and looks to the bargirl. "Plate of meat, some sausages, some bread, the hashbrowns Merek wants, and whatever Strike wants. I'll pay." He takes another long pull on his beer, and sits back, smiling.

The half-mul gives the men a quick betwixt glance as the round of 'on my tab' starts, but she shrugs and leaves the matter lie.

"That does sound good."

Merek nods a bit along to Karelin, he doesn't mind really who will pay, while he takes the time to drink from the next mead which comes to him, then he's speaking. "What have you been up to since our most recent thing?" he asks. Then a look to Strike, "You been doing alright after keeping busy?" he asks.

Karelin takes another sip. "Soaking it out. Fucking magic got /everywhere/." A shrug. "Otherwise? Training. Sucks being rusty." He glances over at Strike, and nods. "Yup."

"I'm thinking about the next stage of my life." Strike replies, reaching for her beer, swirling it in the tankard, then taking a swig.

She sighs, then, "Perhaps explore the world? There are still corners I haven't seen."

Merek looks then to Strike, and will nod a little bit, "I... Don't know what to do. I have a task to complete, then that will be all for me. It's... Well, you know. Different, to know that kind of thing. After all of this though, when we finally win. Maybe, that's my reward. I will get to take a break from it all, and never need to deal with it again." The hand lifts the mead to his mouth to take a drink.

Nodding once at that, she reaches out for a sausage as the tray arrives, and she works on that for a spell in contemplative silence.

"What did you want to do before all this started?" she asks, finally.

"I don't know. I would've liked to fish, make artifice, and keep a whole family of aquarium fish," Merek will admit, while he takes a look to Strike, then back to the drink, "Did you have anything in mind before all of this?" the man asks.

Strike shrugs, "I'm between preoccupations." she replies, setting her drink down.

"Perhaps, I could try to teach languages at the Guild... so adventurers can relay messages without alerting their enemies."

Merek will nod a little bit along to Strike, while he thinks about it, "Well, I think that would be wonderful." The man tries to offer a smile, though, that doesn't show all that well while he takes a drink...

Here, Have Some

2021-09-20T23:54:49Z

Strike:

Emblem of Ea - Sunday, September 19, 2021, 9:43 PM

Strike is enjoying a beer, and the circle of 'leave me alone' she's managed to generate, when Merek arrives and seeks to join her. As they're getting caught up, Jinks arrives seeking some rotgut to punish brain and liver all at once. Merek shares the fate of little Lily. Jinks tries to run off with the responsibility for the Demon Archduke's actions. The others give chase to try and... sort things out. Merek puts a fresh one across Jinks's face and reassures him, yes it's all his fault, but the Seer is going to go off and kill Eclavdran. Karelin arrives just in time for Jinks to depart in haste, at the same time Merek asks Strike about getting a drink together, sometime. Being already in a tavern, the half-mul invites Merek, and Karelin to her original table and orders a round. Karelin calls in food. Merek tries to pay their tabs. Karelin drifts back into his thoughts and munchies, while Merek and Strike discuss lifepaths....

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The tavern butts up against the Arena walls--at every score, every victory, its walls shake with the often thund'rous responses of the crowd. The tavern here is large and domed, though the windows are by wisdom, bricked in, and tables nailed to the floor. Or welded. The furniture is thick and heavy. The food, though, changes every week or so to something odd, unusual, or fickle, and the small stage here is the most oft-used outside of the theatre district.

This as much as anything is the tavern's calling-card, as well as the stories told that by tradition, only become grander with the retelling. An aged half-sildanyari, her shoulders scarred as much as her face, oversees the bar and it's said she's never cracked a smile in thirty years. Her partner, a smallish gnome in Tarien's brilliant hues (and often soaked by ale-spots), appears to do most of it for her. The bar itself is carved in the shape of some serpent that Tarien is said to have tricked ages past, and stolen the secret of flight from before gifting it to the birds. It lies there, its expression surprised as though not have expecting anyone to have been half so clever.

The beer and ale are modestly priced, though what's available changes with the menu and what merchants might bring in from various parts of the world. A drink known as the "Fire Bird's Brew," a dedication to Angoron's declared love for Ceinara, is always available, however, and is the one constant. The cuisine is, as always, unique and changing, a part of the greater world.

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Jinks A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry. 0s 2h
Merek A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. 4m 1w
Strike A dusky grey half elf girl in grey and black clothes. 0s 19m

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The place is the usual run of rambuncious, with the typical suspects in play.

Meanwhile, sitting by the fire by herself with some bruises, a couple dark puddles sprinkled with teeth, and a tankard of a dark beer, is Strike. She idly flexes and relaxes her fingers in turns, perhaps to work the kinks out after presumably busting someone's chops, but her expression is untroubled.

Merek walks along and into the place, taking the time to check on some orders while he takes the time to look around. He has on that dark attire he often does while he takes a look along from that scarf which he wears, nodding a bit to Strike. The man seems to be a bit distant, a lot more than usual with him, taking the time to walk up to the flame and will wait for that shipment. "Strike."

Jinks is as lowkey as Jinks can possibly be, dressed down to only look moderately out of place in a rough-and-tumble place like Ironbrew's. He's been sharing an out-of-the-way corner table with the youngest Swadling, Djusco, but the half-Oruch quits their conversation and the bar entirely with some other duty at hand. It leaves the gnome frustrated and disappointed, his crimson suit with bronze-stitched trim glittering as he gives up the corner seat and heads towards the barman. A whole quarter of the place smells of his lavender perfumes, a trick of the draft coming off the wall where he'd been seated.

The half-mul looks up from her thoughts at the hail from, "Merek. It's been..." Months, "a while, how are you?" Recently back after 'family business' took her from Alexandria for some time. The doings of the rest of the tavern have been largely outside her concern untill they brush up directly against her own.

Or, based on the teeth, her person.

The repackaged soul gives the place a once over, taking stock, then, "Not your usual haunt....?" she muses, while Jinks ventures toward the bar behind them.

Merek will think about it a moment, and looks then to Strike while he will nod to the woman, "Well, there was the whole, otyugh in the tree." With that, he will write a note about the shipment which is brought to him, then he will take the time to look towards the woman, "You are doing well? There's... A lot on my mind." A look then to Jinks along with a nod, while he thinks.

A place like this has a few advantages; a small handful of coins tinkles to rest on the bar in exchange for a recycled green glass bottle of rotgut. It's not the sort of thing at home in a decanter, sniffed, tasted, and spit into a bucket but it'll get you were you need to be. Jinks jumps up onto the brass rail for feet and reaches far enough to grab the neck of the bottle before bouncing off and turning away. His coat if fur-lined, a concession made for weather's sake, and his onyx-black eyes have dark, restless bags supporting them. "You're not wrong," he answers either. Both.

"Ran into Karelin here, a couple nights ago." Strike commends casually.

She shrugs, "Not a moment I felt much need to hold onto." the takes a swig of her beer.

Her dark eyes track the vector of, "Jinks" and inquires, "Are you alright?"

The flicks a glance to Merek and replies, "Doing better, thank you."

Merek looks to the drink which he is given to check, then he will take a drink from that mead, while he listens to everyone. "Karelin, he doing alright?" he asks, wondering what was probably meant by that, then he looks to Jinks. The man then will cough a little bit into a glove, blood marring upon the palm while he sighs, then he takes another drink. "Well. It's nice always to see people, and all."

Jinks pauses, considering the corner table and the empty seats around it. "I need to talk to someone. Don't want to talk to them." He tilts his head halfway through the explanation, turning then to consider Merek. He grunts as his pops the cork on the glass growler, flaring his fingers and rolling his wrists as the stopper seems to vanish into thin air. He reels a bit at the warrior's name, "Karelin. Huh." He draws from the neck, glugging as he flares his nostrils and turns to take in the room. As if expecting the fellow to manifest from thin air. He winces, choking down the drink, and furrows his brow at Merek. "When are your insides going to stop trying to jump out?" A quick cant of his chin at the bloody palm.

"I've found need and want aren't commonly aligned." Strike returns, gesturing to her table, "Still... we were comrades, maybe I can... help." she returns with a uncertain smile of optimism.

She considers Merek on his question and nods, "Much better, his... condition seems to have abated, though I'm... fuzzy on the particulars."

With a brow arched, she wonders, "How long has that cough been going on....?"

"No, it isn't going to get better. It's been like that since I was brought back," Merek will note along to the two. "It's a new body, although... There are things that even it can't manage likely. I've got enough in me for making sure that a few tasks are complete. Don't worry about me." The man looks along to Strike while he thinks about it, lifting a hand to pat the woman on the shoulder, then a nod to Jinks. "That would depend upon which. I talked to a sith for you. I know you asked me not to. While they aren't too happy with you, I think that there is a path for you forward. I would begin with Sey." The man takes a drink of mead.

Jinks stifles a rolling belch with the back of his hand, mounting a stool for someone twice his height with a practiced ease, and taking a seat across from Strike. "The silver sith has come around," he smirks at Merek, shakins his head and kicking his foot out in pantomime. "Crushed that unconscious tallman's face; a far cry from the bleeding heart that wanted to sit down to tea with the man-eating cult of kobolds." He rolls his fingers, the many rings making a sequential and descending sound as they plink against the glass bottle. "If the miserable, dumb mul wasn't her shadow that conversation would be easy." The gnome glances at Strike and gives a quick shake of his head, just for clarities sake. He doesn't mean her. "No...." a heavy sigh, "I need to find time with the white one. Cryosanthia. That will be a misery."

There is, despite her long period of adjustment, a slight flicker of expression on Merek's 'new body' turning out just like his old one.

Mostly.

Mileage may vary.

"You weren't this fond of enigma, before." Strike notes dryly as Merek describes going to that place to do that thing with that person this one time, but her attention turns to Jinks, as it was more directed his way in any case, so his response may be more informative.

Blink.

Or probably not.

"We've met....?" she notes quizzically.

Merek looks then to Strike while he thinks about it, and will nod a little bit. "We saved all of the entire world, almost no one will ever know." With that, he will take a drink of mead, and look into the liquid, while he looks to Jinks. "You don't want to meet Cryosanthia. This is not the time to talk to her about Kobolds." Then he takes the time to watch the flame, "Lily was killed by that Duke of Demons."

The man seems to be a bit angrier than before, his rage cool and a little bit calm, even the flame seems to begin shifting while frost will frame the drinking mug which he keeps with him. Then he coughs a bit more into the palm while he waits, "Anyway. That's not a talk you want to really look for."

"Of course." Jinks tells Strike, shock-white eyebrows playing seesaw at her. He shifts in the seat, turning to address Merek at the man begins to speak but stops, flinching as if struck at the revelation of Lily's death. His mouth opens and closes, a fish exploring a new tank. "No. That's not right." He challenges Merek. His eyes narrow. Nostrils flare. "You're mistaken."

The news isn't as... devastating to Strike as it is to many, though, clearly she recognizes the name, "Give her my condolences, please." she says softly.

She considers the tankard in her hand for a moment, then seems to think better of it and sets it aside.

There's a glance between the men, ending on Jinks to guage his response, "I can't comfirm or deny, I'm afraid." she comments, unable to offer her old comrade any comfort in that regard.

Merek looks between the two while he thinks about it. He will try to not really show his emotion, while he nods to Jinks. The man doesn't really try to answer. He doesn't try to tell him that it is a thing, and will not really tell him if that isn't. Sometimes, people need to process. Then he takes a drink of that mead while he nods to Strike, "I will." The man looks pretty withdrawn and distant, a lot different probably than the usual when it comes to him.

Jinks watches Merek. He just stares at the man trying to sort out the clues and hints of expression. He pushes away from the table and half-stumbles down to the ground. His scowl is tortured and ugly as he steadies against the tall chair. "That was me," he admits numbly, blinking. "I killed a child." He turns, pushing off the chair and moving towards the door out of the bar, leaving behind the bottle of rotgut for someone else to brave.

The Metal wrapped in Meat stands in the wake of Merek's acquiescence, her coached neutrality allowed to erode to unveiled concern as Jinks takes responsibilty for the actions of a demon.

She glances at the Seer a moment, then neatly vaults the table to pursue, "Jinks!" trusting her diligent training and loftier stems will allow her to overtake the Gnome before he gets himself into mischief.

"You didn't," Merek will offer to Jinks, "The Duke did. You don't have anything to do with that crazy Duke of Demons." Then he watches the man while he walks to the door, standing up while he will walk that way. "Jinks, stay here please." The man nods along to Strike.

Jinks stops in his path, sidestepping away from Strike and turning. His legs won't carry him faster than the tallmen; he knows that. A bejewled hand goes inside his open coat, pressing to his left breast and rubbing idly. "I did." Another step back and to one side. The three of them describe a triangle on the bar floor. "He sent me here. He was going to drag me back... there. He wanted someone; Mikilos. Serene. The sith woman; I tried to warn her..."

The half-mul's head pivots slightly to the side Merek's at without drawing her eyes fully from Jinks as the hand goes into his coat, "I'm not you're enemy, Jinks, please... take your hand out of there..."

Her expression is thoughtful, brows knit in puzzled consternation, "They can move quickly... Jinks... please..."

<OOC> Merek ponders this moral dilemma.

<OOC> Merek says, "Would Jinks avoid being slapped?"

<OOC> Jinks says, "Probably reflexively but I think it's fair to say Merek can get the drop on him."

GAME: Merek rolls melee: (12)+12: 24

Merek will begin to watch Jinks when he begins to admit that. Then he takes the time to think about it, while he will look then to Strike. The man turns all of his attention to the gnome. The man then will draw back a hand and slap Jinks across the face. One might wonder if he was going to kill the gnome, he knew Lily well. Though something else would come from that general reflection in his mind. "SNAP OUT OF IT!" He then takes the man by the shirt which he wears.

"You didn't kill anyone. The Duke did, he would've taken you and Lily. He would do anything. When he took me for all those months to torture me, he still took the person that I was trying to protect. You have the power to make it right. You will not let yourself come to what he wants you to be. You are not a murderer." The man watches the gnome, "Do you understand? You're doing what the Duke, wants you to do. We don't do that. We don't follow that path. Like I told everyone else. We don't travel that path."

Jinks gives a yawp of surprise at the slap, lifting his hands to grab at Merek's wrists when the tallman looms over him, grabbing at his coat and shirt. "I have his mark on me, dream of his court every night, Merek. He comes to me when I sleep. He finds me alone, awake. He wanted Cryosanthia and I gave him the little pink kobold so he wouldn't take me back. I didn't slaughter the cow, tallman, but I brought her to the butcher's."

Strike wasn't in the mode to bodyguard Jinks.

She considered Merek's somewhat dispassionate standing as he laid things out to reduce him to a non-combatant in regards to the Gnome.

Clearly the Meat is making her careless.

Remediation required.

SHe looks to Merek in the wake of the slap, brow arching, then swivels her gaze back to Jinks, "You weren't the hand that did the deed." she says softly.

"You're responsible, Jinks. You are, that does not mean you can just run off and not deal with it," Merek will explain to him, while he places the gnome on the ground. "And, from what you said before, you clearly didn't think he would try to take Lily. I know the way the Duke works." Then he takes the time to sigh while he thinks about it, "Lily can be brought back. If you follow a god, I would suggest you talk to them, and a cleric, about what you can do to make amends. Meanwhile, I've got a Duke that I need to kill."

Jinks tugs at his shirt, then his coat; pulling it all down and back into place. "Braggadocio aside, tallman, this creature has thwarted Seldan and seeks a weakness to vanquish Serene. You might as well aim to kill Mulria." He sighs, shaking his head at Merek and Strike. "He knew the kobolds 'aunt.' Aya. How many other agents does he have in this city?" The gnome doens't argue his culpability. His relationship with morality being what it is he still understands the vile nature of his actions.

"Even Gods can die." Strike replies smoothly, looking between the pair, trying to determine if she's going to put palmprints on anyone just yet.

She gives that a second to percolate, then, "I haven't met this demon, I had business to take care of that have kept me out of the city for a few months."

Merek looks then to Jinks, while he nods a bit. "Well, we will still be able to, I know a way." The man then will shift that attention to Strike, "I wouldn't think about it. We're working to keep him from doing things with the nobility." The man takes a cigarette from a pack with him, then places that in his mouth to light. "I apologize. You were a bit well." The man nods a little bit along to Jinks.

"Good luck with that." Jinks offers flatly, lifting a hand to rub again at his chest beneath the coat. "Look. I appreciate the... words of encouragement." He doesn't sound like his does. "I just need some time." The gnome already looked tired and tonight's revelations have taken the wind entirely from his sails. He glances at the floor and then just shakes his head, weaving between the tables and heading for the door; not to be stopped this time.

Karelin pushes in through the door, looking a little hollow-eyed and sweaty -- the kind of look that makes one fear for the Coliseum's less grizzled participants. He dodges the outgoing Jinks, then looks back into the room, an eyebrow raied.

Strike shrugs, "The nobility will always have some... naughty peers."

She waves after Jinks as he heads out with new purpose, but, doesn't feel a 'good night' to be.... warranted.

Instead, as Karelin 'olay's the departing Gnome, she turns his way, "Oh, Karelin, I was just talking about you..."

New subject-go!

Merek looks to the cigarette while he thinks about it, watching Jinks go. Then he turns that attention to Karelin, and nods along to Strike while he thinks about it. He seems to be mentally tired while he thinks about what to really mention in the conversation. "Strike, would you like to get a drink sometime, now that you are back?" he asks, then to the guy, "It's been a while, you are doing alright and all?" he asks.

Karelin's head comes up, and he lifts his hand. "Hey, Strike!" He pauses for a beat "Was that why my ears were burning in my last bout?" He swipes his hand through his sweaty hair, and waves at the bar for a drink. He then follows in his wave to pay, A glance back towards Merek. "How's your new body treating you?"

Strike turns to Merek as he asks his question, a brow peaking slightly before she gestures back toward the table she'd vacated in her... pursuit...(?) of Jinks.

She nods to Karelin, "Possibly.. is that really a thing that happens?" she returns with somepuzzlement before turning to return to the abandoned furniture, and her beer, waving the warrior along for he trip as well.

Merek will think about that, and will nod to Karelin. "It's about as well as you would expect," the man notes. Then he walks along and to that table. He does brush a hand along his cheek and the thick stubble there, while he tries to be a bit mindful of the place. Then he picks up his mead to drink from that. He does try to keep the palm with blood upon it from notice by the man. And looks a little bit distant about it all.

Karelin actually laughs. "No, I just got caught with a nice counter on the ear." He reaches up and touches it absently, as he escorts his own beer back to a chair. "What was it? Can't have been that interesting, though." I mean, he's happy to follow, though. Whether Karelin sees the blood or not, he gives little sign of commenting, though.

Strike shrugs, "Decisions were made with unpleasant consequences that..." a glance to Merek, "Were recently relayed to the involved parties." She doesn't seem unfazed by the affair, so much as not close enough to it to be openly troubled, even for one as emotive as she can be when she isn't paying attention.

Slipping back into her seat, she picks up her beer and flags down a bargirl for a round for the table.

Merek looks to the cigarette, and will nod to Karelin a little bit. Then he settles along next to Strike while he takes a drink. "Ya, that's about right." The man of course is a bit, well. It is clear that it's affected him more than he will care to share. And with what they learned tonight, it looks like he has been distantly in his memories. "More alcohol please," he offers to the bargirl.

Karelin's eyes flick to the cigarette distastefully, but settles in, stretching his legs out. He sips on his beer, and nods. "Another here, too." He shrugs and nods. "Well, consequences happen." Then he looks around. "Sorry, I'm famished -- anybody hungry?"

"I could eat." Strike replies, then looks to the bargirl, "The round is on me. Another beer, here." She glances at Merek, then, "I could eat. How about you?"

Merek puts out the cigarette, then he takes a look along to Strike, when he finally notices what was asked by Karelin only asked by the half-elf. "I would like... Well, a little. I don't need to eat anymore. Although, I wouldn't mind you know, doing it for the taste," he will admit. "Maybe hash browns."

Karelin nods, and looks to the bargirl. "Plate of meat, some sausages, some bread, the hashbrowns Merek wants, and whatever Strike wants. I'll pay." He takes another long pull on his beer, and sits back, smiling.

The half-mul gives the men a quick betwixt glance as the round of 'on my tab' starts, but she shrugs and leaves the matter lie.

"That does sound good."

Merek nods a bit along to Karelin, he doesn't mind really who will pay, while he takes the time to drink from the next mead which comes to him, then he's speaking. "What have you been up to since our most recent thing?" he asks. Then a look to Strike, "You been doing alright after keeping busy?" he asks.

Karelin takes another sip. "Soaking it out. Fucking magic got /everywhere/." A shrug. "Otherwise? Training. Sucks being rusty." He glances over at Strike, and nods. "Yup."

"I'm thinking about the next stage of my life." Strike replies, reaching for her beer, swirling it in the tankard, then taking a swig.

She sighs, then, "Perhaps explore the world? There are still corners I haven't seen."

Merek looks then to Strike, and will nod a little bit, "I... Don't know what to do. I have a task to complete, then that will be all for me. It's... Well, you know. Different, to know that kind of thing. After all of this though, when we finally win. Maybe, that's my reward. I will get to take a break from it all, and never need to deal with it again." The hand lifts the mead to his mouth to take a drink.

Nodding once at that, she reaches out for a sausage as the tray arrives, and she works on that for a spell in contemplative silence.

"What did you want to do before all this started?" she asks, finally.

"I don't know. I would've liked to fish, make artifice, and keep a whole family of aquarium fish," Merek will admit, while he takes a look to Strike, then back to the drink, "Did you have anything in mind before all of this?" the man asks.

Strike shrugs, "I'm between preoccupations." she replies, setting her drink down.

"Perhaps, I could try to teach languages at the Guild... so adventurers can relay messages without alerting their enemies."

Merek will nod a little bit along to Strike, while he thinks about it, "Well, I think that would be wonderful." The man tries to offer a smile, though, that doesn't show all that well while he takes a drink...

Here, Have Some

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==2020 Logs==
===January===
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|January 03, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 6]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]], [[Rhar]]
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|January 4, 2020
|[[I've Had Enough]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Clay]], [[Quilani]], [[Garakos]], [[Acedia]]
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|January 06, 2020
|[[Tiny Fish Thief]]
|[[Aria]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shin]], [[Quilani]]
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|[[The Brothers Irla]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Klaus]], [[Shin]]
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|[[I've Had Enough, Part 2]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Quilani]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 07, 2020
|[[The Wisdom of Tea]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 08, 2020
|[[In which there is curry]]
|[[Geir]], [[Kaj]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Questioning Menel]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
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|January 09, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]]
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|January 10, 2020
|[[Mission for Fish]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|January 11, 2020
|[[In which there is resolve to help]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Iskanadar]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 12, 2020
|[[The Taste Forgotten]]
|[[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[The Gourmand: Brain Soup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Herne]], [[Kaydin]], [[Lillianath]], [[Stena]], [[Davienne]] (GM)
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|January 13, 2020
|[[Amoxtli (Part 2)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Gregor]], [[Iuitl]]
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|January 14, 2020
|[[Don't Be Afraid]]
|[[Atleti]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Menel]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Aftermath of Madness]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Names and Meanings]]
|[[Menel]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 15, 2020
|[[Day at the Fair]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Assumptions]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Bennet]], [[Etan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Garden of Thought]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Karasu]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kerbasi]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
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|[[Bills Come Due]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyin]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Shizin]], [[Volund]]
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|January 16, 2020
|[[Slippery Slope]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[The Flayed Man part 3]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]], [[Olek]]
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|January 20, 2020
|[[Say my Name]]
|[[Azog]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Skribbles]], [[Volund]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|January 21, 2020
|[[Cryo 1, arrival Alexandria]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Gregor]]
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|January 22, 2020
|[[Cryo 2, Rain on Redridge]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Munch]], [[Arngrim]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 5)]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
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|January 23, 2020
|[[Star Warrior]]
|[[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Xasany]], [[Garrett]]
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|[[The Flayed Man Part 5]]
|[[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]] (DM: Whirlpool)
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|January 24, 2020
|[[Ancient Spark]]
|[[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Darkness and Dragons Oh My!]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Razen]], [[Toha]], [[Valadhiel]]
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|[[Fireside Soup]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Burai]], [[Tenoc]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Kaydin]], [[Sandy]]
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|January 25, 2020
|[[Fairy Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]]
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|[[Lower Market Meetings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Murder]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ignis]], [[Iskandar]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 7]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
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|January 26, 2020
|[[Tails and Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
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|January 27, 2020
|[[Vardaman Alcolve]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|[[Messy Market]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Stirling]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 28, 2020
|[[Fireside Tails]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[Live and Let Die]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Asmli]], [[Ezil]], [[Elyanna]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|January 29, 2020
|[[Innocence Lost]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Iuitl]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
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|[[Tree Punching]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[Wayward Discussions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]]
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|January 30, 2020
|[[A hand or two]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Dancing Sights]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
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|[[Pub Night]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Strike]]
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|January 31, 2020
|[[Questioning Zak]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
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|[[Clutching Mother]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]]
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|[[Caste Ceremony]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Zeke]]
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===February===
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{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2020
|[[Ice Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Caim]]
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|February 2, 2020
|[[Snowball Colosseum]]
|[[Azog]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Choler]], [[Caim]]
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|February 3, 2020
|[[In which they share the past]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Skeletal Ship]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
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|February 4, 2020
|[[Pride of Silvermoon]]
|[[Duncan]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Toha]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Hunting Humans]]
|[[Wyniko]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|February 5, 2020
|[[Learning Never Ends]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Redridge Fishing]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Durrankar]]
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|February 6, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 6]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
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|[[Dreams and Dinner]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]]
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|February 7, 2020
|[[How many casts does it take?]]
|[[Merek]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 8]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
|-
|
|[[Good cup, Bad cup]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]]
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|[[Gilead's Horn, part 1]]
|[[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|February 8, 2020
|[[Eel Soup]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tarragon]], [[Caim]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Tarragon]]
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|
|[[Unlocked Mind]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Garrett]]
|-
|February 9, 2020
|[[Sandskipper Shanghai]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Asmli]], [[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Fire]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Hubert]], [[Durgash]], [[Felicia]]
|-
|February 10, 2020
|[[Hand of Ardtan]]
|[[Nels]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Drumming]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Arisha]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 11, 2020
|[[Demons Over Easy]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 12, 2020
|[[Goblin Gathering]]
|[[Murder]], [[Namira]], [[Azog]], [[Munch]], [[Garrett]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 13, 2020
|[[A Midwinter Day's Play]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mae]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 7]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|February 14, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 9]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
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|
|[[Community Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Serraphine]], [[Mel]], [[Shin]], [[Acedia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Nasirri]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, partial 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]]
|-
|February 15, 2020
|[[White Glove Treatment]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Durgash]], [[Charlotte]]
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|
|[[Crowbite Company]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Durgash]], [[Namira]]
|-
|February 16, 2020
|[[Snow Proposal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shagara]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Steel-Belting]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|February 17, 2020
|[[Ashlee to Ashes]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|February 18, 2020
|[[Speaker Dance]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Wyniko]]
|-
|
|[[Fernwood Conversations]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Amythyst]], [[Iskandar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 19, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 8]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|February 20, 2020
|[[At the Hall of the Mountain Mage]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Don't Pay the Ferryman]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are Better Kept Within]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 21, 2020
|[[Rock the World]]
|[[Azog]], [[Murder]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Felicia]], [[Merek]], [[Jedrek]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shin]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hold my Beer]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 22, 2020
|[[Market Day]]
|[[Azog]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Mae]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Toshsio]], [[Masamya]]
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|February 23, 2020
|[[Head's Up]]
|[[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]]
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|February 24, 2020
|[[Marvelous Secrets and Marvelous Toys]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Vardo and the Pool]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Arynne]], [[Merek]], [[Wyniko]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 25, 2020
|[[That which follows you]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Etan]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Amythyst]], [[Halani]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]]
|-
|February 26, 2020
|[[Iron Booking]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Songs at Starlight]]
|[[Shara]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 27, 2020
|[[Red Velvet Cake]]
|[[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|
|[[Better down where it's Wetter]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Amythyst]]
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|February 28, 2020
|[[Clothing and Red Capes]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Poc]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|February 29, 2020
|[[Bread and Ancestors]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Caim]]
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|
|[[Hard Lessons]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Poc]], [[Selia]]
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|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|March 2, 2020
|[[Youngling at Heart]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|
|[[Unfaithful of Taara]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aya]]
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|
|[[Hot off the Punches]]
|[[Chay]], [[Zeke]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]]
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|[[Whip Wiles]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]], [[Nels]], [[Strike]]
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|[[Blood and Vodka]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
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|
|[[Honesty Is the Best Policy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
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|March 3, 2020
|[[The Revolution Begins]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|
|[[Winter Worg]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Felicia]], [[Nels]]
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|March 4, 2020
|[[Wing Things]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Aya]], [[Nels]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Deanna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Garrett]], [[Aodhan]]
|-
|March 5, 2020
|[[Poc goes to Goblintown]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]], [[Acedia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Poc]], [[Shym'r]], [[Aodhan]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[Humanufacted Nethercite]]
|[[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Daechir]], [[Zant]], [[Zapolklnex]] as GM
|-
|March 6, 2020
|[[Ghosts and Ancestors in the Library]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]]
|-
|March 7, 2020
|[[Fears by Firelight]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Can you dig it?]]
|[[Hubert]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Nels]], [[Bruhai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Goblin Guards Gone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Nels]], [[Poc]], [[Shin]]
|-
|March 8, 2020
|[[Despair and Ale]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elleandra]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Schlocky Terror Magic Show]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Elleandra]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 9, 2020
|[[Marks that Made Us]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns!]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]]
|-
| March 10, 2020
|[[Resilience]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Nels]], [[Stirling]]
|-
| March 11, 2020
|[[Survival and Prosperity]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
| March 12, 2020
|[[The Revolution is questioned]]
|[[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Khazad Komfort Fhood]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 10]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
| March 13, 2020
|[[A suspicious treasure map]]
|[[Poc]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Glowing Lake]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Lawson]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 11]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
| March 14, 2020
|[[Practice Cake]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Nels]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
| March 15, 2020
|[[A Matter of Taste - In the Dryad's Grove]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|
|[[Bandit Turnover]]
|[[Nels]], [[Lysos]], [[Skribbles]], [[Edinaz]], [[Poc]]
|-
| March 16, 2020
|[[Two Corpses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]]
|-
|
|[[Two Graves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Rough Research in the Library]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
| March 17, 2020
|[[Veggie Delight]]
|[[Strike]], [[Nels]], [[Burai]], [[Ezil]],[[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 18, 2020
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 19, 2020
|[[Hermit Rescue]]
|[[Skribbles]], [[Klaus]], [[Caranthir]], [[Hubert]],[[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Calzone]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Konstance]], [[Sasha]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Nels]], [[Etan]], [[Konstance]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|March 20, 2020
|[[Like a Good Comrade]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 12]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hedozu: Dangerous Fugitive]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Foxx]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 21, 2020
|[[Gearing Up Part 1]]
|[[Mel]], [[Tarragon]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sargon]] (DM: Seldan)
|-
|
|[[Death of the Winter King]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Krom]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Byvinodr]]
|-
|March 22, 2020
|[[Wood and Sandwiches]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Vampires of Veyshan]]
|[[Merek]], [[Arynne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|March 23, 2020
|[[Shallow Heart]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]], [[Azog]], [[Lysos]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|March 24, 2020
|[[Rent and Repair]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Dorne]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt2]]
|[[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]]
|-
|March 25, 2020
|[[Catching Kami]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 14)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|
|[[Water Spider]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|March 26, 2020
|[[Wiser Eyes Please]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]], [[Asmli]], [[Un'eth]], [[Azog]], [[Aetheras]], [[Elleandra]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Konstance]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|March 27, 2020
|[[In which there is nearly a fight]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Strike]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mere Ember]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 13]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|March 28, 2020
|[[You look terrible]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Flicker of Memory]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zant]], [[Strike]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 29, 2020
|[[My Cihuaa]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Good Intentions]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Etan]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Shilde]], [[Elleandra]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|March 30, 2020
|[[White-Flower, You are Here. Now]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Revolution is Delayed]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Konstance]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Follow the Priest]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Sasa]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|March 31, 2020
|[[Casting and listening]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Helplessness]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[You Don't Belong Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Knight to Catch Up]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Kaiju Hunt!]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2020
|[[Are we still friends?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 2, 2020
|[[A Message from your Mother]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lanier]], [[Seldan]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 11]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 3, 2020
|[[Kaiju Hunt! Part 2 - finale]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 4, 2020
|[[In the Market for Murder]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lanier]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|
|[[Same Sad Song]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Murdering Menel, take two]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 5, 2020
|[[Concerning Oozes and Weddings]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Price of Progress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidan]], [[Zant]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[What Else Do You Know?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|April 6, 2020
|[[Follow the Priest (Part 2)]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[What shall we do with a broken bloodline]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halanaestra]], [[Karasu]], [[Darius]], [[Zant]], [[Acedia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Let's Go]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cyrosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[No Gifts!]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 7, 2020
|[[Death is the Beginning]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Farewell Fernwood]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 2)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2020
|[[Schrodinger's Letter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Konstance]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 9, 2020
|[[Fae Spring Break]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Zant]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Nice Night For Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Konstance]], [[Zant]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 12]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 10, 2020
|[[What Should I Feel]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Knocking Sense]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 11, 2020
|[[Calamari Calamity]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 12, 2020
|[[Out in the Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Epic Library Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Full Moon's Light]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Pelka]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 13, 2020
|[[Quick Beat]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[For The Love Of]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|April 14, 2020
|[[Pushing It]]
|[[Choler]], [[Asmli]]
|-
|
|[[Dated References]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 3)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 15, 2020
|[[House Guest]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[True Death]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Coconut Spider]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Burai]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 16)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|April 16, 2020
|[[You Are Cordially Invited]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 13]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|April 17, 2020
|[[Only the End]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 18, 2020
|[[I Will Move The Heavens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Storm's Edge]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|April 19, 2020
|[[What Lies Beneath]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Elleandra]], [[Halani]], [[Jasper]], [[Murder]], [[Merek]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 4)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 20, 2020
|[[Do The Gods Answer?]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 21, 2020
|[[Let it all out]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 22, 2020
|[[In which there are Questions and Answers]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Gareth]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Fungal Roots]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Jozi]], [[Sabina]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|April 23, 2020
|[[Cold Comfort]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness (Part 2)]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 24, 2020
|[[Monsters of a Feather]]
|[[Elena]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Crossroads of Confusion]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 25, 2020
|[[Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Mortals]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Arrivals]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Ghost of a Clue]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 26, 2020
|[[Healing around the Temples]]
|[[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Elleandra]], [[Toha]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Elly's Wedding Dress]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garrett]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fa7an]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 27, 2020
|[[Yet the Soul Obeys]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Aftershock|Carissa Padaryn]]
|-
|April 28, 2020
|[[Sisterlizzy Advice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Sweet Dreams Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Where We Dare Not Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 29, 2020
|[[Conversations over Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lysos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Become as You Are]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|April 30, 2020
|[[In the Market for Souls]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Darius]], [[Kira]], [[Kravar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Moving in with Mikilos]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 14]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2020
|[[Given the Boots]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Along Came a Sith]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 2, 2020
|[[Shadows and Sunlight]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[The Monk Who Sold His Fireball]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Shadow Rises In The East]]
|[[Verna]], [[Karasu]], [[Elena]], [[Asmli]], [[Lysos]], [[Pelka]], [[Darius]]
|-
|May 3, 2020
|[[Down in Goblintown]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Garak]], [[Ashes]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Track Down This Murderer]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Malik]], [[Jasper]], [[Quilani]], [[Serene]], [[Auranar]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Konstance]], [[Elleandra]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|May 4, 2020
|[[See No Evil]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 19)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|May 5, 2020
|[[Living Dead Girl]]
|[[Verna]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Metal Gobber]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 6, 2020
|[[Everything I Do]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Snack talk]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt4]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 7, 2020
|[[Snack talk (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 15]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Getting to Know You]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[So Many Oozes, So Little Time]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Halani]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 8, 2020
|[[In the Shadows of Salina]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|May 9, 2020
|[[Bearding the Demon]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Lanier]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2020
|[[Preparing for Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Endless Winter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 12, 2020
|[[Snack Talk (part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Elena]], [[Bannon]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt5]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 13, 2020
|[[Endless Winter (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners (Part 2)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 14, 2020
|[[Springtime Thaw]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Around the Fountain]]
|[[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]]
|-
|May 15, 2020
|[[Sudden Cold Snap]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome House Guest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt3]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 16, 2020
|[[Wash Maids]]
|[[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[In between Answers and Argument]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Snack Talk (part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Elena]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Security Upgrade]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 17, 2020
|[[Only Time]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Rocky Returns]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Friends Family Forgiveness]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 18, 2020
|[[Lakeside Chat]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 19, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 20, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 2)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|
|[[The Search Resumes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie??]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Rocky]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 22, 2020
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt4]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 23, 2020
|[[Proposal]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 24, 2020
|[[Waiting for Zeke]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aya]], [[Garrett]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|May 25, 2020
|[[The Hunters Return]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Sandy Fails to Punch Someone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Zeke]], [[Sandy]], [[Ronin]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 26, 2020
|[[Settling slander]]
|[[Ronin]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[In which she still lives]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt6]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|May 27, 2020
|[[(Mostly) Girl Talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 3)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 28, 2020
|[[Ezil Returns]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 16]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 29, 2020
|[[In Search of Stories]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[In which there's something inside]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt5]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 30, 2020
|[[Run Away]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Verna]], [[Toha]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 31, 2020
|[[OK... New Plan]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Hunting]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dark Market]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2020
|[[Talking Back]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt2]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 02, 2020
|[[New Around Here]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Hate to Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underwater]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt7]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|June 03, 2020
|[[Counting Corpses]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Biting the Hand]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Why?]]
|[[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|June 04, 2020
|[[Flayed Man 17|The Flayed Man, Part 17]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Whirlpool|Whirlpool as ST]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part two)]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Goblintown Cleanse]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Ashes]], [[Toha]]
|-
|June 06, 2020
|[[Golem Party]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Toha]], [[Victor]]
|-
|June 07, 2020
|[[Back to Silvermoon]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 08, 2020
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt3]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 09, 2020
|[[Box of Wine]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2020
|[[The Healing Touch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 12, 2020
|[[Picking Daisies]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Jozi]], [[Linwen]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 13, 2020
|[[Divine Interference]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Kira]], [[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Hugs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 15, 2020
|[[Unboxing it All]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|June 16, 2020
|[[Moot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt8]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|
|[[Not in the Cards]]
|[[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Cogswallow and Tibbins]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 17, 2020
|[[The Olavi Device]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Halani]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Darius]]
|-
|
|[[Reflections]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Lapgaggle Artistry]]
|[[Aya]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 18, 2020
|[[Awaiting a Cure]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 18]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest-Mother to the Stars]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 19, 2020
|[[Build a Seldan]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt6]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|June 20, 2020
|[[The Dragonfather]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Bannon]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 21, 2020
|[[Orcupines, Part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 22, 2020
|[[Prayers Answered]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Encore]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt4]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 23, 2020
|[[Prophecy of Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Linwen]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Brightscales, the Dreaming Dragon]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Encore (Part 2)]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The World Wyrm]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|June 24, 2020
|[[The Mountain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Murder]]
|-
|June 25, 2020
|[[Blacksmith Down]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Orcupines, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 19]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|June 27, 2020
|[[Immovable Objects]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Lanier]], [[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Urgent Adventurer Business]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 28, 2020
|[[Cherry Icicle]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In which there is a private talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Looking Glass]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 29, 2020
|[[Am I the Baddie?? - finale!]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 30, 2020
|[[Reflecting on the Waves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Have to Go]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Morgan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2020
|[[Mikilos in Alexandria]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Katsuro]]
|-
|July 02, 2020
|[[The Warrior and the Vardaman]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 20]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 03, 2020
|[[Return to Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt7]] - finale!
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Elena]]
|-
|July 04, 2020
|[[Froggies!]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Poc]], [[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 05, 2020
|[[Troubled Lands]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 06, 2020
|[[De Inferno Liberabis]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Noise Complaint]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Smuldur]], [[Wu]], [[Lysos]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Lynn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 07, 2020
|[[Drink Me]]
|[[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Locien]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|July 09, 2020
|[[I Remember Hatching]]
|[[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 10, 2020
|[[Mapping the Corruption]]
|[[Armnar]], [[Tommy]], [[Asmli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 11, 2020
|[[Haunted by Demons]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 12, 2020
|[[River Cookout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Zayn]], [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 15, 2020
|[[Frabjous Day]]
|[[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 4]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 16, 2020
|[[Slient Running]]
|[[Locien]], [[Armnar]], [[Nels]], [[Rocky]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man, part 27]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 17, 2020
|[https://pastebin.com/2ArvWxis The Hidden Temple]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Freeze]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits and Allies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Un'eth]], [[Burai]], [[Morgan]] (cameo), [[Venom]]
|-
|July 19, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 1]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Jaen]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 20, 2020
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 5]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 21, 2020
|[[Underfed Returns! pt9]] - the finale!!
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|July 22, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 23, 2020
|[[Toll Terror, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Locien]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 21]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 24, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 26, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 27, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 1]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|July 28, 2020
|[[Lower Marketplace Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Morgan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Toll Terror, part 2]]
|[[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 29, 2020
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 30, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Ox Boxing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|July 31, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 22]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 02, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Vermin Species]]
|[[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2020
|[[To Seek A Shelter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Charmed I'm Sure]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|August 4, 2020
|[[Entomology 101]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 5, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Joro]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 2)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 6, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 1]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|August 8, 2020
|[[A Day at the Beach]]
|[[Reva]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Celeste]]
|-
|August 9, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 23]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 10, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 3]]
|[[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|August 11, 2020
|[[Just Camping]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Morgan]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[Missing Pieces]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], Kamaria
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 12, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Irshya]], [[Burai]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 3)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 13, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|August 16, 2020
|[[Tanning Her Hide]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Hugging]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Glasha]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Last of the Summer Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 17, 2020
|[[Mist Fortune]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 4]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|August 18, 2020
|[[The Druid has Flown]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rumbo]], [[Glasha]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Strike]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|
|[[A Raptor and a Writing Desk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 19, 2020
|[[Well-Forged and Goblin-Free]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Glasha]], [[Aetheras]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 20, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 21, 2020
|[[Meet Little Fang]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 22, 2020
|[[Encroaching]]
|[[Wu]], [[Orenthal]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 23, 2020
|[[A Basket Full of Joy]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Can Full of Opener]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Disaster]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Home to Roost]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 24, 2020
|[[A Mockup Arm]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 25, 2020
|[[Loan me your eyes]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Glasha]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|August 26, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 27, 2020
|[[Rat and Sandwich]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 6]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|August 28, 2020
|[[Cave Invasion]]
|[[Tae]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 24]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 29, 2020
|[[Arresting the Ogres]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Ashes]], [[Nels]], [[Delilah]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 30, 2020
|[[A Walk in the Park]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 3]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|August 31, 2020
|[[Mean and Green, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2020
|[[Terror of the Roses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Selia]]
|-
|
|[[The Ressurectionists Speak]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]], [[Soup]], [[Aya]], [[Wilhelm]], [[Victor]], [[Tae]], [[Stjepan]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|September 2, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]]
|-
|September 3, 2020
|[[Graven Beauty]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe Grand Opening]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Merek]], [[Reva]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ygraine]], [[Gadget]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 4, 2020
|[[Workshop of Despair]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[A Nightcap at the Wayfarer's Inn]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|September 5, 2020
|[[I Will Do Anything for Coin]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Goldfish Shoals]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Ascension in Light and Darkness]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 6, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 4]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Tenoc]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Nels]], [[Josselyn]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 7, 2020
|[[Glitter Gnome]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 8, 2020
|[[A Little Incense]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 9, 2020
|[[A Metaphysical Tellurian Deep Clean]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Glasha]], [[Sandy]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|September 10, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 11, 2020
|[[In the Pools]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[In the Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 12, 2020
|[[Harmonica]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, Part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 14, 2020
|[[Goblin's Night Out]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Nels]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Tae]]
|-
|September 16, 2020
|[[Attonement]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Switchin' in the Kitchen]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Aya]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vespasian]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots are made for Ghosts]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Selia]]
|-
|September 18, 2020
|[[The Mighty Hunter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|September 19, 2020
|[[The Blar Witch Project]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Verna]], [[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Almost Dead Poets Society]]
|[[Ashes]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]], [[Edinaz]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 20, 2020
|[[A Message from Taara]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 21, 2020
|[[Recovering from the Message]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Emissary of the Empress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Geir]]
|-
|September 22, 2020
|[[Skittering Death]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|September 23, 2020
|[[Knight, Interupted]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Artificer Pick-Ups]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Smythly]], [[Aya]], [[Aria]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Would you be young again?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Soup]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|September 24, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|September 25, 2020
|[[Home for a Think]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 26, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 27, 2020
|[[Of Cruelty and Kindness]]
|[[Alba]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Call to Dinner]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[You're Under Arrest]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 28, 2020
|[[Smoking Barrels]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Green Cheese and Quail]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Senile Delivery]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Zelany]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, epilogue]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]]
|-
|September 29, 2020
|[[You Can't Handle the Tooth]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Mercy]], [[Wu]]
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting The First]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]] (DM: Whirlpool)
|-
|October 4, 2020
|[[Under Pressure]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 5, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 2 ]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 6, 2020
|[[Meeting at Ma Rosie's]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 7, 2020
|[[What Did Your Paladin Eyes See?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|October 8, 2020
|[[Scribers of the Storm]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots Are Made For... something]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Rumbo]], [[Ashes]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tenoc]], [[Soup]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[The Gilded Seahorse]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|October 9, 2020
|[[The Grabby Hands Grab all they Can]]
|[[Wu]], [[Katsuro]], [[Tenoc]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|October 11, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 1]]
|[[Venom]], [[Gregor]], [[Aimarra]], [[Gadget]], [[Shilde]], [[Imane]]
|-
|October 12, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 2]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Tenoc]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Vespasian]], [[Disaster]]
|-
|
|[[Timely Intervention, part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Magnus]]
|-
|October 14, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 3]]
|[[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Lucy]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|October 15, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Morgan]], [[Gregor]], [[Kira]], [[Molly]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Darius]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|October 18, 2020
|[[Comparing Notes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Silmeria]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 19, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mercy]], [[Nels]], [[Rumbo]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 20, 2020
|[[Hold the Oil]]
|[[Darius]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Case Review]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Animus Musings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|October 21, 2020
|[[The Other Girls]]
|[[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|October 22, 2020
|[[Hot to Shot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 2]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Exit Wounds]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 23, 2020
|[[Cold Trail]]
|[[Tae]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|October 25, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 6]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Jaen]], [[Strike]], [[Geir]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|October 26, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 28, 2020
|[[Ill Met in the Market]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Molly]], [[Rumbo]], [[Sabina]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|October 29, 2020
|[[Lily's First Flight]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Xasany]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Not Cat for Dinner]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2020
|[[In which there is an Erector Set]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[In which worms and horses are discussed]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|November 2, 2020
|[[Lizards playing Rugby]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 3, 2020
|[[A mask, a scone, and a slice of orange]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|November 4, 2020
|[[Faranmermaidahn]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Aya]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 5, 2020
|[[Wooden Masks and Iron Women]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[There Are No Rats in the Cellar]]
|[[Celeste]], [[Imane]], [[Venom]], [[Wu]]
|-
|November 6, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 3]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Lizard Earring, Golem and Wine]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Toha]], [[Tae]]
|-
|November 7, 2020
|[[After Vespers before Compline]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Imane]], [[Ashes]], [[Arsia]], [[Wu]], [[Quilani]]
|-
|
|[[An Ill Chill Wind]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|November 8, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|November 9, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 10, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 3]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 11, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 12, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 14, 2020
|[[Lily flies a Kite]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Un'eth]], [[Imane]]
|-
|November 15, 2020
|[[Sunday Social Fight Night]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Pasithea]], [[Iuitl]], [[Morgan]], [[Edinaz]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|November 16, 2020
|[[An Offer You Can Refuse]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 9]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 17, 2020
|[[What the Wind Blows In]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 2]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 18, 2020
|[[Colosseum Wrestling Wednesday]]
|[[Venom]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 19, 2020
|[[Sports Festival]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|November 20, 2020
|[[Man in a Bottle]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jaen]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 21, 2020
|[[The Relative Danger of Gnomes]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[I want everyone to be happy]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|November 22, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS]]
|[[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|November 23, 2020
|[[Welcome Silence]]
|[[Geir]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 10]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 24, 2020
|[[Hunter's Market]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Sjach]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt3]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 25, 2020
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Tiasa]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|November 27, 2020
|[[Tomes, Masks and Kobold Bowling]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|November 28, 2020
|[[Arcane Signets and Snapdragon Fireworks]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Thurid]], [[Tawyse]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]], [[Havi]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 29, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1st. 2020
|[[Warming up in the Tarrace]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 4]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 2nd. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|December 3rd. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Waywalkers visit the Tarrace]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|December 4th. 2020
|[[Fortuitous Goblintown Meeting]]
|[[Culix]], [[Merek]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[A trajic romance in Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier pt 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Iuitl]], [[Rhar]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 5th. 2020
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Havi]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|December 6th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]]
|-
|December 7th. 2020
|[[Clockwork Catastrophy]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Havi]], [[Choler]], [[Glasha]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|December 8th, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 11]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|December 9th, 2020
|[[Two Knights in the Soup]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 10th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 11]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 6]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 11th. 2020
|[[Peacocks in the Lower Market]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 13th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 1]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Vance]], [[Thurid]], [[Shaelthiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 14th. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Vance]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 12]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 15th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 2]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Knights at Night]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 16th. 2020
|[[Snow Knights]]
|[[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|December 17th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 12]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Caldera Saute, part 3]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 7]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 19th. 2020
|[[DEVA - Seldan's Inquest]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Resurectionists roasting on an Open Fire]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Thorn]], [[Pasithea]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|December 20th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|December 21st. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 3]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 13]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|December 22nd. 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt6]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 23rd. 2020
|[[We Wish you a Murdery Korsmas]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Durrankar]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|December 24th. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 8]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|December 26th. 2020
|[[Mangoes and Bacon]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tenoc]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 27th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 5]]
|[[Havi]], [[Morgan]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 29th, 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 7]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 30th, 2020
|[[Outta touch Outta time]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 31th, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 9]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|}
==2021 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 01, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|January 02, 2021
|[[The Witch of Felwood]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Thorn]], [[Aimarra]], [[Alba]]
|-
|January 03, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Sasha]], [[Brand]], [[Havi]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 04, 2021
|[[DEVA AF - War Crimes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 1]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 05, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah Pt 8]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[A Sticky Kiss]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|January 06, 2021
|[[Sausages on Top]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[Weather Downcast]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]]
|-
|January 07, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Knightmare]], [[Brand]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Fernwood]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 10]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Girl Talk]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|January 09, 2021
|[[The Laughing Dog and No One]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]], [[Brand]], [[Culix]]
|-
|January 10, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 7]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Brand]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|
|[[OOC Town Hall, System Announcement]]
|Logger: Landslide
|-
|January 12, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 9]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 13, 2021
|[[Clot Busting Part 1]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|January 14, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 1)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Pasithea]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|January 17, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Rocky]], [[Tenoc]], [[Geir]]
|-
|January 18, 2021
|[[Griva, Guess what we found?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 19, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Brand]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 10]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|January 20, 2021
|[[Clot Busters, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 1]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Soup]], Manny
|-
|January 21, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Hades]]
|-
|January 22, 2021
|[[Charming Staff and Catching Up]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|January 23, 2021
|[[Battle and Honour are Difficult Lovers]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 24, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|January 25, 2021
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 3]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 26, 2021
|[[Not So Itsy Bitsy]]
|[[Verasyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Venom]], [[Stena]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 11]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 27, 2021
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Smythly]], [[Paenitia]], Manny, Bertelemi, Yaerhiel, Mirielda, Alaziel, Tenzacatetl, Urag, Yowyss
|-
|January 28, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tennoc]]
|-
|January 29, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 2)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Ill Met in the Gardens]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Ebonne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|January 30, 2021
|[[The Hook and the Harpoon]]
|[[Ebonne]], [[Sandy]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[Hades]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 31, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 8]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ebonne]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 01, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 14]]
|[[Merek]], [[Boshter]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]]
|-
|February 02, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Alexander]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Request]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Nasrin]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], [[Hades]]
|-
|Febuary 03, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 04, 2021
|[[Who is this Man?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Sophia]], [[Cesran]], [[Caim]]
|-
|Febuary 05, 2021
|[[Traveller's Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 3)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|Febuary 08, 2021
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 1]]
|[[Sark]], [[Pelka]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 2]]
|[[Hades]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 3]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Glasha]], [[Hades]], [[Pelka]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 2]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Ebonne]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 15]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 09, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 12]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 10, 2021
|[[Home Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|Febuary 11, 2021
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 1]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|Febuary 14, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 9]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Wedding in Veyshan, part 1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|Febuary 15, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 3]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[Giggles the Gnoll]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Febuary 16, 2021
|[[Fernwood Organ Tuning]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 13]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 17, 2021
|[[Look Upon my Works]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 18, 2021
|[[Execution Day]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]], [[Craft]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 10]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 22, 2021
|[[Meeting Mahuikaa]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 4]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 23, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 14]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 24, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 1]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Carver]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|Febuary 26, 2021
|[[Wild Information]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|Febuary 28, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 11]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 01, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 2]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[A Great Many Pieces]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 5]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|March 03, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 1]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 07, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 12]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Seldan]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 08, 2021
|[[Waylaid, Part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Be at Peace]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 10, 2021
|[[Fallon's Findings]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Fallon]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|March 11, 2021
|[[Were you There?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Rigby]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[You're Free to Go]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 14, 2021
|[[Deadly Delicacies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Eyes of the Pursuer]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Jozi]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 15, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 2]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[In to the Grey Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 16, 2021
|[[Ill Met in the Fernwood]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Isilme]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|March 17, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Tarr-RARR-Racy]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Venom]], [[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|March 18, 2021
|[[A Whip and Chains]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 20, 2021
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting the Fourth ]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Fallon]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Molly]], [[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Skribbles]], [[Imane]]
|-
|March 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 13]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[RENEW THE PACT]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fallon]], [[Sophia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]] [[Silmeria]], [[Seldan]], [[Cesran]], [[Skribbles]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 22, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Animus Egg]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[A Psychopomp in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 24, 2021
|[[The Golden Calf]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A cat, a crossbow, a sword and a Shard]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 25, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|March 26, 2021
|[[Grauthis the Griever]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Sophia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 28, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|March 29, 2021
|[[Just a Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The Octopus Magus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 30, 2021
|[[Baz's first Bath-Day!]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[How Well do you Know Someone?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Silmeria]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 31, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 4]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Food for Thought]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 3, 2021
|[[Delicate White Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 4, 2021
|[[You're Not Staff]]
|[[Culix]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 5, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 5]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Nibbled to Death by Ducks]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 6, 2021
|[[Cysts on the Ley Lines]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Knightmare]], [[Fallon]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]], Griva (NPC)
|-
|April 7, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 6]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 9, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asummit, Aby'ssa and Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aryia]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 12, 2021
|[[On the Threshold of Death]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 15, 2021
|[[The Story of Sufri'gan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|April 16, 2021
|[[Rotten Rodents]]
|[[Ravendar]], [[Katsuro]], [[Imane]], [[Paenitia]], [[Torsten]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|April 18, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 19, 2021
|[[Night Sparring]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 20, 2021
|[[Handle with Care]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Jozi]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|April 21, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 23, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 25, 2021
|[[Monsters]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Althean Charity Work]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|April 26, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Debriefing the Dead]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|April 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|April 28, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 7]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Kickball and Catching Up]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Liadra]], [[Stjepan]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|April 29, 2021
|[[Renewing the Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]], [[Icarus]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 30, 2021
|[[Road Rawrrriors]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 1]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 3, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire before the Storm]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 4, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 2]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p1]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 5, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 6, 2021
|[[Pulling Stitches]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 7, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 10, 2021
|[[Infestation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Shopping List of the Dead]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The City of Alexandria vs Merek]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|May 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 4]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 12, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 13, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Love Potion Number WHAT?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Jedrek]]
|-
|May 14, 2021
|[[It's Just a Game]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Venom]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 15, 2021
|[[Band Name Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 16, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 8]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 17, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Three Rocks at the Statue]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 18, 2021
|[[The Order of the Alabaster Animal]]
|[[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[No Accounting for Milk]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 19, 2021
|[[Swapping Stories]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 20, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 21, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 9]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 24, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[The Colour of Snow]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 25, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 26, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, epilogue]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 27, 2021
|[[Spinning a Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome to my Parlour]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 28, 2021
|[[Future Heirloom Weapons]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|
|[[Where there's a whip]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 30, 2021
|[[Gauntlets Under Moonlight]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 31, 2021
|[[Crossing that Bridge]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 2, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 9, the End]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|June 3, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|June 4, 2021
|[[Wrestling for Angoron]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 5, 2021
|[[At Mithrala Merchandise with Morgan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Shrieking 'Shroom Seaks]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 6, 2021
|[[Bye Bye By-Catch]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 7, 2021
|[[Oh My Goatess]]
|[[Baolei]], [[Aryia]], [[Knightmare]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Legacy of Oversight]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Polishing the People Skills]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 9, 2021
|[[Cold Iron Knuckles]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 1]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 10, 2021
|[[Seafront Spectacle]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Researching Funeral Rites]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 3]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 12, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 13, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 14, 2021
|[[Perchance to Fish]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Pick up the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 15, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 16, 2021
|[[Crossing the Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Chance to Fish]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 17, 2021
|[[Lily's War]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 18, 2021
|[[The Taara goes Mooo]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aerith]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 19, 2021
|[[The TarRaCe, Baths]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe, Dinner Music]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[On the Road to Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 20, 2021
|[[Bangers and Mash]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|June 21, 2021
|[[Scars and Scales]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Where's my Vessel!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Overdue Business]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Strike]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 22, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 23, 2021
|[[Funeral for a Nar-sektoth]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 3]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner with Rocky]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 24, 2021
|[[Rain in the Gardens]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 25, 2021
|[[A Meeting of Small Minds]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Gadget]], [[Jinks]], [[Smythly ]]
|-
|
|[[The Hand of Asumit: The In-Betweens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 27, 2021
|[[Airship Adrift (PrP)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|June 28, 2021
|[[Where oh Where?]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 29, 2021
|[[The Glimmering Goldenscale]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Galidor]], [[Geir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asummit, P9]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 30, 2021
|[[Illusions and Steak]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Galidor]], [[Acedia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 6]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 3, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 1]]
|[[Landau]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|July 4, 2021
|[[The Stars are Right]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 5, 2021
|[[Safety is All in the Mind]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Katsuro]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[The Tentacle Diadem]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Night in the Lists]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lyme]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 6, 2021
|[[Lend me your Screams]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p10]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 7, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 8, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Remembering Watermelons]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 9, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 7]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 11, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Zeke is Back!]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|July 12, 2021
|[[Rescuing Jinks]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[Brutus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 13, 2021
|[[The Sleeping Sickness]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[It's What's for Dinner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Kaz]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p11]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 14, 2021
|[[Kin Reunited]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Body of Lancer Tafetha Freeshine]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 6]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 15, 2021
|[[Complex Communications]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|July 16, 2021
|[[Explainations... are too short]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[While You Were Out]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In-Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 8]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 17, 2021
|[[It Always Feels Like...]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Somebody's Watching me]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Kaz]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|July 18, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission (Part 3)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Landau]]: GM [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 19, 2021
|[[The Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Long Oddskeeper]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]]: GM [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[The Brutal Beatdown]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 20, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Secret of Understanding]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 21, 2021
|[[End with Tea]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Like a Statue]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 7]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 22, 2021
|[[Coming Clean]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Really Bad Eggs]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aimarra]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Seyardu's Sleeves]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], Lily
|-
|July 23, 2021
|[[Can't Get No Privacy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 9]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 25, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[All Eyes on Me]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 26, 2021
|[[Long Oddskeeper, Part 2]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]]
|-
|July 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p12]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 28, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 29, 2021
|[[Bad News, Good News]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], Rupi, Lily
|-
|July 30, 2021
|[[The Silvered Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bonds of Kinship]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 10]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 31, 2021
|[[In the books at the Fernwood]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|}
===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 2, 2021
|[[A table's day at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]], [[Galidor]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[What you see in the mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2021
|[[Memories of the past]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p13]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 4, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 9]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting Mei]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 5, 2021
|[[Tea Time at Mithralla Merchandise]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|August 6, 2021
|[[Help Mei]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 11]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[One Fish, Two Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Sandy]], [[Toha]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|August 7, 2021
|[[Are the neighbors watching me?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 8, 2021
|[[Between a Rockpile and a Dark Place]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Culix]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|August 9, 2021
|[[Corpse Run]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], Whirr
|-
|
|[[Ectra Returns]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Peace Brokered]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mei Too]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 10, 2021
|[[Rescue! Aimarra]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]], [[Cluix]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p14]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|
|[[A Stone-Cold Warning]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|August 11, 2021
|[[The Pieces fit Together]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Putting a Ring on It]]
|[[Paenitia]], Rupi, [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 10]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 12, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Soaking It In]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Missing a Little, but we Don't Care]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 13, 2021
|[[Down by the River]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Questions for the Ringer]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Peoples, not Food]]
|[[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Percy]], DM [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 14, 2021
|[[That Which Bleeds]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Experiencing Creative Difficulties]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Sabina]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]], [[Toha]]
|-
|August 15, 2021
|[[Do or Die (Part 1)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Do or Die (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Bond Unveiled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Everybody Hurts]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|August 16, 2021
|[[Ropes and Demons]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Aya Returns]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Imane]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Oddskeeper Interlude]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[A Reluctant Repast]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Artifice-al Difficulties]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 17, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p15]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 18, 2021
|[[Some Infernal Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Winter come to Alexandria]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Percy]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Meet Me at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Time Off]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 19, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Icebergs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering From a Cold Front]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 20, 2021
|[[The Noble Bastards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 12]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 21, 2021
|[[Day in the Wilderness]]
|[[Aya]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Slow and the Spurious]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Hammer]], [[Darius_the_Blind]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 22, 2021
|[[The Moon's Eye]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[The First Step]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 23, 2021
|[[Welcome to Maridran]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[AND STAY DOWN]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Skielstregar's Arrival]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|August 24, 2021
|[[Memories of Meridran]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mul Gathering]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[No Incognito]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p16]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 25, 2021
|[[A Nice Day for Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit Aftermath]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A, P, B's of Training]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Boaz]], [[Percy]] (DM): [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit and Aya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 26, 2021
|[[Stone to Flesh]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Percy]], [[Boaz]]
|-
|
|[[Maliscious Masquerade]]
|[[Boaz]], [[Jinks]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 27, 2021
|[[A little Exersize]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Sick]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Halani]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Drink a little Drink]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 13]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|August 28, 2021
|[[Forgotten Courtesies]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 29, 2021
|[[AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[By Your Side]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Everything Plus Bagels]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]]
|-
|August 30, 2021
|[[Drinks for Three]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Daechirlie's Angels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing Words with Sith]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mirror to Mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and the Sea]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Karelin]], Griva
|-
|August 31, 2021
|[[Uphill Both Ways]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fun Gal Farmer Problems]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Karasu]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lysos]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[NausAya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|}
===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2021
|[[Knock at Door]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and Trumpets]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Cesran]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], Griva
|-
|
|[[Duly Noted]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 2, 2021
|[[Highway to Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Mob Rules]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Knightmare]], [[Percy]], [[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Mul-tual Assurance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 3, 2021
|[[Mictlan Meetings]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Un'eth]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[A Quite Plot, A Serious Turn]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[My Intentions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Concerning Seldan]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 14]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|September 4, 2021
|[[Meanwhile...]]
|Viginettes
|-
|
|[[Unrealized Parallels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Unhappy Valley]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 5, 2021
|[[Sanctuary for Mul]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|September 6, 2021
|[[Partix Party Party]]
|[[Aya]], [[Lysos]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 7, 2021
|[[Hole in the Wall]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Share your Secrets]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[One Does Not Simply Walk Into More Doors, Part 1]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Vaera]], [[Gaerth]], [[Lysos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Bejeweled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 8, 2021
|[[Chili Cookoff]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Wu]]
|-
|September 9, 2021
|[[Bottom of the Bottle]]
|[[Wu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Throwing Shade]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Moment To Think]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 10, 2021
|[[Girls' Night Out]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Me]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
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Emblem of Ea - Thursday, September 16, 2021, 10:39 PM

After having raced to Mithralla Merchandise after the dispatch by Cryosanthia, and explaining the situation to Mikilos, the two reset the defensive parameters over the Shard of Animus, that should leave the mage and Korite the only two able to access the defenses and the precious artifact therein. Fatigued after not sleeping since before the terrible encounter in TaRrAcE, Brae settles in to their transdimensional Mansion to get at least a little rest, with Mikilos offering to keep a watch while she gets a nap in. They get to talking some, over the inertia of life's course, and briefly dabble in their respective militant histories. As Brae's fatigue finally demands it's due, Mikilos assumes his watch.

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Here, a large wooden structure has been built. Its somewhat eccentric yet elegant design suggests its owner may be of the arcane persuasion. To the side of the main structure is a small corral to for horses or wagons. Before the central building, a massive sword emerges from the earth. A sign upon it reads: "MITHRALA MERCHANDISE."

Inside is a small seating area with several comfortable chairs. To the back, an unobtrusive but businesslike sales counter, and two large signs. One asks patrons to please wait here and not disrupt those inside the lab. The other offers a lab rental at a very reasonable rate.

To the left and right are a large set of doors. The doors on the right lead to a large room which takes up most of the building. Several long tables are scattered about, many with small tool racks. A small forge sits off to the side. Unlike the average workshop, maps of celestial bodies and guides to the elemental planes line the walls. Large frameworks of brass, silver, and crystal occupy space between the tables. A large shelf dominates the far wall, the containers upon it sporting such labels as "wyvern bile," "sulfur," "tiger's tears," and other exotic items. A glass-covered hole in the roof, set with mirrors, offers direct sunlight, or moonlight, to shine upon various projects.

The doors to the left lead towards the direction of the mountains and what is reported to be a sildanyari-style ball room. Wizards.

During regular store hours, a young Llyranesi man, Belhan Mithralla, keeps an eye on the shop and the lab. When not cleaning or helping a customer, he can usually be found reading some book from the library.

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Braelnoir A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver. 0s 3h
Mikilos Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. 2m 8h

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Sildanyari Ballroom <SB> Book Storage <LIB> Out <O>

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Mikilos exits the invisible door into the shop, carefully holding the wicker basket in which The Egg can be found. Not an uncommon task, the Mansions only last a day. "Feels odd to exclude in the casting, but I suppose it's best to be safe."

On the mage's heels come the clatterous bootfalls of the grim and oddly, though understandably, taciturn Korite. The faint limp from the hideous, partly healed wound she came in with doing better, though likely from her training and her renewed focus, "How sh'wanted it. Don't trust'r self if if he tries ta use Lil as leverage."

She shakes her head, little flacks of scabbing from the small tear in her left ear whence her absent earring has been forcibly removed.

She rolls her neck, then, "Wanna keep it tight. Size of a room at the Fern two paces by two paces. Silver walls an' floor. Light from all corners, no shadows. Trail rations an' Strong coffee."

Mikilos smiles, and nods. "Not how the spell works, I'm afraid. Mansion has to be mansion sized, with room for a hundred. But, can set the floor plan pretty much how ever, have a secure hall off to the side with a room like you described at the end." He sighs, and frowns, considering. "...I don't recall for certain. Did E mention wanting the Shards, or is this strictly precaution?"

Braelnoir takes the correction in enough stride, though her hand does come to her face for a moment. She gives deep sigh and, "Precaution." then gets a hand halfway to fidget at her left ear, when she apparantly ges a second thought on the matter and stops, "Ideally wanna do this where LIly ain't been."

Mikilos chuckles and sighs. "Few places like that, has a habit of getting most everywhere. But easy enough to find somewhere new and different. Side hall, third pillar on the left? Gets enough traffic wouldn't question you comming or going if need be, but empty enough to avoid snooping. The door is invisible, and same as a regular wall to any not keyed to enter."

Braelnoir pauses and looks to Mikilos, idly plucking the crimson soaked pantleg from the wound, "Is that proof 'gainst that demon's eyes, though?"

The Korite looks about for vigilance's sake, but probably not paranoia as they are in jeapordy after all.

Mikilos hesitates. "A regular demon, I believe so. But a simple spell to detect magic would see the door. Not be able to enter, but see it's there."

Braelnoir sighs, "Which means all they gotta do is wait outside."

Her bandolier gets idly fingered here and there, checking inventory, even as she asks, "There a way ta block that?"

Mikilos considers. "Wouldn't be too hard to layer up some illusions. Moving pictures on the wall. Obviously magically, making it no suprise to see magic there. And of ocurse a demon hanging out in the hall for a few hours will be noticed. But no, powerful enough a demon can certainly camp outside the door." The wizard frowns, rubbing absently at his shoudler, where he was beheaded the last time E campped outside his door.

Braelnoir nods, still scanning about the area, "Big hoodoo ain't m'knowhow. Take yer word fer it. Best w'mix it up each time, anyway."

With a shrug, she brings her weapon off her shoulder and looks arund some more, "Nothin' ta do but get started."

Mikilos nods, headed to the back hall. Not the most direct way to get places in the Manor, but handy for reaching some of the back rooms. The pillars are mostly for show, this sextion carved of solid stone, but makes a handy point of referance. Just past the third pillar, the elf pauses, and murmurs quietly a few moments, before apparently stepping into the solid wall.

Braelnoir's stride carries her along after Mikilos, she continues to look about on alert, ignoring the pain in both leg and ear. Her eyes align on the mage as he invokes his spell, the words alien to her ears, but as his advance continues through the wall, so does hers.

Mikilos stretches and relaxes a little, confidant in the security of the extra dimensional pocket. Blank faced arcane servants in grey livery wait in perfect silence, lining a short hall in an opulant feasting room. Previous experience suggests dozens of smaller bedrooms lay beyond. But the elf turns, for a moment looking as if to exit again, but instead steps around the doorway, perfectly visible on this side, to a plain hallway hidden behind. At the end of which sits a plain, if comfortable room, fitting the description given before.

Braelnoir kinda got used to the spatial foolery at work in this sort of major invocation. Tactically grand, but...

She leans against one of the walls, frame sagging, if only slightly for the increased level of security about them.

She looks to Mikilos, watching him explore before moving along after a few strides

"I'ma hafta stay away from Cryo fer a while. May hafta hole up here now'n then, too. Big bastard ain't the only one after these."

Mikilos nods. "If he is at all. We don't know his goals. But yes, certainly other demons hunting for them, if not for themselves then on behalf of yet other villians. But it's safe in here. I don't know of any magics or abilities that can force their way in."

Braelnoir nods, her eyes lowering slightly, "I... ain't slept fer a spell... I cain't... risk gettin' nabbed cuz I ain't peak."

There's a glance over her shoulder toward one of the servants, then back to Mikilos, "We wanna pick a time ta meet up an' reset this each time?"

Mikilos nods. "I can stay for a while if you want to grab a quick nap. The spell lasts a little over 24 hours, so same time every day works best, but there if some flexibility."

Braelnoir nods, some gratitude in her eyes, but it doesn't quick quirk a smile at her lips, "May do you fer a spell too." A pause and a soft, "Thanks."

She looks to a spot along the wall off to one side, then, "I sleep bad, sometimes. It happens, don't touch me, alright...?"

Mikilos frowns, but nods in understanding. "Bad dreams seem common for Adventuring. Glad I can get by with almost no sleep. But I'll keep watch, take some time to study my spells. I don't know of anything that can get in here, but have been surprised before. I'll stay alert."

Braelnoir nods, "Hell... Merkabah's only adventurin' gig't ever added t'what I got in th'Stride." she says mirthlessly before settling on one of the benches. Her scythe is propped against the wall and she gives a low sigh before she looks up ta Mikilos, "Thanks, luv... I mean't."

Her hands busy themselves with settling her bandolier aside before scooting back against the wall and laying her cheek against an upraised knee behind the poleyn of her greave.

Mikilos chuckles. "I'm happy to help. Feels like I should be able to do more. Can just wave my hands and bend the universe. But there's a heck of a lot of univrse out there that's already bent some other direction."

The Korite swallows and moistens her lips, her head bouncing a little bit from the play of her jaw, then she says, "Finally figgered out some magic... cuz'o Kae's gizmo... an' so far it ain't been much use a'tall."

Mikilos nods. "Lot of magic is knowing what ot use when and where. The simplest of cantrips can make a major difference in the right moment. Just have to wait for that moment to come."

Braelnoir gives what's probably a little nod, "Can make people small... or I can make'm big." she explains quietly. There's a moment or two, then, "Most times, specially adventurin', th'fights close before ya can really do much."

Mikilos snorts and smiles. "There is a classic bit about having a lovely cluster of enemies, a perfectly good fireball, and -someone- charges in before can set it off. Or gets grumpy went set it off anyway."

"Yeah... I seen some a'that, too..." Brae returns, lifting her head to rest her chin on that knee to look Mikilos's way.

A snort, "Some... green fool suckin' down bards tales, stead'a voice'f experience, just run on out, an' fuck up a perfect firing line'r ambush."

Mikilos nods, and shrugs. "Is something to be said for hitting hard and fast before they can set their lines. But is seldom the best route. But, heat of battle, work with what you have, I suppose."

Braelnoir srugs a shoulder, "Power's nothin' if ya cain't..." she breaks off a moment, a somber darkness in her eyes, "If ya cain't land it when... it counts."

Mikilos nods, and sighs. "Why I've yet to challenge Big E. Pretty sure my magics can take him out, long term. But not at all confidant they'll stick."

Braelnoir gives that a moment and nods a little bit, the prop of her chin putting a little bounce to her head, especially once she starts to reply, "He's cocky. Aya done'm with'r bare hands. Even had time t'talk shit.... I couldn't... touch him."

Mikilos chuckles. "Aya is not exactly a typical case. And sadly, it didn't stick." The elf ponders a moment. "Last time I saw him, figured he'd come back. But thought would be... decades, maybe centuries. Not months."

Braelnoir closes her eyes, "Knew a bitch like that."

Her shoulders rise and fall then her eyes reopen, "Sh'started using a Witchcrow t'harass me... done me dirty a few times, too, back when I's..." She shakes her head a little, then, "Anyway, destroyed his ass, ain't heard anythin' else, since."

Mikilos nods. "I remember hearing about the WitchCrow, odd type of magic. I understand the concept of it, but not enough to follow what all it does. Glad you got things sorted, even if it took some time."

"Thanks. Enjoyed realizin' I killed th'miserable little fuck." Braelnoir answers, "Blind, half nuts from some... damned...magic tree fungus'r something... an' there's that damned bird puttin' his hoodoo on me. Got th'whole damned park ta fightin' each other."

Mikilos nods. "More than one battle had to sit down and figure out what had happened once all the dust was settled."

Braelnoir nods, "Musta been some scrape." she observes, brows furrowing, some new signs of expression coming to her features for the first time since she dropped in.

Mikilos smiles. "One that springs to mind was fighting Her. The Endless Winter. Had the blade of Mortal Dread. What it kills, stays dead, no exceptions. But we foughtm killed her, and just turned to snow, showed up later. Looking back, was a few seconds She was out of sight, switched with a snow clone. Merely killed the clone."

Braelnoir frowns and sighs, "I... hadda stay outta that trouble..." she notes sourly, "I had a condition, done wierd shit when exposed ta certain magic... if I got that plague too, or even got pinched by that fuckin' Mouser that done Cryo so dirty..."

Mikilos nods. "Plague was deeply unplesant, double so for those of us live on magic. So glad managed to cure myself. Pure dumb luck, but it worked. But yeah... wonder sometimes how things might have gone had Cryo never gone to the Tower."

Braelnoir nods, and her eyes half lid whilst seeking a spot elsewhere, "Yeah... What if's a helluva thing." she remarks bitterly.

She returns her focus on the mage and says, "Good on ya, fer sussing out how ta fix ya'self up."

She notes, "Had ta do that m'self... well, kinda... with some'a...."

A blink, "Elly's fish...."

Mikilos shrugs. "Figuring stuff out is what I tend to be good at. Plans, puzzles, riddles, ideas. Comes to the actual fight, I'm usually best staying back and watching the horses. Can throw raw power around, but I havn't the finesse to maake it really effective in combat. Everyone has there place, mine tends to be the library or lab."

A nod, "I can plan, usually.... I mostly done short term stuff. Platoon level." Brae answers, "Trappin an enemy patrol, breaking out of an ambush. Raid a depot, that sorta thing. Th'Old Man" a note of respect in the phrase, despite the wording, "Handled most o'the long runnin' strategic stuff, though... he'd put us ta the test now an' then once one of us reached Sergeant."

Mikilos nods. "Never did proper military. Too arrogant to follow orders, amoung other things. Was part of the Irregulars in Sendor, but that barely counts. Struggle to even pretend to be organized."

"Come up a merc'n the Brazen Stride." Brae replies, "Done biz most'a the continent it feels like... lotta time in Bludgun."

Her hand lifts to her ear as a faraway look takes her eye-which ends with a flinch as her hand apparantly finds the little bite taken out of the lobe.

Mikilos nods, considers. "For as much as I've read about the world, havn't seen much of it. More than average, I suppose, plenty who never leave their home village. But raised in SilverMoon, came to Alexandria, done. Been on trips to various places, seige in Sendor was months, but only proper lived in the two cities.

Braelnoir rubs her fingertips together as she brings them before her eyes, dried blood flaking off where she sits, then her hand lowers and she regards Mikilos again.

She nods, "Most folk don't travel more'n a few miles at the furthest their entire lives. Fer all'a belllyachin we done about forced marches.... we got ta see all manner o'places most people gotta be told about."

Mikilos nods. "Good to travel, see new things, learn just how vast and varied the world is. But can understand it doesn't suit some people. They were raised a certain way, and have no intrest in learning about different options. Not to my tastes, but I guess if you're happy with what you have, you stick to it."

Braelnoir nods, "Yeah, ya got th'right of't, there." she grants. She shifts her butt a little, then swaps uppraised knees without looking from Mikilos's face, "Though, sometimes folk stick ta what they don't like, too, cuz it's what they know."

Mikilos nods. "That's the rub. Scared of different ways. Or worse, scared they've been doing something wrong, will look foolish if they admit to it. Rather stay ignorant than admit they might have been wrong. I can understand having a preferance, keeping to traditions. But there's limits."

Braelnoir nods, her smile wan and thoughtful, and she rests her chin on this knee, now, "Reckon yer right, there."

With a little fidget, she lets her eyes half-lid, or they tell her brain 'fuck you, we're gonna do it, anyway', and she swallows again.

"Think that Snow Queen or whatever's gonna make another play in'middle of all this?"

Mikilos considers, and shakes his head. "I don't think so. I think that version of her is gone for good. I don't fully understand what happened, fae are complex at the best of times, but it's like she had a nightmare, and the nightmare entered the real world. But when she woke up, the nightmare went away. Then again, nightmare traveled though time, so maybe came to our future in her past. Or something. I don't think she'll be back, but is possible."

Braelnoir nods a little bit with a sigh, "Yeah... Cryo... tried explainin' it, once."

There's a little shrug, "Just... tired of...."

As if the word held some insidious magic, the Korite brings her spike shod hand up to stifle a yawn.

"Fuck'm sorry... s'just..." she starts, then, "Just... a lot gone on.. chasin' spooks that ain't there... tired'v old haunts comin' back this year..."

Mikilos smiles. "I quite understand. New troubles are bad enough, no need to bring back old ones. Anyway, rest. I understand you're tired. I'll keep watch. If anything happens, will wake you right up."

Braelnoir nods a little bit, looking just a smidge embarassed for a moment. She shouldn't, it was already on the docket, but, maybe she's gettin' civil, after all.

She moistens her lips, then gives a soft, "Thanks, luv..." before, aspreviously, she rests her cheek against the upraised knee and her arms loosely encircle that leg, her spiked gauntlet stacked atop the demi, and in short order, the Korite sighs into a slower breathing rythm, and the only movement after is the subdued swell and relax of her chest as she surrenders to a long overdue respite from fatigue, and the current burden on her thoughts.

Mikilos sits still and quiet for several long moments, before murmuring quietly. The lights dim a little, not enough for shadowws, but elven eyes need little. Quietly, he draws a text from his bag, and starts to read, making a point to stop and look around on a regular basis. Safe enough here, but he said he'd keep watch, and he'll do it properly.

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|[[Messy Market]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Stirling]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 28, 2020
|[[Fireside Tails]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Live and Let Die]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Asmli]], [[Ezil]], [[Elyanna]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|January 29, 2020
|[[Innocence Lost]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Iuitl]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Punching]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Wayward Discussions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 30, 2020
|[[A hand or two]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dancing Sights]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Night]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Strike]]
|-
|January 31, 2020
|[[Questioning Zak]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Clutching Mother]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Caste Ceremony]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2020
|[[Ice Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Caim]]
|-
|February 2, 2020
|[[Snowball Colosseum]]
|[[Azog]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Choler]], [[Caim]]
|-
|February 3, 2020
|[[In which they share the past]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Skeletal Ship]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
|-
|February 4, 2020
|[[Pride of Silvermoon]]
|[[Duncan]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Toha]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Hunting Humans]]
|[[Wyniko]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 5, 2020
|[[Learning Never Ends]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Redridge Fishing]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 6, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 6]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams and Dinner]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|February 7, 2020
|[[How many casts does it take?]]
|[[Merek]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 8]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
|-
|
|[[Good cup, Bad cup]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, part 1]]
|[[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 8, 2020
|[[Eel Soup]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tarragon]], [[Caim]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|
|[[Unlocked Mind]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Garrett]]
|-
|February 9, 2020
|[[Sandskipper Shanghai]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Asmli]], [[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Fire]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Hubert]], [[Durgash]], [[Felicia]]
|-
|February 10, 2020
|[[Hand of Ardtan]]
|[[Nels]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Drumming]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Arisha]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 11, 2020
|[[Demons Over Easy]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 12, 2020
|[[Goblin Gathering]]
|[[Murder]], [[Namira]], [[Azog]], [[Munch]], [[Garrett]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 13, 2020
|[[A Midwinter Day's Play]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mae]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 7]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|February 14, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 9]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Community Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Serraphine]], [[Mel]], [[Shin]], [[Acedia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Nasirri]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, partial 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]]
|-
|February 15, 2020
|[[White Glove Treatment]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Durgash]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Crowbite Company]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Durgash]], [[Namira]]
|-
|February 16, 2020
|[[Snow Proposal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shagara]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Steel-Belting]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|February 17, 2020
|[[Ashlee to Ashes]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|February 18, 2020
|[[Speaker Dance]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Wyniko]]
|-
|
|[[Fernwood Conversations]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Amythyst]], [[Iskandar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 19, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 8]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|February 20, 2020
|[[At the Hall of the Mountain Mage]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Don't Pay the Ferryman]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are Better Kept Within]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 21, 2020
|[[Rock the World]]
|[[Azog]], [[Murder]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Felicia]], [[Merek]], [[Jedrek]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shin]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hold my Beer]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 22, 2020
|[[Market Day]]
|[[Azog]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Mae]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Toshsio]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|February 23, 2020
|[[Head's Up]]
|[[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|February 24, 2020
|[[Marvelous Secrets and Marvelous Toys]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Vardo and the Pool]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Arynne]], [[Merek]], [[Wyniko]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 25, 2020
|[[That which follows you]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Etan]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Amythyst]], [[Halani]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]]
|-
|February 26, 2020
|[[Iron Booking]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Songs at Starlight]]
|[[Shara]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 27, 2020
|[[Red Velvet Cake]]
|[[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|
|[[Better down where it's Wetter]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|February 28, 2020
|[[Clothing and Red Capes]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Poc]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|February 29, 2020
|[[Bread and Ancestors]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[Hard Lessons]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Poc]], [[Selia]]
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 2, 2020
|[[Youngling at Heart]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Unfaithful of Taara]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot off the Punches]]
|[[Chay]], [[Zeke]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Whip Wiles]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]], [[Nels]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Blood and Vodka]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Honesty Is the Best Policy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 3, 2020
|[[The Revolution Begins]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Worg]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Felicia]], [[Nels]]
|-
|March 4, 2020
|[[Wing Things]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Aya]], [[Nels]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Deanna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Garrett]], [[Aodhan]]
|-
|March 5, 2020
|[[Poc goes to Goblintown]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]], [[Acedia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Poc]], [[Shym'r]], [[Aodhan]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[Humanufacted Nethercite]]
|[[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Daechir]], [[Zant]], [[Zapolklnex]] as GM
|-
|March 6, 2020
|[[Ghosts and Ancestors in the Library]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]]
|-
|March 7, 2020
|[[Fears by Firelight]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Can you dig it?]]
|[[Hubert]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Nels]], [[Bruhai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Goblin Guards Gone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Nels]], [[Poc]], [[Shin]]
|-
|March 8, 2020
|[[Despair and Ale]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elleandra]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Schlocky Terror Magic Show]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Elleandra]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 9, 2020
|[[Marks that Made Us]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns!]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]]
|-
| March 10, 2020
|[[Resilience]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Nels]], [[Stirling]]
|-
| March 11, 2020
|[[Survival and Prosperity]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
| March 12, 2020
|[[The Revolution is questioned]]
|[[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Khazad Komfort Fhood]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 10]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
| March 13, 2020
|[[A suspicious treasure map]]
|[[Poc]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Glowing Lake]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Lawson]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 11]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
| March 14, 2020
|[[Practice Cake]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Nels]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
| March 15, 2020
|[[A Matter of Taste - In the Dryad's Grove]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|
|[[Bandit Turnover]]
|[[Nels]], [[Lysos]], [[Skribbles]], [[Edinaz]], [[Poc]]
|-
| March 16, 2020
|[[Two Corpses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]]
|-
|
|[[Two Graves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Rough Research in the Library]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
| March 17, 2020
|[[Veggie Delight]]
|[[Strike]], [[Nels]], [[Burai]], [[Ezil]],[[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 18, 2020
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 19, 2020
|[[Hermit Rescue]]
|[[Skribbles]], [[Klaus]], [[Caranthir]], [[Hubert]],[[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Calzone]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Konstance]], [[Sasha]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Nels]], [[Etan]], [[Konstance]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|March 20, 2020
|[[Like a Good Comrade]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 12]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hedozu: Dangerous Fugitive]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Foxx]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 21, 2020
|[[Gearing Up Part 1]]
|[[Mel]], [[Tarragon]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sargon]] (DM: Seldan)
|-
|
|[[Death of the Winter King]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Krom]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Byvinodr]]
|-
|March 22, 2020
|[[Wood and Sandwiches]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Vampires of Veyshan]]
|[[Merek]], [[Arynne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|March 23, 2020
|[[Shallow Heart]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]], [[Azog]], [[Lysos]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|March 24, 2020
|[[Rent and Repair]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Dorne]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt2]]
|[[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]]
|-
|March 25, 2020
|[[Catching Kami]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 14)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|
|[[Water Spider]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|March 26, 2020
|[[Wiser Eyes Please]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]], [[Asmli]], [[Un'eth]], [[Azog]], [[Aetheras]], [[Elleandra]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Konstance]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|March 27, 2020
|[[In which there is nearly a fight]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Strike]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mere Ember]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 13]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|March 28, 2020
|[[You look terrible]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Flicker of Memory]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zant]], [[Strike]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 29, 2020
|[[My Cihuaa]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Good Intentions]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Etan]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Shilde]], [[Elleandra]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|March 30, 2020
|[[White-Flower, You are Here. Now]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Revolution is Delayed]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Konstance]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Follow the Priest]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Sasa]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|March 31, 2020
|[[Casting and listening]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Helplessness]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[You Don't Belong Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Knight to Catch Up]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Kaiju Hunt!]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2020
|[[Are we still friends?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 2, 2020
|[[A Message from your Mother]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lanier]], [[Seldan]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 11]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 3, 2020
|[[Kaiju Hunt! Part 2 - finale]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 4, 2020
|[[In the Market for Murder]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lanier]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|
|[[Same Sad Song]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Murdering Menel, take two]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 5, 2020
|[[Concerning Oozes and Weddings]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Price of Progress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidan]], [[Zant]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[What Else Do You Know?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|April 6, 2020
|[[Follow the Priest (Part 2)]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[What shall we do with a broken bloodline]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halanaestra]], [[Karasu]], [[Darius]], [[Zant]], [[Acedia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Let's Go]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cyrosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[No Gifts!]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 7, 2020
|[[Death is the Beginning]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Farewell Fernwood]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 2)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2020
|[[Schrodinger's Letter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Konstance]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 9, 2020
|[[Fae Spring Break]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Zant]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Nice Night For Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Konstance]], [[Zant]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 12]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 10, 2020
|[[What Should I Feel]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Knocking Sense]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 11, 2020
|[[Calamari Calamity]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 12, 2020
|[[Out in the Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Epic Library Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Full Moon's Light]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Pelka]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 13, 2020
|[[Quick Beat]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[For The Love Of]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|April 14, 2020
|[[Pushing It]]
|[[Choler]], [[Asmli]]
|-
|
|[[Dated References]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 3)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 15, 2020
|[[House Guest]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[True Death]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Coconut Spider]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Burai]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 16)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|April 16, 2020
|[[You Are Cordially Invited]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 13]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|April 17, 2020
|[[Only the End]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 18, 2020
|[[I Will Move The Heavens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Storm's Edge]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|April 19, 2020
|[[What Lies Beneath]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Elleandra]], [[Halani]], [[Jasper]], [[Murder]], [[Merek]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 4)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 20, 2020
|[[Do The Gods Answer?]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 21, 2020
|[[Let it all out]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 22, 2020
|[[In which there are Questions and Answers]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Gareth]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Fungal Roots]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Jozi]], [[Sabina]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|April 23, 2020
|[[Cold Comfort]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness (Part 2)]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 24, 2020
|[[Monsters of a Feather]]
|[[Elena]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Crossroads of Confusion]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 25, 2020
|[[Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Mortals]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Arrivals]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Ghost of a Clue]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 26, 2020
|[[Healing around the Temples]]
|[[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Elleandra]], [[Toha]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Elly's Wedding Dress]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garrett]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fa7an]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 27, 2020
|[[Yet the Soul Obeys]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Aftershock|Carissa Padaryn]]
|-
|April 28, 2020
|[[Sisterlizzy Advice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Sweet Dreams Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Where We Dare Not Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 29, 2020
|[[Conversations over Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lysos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Become as You Are]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|April 30, 2020
|[[In the Market for Souls]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Darius]], [[Kira]], [[Kravar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Moving in with Mikilos]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 14]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2020
|[[Given the Boots]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Along Came a Sith]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 2, 2020
|[[Shadows and Sunlight]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[The Monk Who Sold His Fireball]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Shadow Rises In The East]]
|[[Verna]], [[Karasu]], [[Elena]], [[Asmli]], [[Lysos]], [[Pelka]], [[Darius]]
|-
|May 3, 2020
|[[Down in Goblintown]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Garak]], [[Ashes]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Track Down This Murderer]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Malik]], [[Jasper]], [[Quilani]], [[Serene]], [[Auranar]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Konstance]], [[Elleandra]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|May 4, 2020
|[[See No Evil]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 19)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|May 5, 2020
|[[Living Dead Girl]]
|[[Verna]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Metal Gobber]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 6, 2020
|[[Everything I Do]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Snack talk]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt4]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 7, 2020
|[[Snack talk (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 15]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Getting to Know You]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[So Many Oozes, So Little Time]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Halani]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 8, 2020
|[[In the Shadows of Salina]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|May 9, 2020
|[[Bearding the Demon]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Lanier]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2020
|[[Preparing for Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Endless Winter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 12, 2020
|[[Snack Talk (part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Elena]], [[Bannon]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt5]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 13, 2020
|[[Endless Winter (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners (Part 2)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 14, 2020
|[[Springtime Thaw]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Around the Fountain]]
|[[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]]
|-
|May 15, 2020
|[[Sudden Cold Snap]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome House Guest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt3]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 16, 2020
|[[Wash Maids]]
|[[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[In between Answers and Argument]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Snack Talk (part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Elena]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Security Upgrade]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 17, 2020
|[[Only Time]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Rocky Returns]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Friends Family Forgiveness]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 18, 2020
|[[Lakeside Chat]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 19, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 20, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 2)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|
|[[The Search Resumes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie??]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Rocky]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 22, 2020
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt4]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 23, 2020
|[[Proposal]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 24, 2020
|[[Waiting for Zeke]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aya]], [[Garrett]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|May 25, 2020
|[[The Hunters Return]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Sandy Fails to Punch Someone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Zeke]], [[Sandy]], [[Ronin]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 26, 2020
|[[Settling slander]]
|[[Ronin]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[In which she still lives]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt6]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|May 27, 2020
|[[(Mostly) Girl Talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 3)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 28, 2020
|[[Ezil Returns]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 16]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 29, 2020
|[[In Search of Stories]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[In which there's something inside]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt5]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 30, 2020
|[[Run Away]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Verna]], [[Toha]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 31, 2020
|[[OK... New Plan]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Hunting]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dark Market]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2020
|[[Talking Back]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt2]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 02, 2020
|[[New Around Here]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Hate to Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underwater]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt7]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|June 03, 2020
|[[Counting Corpses]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Biting the Hand]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Why?]]
|[[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|June 04, 2020
|[[Flayed Man 17|The Flayed Man, Part 17]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Whirlpool|Whirlpool as ST]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part two)]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Goblintown Cleanse]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Ashes]], [[Toha]]
|-
|June 06, 2020
|[[Golem Party]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Toha]], [[Victor]]
|-
|June 07, 2020
|[[Back to Silvermoon]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 08, 2020
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt3]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 09, 2020
|[[Box of Wine]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2020
|[[The Healing Touch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 12, 2020
|[[Picking Daisies]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Jozi]], [[Linwen]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 13, 2020
|[[Divine Interference]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Kira]], [[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Hugs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 15, 2020
|[[Unboxing it All]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|June 16, 2020
|[[Moot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt8]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|
|[[Not in the Cards]]
|[[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Cogswallow and Tibbins]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 17, 2020
|[[The Olavi Device]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Halani]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Darius]]
|-
|
|[[Reflections]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Lapgaggle Artistry]]
|[[Aya]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 18, 2020
|[[Awaiting a Cure]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 18]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest-Mother to the Stars]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 19, 2020
|[[Build a Seldan]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt6]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|June 20, 2020
|[[The Dragonfather]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Bannon]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 21, 2020
|[[Orcupines, Part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 22, 2020
|[[Prayers Answered]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Encore]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt4]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 23, 2020
|[[Prophecy of Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Linwen]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Brightscales, the Dreaming Dragon]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Encore (Part 2)]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The World Wyrm]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|June 24, 2020
|[[The Mountain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Murder]]
|-
|June 25, 2020
|[[Blacksmith Down]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Orcupines, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 19]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|June 27, 2020
|[[Immovable Objects]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Lanier]], [[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Urgent Adventurer Business]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 28, 2020
|[[Cherry Icicle]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In which there is a private talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Looking Glass]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 29, 2020
|[[Am I the Baddie?? - finale!]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 30, 2020
|[[Reflecting on the Waves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Have to Go]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Morgan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2020
|[[Mikilos in Alexandria]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Katsuro]]
|-
|July 02, 2020
|[[The Warrior and the Vardaman]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 20]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 03, 2020
|[[Return to Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt7]] - finale!
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Elena]]
|-
|July 04, 2020
|[[Froggies!]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Poc]], [[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 05, 2020
|[[Troubled Lands]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 06, 2020
|[[De Inferno Liberabis]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Noise Complaint]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Smuldur]], [[Wu]], [[Lysos]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Lynn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 07, 2020
|[[Drink Me]]
|[[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Locien]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|July 09, 2020
|[[I Remember Hatching]]
|[[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 10, 2020
|[[Mapping the Corruption]]
|[[Armnar]], [[Tommy]], [[Asmli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 11, 2020
|[[Haunted by Demons]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 12, 2020
|[[River Cookout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Zayn]], [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 15, 2020
|[[Frabjous Day]]
|[[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 4]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 16, 2020
|[[Slient Running]]
|[[Locien]], [[Armnar]], [[Nels]], [[Rocky]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man, part 27]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 17, 2020
|[https://pastebin.com/2ArvWxis The Hidden Temple]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Freeze]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits and Allies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Un'eth]], [[Burai]], [[Morgan]] (cameo), [[Venom]]
|-
|July 19, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 1]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Jaen]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 20, 2020
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 5]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 21, 2020
|[[Underfed Returns! pt9]] - the finale!!
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|July 22, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 23, 2020
|[[Toll Terror, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Locien]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 21]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 24, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 26, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 27, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 1]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|July 28, 2020
|[[Lower Marketplace Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Morgan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Toll Terror, part 2]]
|[[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 29, 2020
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 30, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Ox Boxing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|July 31, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 22]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 02, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Vermin Species]]
|[[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2020
|[[To Seek A Shelter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Charmed I'm Sure]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|August 4, 2020
|[[Entomology 101]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 5, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Joro]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 2)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 6, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 1]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|August 8, 2020
|[[A Day at the Beach]]
|[[Reva]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Celeste]]
|-
|August 9, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 23]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 10, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 3]]
|[[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|August 11, 2020
|[[Just Camping]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Morgan]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[Missing Pieces]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], Kamaria
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 12, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Irshya]], [[Burai]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 3)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 13, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|August 16, 2020
|[[Tanning Her Hide]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Hugging]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Glasha]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Last of the Summer Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 17, 2020
|[[Mist Fortune]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 4]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|August 18, 2020
|[[The Druid has Flown]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rumbo]], [[Glasha]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Strike]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|
|[[A Raptor and a Writing Desk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 19, 2020
|[[Well-Forged and Goblin-Free]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Glasha]], [[Aetheras]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 20, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 21, 2020
|[[Meet Little Fang]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 22, 2020
|[[Encroaching]]
|[[Wu]], [[Orenthal]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 23, 2020
|[[A Basket Full of Joy]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Can Full of Opener]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Disaster]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Home to Roost]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 24, 2020
|[[A Mockup Arm]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 25, 2020
|[[Loan me your eyes]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Glasha]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|August 26, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 27, 2020
|[[Rat and Sandwich]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 6]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|August 28, 2020
|[[Cave Invasion]]
|[[Tae]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 24]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 29, 2020
|[[Arresting the Ogres]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Ashes]], [[Nels]], [[Delilah]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 30, 2020
|[[A Walk in the Park]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 3]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|August 31, 2020
|[[Mean and Green, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2020
|[[Terror of the Roses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Selia]]
|-
|
|[[The Ressurectionists Speak]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]], [[Soup]], [[Aya]], [[Wilhelm]], [[Victor]], [[Tae]], [[Stjepan]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|September 2, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]]
|-
|September 3, 2020
|[[Graven Beauty]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe Grand Opening]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Merek]], [[Reva]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ygraine]], [[Gadget]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 4, 2020
|[[Workshop of Despair]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[A Nightcap at the Wayfarer's Inn]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|September 5, 2020
|[[I Will Do Anything for Coin]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Goldfish Shoals]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Ascension in Light and Darkness]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 6, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 4]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Tenoc]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Nels]], [[Josselyn]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 7, 2020
|[[Glitter Gnome]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 8, 2020
|[[A Little Incense]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 9, 2020
|[[A Metaphysical Tellurian Deep Clean]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Glasha]], [[Sandy]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|September 10, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 11, 2020
|[[In the Pools]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[In the Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 12, 2020
|[[Harmonica]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, Part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 14, 2020
|[[Goblin's Night Out]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Nels]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Tae]]
|-
|September 16, 2020
|[[Attonement]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Switchin' in the Kitchen]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Aya]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vespasian]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots are made for Ghosts]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Selia]]
|-
|September 18, 2020
|[[The Mighty Hunter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|September 19, 2020
|[[The Blar Witch Project]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Verna]], [[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Almost Dead Poets Society]]
|[[Ashes]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]], [[Edinaz]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 20, 2020
|[[A Message from Taara]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 21, 2020
|[[Recovering from the Message]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Emissary of the Empress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Geir]]
|-
|September 22, 2020
|[[Skittering Death]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|September 23, 2020
|[[Knight, Interupted]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Artificer Pick-Ups]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Smythly]], [[Aya]], [[Aria]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Would you be young again?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Soup]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|September 24, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|September 25, 2020
|[[Home for a Think]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 26, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 27, 2020
|[[Of Cruelty and Kindness]]
|[[Alba]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Call to Dinner]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[You're Under Arrest]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 28, 2020
|[[Smoking Barrels]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Green Cheese and Quail]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Senile Delivery]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Zelany]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, epilogue]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]]
|-
|September 29, 2020
|[[You Can't Handle the Tooth]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Mercy]], [[Wu]]
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting The First]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]] (DM: Whirlpool)
|-
|October 4, 2020
|[[Under Pressure]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 5, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 2 ]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 6, 2020
|[[Meeting at Ma Rosie's]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 7, 2020
|[[What Did Your Paladin Eyes See?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|October 8, 2020
|[[Scribers of the Storm]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots Are Made For... something]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Rumbo]], [[Ashes]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tenoc]], [[Soup]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[The Gilded Seahorse]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|October 9, 2020
|[[The Grabby Hands Grab all they Can]]
|[[Wu]], [[Katsuro]], [[Tenoc]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|October 11, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 1]]
|[[Venom]], [[Gregor]], [[Aimarra]], [[Gadget]], [[Shilde]], [[Imane]]
|-
|October 12, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 2]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Tenoc]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Vespasian]], [[Disaster]]
|-
|
|[[Timely Intervention, part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Magnus]]
|-
|October 14, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 3]]
|[[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Lucy]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|October 15, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Morgan]], [[Gregor]], [[Kira]], [[Molly]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Darius]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|October 18, 2020
|[[Comparing Notes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Silmeria]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 19, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mercy]], [[Nels]], [[Rumbo]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 20, 2020
|[[Hold the Oil]]
|[[Darius]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Case Review]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Animus Musings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|October 21, 2020
|[[The Other Girls]]
|[[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|October 22, 2020
|[[Hot to Shot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 2]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Exit Wounds]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 23, 2020
|[[Cold Trail]]
|[[Tae]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|October 25, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 6]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Jaen]], [[Strike]], [[Geir]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|October 26, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 28, 2020
|[[Ill Met in the Market]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Molly]], [[Rumbo]], [[Sabina]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|October 29, 2020
|[[Lily's First Flight]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Xasany]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Not Cat for Dinner]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2020
|[[In which there is an Erector Set]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[In which worms and horses are discussed]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|November 2, 2020
|[[Lizards playing Rugby]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 3, 2020
|[[A mask, a scone, and a slice of orange]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|November 4, 2020
|[[Faranmermaidahn]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Aya]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 5, 2020
|[[Wooden Masks and Iron Women]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[There Are No Rats in the Cellar]]
|[[Celeste]], [[Imane]], [[Venom]], [[Wu]]
|-
|November 6, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 3]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Lizard Earring, Golem and Wine]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Toha]], [[Tae]]
|-
|November 7, 2020
|[[After Vespers before Compline]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Imane]], [[Ashes]], [[Arsia]], [[Wu]], [[Quilani]]
|-
|
|[[An Ill Chill Wind]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|November 8, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|November 9, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 10, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 3]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 11, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 12, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 14, 2020
|[[Lily flies a Kite]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Un'eth]], [[Imane]]
|-
|November 15, 2020
|[[Sunday Social Fight Night]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Pasithea]], [[Iuitl]], [[Morgan]], [[Edinaz]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|November 16, 2020
|[[An Offer You Can Refuse]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 9]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 17, 2020
|[[What the Wind Blows In]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 2]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 18, 2020
|[[Colosseum Wrestling Wednesday]]
|[[Venom]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 19, 2020
|[[Sports Festival]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|November 20, 2020
|[[Man in a Bottle]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jaen]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 21, 2020
|[[The Relative Danger of Gnomes]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[I want everyone to be happy]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|November 22, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS]]
|[[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|November 23, 2020
|[[Welcome Silence]]
|[[Geir]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 10]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 24, 2020
|[[Hunter's Market]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Sjach]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt3]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 25, 2020
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Tiasa]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|November 27, 2020
|[[Tomes, Masks and Kobold Bowling]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|November 28, 2020
|[[Arcane Signets and Snapdragon Fireworks]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Thurid]], [[Tawyse]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]], [[Havi]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 29, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1st. 2020
|[[Warming up in the Tarrace]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 4]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 2nd. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|December 3rd. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Waywalkers visit the Tarrace]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|December 4th. 2020
|[[Fortuitous Goblintown Meeting]]
|[[Culix]], [[Merek]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[A trajic romance in Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier pt 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Iuitl]], [[Rhar]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 5th. 2020
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Havi]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|December 6th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]]
|-
|December 7th. 2020
|[[Clockwork Catastrophy]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Havi]], [[Choler]], [[Glasha]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|December 8th, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 11]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|December 9th, 2020
|[[Two Knights in the Soup]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 10th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 11]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 6]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 11th. 2020
|[[Peacocks in the Lower Market]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 13th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 1]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Vance]], [[Thurid]], [[Shaelthiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 14th. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Vance]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 12]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 15th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 2]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Knights at Night]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 16th. 2020
|[[Snow Knights]]
|[[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|December 17th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 12]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Caldera Saute, part 3]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 7]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 19th. 2020
|[[DEVA - Seldan's Inquest]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Resurectionists roasting on an Open Fire]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Thorn]], [[Pasithea]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|December 20th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|December 21st. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 3]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 13]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|December 22nd. 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt6]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 23rd. 2020
|[[We Wish you a Murdery Korsmas]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Durrankar]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|December 24th. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 8]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|December 26th. 2020
|[[Mangoes and Bacon]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tenoc]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 27th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 5]]
|[[Havi]], [[Morgan]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 29th, 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 7]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 30th, 2020
|[[Outta touch Outta time]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 31th, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 9]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|}
==2021 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 01, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|January 02, 2021
|[[The Witch of Felwood]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Thorn]], [[Aimarra]], [[Alba]]
|-
|January 03, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Sasha]], [[Brand]], [[Havi]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 04, 2021
|[[DEVA AF - War Crimes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 1]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 05, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah Pt 8]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[A Sticky Kiss]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|January 06, 2021
|[[Sausages on Top]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[Weather Downcast]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]]
|-
|January 07, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Knightmare]], [[Brand]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Fernwood]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 10]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Girl Talk]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|January 09, 2021
|[[The Laughing Dog and No One]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]], [[Brand]], [[Culix]]
|-
|January 10, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 7]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Brand]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|
|[[OOC Town Hall, System Announcement]]
|Logger: Landslide
|-
|January 12, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 9]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 13, 2021
|[[Clot Busting Part 1]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|January 14, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 1)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Pasithea]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|January 17, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Rocky]], [[Tenoc]], [[Geir]]
|-
|January 18, 2021
|[[Griva, Guess what we found?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 19, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Brand]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 10]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|January 20, 2021
|[[Clot Busters, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 1]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Soup]], Manny
|-
|January 21, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Hades]]
|-
|January 22, 2021
|[[Charming Staff and Catching Up]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|January 23, 2021
|[[Battle and Honour are Difficult Lovers]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 24, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|January 25, 2021
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 3]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 26, 2021
|[[Not So Itsy Bitsy]]
|[[Verasyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Venom]], [[Stena]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 11]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 27, 2021
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Smythly]], [[Paenitia]], Manny, Bertelemi, Yaerhiel, Mirielda, Alaziel, Tenzacatetl, Urag, Yowyss
|-
|January 28, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tennoc]]
|-
|January 29, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 2)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Ill Met in the Gardens]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Ebonne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|January 30, 2021
|[[The Hook and the Harpoon]]
|[[Ebonne]], [[Sandy]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[Hades]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 31, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 8]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ebonne]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 01, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 14]]
|[[Merek]], [[Boshter]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]]
|-
|February 02, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Alexander]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Request]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Nasrin]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], [[Hades]]
|-
|Febuary 03, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 04, 2021
|[[Who is this Man?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Sophia]], [[Cesran]], [[Caim]]
|-
|Febuary 05, 2021
|[[Traveller's Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 3)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|Febuary 08, 2021
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 1]]
|[[Sark]], [[Pelka]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 2]]
|[[Hades]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 3]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Glasha]], [[Hades]], [[Pelka]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 2]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Ebonne]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 15]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 09, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 12]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 10, 2021
|[[Home Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|Febuary 11, 2021
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 1]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|Febuary 14, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 9]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Wedding in Veyshan, part 1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|Febuary 15, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 3]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[Giggles the Gnoll]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Febuary 16, 2021
|[[Fernwood Organ Tuning]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 13]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 17, 2021
|[[Look Upon my Works]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 18, 2021
|[[Execution Day]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]], [[Craft]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 10]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 22, 2021
|[[Meeting Mahuikaa]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 4]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 23, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 14]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 24, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 1]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Carver]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|Febuary 26, 2021
|[[Wild Information]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|Febuary 28, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 11]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 01, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 2]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[A Great Many Pieces]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 5]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|March 03, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 1]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 07, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 12]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Seldan]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 08, 2021
|[[Waylaid, Part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Be at Peace]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 10, 2021
|[[Fallon's Findings]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Fallon]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|March 11, 2021
|[[Were you There?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Rigby]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[You're Free to Go]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 14, 2021
|[[Deadly Delicacies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Eyes of the Pursuer]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Jozi]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 15, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 2]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[In to the Grey Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 16, 2021
|[[Ill Met in the Fernwood]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Isilme]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|March 17, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Tarr-RARR-Racy]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Venom]], [[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|March 18, 2021
|[[A Whip and Chains]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 20, 2021
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting the Fourth ]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Fallon]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Molly]], [[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Skribbles]], [[Imane]]
|-
|March 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 13]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[RENEW THE PACT]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fallon]], [[Sophia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]] [[Silmeria]], [[Seldan]], [[Cesran]], [[Skribbles]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 22, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Animus Egg]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[A Psychopomp in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 24, 2021
|[[The Golden Calf]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A cat, a crossbow, a sword and a Shard]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 25, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|March 26, 2021
|[[Grauthis the Griever]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Sophia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 28, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|March 29, 2021
|[[Just a Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The Octopus Magus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 30, 2021
|[[Baz's first Bath-Day!]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[How Well do you Know Someone?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Silmeria]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 31, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 4]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Food for Thought]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 3, 2021
|[[Delicate White Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 4, 2021
|[[You're Not Staff]]
|[[Culix]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 5, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 5]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Nibbled to Death by Ducks]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 6, 2021
|[[Cysts on the Ley Lines]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Knightmare]], [[Fallon]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]], Griva (NPC)
|-
|April 7, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 6]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 9, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asummit, Aby'ssa and Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aryia]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 12, 2021
|[[On the Threshold of Death]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 15, 2021
|[[The Story of Sufri'gan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|April 16, 2021
|[[Rotten Rodents]]
|[[Ravendar]], [[Katsuro]], [[Imane]], [[Paenitia]], [[Torsten]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|April 18, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 19, 2021
|[[Night Sparring]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 20, 2021
|[[Handle with Care]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Jozi]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|April 21, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 23, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 25, 2021
|[[Monsters]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Althean Charity Work]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|April 26, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Debriefing the Dead]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|April 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|April 28, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 7]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Kickball and Catching Up]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Liadra]], [[Stjepan]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|April 29, 2021
|[[Renewing the Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]], [[Icarus]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 30, 2021
|[[Road Rawrrriors]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 1]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 3, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire before the Storm]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 4, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 2]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p1]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 5, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 6, 2021
|[[Pulling Stitches]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 7, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 10, 2021
|[[Infestation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Shopping List of the Dead]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The City of Alexandria vs Merek]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|May 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 4]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 12, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 13, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Love Potion Number WHAT?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Jedrek]]
|-
|May 14, 2021
|[[It's Just a Game]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Venom]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 15, 2021
|[[Band Name Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 16, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 8]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 17, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Three Rocks at the Statue]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 18, 2021
|[[The Order of the Alabaster Animal]]
|[[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[No Accounting for Milk]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 19, 2021
|[[Swapping Stories]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 20, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 21, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 9]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 24, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[The Colour of Snow]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 25, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 26, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, epilogue]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 27, 2021
|[[Spinning a Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome to my Parlour]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 28, 2021
|[[Future Heirloom Weapons]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|
|[[Where there's a whip]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 30, 2021
|[[Gauntlets Under Moonlight]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 31, 2021
|[[Crossing that Bridge]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 2, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 9, the End]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|June 3, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|June 4, 2021
|[[Wrestling for Angoron]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 5, 2021
|[[At Mithrala Merchandise with Morgan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Shrieking 'Shroom Seaks]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 6, 2021
|[[Bye Bye By-Catch]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 7, 2021
|[[Oh My Goatess]]
|[[Baolei]], [[Aryia]], [[Knightmare]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Legacy of Oversight]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Polishing the People Skills]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 9, 2021
|[[Cold Iron Knuckles]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 1]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 10, 2021
|[[Seafront Spectacle]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Researching Funeral Rites]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 3]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 12, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 13, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 14, 2021
|[[Perchance to Fish]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Pick up the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 15, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 16, 2021
|[[Crossing the Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Chance to Fish]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 17, 2021
|[[Lily's War]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 18, 2021
|[[The Taara goes Mooo]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aerith]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 19, 2021
|[[The TarRaCe, Baths]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe, Dinner Music]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[On the Road to Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 20, 2021
|[[Bangers and Mash]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|June 21, 2021
|[[Scars and Scales]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Where's my Vessel!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Overdue Business]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Strike]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 22, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 23, 2021
|[[Funeral for a Nar-sektoth]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 3]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner with Rocky]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 24, 2021
|[[Rain in the Gardens]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 25, 2021
|[[A Meeting of Small Minds]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Gadget]], [[Jinks]], [[Smythly ]]
|-
|
|[[The Hand of Asumit: The In-Betweens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 27, 2021
|[[Airship Adrift (PrP)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|June 28, 2021
|[[Where oh Where?]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 29, 2021
|[[The Glimmering Goldenscale]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Galidor]], [[Geir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asummit, P9]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 30, 2021
|[[Illusions and Steak]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Galidor]], [[Acedia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 6]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 3, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 1]]
|[[Landau]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|July 4, 2021
|[[The Stars are Right]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 5, 2021
|[[Safety is All in the Mind]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Katsuro]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[The Tentacle Diadem]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Night in the Lists]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lyme]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 6, 2021
|[[Lend me your Screams]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p10]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 7, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 8, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Remembering Watermelons]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 9, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 7]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 11, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Zeke is Back!]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|July 12, 2021
|[[Rescuing Jinks]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[Brutus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 13, 2021
|[[The Sleeping Sickness]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[It's What's for Dinner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Kaz]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p11]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 14, 2021
|[[Kin Reunited]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Body of Lancer Tafetha Freeshine]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 6]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 15, 2021
|[[Complex Communications]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|July 16, 2021
|[[Explainations... are too short]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[While You Were Out]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In-Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 8]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 17, 2021
|[[It Always Feels Like...]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Somebody's Watching me]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Kaz]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|July 18, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission (Part 3)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Landau]]: GM [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 19, 2021
|[[The Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Long Oddskeeper]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]]: GM [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[The Brutal Beatdown]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 20, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Secret of Understanding]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 21, 2021
|[[End with Tea]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Like a Statue]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 7]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 22, 2021
|[[Coming Clean]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Really Bad Eggs]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aimarra]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Seyardu's Sleeves]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], Lily
|-
|July 23, 2021
|[[Can't Get No Privacy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 9]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 25, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[All Eyes on Me]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 26, 2021
|[[Long Oddskeeper, Part 2]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]]
|-
|July 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p12]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 28, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 29, 2021
|[[Bad News, Good News]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], Rupi, Lily
|-
|July 30, 2021
|[[The Silvered Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bonds of Kinship]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 10]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 31, 2021
|[[In the books at the Fernwood]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|}
===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 2, 2021
|[[A table's day at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]], [[Galidor]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[What you see in the mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2021
|[[Memories of the past]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p13]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 4, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 9]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting Mei]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 5, 2021
|[[Tea Time at Mithralla Merchandise]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|August 6, 2021
|[[Help Mei]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 11]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[One Fish, Two Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Sandy]], [[Toha]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|August 7, 2021
|[[Are the neighbors watching me?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 8, 2021
|[[Between a Rockpile and a Dark Place]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Culix]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|August 9, 2021
|[[Corpse Run]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], Whirr
|-
|
|[[Ectra Returns]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Peace Brokered]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mei Too]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 10, 2021
|[[Rescue! Aimarra]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]], [[Cluix]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p14]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|
|[[A Stone-Cold Warning]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|August 11, 2021
|[[The Pieces fit Together]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Putting a Ring on It]]
|[[Paenitia]], Rupi, [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 10]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 12, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Soaking It In]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Missing a Little, but we Don't Care]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 13, 2021
|[[Down by the River]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Questions for the Ringer]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Peoples, not Food]]
|[[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Percy]], DM [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 14, 2021
|[[That Which Bleeds]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Experiencing Creative Difficulties]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Sabina]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]], [[Toha]]
|-
|August 15, 2021
|[[Do or Die (Part 1)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Do or Die (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Bond Unveiled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Everybody Hurts]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|August 16, 2021
|[[Ropes and Demons]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Aya Returns]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Imane]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Oddskeeper Interlude]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[A Reluctant Repast]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Artifice-al Difficulties]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 17, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p15]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 18, 2021
|[[Some Infernal Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Winter come to Alexandria]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Percy]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Meet Me at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Time Off]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 19, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Icebergs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering From a Cold Front]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 20, 2021
|[[The Noble Bastards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 12]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 21, 2021
|[[Day in the Wilderness]]
|[[Aya]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Slow and the Spurious]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Hammer]], [[Darius_the_Blind]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 22, 2021
|[[The Moon's Eye]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[The First Step]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 23, 2021
|[[Welcome to Maridran]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[AND STAY DOWN]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Skielstregar's Arrival]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|August 24, 2021
|[[Memories of Meridran]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mul Gathering]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[No Incognito]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p16]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 25, 2021
|[[A Nice Day for Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit Aftermath]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A, P, B's of Training]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Boaz]], [[Percy]] (DM): [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit and Aya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 26, 2021
|[[Stone to Flesh]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Percy]], [[Boaz]]
|-
|
|[[Maliscious Masquerade]]
|[[Boaz]], [[Jinks]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 27, 2021
|[[A little Exersize]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Sick]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Halani]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Drink a little Drink]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 13]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|August 28, 2021
|[[Forgotten Courtesies]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 29, 2021
|[[AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[By Your Side]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Everything Plus Bagels]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]]
|-
|August 30, 2021
|[[Drinks for Three]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Daechirlie's Angels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing Words with Sith]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mirror to Mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and the Sea]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Karelin]], Griva
|-
|August 31, 2021
|[[Uphill Both Ways]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fun Gal Farmer Problems]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Karasu]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lysos]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[NausAya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|}
===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2021
|[[Knock at Door]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and Trumpets]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Cesran]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], Griva
|-
|
|[[Duly Noted]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 2, 2021
|[[Highway to Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Mob Rules]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Knightmare]], [[Percy]], [[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Mul-tual Assurance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 3, 2021
|[[Mictlan Meetings]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Un'eth]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[A Quite Plot, A Serious Turn]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[My Intentions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Concerning Seldan]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 14]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|September 4, 2021
|[[Meanwhile...]]
|Viginettes
|-
|
|[[Unrealized Parallels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Unhappy Valley]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 5, 2021
|[[Sanctuary for Mul]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|September 6, 2021
|[[Partix Party Party]]
|[[Aya]], [[Lysos]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 7, 2021
|[[Hole in the Wall]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Share your Secrets]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[One Does Not Simply Walk Into More Doors, Part 1]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Vaera]], [[Gaerth]], [[Lysos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Bejeweled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 8, 2021
|[[Chili Cookoff]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Wu]]
|-
|September 9, 2021
|[[Bottom of the Bottle]]
|[[Wu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Throwing Shade]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Moment To Think]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 10, 2021
|[[Girls' Night Out]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Me]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Habits and Vices]]
|[[Sabina]], Rupi, [[Tenoc]], [[Vaera]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 15]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|September 11, 2021
|[[Snaggletooth]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[In Search Of... Cryosanthia]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|September 12, 2021
|[[One Breath]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[This Little Light of Mine]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[For Fern's Sake]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Merek]]
|-
|September 13, 2021
|[[Bad News All Around]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Two Blows]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Blue and Green]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Similar Scars]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[First Steps]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|September 14, 2021
|[[Three Arguments]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Mei's Tower]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garak]], [[Halani]]
|-
|September 15, 2021
|[[The Incompetent Table-Clearer's Perspective]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cesran]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[Soroital Progress]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Hollow Zeke]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[One Does Not Simply Walk Into More Doors:Part 2]]
|[[Gaerth]], [[Jinks]], [[Lyme]], [[Lysos]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|September 16, 2021
|[[Four Confessions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Castle Doctrine]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|}

Duly Noted

2021-09-06T20:09:26Z

Strike:

Emblem of Ea - Wednesday, September 01, 2021, 10:52 PM

Venom is at the Explorer's Guildhall, breaking down her notes from the mission that lead to the recover of the Reliquary of Azahi into a form the archivists can more easily process and has been for some time. Aryia arrives in her courier capacity, but soon notices Venom and moves to join her. Vaera, too, sees the congealing gathering and joins at the table. Both of the women are curious about Venom's notes, which involve Kulthian measures and formulae as her peculiar shorthand. Conversation then involves the mission in question, and note is made of Aryia's grace in the festivities, which flusters the Mul'niessa. The flow of things turns toward parental duty and rearing new generations, which is met by varied viewpoints. In time, Vaera's weapon difficulties come about once more, and the discussion leaves Aryia a little out of her comfort zone, and is soon departing with new perspectives to consider. The engineering confab continues, with some preliminary design work being traded with some advice about ways to set Mul'niessa at ease. Soon, Vaera must take her leave as well to see to other affairs, leaving Venom alone with her notes, and the gift of jerky to munch upon.

-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A05: Adventurer's Council, Great Hall *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-

As the phoenix is Alexandria's national symbol, so too has its Explorer's Council, often called the Adventurer's Council, risen from the ashes of its destruction.

Guards and mercenaries fill the interior of this huge building, one of the largest in its immediate area. Strong, metal walls divide its interior, crafting halls, briefing rooms and offices. A large space near the front has been set aside for mingling and stocked with comfortable chairs to wait in.

This area is catered by one of the Society of Arcanists' more famous chefs, a small lucht with a predilection for otherworldly cuisine and tentacle soup. Security here is as tight as it is anywhere in Alexandria, even more so now after its recent destruction. Sharp eyed sentinels and guards are ever-watchful and all manner of security contraption is said to be residing within the walls of the building. The walls are pristine for now, though not for long, and artfully decorated with murals depicting heroic adventure by members of all communities and races of the region.

The windows to the Council Hall are now stained glass, artfully decorated to depict famous moments in Alexandrian history, ranging from the death of Altima at the hands of the Phalanx Falcis at the end of the Sorceress Wars, to the city triumphantly emerging from the Mists to a changed world. Many spaces have been set aside for new stories to be added, with numerous tale yet to be written.

No matter how many times the Hall has been rebuilt, the statue in the front remains the same: a lone warrior facing off against what is presumably thought to be 'Cuddles the Otyugh Queen', with the Council's motto, below: Anything for the right price.

EXTRAS: +view

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Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a tired look about her.

Vaera 7'0" 262 Lb Sith-Makar Female A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.

Venom 5'6" 130 Lb Human Female A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Objects =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

[Archives] Dun Morden War Stories
The Plank

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Out <O>

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Tonight is a reasonably quiet one, most of the available jobs have already been met with dispatched teams, with any remaining being so freshly struck to paper that the recruitment phase hasn't even been considered, yet.

In the atmosphere of relative silence, Venom is at work annotating a copy of her notes from the recent trip underground, primarily expanding the references into common trade format from her pidgin of Trade and Kulthian.

Her posture is of somewhat extreme slouch, thereby removing her veils from being a direct impediment to her work, whilst still serving their primary function; obscuring her features.

A carafe of some roasted bean beverage stands out of immediate arm's reach of the silent one, though a baked clay mug stands somewhat closer, though far from the stack of notes as she works.

From the entrance to the guildhall was that of an oddly quiet, yet still visually loud grey and white blur. A set of footfalls thud against the front counter, along with clang as a body stops a bit too late. A beat passes, and a scarred mul'neissa in simple clothing pops up to her feet, none the worse for wear. The person manning the counter stands up in surpise, "What is the meaning of thi-"

Aryia holds up a finger, bring her other arm up, and drops a small box on the counter with a piece of paper wrapped around it, secured by twine.

The receptionist glares at her, picking up the package and peeling off the paper. They quietly read aloud. "For deliver to the... and.... time sensi-" It shuts them up, them scooping up the box and hurrying off to the back. The shadow elf dusts her hands off and turns, ready to walk out before spotting a familiar shaded figure. A smile crests her lips and she slides on over uninvited.

She gives a chirpy wave as she sits down across from her.

Vaera had nothing to do in the city that day, but she was still in the city. So the dark red makari had made the explorer's guild a usual haunt of hers. But that day the listings were disappointingly sparse. Or pleasantly, as much of the business requested was for unfortunate reasons. So she looked around, finding a familiar veiled figure working nearby. A wooden leg clacks against the floor, signaling their approach, before they wheel around at the sound of elven footfalls, and an equally elven figure crashing into the counter. Vaera chuffs and shakes her head, standing near as Aryia walked over and sat into the chair. She offers a slight twitch of her hand that may have been a wave.

"Hello, Venom and Aryia. What are you working on today?" They ask, glancing to the papers.

Venom's head comes up at the tromp of feet, swivelling along to the incoming side just in time to get passed and so she has to reverse transome. It's about as she whips her head back to the other side that the toll of Aryia's meeting with the counter reaches her ears.

If she's blinking, the veil's are doing a great job hiding it. As it is, when Aryia sits down, she offers a little fingerwave, then gestures toward the carafe and cocks her head.

"How are you?" she signs, but doesn't press about the business itself. Business is business, and somethings secrets are business.

Her heave pivots toward the uneven sound of Vaera's approach and she gives a little wave, repeating her query as the redscale settles in, as well as the gesture toward the drink container.

The question about her notes isn't exactly secret, though her raw notes are a unique mix of at least two languages, and her hands frame her response of, "Clarifying my notes for the archivists." <handspeech>

Aryia smiles warmly at the question. "Pretty good!" she gestures with one hand smacking into the other. "And yourself?"

She looks up at Vaera, the smile waning a touch, but she too receives a wave of greeting. The mention of the papers directs her attention towards that. And the fact that Venom wasn't hiding it makes the elf lean forward on her elbows, peering at the pages. It is very, very clear that she has no idea what she was looking at, nor even recognizing anything that wasn't Tradespeak. Akin to a puppy, she tilts her head far to the side.

"I think I recognize some of the words." Vaera nods along once she is finished investigating some of the papers. She walks some more, sitting down in a chair opposite of Aryia. All the better to keep her in view, just in case. "The guild doesn't like it when I write in draconic, but my tradespeak is not the cleanest looking." The red makari continues. "Kulthian, right? I have been reading up some on it, where I could. What is available at least, doesn't seem to be particularly popular at the libraries."

Venom nods, her hand flicking a quick, "Alright so far, thanks." and straightens up a bit so people can get a better look at her work, "These are my notes from the underground temple. There were musicians with us who were able to translate the music, but I couldn't. I don't have those notes." A shrug raises her poncho a smidge.

Vaera's question prompts a nod and she replies, "Yes. It uses less space to describe certain things, but, no, it has a stigma." <handspeech>

Aryia makes a very faint 'ah' sound, recalling that particular adventure. The one that basically cemented their friendship. "That place was really weird. Dancing. To open a door."

The memory of her busting a move plays across her mind, face dusting crimson. She coughs into a fist. Though she looks curiously on despite having zero comprehension. <Handspeech>

"An underground temple? Most I know of are above ground, unless you are dealing with Khazad, or less than pleasant people." Vaera replies, somewhat curious. "I have learned a few notes about Kulthian. It is much calculations as it is actual words, so it is hard to pick up. Music, I learned a bit, back home. Not much."

The admittance of Aryia makes her tilt her head. "Dancing can bring back memories, but opening a door is certainly a strange use for it. It is not something to be embarassed of however, as the intent and meaning is the most important part."

Venom''s hand lifts to gently brush the crook of a finger along the line of an elvish cheekbone and she nods to Aryia. Her head swivels to Vaera as she speaks and she gives another nod, "It was a buried, and very..." she hesitates, "different, than I was expecting."

Then, with a hand held directly before Aryia, she signs a single word, "Graceful." <handspeech>

Aryia blinks at the grazing gesture, her smile morphing into a bashful one as she rubs her neck. Face only to grow further red at the compliment. She had no words for the present time, and busied herself with trying to comprehend the language in front of her (she couldn't.)

Vaera blinks, and looks to the shrouded woman. She was fairly certain it was not another Mul'niessa. The makari chuffs. "Long buried things have a way of losing their original history. It is why it is best passed down through the generations, so the purpose is not lost." Vaera replies. It was not her business to pry, though it was still curious. "I would be more surprised to find a non graceful mul'niessa. At least in movements."

Venom is.... probably not Mul'niessa.

She seems content with the response she garners from Aryia, and she nods before looking to Vaera once more, her hands coming up to parse her reply, "Sometimes, buries secrets build in power." she returns.

THere's a look back to see the crimson tinge along Aryia's features, and she starts to sign anew, "Perhaps." she concedes. <handspeech>

Aryia rubs at her face a bit, restoring the grey color that was once there. A final, lofty exhale sets her back in the now. She gives a small nod at Venom's observation. "Things not seen have time to grow. Why do you think some mul'neissa build cities underground?" she points out, looking up at Vaera before shrugging. "Sildanyar are like that." <Handspeech>

"Because limited food stores let nobles have control over the populace." Vaera hisses in another tongue. But then she just shakes her head. "There is just as much power in sharing knowledge over time, adding to it and growing. Hoarding of knowledge is stagnation. At least that is how this one always saw it."

"If no one teaches the next generation what they need to survive, then they may well be the last. But perhaps some simply cannot be trusted with certain secrets, which I understand." <Draconic>

She does nod back to Aryia. "Yes, something about Elves. The way their muscles function or something like that. Seems Venom liked your dancing, for certain."

The veiled woman signs, "Hoarding information also consolidates power."

An early, long session lesson for Venom, perhaps, but, she glances down at her notes and starts to shuffle pages to bring forth the appropriate raws to go with the next phase in her decryption.

Once that's organized, her hands start to gesture in a new chain, "Some see the next generation as a threat." <handspeech>

Vaera's observation makes Aryia blink, her glancing up to the redscale and back to Venom. And yet again, just as she got herself back to nominal, crimson washed out the grey once more. She just buries her face into her hands as her forehead makes a muted 'thunk' against the table.

"It does, but that is the fault of the untrustworthy." Vaera replies, and chuffs again. "If the next generation is seen as a threat, then that is setting up for eventual failure and fall. Maybe it is different among other races."

"She looks to Aryia, shakes her head. She could rouse her if she wished, but it was best not to. "Apologies, that seems to have been too much, Aryia. I thought it was clear by actions and Venom's speaking." She adds.

Venom doesn't refute Vaera's observation. Her posture isn't one of concession, but perhaps something she'd thought had all the angles sufficiently covered. Instead, her attention turns toward the 'thunk', clear by the angle of her head. A glance back toward Vaera, then her hand extends to gently smooth the crown of Aryia's hair in silence.

Aryia is about to reengage with the conversation, but soon she finds a gloved hand resting against her head. The elf's frame goes slack, a content sigh spilling forward. She gestures blindly in the vague direction of Vaera. She waves off the apology before mentioning, "I don't know much about mul'neissa generational things, so I don't know what to add there." <Handspeech>

Vaera shrugs, and leans back in the chair, to let the veiled woman tend to the mul'niessa. She taps her wooden foot against the floor and drums two clawed hands against the table, perhaps to ensure it was obvious she was not the hand over her hair. She reads the hands, and chuffs.

"Depends what caste you're from. Not the way makari castes are. Still, it matters how much one trusts their children. But other races seem much less centralized in their groups. In Am'shere, a family is as much the village as it is your parents."

Venom doesn't linger there, overlong, but her hand does withdraw once Aryia commits to signing in reply to Vaera. Her attention turns that way as well, and she gives a little shrug, not seeming ready to challenge the assertion, here.

Once the hand withdraws, only then does Aryia rise. There is a tiiiiny pout that the attention ended, but mostly a smile remained. A boot reaches out lightly tap Venom's leg while she directs her attention to Vaera.

"To be completely honest, I am the worst fucking person to strike conversation about raising kids and learning from parents about," she bluntly motions, propping her still slightly tinted face up on a hand. <Handspeech>

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20: (11): 11

"Are you? I've known some bad ones." Vaera shrugs, and shakes her head. "I am sorry if it is a bad subject. But you cannot say that, as I do not think you have had any. Regardless."

Vaera shrugs, and rifles through her coat. "Would either you like any jerky? I made it a few days ago, so it is still quite fresh."

The veiled woman is not about to chime in on this one, it seems, though there is the slight cock of her head at the touch to her leg. A soft scuff of her tread shifting against the floor and there is a tap in return.

There is a consideration of the offer, particularly as a muted squawk emanates from somewhere beneath the poncho and with a slight slouch of her posture, she signs a quick, "Please." <handspeech>

Aryia's smile returns at the return tap, making the next bit of signs easier to bring forth. "You're right, I don't. Parents nor children," she mentions, a shred of new information to Venom.

The elf perks up just like Venom, her nodding. "Yes please." All that running earlier worked up appetite.

The comment makes Vaera shake her head, tail flicking a bit to the side. "None should grow up without parents, even Mul'niessa." She say before she pulls out two large handfuls of jerky from the coat, offering one to each seated figure. "But it happens."

Venom brings her hands up underneath her veils for a time, and there is the hiss and rattle of buckles being loosed, and the silhouettes beneath the shroud dangle in an inhuman fashion before one of the hands extends out for the meat, the other signing, "Thank you." <handspeech>

Thereafter, the morsel is brought up behind the screens to whatever maw lay behind her layers of obfuscations.

The talk of generational shepardry continuing remains unremarked upon by the shrouded figure, but the subtle angle changes of her head hint that she is paying attention.

Aryia takes the jerky, eyes a bit wide from the amount. A handful for a sith was almost three handfuls for a mul'neissa. She bows her head in appreciation, and moves the small pile to be in front of her. She frowns a bit at Vaera's observation, but she didn't have anything to add that wasn't productive. But she adds anyways.

"Happens a shit load in Charn, can tell you that," she soberly points out before shaking her head and changing topics. "I haven't seen you around lately. What have you been doing?" she motions towards Vaera as a foot extends outwards again, this time hooking Venom's heel with her own. <handspeech>

"I know." Vaera nods, and chuffs. She takes some more jerky out to chew on herself. "This, I have been out in Mictlan. And staying in a camp in the forest. I am used to that, so it is not a big deal. Aside from that, assisting thankless gnomes who have been poisoned, delivering prisoners of war to other nations, and helping with various jobs from the guild, many much smalled. Hunting, when I get the chance."

Venom contentedly munches on the jerky, and, signs a slow, "This is good." to get the compliment accross, then, flashes an inquisitive, "Elk?"

She shifts her posture a bit as her foot is snared beneath the table, and her head cocks a touch, but she doesn't 'say' anything.

She is a little hesitant to nod after the final exchange, and she does so after Vaera's word, and she signs a, "You've been busy." <handspeech>

Aryia nibbles on her dried strips as well, her nodding in agreement to augment Venom's insights on the food. She flashes a smile towards the veiled woman before gesturing herself, "That's a lot. Nice job." A compliment? From a mul? It couldn't have been genuine. But maybe it was..?

"Well, not that busy." Vaera replies, pauses, and chuffs. "I suppose it is busy enough. It's venison, not elk, smoked with oak wood."

Vaera seems to think a moment. "Did not do much of a good job about it. My archery has not been good for some time, and after a few recent maitenance sessions, the thunderbelcher has not worked quite right. Not your fault, Venom." She finishes quickly.

The shrouded one gives Aryia a look and nods, then turns back to Vaera on the musing of recent ranged outings. She brings another piece of venison to her mouth and starts to give it a thorough chewing while her hands sign in a response, "I'm still trying to crack the sigil blending. What has the weapon been doing wrong?" she asks. <handspeech>

Aryia directs her attention to Venom as they speak. Mostly to keep up the conversation. But also because she had no clue what they were speaking of. Her mind wandered some as she nibbled on the jerky.

"One of the gears in the assembly broke a tooth." She explains to Venom. "Problem is, it has more runes on it I don't know exactly how to translate. I have most of them translated, but not enough to reverse engineer the process."

Vaera sighs. "It still works, but sometimes the broken tooth catches, and I need to clear the weapon out to try again. Not exactly something you want to rely on in combat. I've been thinking, though. It's so complicated because of the folding mechanisms. without those, might be able to shrink the assembly down into something smaller. Like those dragonspitters I have seen gobbers showing off in the markets sometimes."

Venom lets out a sigh that ruffles her veil, then carefully sets the bits of jerky aside on the table to employ both hands in her reply, "You're not wrong. The extension mechanisms adds a lot of bulk." She thinks for a time, then adds, "The damaged sprocket can be recast. There are a few who can do it, quickly, for a price. I'd need to gather materials, first." <handspeech>

As talk begins to descend into so specifics, Aryia felt like she really couldn't keep up. She was interested, don't get her wrong, but she didn't want to sit there overlong. Besides, Venom looked like she was enjoying the talk. The elf shoves her share of the jerky into her pockets and releases Venom's foot. "I'm going to go work out. I'll see you two later."

She stands, gaze lingering on Venom for a beat too long before giving a hasty goodbye wave and leaving. As she left the front door and hung a right, she pauses a wall and covers her face with a hand. Aryia murmurs in a hiss, "Gr-c-f-l? Sh- th-nks -m gr-c-f-l..?" She makes a small flailing motion before scurrying off completely.
<Handspeech>

"If it was much sturdier, wouldn't be as much of a concern about reinforcing the barrel. Though it likely would not fly as forcefully or true. You told me about how it falls off quickly due to the weight, and less force would only make that worse." Vaera nods. "It could be recast, most likely. It's just that doing to be a part with artifice involved, wouldn't work right otherwise. Think it's something to do with priming the runes on the ammunition."

"Price, it is not that much of a concern, it is my livelihood, and all. And, the weapon does mean a lot to me."

"See you around maybe, Aryia." Vaera replies with a wave. She watches her leave, making sure she was gone before turning back to Venom. "Might be one of the least uptight Muls I've met. Only one still alive anyways." Vaera notes.

Venom lifts her head toward Aryia as she makes ready to leave. She gives a little nod at her words, and she replies, "Alright, have a good night!" She isn't aware of the expanded effects of her compliment, seems to be content with things as they lay with her friend's departure.

She looks back to Vaera as the Sith starts to elaborate her thoughts on the inner working of her weapon, "Another propulsion array could also work, if may behoove you to consider it if you're going to do such a massive reconfiguration, anyway." Her head cants and she asks, "Have you looked into any of the other systems?" <handspeech>

"I thought about it, but I figured that I want to figure how it works anyways." Vaera explains. "Another system would work, possibly, but it would mean needing another set of ammunition, which, at the end of the day, isn't that big of a problem. And well, it is something a bit personal, or meaningful, to me."

The red makari tilts her head slightly, and chews on some more jerky a moment. "Was there something you would recommend, yourself?"

Venom nods, signing a return of, "Nothing says you can't keep the original around to reverse engineer as you go." She dusts her hands off, then starts to sign anew, "It comes down to what you want, really."

That said, she folds her arms a moment and leans back, her cocked a little in thought.

A new sheet of paper accompanies one of her hands as they reemerge from their shroud and she takes up the pen with the other and begins to scribble something...

"That is true." Vaera nods. "If I wanted to do something, I would say, I want to make this my own. It is some manner of acceptance, perhaps."

The sith-makar shrugs, and chews on the last of her jerky, watching what the veiled woman was writing. "By the way, Venom. If Aryia is ever flustered like that, there's a pressure point around an a few centimeters behind a mul'niessa's ear. If you massage that, it relieves tension and helps them relax." She offers idly while she waits.

Venom's pen stops midline, ink starting to wick out into a tiny blot before it hastily withdraws and the shrouded woman's head lifts. She might be blinking as she's left a sparse begining of some sort of chambering design incomplete.

It takes a couple of seconds, but she finally brings herself together enough to ask, "On both sides?" <handspeech>

Vaera was watching curiously, and she turns her head upward as Venom stops. Her head tilted slightly, then she nods.

"Both sides, only need one though." Vaera explains. "That design is interesting. And it just seemed like something worth sharing."

Venom cocks her head a touch for a second then gives a little nod, "Thank you."

Alright.

Interesting.

Her attention returns to her design, now, she starts to scribe in a couple of those Kulthian formulae at three of the four corners, with Trade notes, then scribes in what is likely a trigger guard, though the protruding lever of the trigger itself, as well as the grip are left unrevealed.

She puts the pen away, and offers the sketch to Vaera, signing with the other hand, "This uses what I think may be related to what your current weapon uses as far as impulse. I left the externals alone, because you know what feels right in your hand. This is loose, just an idea, there is a lot more detail work required." <handspeech>

"You are welcome." Vaera nods back, before settling in to watch the work. She squints at some of the Kulthian script, but she didn't quite recognize all of it as she took the paper.

"This is for me? Thank you, I appreciate it, Venom." Vaera replies as she opens a journal, slipping the paper between a few pages to keep it safe. "The mechanism looks familiar, and I may be able to make something work." Vaera looks to the door herself. "Apologies, but I still need to purchase some fish from the market. I promised I would roast some fish for a few young ones back in Mictlan." She explains, standing up out of her seat. "Perhaps we could work out the detail work another time?"

Venom nods and gives a little thumbs up, "You're welcome." she signs, then pauses a moment and starts signing again, "We can. I don't expect a far ranging job for a little while. Perhaps we'll have time to work out your grip and get to the finer details. Thank you again for the jerky, and the advice, be safe!" <handspeech>

She gathers her remaining jerky near her long neglected cup, then starts to examine the notes of her previous project. There's still a number of pages to go through, and no telling how long the archivists will wait on them...

"That would be welcome. having grips properly made for my hands would be good." Vaera seems to agree. "You be safe as well, though you seem the sort to be careful."

With that, the tall makari offers a light bow, before she steps out the door with half clacking step. Seems like stopping at the guild had not been a waste that day.

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Emblem of Ea - Wednesday, September 01, 2021, 10:52 PM

Venom is at the Explorer's Guildhall, breaking down her notes from the mission that lead to the recover of the Reliquary of Azahi into a form the archivists can more easily process and has been for some time. Aryia arrives in her courier capacity, but soon notices Venom and moves to join her. Vaera, too, sees the congealing gathering and joins at the table. Both of the women are curious about Venom's notes, which involve Kulthian measures and formulae as her peculiar shorthand. Conversation then involves the mission in question, and note is made of Aryia's grace in the festivities, which flusters the Mul'niessa. The flow of things turns toward parental duty and rearing new generations, which is met by varied viewpoints. In time, Vaera's weapon difficulties come about once more, and the discussion leaves Aryia a little out of her comfort zone, and is soon departing with new perspectives to consider. The engineering confab continues, with some preliminary design work being traded with some advice about ways to set Mul'niessa at ease. Soon, Vaera must take her leave as well to see to other affairs, leaving Venom alone with her notes, and the gift of jerky to munch upon.

-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A05: Adventurer's Council, Great Hall *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-

As the phoenix is Alexandria's national symbol, so too has its Explorer's Council, often called the Adventurer's Council, risen from the ashes of its destruction.

Guards and mercenaries fill the interior of this huge building, one of the largest in its immediate area. Strong, metal walls divide its interior, crafting halls, briefing rooms and offices. A large space near the front has been set aside for mingling and stocked with comfortable chairs to wait in.

This area is catered by one of the Society of Arcanists' more famous chefs, a small lucht with a predilection for otherworldly cuisine and tentacle soup. Security here is as tight as it is anywhere in Alexandria, even more so now after its recent destruction. Sharp eyed sentinels and guards are ever-watchful and all manner of security contraption is said to be residing within the walls of the building. The walls are pristine for now, though not for long, and artfully decorated with murals depicting heroic adventure by members of all communities and races of the region.

The windows to the Council Hall are now stained glass, artfully decorated to depict famous moments in Alexandrian history, ranging from the death of Altima at the hands of the Phalanx Falcis at the end of the Sorceress Wars, to the city triumphantly emerging from the Mists to a changed world. Many spaces have been set aside for new stories to be added, with numerous tale yet to be written.

No matter how many times the Hall has been rebuilt, the statue in the front remains the same: a lone warrior facing off against what is presumably thought to be 'Cuddles the Otyugh Queen', with the Council's motto, below: Anything for the right price.

EXTRAS: +view

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Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a tired look about her.
Vaera 7'0" 262 Lb Sith-Makar Female A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.
Venom 5'6" 130 Lb Human Female A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.

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[Archives] Dun Morden War Stories
The Plank

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Out <O>

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Tonight is a reasonably quiet one, most of the available jobs have already been met with dispatched teams, with any remaining being so freshly struck to paper that the recruitment phase hasn't even been considered, yet.

In the atmosphere of relative silence, Venom is at work annotating a copy of her notes from the recent trip underground, primarily expanding the references into common trade format from her pidgin of Trade and Kulthian.

Her posture is of somewhat extreme slouch, thereby removing her veils from being a direct impediment to her work, whilst still serving their primary function; obscuring her features.

A carafe of some roasted bean beverage stands out of immediate arm's reach of the silent one, though a baked clay mug stands somewhat closer, though far from the stack of notes as she works.

From the entrance to the guildhall was that of an oddly quiet, yet still visually loud grey and white blur. A set of footfalls thud against the front counter, along with clang as a body stops a bit too late. A beat passes, and a scarred mul'neissa in simple clothing pops up to her feet, none the worse for wear. The person manning the counter stands up in surpise, "What is the meaning of thi-"

Aryia holds up a finger, bring her other arm up, and drops a small box on the counter with a piece of paper wrapped around it, secured by twine.

The receptionist glares at her, picking up the package and peeling off the paper. They quietly read aloud. "For deliver to the... and.... time sensi-" It shuts them up, them scooping up the box and hurrying off to the back. The shadow elf dusts her hands off and turns, ready to walk out before spotting a familiar shaded figure. A smile crests her lips and she slides on over uninvited.

She gives a chirpy wave as she sits down across from her.

Vaera had nothing to do in the city that day, but she was still in the city. So the dark red makari had made the explorer's guild a usual haunt of hers. But that day the listings were disappointingly sparse. Or pleasantly, as much of the business requested was for unfortunate reasons. So she looked around, finding a familiar veiled figure working nearby. A wooden leg clacks against the floor, signaling their approach, before they wheel around at the sound of elven footfalls, and an equally elven figure crashing into the counter. Vaera chuffs and shakes her head, standing near as Aryia walked over and sat into the chair. She offers a slight twitch of her hand that may have been a wave.

"Hello, Venom and Aryia. What are you working on today?" They ask, glancing to the papers.

Venom's head comes up at the tromp of feet, swivelling along to the incoming side just in time to get passed and so she has to reverse transome. It's about as she whips her head back to the other side that the toll of Aryia's meeting with the counter reaches her ears.

If she's blinking, the veil's are doing a great job hiding it. As it is, when Aryia sits down, she offers a little fingerwave, then gestures toward the carafe and cocks her head.

"How are you?" she signs, but doesn't press about the business itself. Business is business, and somethings secrets are business.

Her heave pivots toward the uneven sound of Vaera's approach and she gives a little wave, repeating her query as the redscale settles in, as well as the gesture toward the drink container.

The question about her notes isn't exactly secret, though her raw notes are a unique mix of at least two languages, and her hands frame her response of, "Clarifying my notes for the archivists." <handspeech>

Aryia smiles warmly at the question. "Pretty good!" she gestures with one hand smacking into the other. "And yourself?"

She looks up at Vaera, the smile waning a touch, but she too receives a wave of greeting. The mention of the papers directs her attention towards that. And the fact that Venom wasn't hiding it makes the elf lean forward on her elbows, peering at the pages. It is very, very clear that she has no idea what she was looking at, nor even recognizing anything that wasn't Tradespeak. Akin to a puppy, she tilts her head far to the side.

"I think I recognize some of the words." Vaera nods along once she is finished investigating some of the papers. She walks some more, sitting down in a chair opposite of Aryia. All the better to keep her in view, just in case. "The guild doesn't like it when I write in draconic, but my tradespeak is not the cleanest looking." The red makari continues. "Kulthian, right? I have been reading up some on it, where I could. What is available at least, doesn't seem to be particularly popular at the libraries."

Venom nods, her hand flicking a quick, "Alright so far, thanks." and straightens up a bit so people can get a better look at her work, "These are my notes from the underground temple. There were musicians with us who were able to translate the music, but I couldn't. I don't have those notes." A shrug raises her poncho a smidge.

Vaera's question prompts a nod and she replies, "Yes. It uses less space to describe certain things, but, no, it has a stigma." <handspeech>

Aryia makes a very faint 'ah' sound, recalling that particular adventure. The one that basically cemented their friendship. "That place was really weird. Dancing. To open a door."

The memory of her busting a move plays across her mind, face dusting crimson. She coughs into a fist. Though she looks curiously on despite having zero comprehension. <Handspeech>

"An underground temple? Most I know of are above ground, unless you are dealing with Khazad, or less than pleasant people." Vaera replies, somewhat curious. "I have learned a few notes about Kulthian. It is much calculations as it is actual words, so it is hard to pick up. Music, I learned a bit, back home. Not much."

The admittance of Aryia makes her tilt her head. "Dancing can bring back memories, but opening a door is certainly a strange use for it. It is not something to be embarassed of however, as the intent and meaning is the most important part."

Venom''s hand lifts to gently brush the crook of a finger along the line of an elvish cheekbone and she nods to Aryia. Her head swivels to Vaera as she speaks and she gives another nod, "It was a buried, and very..." she hesitates, "different, than I was expecting."

Then, with a hand held directly before Aryia, she signs a single word, "Graceful." <handspeech>

Aryia blinks at the grazing gesture, her smile morphing into a bashful one as she rubs her neck. Face only to grow further red at the compliment. She had no words for the present time, and busied herself with trying to comprehend the language in front of her (she couldn't.)

Vaera blinks, and looks to the shrouded woman. She was fairly certain it was not another Mul'niessa. The makari chuffs. "Long buried things have a way of losing their original history. It is why it is best passed down through the generations, so the purpose is not lost." Vaera replies. It was not her business to pry, though it was still curious. "I would be more surprised to find a non graceful mul'niessa. At least in movements."

Venom is.... probably not Mul'niessa.

She seems content with the response she garners from Aryia, and she nods before looking to Vaera once more, her hands coming up to parse her reply, "Sometimes, buries secrets build in power." she returns.

THere's a look back to see the crimson tinge along Aryia's features, and she starts to sign anew, "Perhaps." she concedes. <handspeech>

Aryia rubs at her face a bit, restoring the grey color that was once there. A final, lofty exhale sets her back in the now. She gives a small nod at Venom's observation. "Things not seen have time to grow. Why do you think some mul'neissa build cities underground?" she points out, looking up at Vaera before shrugging. "Sildanyar are like that." <Handspeech>

"Because limited food stores let nobles have control over the populace." Vaera hisses in another tongue. But then she just shakes her head. "There is just as much power in sharing knowledge over time, adding to it and growing. Hoarding of knowledge is stagnation. At least that is how this one always saw it."

"If no one teaches the next generation what they need to survive, then they may well be the last. But perhaps some simply cannot be trusted with certain secrets, which I understand." <Draconic>

She does nod back to Aryia. "Yes, something about Elves. The way their muscles function or something like that. Seems Venom liked your dancing, for certain."

The veiled woman signs, "Hoarding information also consolidates power."

An early, long session lesson for Venom, perhaps, but, she glances down at her notes and starts to shuffle pages to bring forth the appropriate raws to go with the next phase in her decryption.

Once that's organized, her hands start to gesture in a new chain, "Some see the next generation as a threat." <handspeech>

Vaera's observation makes Aryia blink, her glancing up to the redscale and back to Venom. And yet again, just as she got herself back to nominal, crimson washed out the grey once more. She just buries her face into her hands as her forehead makes a muted 'thunk' against the table.

"It does, but that is the fault of the untrustworthy." Vaera replies, and chuffs again. "If the next generation is seen as a threat, then that is setting up for eventual failure and fall. Maybe it is different among other races."

"She looks to Aryia, shakes her head. She could rouse her if she wished, but it was best not to. "Apologies, that seems to have been too much, Aryia. I thought it was clear by actions and Venom's speaking." She adds.

Venom doesn't refute Vaera's observation. Her posture isn't one of concession, but perhaps something she'd thought had all the angles sufficiently covered. Instead, her attention turns toward the 'thunk', clear by the angle of her head. A glance back toward Vaera, then her hand extends to gently smooth the crown of Aryia's hair in silence.

Aryia is about to reengage with the conversation, but soon she finds a gloved hand resting against her head. The elf's frame goes slack, a content sigh spilling forward. She gestures blindly in the vague direction of Vaera. She waves off the apology before mentioning, "I don't know much about mul'neissa generational things, so I don't know what to add there." <Handspeech>

Vaera shrugs, and leans back in the chair, to let the veiled woman tend to the mul'niessa. She taps her wooden foot against the floor and drums two clawed hands against the table, perhaps to ensure it was obvious she was not the hand over her hair. She reads the hands, and chuffs.

"Depends what caste you're from. Not the way makari castes are. Still, it matters how much one trusts their children. But other races seem much less centralized in their groups. In Am'shere, a family is as much the village as it is your parents."

Venom doesn't linger there, overlong, but her hand does withdraw once Aryia commits to signing in reply to Vaera. Her attention turns that way as well, and she gives a little shrug, not seeming ready to challenge the assertion, here.

Once the hand withdraws, only then does Aryia rise. There is a tiiiiny pout that the attention ended, but mostly a smile remained. A boot reaches out lightly tap Venom's leg while she directs her attention to Vaera.

"To be completely honest, I am the worst fucking person to strike conversation about raising kids and learning from parents about," she bluntly motions, propping her still slightly tinted face up on a hand. <Handspeech>

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20: (11): 11

"Are you? I've known some bad ones." Vaera shrugs, and shakes her head. "I am sorry if it is a bad subject. But you cannot say that, as I do not think you have had any. Regardless."

Vaera shrugs, and rifles through her coat. "Would either you like any jerky? I made it a few days ago, so it is still quite fresh."

The veiled woman is not about to chime in on this one, it seems, though there is the slight cock of her head at the touch to her leg. A soft scuff of her tread shifting against the floor and there is a tap in return.

There is a consideration of the offer, particularly as a muted squawk emanates from somewhere beneath the poncho and with a slight slouch of her posture, she signs a quick, "Please." <handspeech>

Aryia's smile returns at the return tap, making the next bit of signs easier to bring forth. "You're right, I don't. Parents nor children," she mentions, a shred of new information to Venom.

The elf perks up just like Venom, her nodding. "Yes please." All that running earlier worked up appetite.

The comment makes Vaera shake her head, tail flicking a bit to the side. "None should grow up without parents, even Mul'niessa." She say before she pulls out two large handfuls of jerky from the coat, offering one to each seated figure. "But it happens."

Venom brings her hands up underneath her veils for a time, and there is the hiss and rattle of buckles being loosed, and the silhouettes beneath the shroud dangle in an inhuman fashion before one of the hands extends out for the meat, the other signing, "Thank you." <handspeech>

Thereafter, the morsel is brought up behind the screens to whatever maw lay behind her layers of obfuscations.

The talk of generational shepardry continuing remains unremarked upon by the shrouded figure, but the subtle angle changes of her head hint that she is paying attention.

Aryia takes the jerky, eyes a bit wide from the amount. A handful for a sith was almost three handfuls for a mul'neissa. She bows her head in appreciation, and moves the small pile to be in front of her. She frowns a bit at Vaera's observation, but she didn't have anything to add that wasn't productive. But she adds anyways.

"Happens a shit load in Charn, can tell you that," she soberly points out before shaking her head and changing topics. "I haven't seen you around lately. What have you been doing?" she motions towards Vaera as a foot extends outwards again, this time hooking Venom's heel with her own. <handspeech>

"I know." Vaera nods, and chuffs. She takes some more jerky out to chew on herself. "This, I have been out in Mictlan. And staying in a camp in the forest. I am used to that, so it is not a big deal. Aside from that, assisting thankless gnomes who have been poisoned, delivering prisoners of war to other nations, and helping with various jobs from the guild, many much smalled. Hunting, when I get the chance."

Venom contentedly munches on the jerky, and, signs a slow, "This is good." to get the compliment accross, then, flashes an inquisitive, "Elk?"

She shifts her posture a bit as her foot is snared beneath the table, and her head cocks a touch, but she doesn't 'say' anything.

She is a little hesitant to nod after the final exchange, and she does so after Vaera's word, and she signs a, "You've been busy." <handspeech>

Aryia nibbles on her dried strips as well, her nodding in agreement to augment Venom's insights on the food. She flashes a smile towards the veiled woman before gesturing herself, "That's a lot. Nice job." A compliment? From a mul? It couldn't have been genuine. But maybe it was..?

"Well, not that busy." Vaera replies, pauses, and chuffs. "I suppose it is busy enough. It's venison, not elk, smoked with oak wood."

Vaera seems to think a moment. "Did not do much of a good job about it. My archery has not been good for some time, and after a few recent maitenance sessions, the thunderbelcher has not worked quite right. Not your fault, Venom." She finishes quickly.

The shrouded one gives Aryia a look and nods, then turns back to Vaera on the musing of recent ranged outings. She brings another piece of venison to her mouth and starts to give it a thorough chewing while her hands sign in a response, "I'm still trying to crack the sigil blending. What has the weapon been doing wrong?" she asks. <handspeech>

Aryia directs her attention to Venom as they speak. Mostly to keep up the conversation. But also because she had no clue what they were speaking of. Her mind wandered some as she nibbled on the jerky.

"One of the gears in the assembly broke a tooth." She explains to Venom. "Problem is, it has more runes on it I don't know exactly how to translate. I have most of them translated, but not enough to reverse engineer the process."

Vaera sighs. "It still works, but sometimes the broken tooth catches, and I need to clear the weapon out to try again. Not exactly something you want to rely on in combat. I've been thinking, though. It's so complicated because of the folding mechanisms. without those, might be able to shrink the assembly down into something smaller. Like those dragonspitters I have seen gobbers showing off in the markets sometimes."

Venom lets out a sigh that ruffles her veil, then carefully sets the bits of jerky aside on the table to employ both hands in her reply, "You're not wrong. The extension mechanisms adds a lot of bulk." She thinks for a time, then adds, "The damaged sprocket can be recast. There are a few who can do it, quickly, for a price. I'd need to gather materials, first." <handspeech>

As talk begins to descend into so specifics, Aryia felt like she really couldn't keep up. She was interested, don't get her wrong, but she didn't want to sit there overlong. Besides, Venom looked like she was enjoying the talk. The elf shoves her share of the jerky into her pockets and releases Venom's foot. "I'm going to go work out. I'll see you two later."

She stands, gaze lingering on Venom for a beat too long before giving a hasty goodbye wave and leaving. As she left the front door and hung a right, she pauses a wall and covers her face with a hand. Aryia murmurs in a hiss, "Gr-c-f-l? Sh- th-nks -m gr-c-f-l..?" She makes a small flailing motion before scurrying off completely.
<Handspeech>

"If it was much sturdier, wouldn't be as much of a concern about reinforcing the barrel. Though it likely would not fly as forcefully or true. You told me about how it falls off quickly due to the weight, and less force would only make that worse." Vaera nods. "It could be recast, most likely. It's just that doing to be a part with artifice involved, wouldn't work right otherwise. Think it's something to do with priming the runes on the ammunition."

"Price, it is not that much of a concern, it is my livelihood, and all. And, the weapon does mean a lot to me."

"See you around maybe, Aryia." Vaera replies with a wave. She watches her leave, making sure she was gone before turning back to Venom. "Might be one of the least uptight Muls I've met. Only one still alive anyways." Vaera notes.

Venom lifts her head toward Aryia as she makes ready to leave. She gives a little nod at her words, and she replies, "Alright, have a good night!" She isn't aware of the expanded effects of her compliment, seems to be content with things as they lay with her friend's departure.

She looks back to Vaera as the Sith starts to elaborate her thoughts on the inner working of her weapon, "Another propulsion array could also work, if may behoove you to consider it if you're going to do such a massive reconfiguration, anyway." Her head cants and she asks, "Have you looked into any of the other systems?" <handspeech>

"I thought about it, but I figured that I want to figure how it works anyways." Vaera explains. "Another system would work, possibly, but it would mean needing another set of ammunition, which, at the end of the day, isn't that big of a problem. And well, it is something a bit personal, or meaningful, to me."

The red makari tilts her head slightly, and chews on some more jerky a moment. "Was there something you would recommend, yourself?"

Venom nods, signing a return of, "Nothing says you can't keep the original around to reverse engineer as you go." She dusts her hands off, then starts to sign anew, "It comes down to what you want, really."

That said, she folds her arms a moment and leans back, her cocked a little in thought.

A new sheet of paper accompanies one of her hands as they reemerge from their shroud and she takes up the pen with the other and begins to scribble something...

"That is true." Vaera nods. "If I wanted to do something, I would say, I want to make this my own. It is some manner of acceptance, perhaps."

The sith-makar shrugs, and chews on the last of her jerky, watching what the veiled woman was writing. "By the way, Venom. If Aryia is ever flustered like that, there's a pressure point around an a few centimeters behind a mul'niessa's ear. If you massage that, it relieves tension and helps them relax." She offers idly while she waits.

Venom's pen stops midline, ink starting to wick out into a tiny blot before it hastily withdraws and the shrouded woman's head lifts. She might be blinking as she's left a sparse begining of some sort of chambering design incomplete.

It takes a couple of seconds, but she finally brings herself together enough to ask, "On both sides?" <handspeech>

Vaera was watching curiously, and she turns her head upward as Venom stops. Her head tilted slightly, then she nods.

"Both sides, only need one though." Vaera explains. "That design is interesting. And it just seemed like something worth sharing."

Venom cocks her head a touch for a second then gives a little nod, "Thank you."

Alright.

Interesting.

Her attention returns to her design, now, she starts to scribe in a couple of those Kulthian formulae at three of the four corners, with Trade notes, then scribes in what is likely a trigger guard, though the protruding lever of the trigger itself, as well as the grip are left unrevealed.

She puts the pen away, and offers the sketch to Vaera, signing with the other hand, "This uses what I think may be related to what your current weapon uses as far as impulse. I left the externals alone, because you know what feels right in your hand. This is loose, just an idea, there is a lot more detail work required." <handspeech>

"You are welcome." Vaera nods back, before settling in to watch the work. She squints at some of the Kulthian script, but she didn't quite recognize all of it as she took the paper.

"This is for me? Thank you, I appreciate it, Venom." Vaera replies as she opens a journal, slipping the paper between a few pages to keep it safe. "The mechanism looks familiar, and I may be able to make something work." Vaera looks to the door herself. "Apologies, but I still need to purchase some fish from the market. I promised I would roast some fish for a few young ones back in Mictlan." She explains, standing up out of her seat. "Perhaps we could work out the detail work another time?"

Venom nods and gives a little thumbs up, "You're welcome." she signs, then pauses a moment and starts signing again, "We can. I don't expect a far ranging job for a little while. Perhaps we'll have time to work out your grip and get to the finer details. Thank you again for the jerky, and the advice, be safe!" <handspeech>

She gathers her remaining jerky near her long neglected cup, then starts to examine the notes of her previous project. There's still a number of pages to go through, and no telling how long the archivists will wait on them...

"That would be welcome. having grips properly made for my hands would be good." Vaera seems to agree. "You be safe as well, though you seem the sort to be careful."

With that, the tall makari offers a light bow, before she steps out the door with half clacking step. Seems like stopping at the guild had not been a waste that day.

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==2020 Logs==
===January===
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|January 03, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 6]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]], [[Rhar]]
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|January 4, 2020
|[[I've Had Enough]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Clay]], [[Quilani]], [[Garakos]], [[Acedia]]
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|January 06, 2020
|[[Tiny Fish Thief]]
|[[Aria]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shin]], [[Quilani]]
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|[[The Brothers Irla]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Klaus]], [[Shin]]
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|[[I've Had Enough, Part 2]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Quilani]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 07, 2020
|[[The Wisdom of Tea]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 08, 2020
|[[In which there is curry]]
|[[Geir]], [[Kaj]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Questioning Menel]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
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|January 09, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]]
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|January 10, 2020
|[[Mission for Fish]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|January 11, 2020
|[[In which there is resolve to help]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Iskanadar]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 12, 2020
|[[The Taste Forgotten]]
|[[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Jaen]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[The Gourmand: Brain Soup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Herne]], [[Kaydin]], [[Lillianath]], [[Stena]], [[Davienne]] (GM)
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|January 13, 2020
|[[Amoxtli (Part 2)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Gregor]], [[Iuitl]]
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|January 14, 2020
|[[Don't Be Afraid]]
|[[Atleti]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Menel]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Aftermath of Madness]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Reva]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Names and Meanings]]
|[[Menel]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 15, 2020
|[[Day at the Fair]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Karasu]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Assumptions]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Bennet]], [[Etan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Garden of Thought]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Karasu]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kerbasi]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
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|[[Bills Come Due]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyin]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Shizin]], [[Volund]]
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|January 16, 2020
|[[Slippery Slope]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Kerbasi]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[The Flayed Man part 3]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Verna]], [[Olek]]
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|January 20, 2020
|[[Say my Name]]
|[[Azog]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Skribbles]], [[Volund]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|January 21, 2020
|[[Cryo 1, arrival Alexandria]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Gregor]]
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|January 22, 2020
|[[Cryo 2, Rain on Redridge]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Munch]], [[Arngrim]]
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|[[An Overture (Part 5)]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
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|January 23, 2020
|[[Star Warrior]]
|[[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Xasany]], [[Garrett]]
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|[[The Flayed Man Part 5]]
|[[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]] (DM: Whirlpool)
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|January 24, 2020
|[[Ancient Spark]]
|[[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Herne]], [[Ignis]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Darkness and Dragons Oh My!]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Razen]], [[Toha]], [[Valadhiel]]
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|[[Fireside Soup]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Burai]], [[Tenoc]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Kaydin]], [[Sandy]]
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|January 25, 2020
|[[Fairy Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]]
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|[[Lower Market Meetings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Murder]], [[Garrett]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ignis]], [[Iskandar]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 7]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
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|January 26, 2020
|[[Tails and Tales]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
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|January 27, 2020
|[[Vardaman Alcolve]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|[[Messy Market]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Stirling]], [[Mikilos]]
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|January 28, 2020
|[[Fireside Tails]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[Live and Let Die]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Asmli]], [[Ezil]], [[Elyanna]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|January 29, 2020
|[[Innocence Lost]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Iuitl]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
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|[[Tree Punching]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Garrett]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|[[Wayward Discussions]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]]
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|January 30, 2020
|[[A hand or two]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Dancing Sights]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
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|[[Pub Night]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Garrett]], [[Strike]]
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|January 31, 2020
|[[Questioning Zak]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
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|[[Clutching Mother]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]]
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|[[Caste Ceremony]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Zeke]]
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===February===
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{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2020
|[[Ice Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tirrynelth]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Caim]]
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|February 2, 2020
|[[Snowball Colosseum]]
|[[Azog]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Choler]], [[Caim]]
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|February 3, 2020
|[[In which they share the past]]
|[[Geir]], [[Iuitl]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Skeletal Ship]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]]
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|February 4, 2020
|[[Pride of Silvermoon]]
|[[Duncan]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Toha]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Hunting Humans]]
|[[Wyniko]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]]
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|February 5, 2020
|[[Learning Never Ends]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
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|[[Redridge Fishing]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Durrankar]]
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|February 6, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 6]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
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|[[Dreams and Dinner]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]]
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|February 7, 2020
|[[How many casts does it take?]]
|[[Merek]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 8]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Much]]
|-
|
|[[Good cup, Bad cup]]
|[[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, part 1]]
|[[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 8, 2020
|[[Eel Soup]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tarragon]], [[Caim]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Tarragon]]
|-
|
|[[Unlocked Mind]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Garrett]]
|-
|February 9, 2020
|[[Sandskipper Shanghai]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Asmli]], [[Durgash]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Fire]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Hubert]], [[Durgash]], [[Felicia]]
|-
|February 10, 2020
|[[Hand of Ardtan]]
|[[Nels]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Drumming]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Arisha]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 11, 2020
|[[Demons Over Easy]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 12, 2020
|[[Goblin Gathering]]
|[[Murder]], [[Namira]], [[Azog]], [[Munch]], [[Garrett]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|February 13, 2020
|[[A Midwinter Day's Play]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Svarshan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mae]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 7]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
|February 14, 2020
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 9]]
|[[Garak]], [[Kore]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Community Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Serraphine]], [[Mel]], [[Shin]], [[Acedia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Nasirri]], [[Svarshan]], [[Kaydin]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn, partial 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Shara]], [[Ezil]], [[Shin]]
|-
|February 15, 2020
|[[White Glove Treatment]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Durgash]], [[Charlotte]]
|-
|
|[[Crowbite Company]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Durgash]], [[Namira]]
|-
|February 16, 2020
|[[Snow Proposal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shagara]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Steel-Belting]]
|[[Kaelyn]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Raethon]]
|-
|February 17, 2020
|[[Ashlee to Ashes]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|February 18, 2020
|[[Speaker Dance]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Wyniko]]
|-
|
|[[Fernwood Conversations]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Caim]], [[Amythyst]], [[Iskandar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Krom]]
|-
|February 19, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 8]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|February 20, 2020
|[[At the Hall of the Mountain Mage]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|
|[[Don't Pay the Ferryman]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are Better Kept Within]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 21, 2020
|[[Rock the World]]
|[[Azog]], [[Murder]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Felicia]], [[Merek]], [[Jedrek]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Shin]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hold my Beer]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 22, 2020
|[[Market Day]]
|[[Azog]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Mae]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shin]], [[Toshsio]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|February 23, 2020
|[[Head's Up]]
|[[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaydin]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|February 24, 2020
|[[Marvelous Secrets and Marvelous Toys]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Vardo and the Pool]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Arynne]], [[Merek]], [[Wyniko]], [[Kaydin]], [[Kaelyn]]
|-
|February 25, 2020
|[[That which follows you]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Etan]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Amythyst]], [[Halani]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]]
|-
|February 26, 2020
|[[Iron Booking]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Songs at Starlight]]
|[[Shara]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|February 27, 2020
|[[Red Velvet Cake]]
|[[Khogh-Dorahl]], [[Kisaiya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kaelyn]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|
|[[Better down where it's Wetter]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Amythyst]]
|-
|February 28, 2020
|[[Clothing and Red Capes]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Poc]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Shin]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|February 29, 2020
|[[Bread and Ancestors]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Azog]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[Hard Lessons]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Poc]], [[Selia]]
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|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|March 2, 2020
|[[Youngling at Heart]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|
|[[Unfaithful of Taara]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Svarshan]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot off the Punches]]
|[[Chay]], [[Zeke]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Azog]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]]
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|
|[[Whip Wiles]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lysos]], [[Nels]], [[Strike]]
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|
|[[Blood and Vodka]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
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|
|[[Honesty Is the Best Policy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
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|March 3, 2020
|[[The Revolution Begins]]
|[[Aya]], [[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
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|[[Winter Worg]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Felicia]], [[Nels]]
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|March 4, 2020
|[[Wing Things]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Aya]], [[Nels]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Deanna]], [[Elleandra]], [[Garrett]], [[Aodhan]]
|-
|March 5, 2020
|[[Poc goes to Goblintown]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]], [[Acedia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Garrett]], [[Poc]], [[Shym'r]], [[Aodhan]], [[Zant]]
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|
|[[Humanufacted Nethercite]]
|[[Nels]], [[Ezil]], [[Daechir]], [[Zant]], [[Zapolklnex]] as GM
|-
|March 6, 2020
|[[Ghosts and Ancestors in the Library]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Poc]]
|-
|March 7, 2020
|[[Fears by Firelight]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Can you dig it?]]
|[[Hubert]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Nels]], [[Bruhai]]
|-
|
|[[PrP: Goblin Guards Gone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Nels]], [[Poc]], [[Shin]]
|-
|March 8, 2020
|[[Despair and Ale]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elleandra]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Schlocky Terror Magic Show]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Nels]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Elleandra]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 9, 2020
|[[Marks that Made Us]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|
|[[Underfed Returns!]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]]
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| March 10, 2020
|[[Resilience]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Nels]], [[Stirling]]
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| March 11, 2020
|[[Survival and Prosperity]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
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| March 12, 2020
|[[The Revolution is questioned]]
|[[Garakos]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Khazad Komfort Fhood]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Pelka]]
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|
|[[The Flayed Man part 10]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]]
|-
| March 13, 2020
|[[A suspicious treasure map]]
|[[Poc]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
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|
|[[Merkabah - The Glowing Lake]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Lawson]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 11]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
| March 14, 2020
|[[Practice Cake]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]], [[Nels]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
| March 15, 2020
|[[A Matter of Taste - In the Dryad's Grove]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Masamya]]
|-
|
|[[Bandit Turnover]]
|[[Nels]], [[Lysos]], [[Skribbles]], [[Edinaz]], [[Poc]]
|-
| March 16, 2020
|[[Two Corpses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]]
|-
|
|[[Two Graves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Rough Research in the Library]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Ezil]]
|-
| March 17, 2020
|[[Veggie Delight]]
|[[Strike]], [[Nels]], [[Burai]], [[Ezil]],[[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 18, 2020
|[[Merkabah - The Crashed Airship, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ezil]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Namira]], [[Acedia]]
|-
| March 19, 2020
|[[Hermit Rescue]]
|[[Skribbles]], [[Klaus]], [[Caranthir]], [[Hubert]],[[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Calzone]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Asmli]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Konstance]], [[Sasha]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Nels]], [[Etan]], [[Konstance]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|March 20, 2020
|[[Like a Good Comrade]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Asmli]], [[Strike]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 12]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Hedozu: Dangerous Fugitive]]
|[[Klaus]], [[Foxx]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 21, 2020
|[[Gearing Up Part 1]]
|[[Mel]], [[Tarragon]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Sargon]] (DM: Seldan)
|-
|
|[[Death of the Winter King]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Krom]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Byvinodr]]
|-
|March 22, 2020
|[[Wood and Sandwiches]]
|[[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Vampires of Veyshan]]
|[[Merek]], [[Arynne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|March 23, 2020
|[[Shallow Heart]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]], [[Azog]], [[Lysos]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Durrankar]], [[Ezil]], [[Merek]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|March 24, 2020
|[[Rent and Repair]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Dorne]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Beat Home Cookin' pt2]]
|[[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zant]]
|-
|March 25, 2020
|[[Catching Kami]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 14)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Klaus]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|
|[[Water Spider]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Durrankar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|March 26, 2020
|[[Wiser Eyes Please]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]], [[Asmli]], [[Un'eth]], [[Azog]], [[Aetheras]], [[Elleandra]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Konstance]], [[Shagara]]
|-
|March 27, 2020
|[[In which there is nearly a fight]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Sorscha]], [[Strike]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mere Ember]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Gilead's Horn Part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Shara]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[A Mountainous Exploration Part 13]]
|[[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Olek]], [[Stjepan]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|March 28, 2020
|[[You look terrible]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Flicker of Memory]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zant]], [[Strike]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 29, 2020
|[[My Cihuaa]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Good Intentions]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Merkabah - The Abominable Factory, pt 2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Etan]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Shilde]], [[Elleandra]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|March 30, 2020
|[[White-Flower, You are Here. Now]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Revolution is Delayed]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Konstance]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Follow the Priest]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Lanier]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Sasa]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|March 31, 2020
|[[Casting and listening]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[Helplessness]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[You Don't Belong Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Knight to Catch Up]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Kaiju Hunt!]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2020
|[[Are we still friends?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 2, 2020
|[[A Message from your Mother]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], [[Lanier]], [[Seldan]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 11]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Ezil]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 3, 2020
|[[Kaiju Hunt! Part 2 - finale]]
|[[Olek]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 4, 2020
|[[In the Market for Murder]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lanier]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|
|[[Same Sad Song]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Murdering Menel, take two]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 5, 2020
|[[Concerning Oozes and Weddings]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Price of Progress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidan]], [[Zant]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[What Else Do You Know?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|April 6, 2020
|[[Follow the Priest (Part 2)]]
|[[Dorne]], [[Gareth]], [[Nels]], [[Zapolklnex]]
|-
|
|[[What shall we do with a broken bloodline]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halanaestra]], [[Karasu]], [[Darius]], [[Zant]], [[Acedia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Let's Go]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cyrosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[No Gifts!]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Echo]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 7, 2020
|[[Death is the Beginning]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Farewell Fernwood]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 2)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2020
|[[Schrodinger's Letter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Konstance]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|April 9, 2020
|[[Fae Spring Break]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Zant]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Nice Night For Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Konstance]], [[Zant]], [[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 12]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Olek]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 10, 2020
|[[What Should I Feel]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Knocking Sense]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 11, 2020
|[[Calamari Calamity]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 12, 2020
|[[Out in the Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Epic Library Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Full Moon's Light]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Pelka]], [[Zapolklnex]], [[Merek]], [[Lanier]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 13, 2020
|[[Quick Beat]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[For The Love Of]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|April 14, 2020
|[[Pushing It]]
|[[Choler]], [[Asmli]]
|-
|
|[[Dated References]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 3)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Boshter]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 15, 2020
|[[House Guest]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[True Death]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Coconut Spider]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Burai]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 16)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Nasrin]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|April 16, 2020
|[[You Are Cordially Invited]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 13]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|April 17, 2020
|[[Only the End]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 18, 2020
|[[I Will Move The Heavens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Storm's Edge]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|April 19, 2020
|[[What Lies Beneath]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Elleandra]], [[Halani]], [[Jasper]], [[Murder]], [[Merek]], [[Pelka]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Rough for You (Part 4)]]
|[[Alba]], [[Durrankar]], [[Kira]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 20, 2020
|[[Do The Gods Answer?]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Zant]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 21, 2020
|[[Let it all out]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Geir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 22, 2020
|[[In which there are Questions and Answers]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Gareth]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Fungal Roots]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Jozi]], [[Sabina]], [[Sargon]]
|-
|April 23, 2020
|[[Cold Comfort]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Air and Darkness (Part 2)]]
|[[Darius]], [[Garak]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|April 24, 2020
|[[Monsters of a Feather]]
|[[Elena]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Crossroads of Confusion]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Durrankar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Kaydin]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|April 25, 2020
|[[Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Mortals]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Arrivals]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Ghost of a Clue]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|April 26, 2020
|[[Healing around the Temples]]
|[[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Elleandra]], [[Toha]], [[Malik]], [[Konstance]]
|-
|
|[[Elly's Wedding Dress]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Garrett]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fa7an]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|April 27, 2020
|[[Yet the Soul Obeys]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Aftershock|Carissa Padaryn]]
|-
|April 28, 2020
|[[Sisterlizzy Advice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Sweet Dreams Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Where We Dare Not Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Darius]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Kira]], [[Lanier]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 29, 2020
|[[Conversations over Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Lysos]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Become as You Are]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|April 30, 2020
|[[In the Market for Souls]]
|[[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Darius]], [[Kira]], [[Kravar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Moving in with Mikilos]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 14]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Darius]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2020
|[[Given the Boots]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Along Came a Sith]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Sora]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 2, 2020
|[[Shadows and Sunlight]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zant]]
|-
|
|[[The Monk Who Sold His Fireball]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Shadow Rises In The East]]
|[[Verna]], [[Karasu]], [[Elena]], [[Asmli]], [[Lysos]], [[Pelka]], [[Darius]]
|-
|May 3, 2020
|[[Down in Goblintown]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Garak]], [[Ashes]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Track Down This Murderer]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Malik]], [[Jasper]], [[Quilani]], [[Serene]], [[Auranar]], [[Hun'rar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Konstance]], [[Elleandra]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|May 4, 2020
|[[See No Evil]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[An Overture (Part 19)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Davienne]], [[Skribbles]]
|-
|May 5, 2020
|[[Living Dead Girl]]
|[[Verna]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Metal Gobber]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 6, 2020
|[[Everything I Do]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Snack talk]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt4]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 7, 2020
|[[Snack talk (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 15]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Getting to Know You]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[So Many Oozes, So Little Time]]
|[[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Halani]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 8, 2020
|[[In the Shadows of Salina]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|May 9, 2020
|[[Bearding the Demon]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Lanier]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2020
|[[Preparing for Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Endless Winter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 12, 2020
|[[Snack Talk (part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Elena]], [[Bannon]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt5]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|May 13, 2020
|[[Endless Winter (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Rescuing the Prisoners (Part 2)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Halani]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 14, 2020
|[[Springtime Thaw]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Zeke]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Around the Fountain]]
|[[Halani]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Garak]]
|-
|May 15, 2020
|[[Sudden Cold Snap]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome House Guest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt3]]
|[[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 16, 2020
|[[Wash Maids]]
|[[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[In between Answers and Argument]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Snack Talk (part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Elena]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Security Upgrade]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 17, 2020
|[[Only Time]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Rocky Returns]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Friends Family Forgiveness]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Kira]]
|-
|May 18, 2020
|[[Lakeside Chat]]
|[[Menel]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 19, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 20, 2020
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 2)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Choler]], [[Elena]]
|-
|
|[[The Search Resumes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie??]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Rocky]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 22, 2020
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt4]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 23, 2020
|[[Proposal]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 24, 2020
|[[Waiting for Zeke]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aya]], [[Garrett]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|May 25, 2020
|[[The Hunters Return]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Sandy Fails to Punch Someone]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Zeke]], [[Sandy]], [[Ronin]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 26, 2020
|[[Settling slander]]
|[[Ronin]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[In which she still lives]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt6]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|May 27, 2020
|[[(Mostly) Girl Talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Vacation (Part 3)]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Elena]]
|-
|May 28, 2020
|[[Ezil Returns]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 16]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 29, 2020
|[[In Search of Stories]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[In which there's something inside]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt5]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Elena]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|May 30, 2020
|[[Run Away]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Verna]], [[Toha]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|May 31, 2020
|[[OK... New Plan]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Hunting]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dark Market]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2020
|[[Talking Back]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt2]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 02, 2020
|[[New Around Here]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Hate to Go]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Underwater]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Toha]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt7]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|June 03, 2020
|[[Counting Corpses]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Biting the Hand]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Why?]]
|[[Kira]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|June 04, 2020
|[[Flayed Man 17|The Flayed Man, Part 17]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Whirlpool|Whirlpool as ST]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part two)]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Goblintown Cleanse]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Ashes]], [[Toha]]
|-
|June 06, 2020
|[[Golem Party]]
|[[MAC-B1G]], [[Toha]], [[Victor]]
|-
|June 07, 2020
|[[Back to Silvermoon]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 08, 2020
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt3]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 09, 2020
|[[Box of Wine]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2020
|[[The Healing Touch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 12, 2020
|[[Picking Daisies]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Jozi]], [[Linwen]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 13, 2020
|[[Divine Interference]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Kira]], [[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Box of Hugs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Auranar]], [[Sabina]], [[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|June 15, 2020
|[[Unboxing it All]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[If a Tree Falls, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Elena]], [[Lanier]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tetrosabier]]
|-
|June 16, 2020
|[[Moot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Underfed Returns! pt8]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|
|[[Not in the Cards]]
|[[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Cogswallow and Tibbins]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 17, 2020
|[[The Olavi Device]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Halani]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Darius]]
|-
|
|[[Reflections]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Lapgaggle Artistry]]
|[[Aya]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|June 18, 2020
|[[Awaiting a Cure]]
|[[Sargon]], [[Ashes]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Six Hours (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 18]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Nest-Mother to the Stars]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 19, 2020
|[[Build a Seldan]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt6]]
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|June 20, 2020
|[[The Dragonfather]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Bannon]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 21, 2020
|[[Orcupines, Part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Kira]]
|-
|June 22, 2020
|[[Prayers Answered]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Morgan]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Encore]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Am I the Baddie?? pt4]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 23, 2020
|[[Prophecy of Winter]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Acedia]], [[Linwen]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Brightscales, the Dreaming Dragon]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kira]], [[Darius]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Encore (Part 2)]]
|[[Boshter]], [[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The World Wyrm]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|June 24, 2020
|[[The Mountain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Bannon]], [[Sabina]], [[Murder]]
|-
|June 25, 2020
|[[Blacksmith Down]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Orcupines, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Lanier]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 19]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|June 27, 2020
|[[Immovable Objects]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Morgan]], [[Lanier]], [[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Urgent Adventurer Business]]
|[[Lanier]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 28, 2020
|[[Cherry Icicle]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In which there is a private talk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Looking Glass]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Duncan]], [[Kira]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 29, 2020
|[[Am I the Baddie?? - finale!]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Burai]], [[Davienne]], [[Sabina]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|June 30, 2020
|[[Reflecting on the Waves]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Have to Go]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Acedia]], [[Morgan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2020
|[[Mikilos in Alexandria]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Katsuro]]
|-
|July 02, 2020
|[[The Warrior and the Vardaman]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 2]]
|[[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 20]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 03, 2020
|[[Return to Mictlan]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[It's Written in the STARS pt7]] - finale!
|[[Burai]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Elena]]
|-
|July 04, 2020
|[[Froggies!]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Poc]], [[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 05, 2020
|[[Troubled Lands]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Victor]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 06, 2020
|[[De Inferno Liberabis]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Noise Complaint]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Smuldur]], [[Wu]], [[Lysos]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Lynn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 07, 2020
|[[Drink Me]]
|[[Kira]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]], [[Locien]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|July 09, 2020
|[[I Remember Hatching]]
|[[Kira]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 10, 2020
|[[Mapping the Corruption]]
|[[Armnar]], [[Tommy]], [[Asmli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 11, 2020
|[[Haunted by Demons]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 12, 2020
|[[River Cookout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Zayn]], [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|July 15, 2020
|[[Frabjous Day]]
|[[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 4]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Lokir]], [[Ashes]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 16, 2020
|[[Slient Running]]
|[[Locien]], [[Armnar]], [[Nels]], [[Rocky]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man, part 27]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 17, 2020
|[https://pastebin.com/2ArvWxis The Hidden Temple]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Iskandar]]
|-
|
|[[Pub Freeze]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]], [[Nels]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits and Allies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Un'eth]], [[Burai]], [[Morgan]] (cameo), [[Venom]]
|-
|July 19, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 1]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Jaen]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 20, 2020
|[[Bard and Breakfast, part 5]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Burai]], [[Ashes]], [[Lokir]], [[Lysos]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 21, 2020
|[[Underfed Returns! pt9]] - the finale!!
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Edinaz]], [[Nasrin]]
|-
|July 22, 2020
|[[Wasps of Unusual Size, part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Katsuro]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|July 23, 2020
|[[Toll Terror, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Locien]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 21]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|July 24, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 26, 2020
|[[A Rocky Start, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Lysos]], [[Ashes]], [[Smuldur]], [[Locien]]
|-
|July 27, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 1]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|July 28, 2020
|[[Lower Marketplace Tea]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Kira]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Morgan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Toll Terror, part 2]]
|[[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 29, 2020
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 30, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Ox Boxing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|July 31, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 22]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 02, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Vermin Species]]
|[[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2020
|[[To Seek A Shelter]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Charmed I'm Sure]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lanier]], [[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|August 4, 2020
|[[Entomology 101]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 5, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Joro]], [[Bannon]], [[Ashes]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 2)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 6, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Locien]], [[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 1]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|August 8, 2020
|[[A Day at the Beach]]
|[[Reva]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Celeste]]
|-
|August 9, 2020
|[[The Flayed Man part 23]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Lanier]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 10, 2020
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 3]]
|[[Pelka]], [[Nels]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|August 11, 2020
|[[Just Camping]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Morgan]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[Missing Pieces]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]], Kamaria
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 2]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Victor]], [[Bannon]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 12, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Irshya]], [[Burai]]
|-
|
|[[...guess I'll go get eaten by worms...(part 3)]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Morgan]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 13, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]], [[Tawyse]], [[Joro]]
|-
|August 16, 2020
|[[Tanning Her Hide]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Tree Hugging]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Glasha]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|
|[[The Last of the Summer Ice]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 17, 2020
|[[Mist Fortune]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Rocs Fall Everybody Dies, part 4]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|August 18, 2020
|[[The Druid has Flown]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rumbo]], [[Glasha]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 3]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Strike]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|
|[[A Raptor and a Writing Desk]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|August 19, 2020
|[[Well-Forged and Goblin-Free]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Glasha]], [[Aetheras]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 20, 2020
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Elyanna]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 21, 2020
|[[Meet Little Fang]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 22, 2020
|[[Encroaching]]
|[[Wu]], [[Orenthal]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|August 23, 2020
|[[A Basket Full of Joy]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Can Full of Opener]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Disaster]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Home to Roost]]
|[[Tae]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|August 24, 2020
|[[A Mockup Arm]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Victor]], [[Strike]], [[Donna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|August 25, 2020
|[[Loan me your eyes]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Glasha]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|August 26, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|August 27, 2020
|[[Rat and Sandwich]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Balancing the Scales, part 6]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|August 28, 2020
|[[Cave Invasion]]
|[[Tae]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The Flayed Man part 24]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|August 29, 2020
|[[Arresting the Ogres]]
|[[Asmli]], [[Ashes]], [[Nels]], [[Delilah]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|August 30, 2020
|[[A Walk in the Park]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, part 3]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|August 31, 2020
|[[Mean and Green, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2020
|[[Terror of the Roses]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Selia]]
|-
|
|[[The Ressurectionists Speak]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]], [[Soup]], [[Aya]], [[Wilhelm]], [[Victor]], [[Tae]], [[Stjepan]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|September 2, 2020
|[[Sevenport Face, part 3]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[Lysos]], [[Burai]]
|-
|September 3, 2020
|[[Graven Beauty]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe Grand Opening]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Merek]], [[Reva]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Ygraine]], [[Gadget]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 4, 2020
|[[Workshop of Despair]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[A Nightcap at the Wayfarer's Inn]]
|[[Elleandra]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|September 5, 2020
|[[I Will Do Anything for Coin]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Randolf]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|
|[[Goldfish Shoals]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Ascension in Light and Darkness]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 6, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 4]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Tenoc]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Nels]], [[Josselyn]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 7, 2020
|[[Glitter Gnome]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 8, 2020
|[[A Little Incense]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|September 9, 2020
|[[A Metaphysical Tellurian Deep Clean]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Glasha]], [[Sandy]], [[Verna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|September 10, 2020
|[[Breaking the Mold, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Burai]], [[Lysos]], [[Rocky]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|September 11, 2020
|[[In the Pools]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tae]]
|-
|
|[[In the Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 12, 2020
|[[Harmonica]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggling, Part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 14, 2020
|[[Goblin's Night Out]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Irshya]], [[Nels]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Tae]]
|-
|September 16, 2020
|[[Attonement]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Switchin' in the Kitchen]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Irshya]], [[Aya]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vespasian]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots are made for Ghosts]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Selia]]
|-
|September 18, 2020
|[[The Mighty Hunter]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|September 19, 2020
|[[The Blar Witch Project]]
|[[Aetheras]], [[Verna]], [[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Almost Dead Poets Society]]
|[[Ashes]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Nels]], [[Tenoc]], [[Edinaz]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 20, 2020
|[[A Message from Taara]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 21, 2020
|[[Recovering from the Message]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Emissary of the Empress]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Geir]]
|-
|September 22, 2020
|[[Skittering Death]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Nels]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|September 23, 2020
|[[Knight, Interupted]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Artificer Pick-Ups]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Ashes]], [[Smythly]], [[Aya]], [[Aria]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Would you be young again?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|
|[[Sevenport Face, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Sabina]], [[Soup]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|September 24, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|September 25, 2020
|[[Home for a Think]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|September 26, 2020
|[[Haggling, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[Josselyn]], [[Nels]]
|-
|September 27, 2020
|[[Of Cruelty and Kindness]]
|[[Alba]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Call to Dinner]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[You're Under Arrest]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Merek]], [[Munch]]
|-
|September 28, 2020
|[[Smoking Barrels]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Green Cheese and Quail]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Senile Delivery]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Zelany]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Mean and Green, epilogue]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Asmli]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Strike]]
|-
|September 29, 2020
|[[You Can't Handle the Tooth]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Mercy]], [[Wu]]
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting The First]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]], [[Geir]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]] (DM: Whirlpool)
|-
|October 4, 2020
|[[Under Pressure]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|October 5, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 2 ]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 6, 2020
|[[Meeting at Ma Rosie's]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tae]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 7, 2020
|[[What Did Your Paladin Eyes See?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|October 8, 2020
|[[Scribers of the Storm]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[These Boots Are Made For... something]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Rumbo]], [[Ashes]], [[Iuitl]], [[Tenoc]], [[Soup]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[The Gilded Seahorse]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|October 9, 2020
|[[The Grabby Hands Grab all they Can]]
|[[Wu]], [[Katsuro]], [[Tenoc]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|October 11, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 1]]
|[[Venom]], [[Gregor]], [[Aimarra]], [[Gadget]], [[Shilde]], [[Imane]]
|-
|October 12, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 2]]
|[[Gregor]], [[Tenoc]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Edinaz]], [[Vespasian]], [[Disaster]]
|-
|
|[[Timely Intervention, part 1]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Magnus]]
|-
|October 14, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 3]]
|[[Nels]], [[Sabina]], [[Lucy]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|October 15, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Morgan]], [[Gregor]], [[Kira]], [[Molly]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Darius]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|October 18, 2020
|[[Comparing Notes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Silmeria]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 19, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mercy]], [[Nels]], [[Rumbo]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, Part 4]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Aya]], [[Silmeria]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 20, 2020
|[[Hold the Oil]]
|[[Darius]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Case Review]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Animus Musings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|October 21, 2020
|[[The Other Girls]]
|[[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|October 22, 2020
|[[Hot to Shot]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 2]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Exit Wounds]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|October 23, 2020
|[[Cold Trail]]
|[[Tae]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|October 25, 2020
|[[Trick or Treat 6]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Jaen]], [[Strike]], [[Geir]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|October 26, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Seldan]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|October 28, 2020
|[[Ill Met in the Market]]
|[[Aya]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Molly]], [[Rumbo]], [[Sabina]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|October 29, 2020
|[[Lily's First Flight]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Xasany]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Not Cat for Dinner]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2020
|[[In which there is an Erector Set]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[In which worms and horses are discussed]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|November 2, 2020
|[[Lizards playing Rugby]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Boshter]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 3, 2020
|[[A mask, a scone, and a slice of orange]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|November 4, 2020
|[[Faranmermaidahn]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Aya]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 5, 2020
|[[Wooden Masks and Iron Women]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elleandra]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[There Are No Rats in the Cellar]]
|[[Celeste]], [[Imane]], [[Venom]], [[Wu]]
|-
|November 6, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 3]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Lizard Earring, Golem and Wine]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Toha]], [[Tae]]
|-
|November 7, 2020
|[[After Vespers before Compline]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Imane]], [[Ashes]], [[Arsia]], [[Wu]], [[Quilani]]
|-
|
|[[An Ill Chill Wind]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|November 8, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 2]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|November 9, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 10, 2020
|[[An Ill Chill Wind, part 3]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 11, 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 12, 2020
|[[Eviction Notice, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Glasha]], [[Mercy]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]]
|-
|November 14, 2020
|[[Lily flies a Kite]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Un'eth]], [[Imane]]
|-
|November 15, 2020
|[[Sunday Social Fight Night]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Pasithea]], [[Iuitl]], [[Morgan]], [[Edinaz]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|November 16, 2020
|[[An Offer You Can Refuse]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], Rupi
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 9]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 17, 2020
|[[What the Wind Blows In]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 2]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 18, 2020
|[[Colosseum Wrestling Wednesday]]
|[[Venom]], [[Thurid]], [[Kira]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[Logger's Peril, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|November 19, 2020
|[[Sports Festival]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 4]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|November 20, 2020
|[[Man in a Bottle]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jaen]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 21, 2020
|[[The Relative Danger of Gnomes]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Thurid]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[I want everyone to be happy]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|November 22, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS]]
|[[Merek]], [[Geir]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|November 23, 2020
|[[Welcome Silence]]
|[[Geir]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 10]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|November 24, 2020
|[[Hunter's Market]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Tawyse]], [[Sjach]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt3]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|November 25, 2020
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rhar]], [[Tiasa]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|November 27, 2020
|[[Tomes, Masks and Kobold Bowling]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|November 28, 2020
|[[Arcane Signets and Snapdragon Fireworks]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Thurid]], [[Tawyse]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]], [[Havi]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|November 29, 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1st. 2020
|[[Warming up in the Tarrace]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 4]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 2nd. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|December 3rd. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 5]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[The Waywalkers visit the Tarrace]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ashes]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|December 4th. 2020
|[[Fortuitous Goblintown Meeting]]
|[[Culix]], [[Merek]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[A trajic romance in Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Shards of Animus Hunt: Dragonier pt 2]]
|[[Iskandar]], [[Iuitl]], [[Rhar]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 5th. 2020
|[[Glutton Mutton, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Havi]], [[Tenoc]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|December 6th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Havi]], [[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Geir]], [[Merek]], [[Kira]]
|-
|December 7th. 2020
|[[Clockwork Catastrophy]]
|[[Rumbo]], [[Havi]], [[Choler]], [[Glasha]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|December 8th, 2020
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 11]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|December 9th, 2020
|[[Two Knights in the Soup]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 1]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 10th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 11]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 6]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 11th. 2020
|[[Peacocks in the Lower Market]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|December 13th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 1]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Vance]], [[Thurid]], [[Shaelthiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 14th. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 2]]
|[[Tenoc]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Vance]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 12]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 15th. 2020
|[[Caldera Saute, part 2]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Knights at Night]]
|[[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt5]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 16th. 2020
|[[Snow Knights]]
|[[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|December 17th. 2020
|[[Logger's Peril, part 12]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Randolf]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Caldera Saute, part 3]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 7]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Edinaz]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|December 19th. 2020
|[[DEVA - Seldan's Inquest]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Resurectionists roasting on an Open Fire]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Thorn]], [[Pasithea]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|December 20th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|December 21st. 2020
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 3]]
|[[Thorn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 13]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|December 22nd. 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt6]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 23rd. 2020
|[[We Wish you a Murdery Korsmas]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Durrankar]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|December 24th. 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 8]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|December 26th. 2020
|[[Mangoes and Bacon]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Durrankar]], [[Tenoc]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 27th. 2020
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 5]]
|[[Havi]], [[Morgan]], [[Sasha]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Thurid]], [[Merek]]
|-
|December 29th, 2020
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 7]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|December 30th, 2020
|[[Outta touch Outta time]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Halani]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|December 31th, 2020
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 9]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|}
==2021 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 01, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|January 02, 2021
|[[The Witch of Felwood]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Thorn]], [[Aimarra]], [[Alba]]
|-
|January 03, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Sasha]], [[Brand]], [[Havi]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 04, 2021
|[[DEVA AF - War Crimes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 1]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 05, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah Pt 8]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[A Sticky Kiss]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|January 06, 2021
|[[Sausages on Top]]
|[[Linwen]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]]
|-
|
|[[Weather Downcast]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Shara]]
|-
|January 07, 2021
|[[Wicked Stirrings, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Knightmare]], [[Brand]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Fernwood]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Haggered Appearances, part 10]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Girl Talk]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|January 09, 2021
|[[The Laughing Dog and No One]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]], [[Brand]], [[Culix]]
|-
|January 10, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 7]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Brand]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|
|[[OOC Town Hall, System Announcement]]
|Logger: Landslide
|-
|January 12, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 9]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 13, 2021
|[[Clot Busting Part 1]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|January 14, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 1)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Pasithea]], [[Rumbo]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|January 17, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Rocky]], [[Tenoc]], [[Geir]]
|-
|January 18, 2021
|[[Griva, Guess what we found?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 19, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Brand]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 10]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]]
|-
|January 20, 2021
|[[Clot Busters, Part 2]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Sark]], [[Shara]], [[Stena]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 1]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Tenoc]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Soup]], Manny
|-
|January 21, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Hades]]
|-
|January 22, 2021
|[[Charming Staff and Catching Up]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|January 23, 2021
|[[Battle and Honour are Difficult Lovers]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 24, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|January 25, 2021
|[[The Black Diamond, Part 3]]
|[[Merek]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|January 26, 2021
|[[Not So Itsy Bitsy]]
|[[Verasyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Venom]], [[Stena]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 11]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|January 27, 2021
|[[Meetup: Knights! Part 2]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Smythly]], [[Paenitia]], Manny, Bertelemi, Yaerhiel, Mirielda, Alaziel, Tenzacatetl, Urag, Yowyss
|-
|January 28, 2021
|[[Stone Talon Panacea, Part 6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Tennoc]]
|-
|January 29, 2021
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 2)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|
|[[Ill Met in the Gardens]]
|[[Iuitl]], [[Ebonne]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|January 30, 2021
|[[The Hook and the Harpoon]]
|[[Ebonne]], [[Sandy]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Edinaz]], [[Hades]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 31, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, Part 8]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Elyanna]], [[Ebonne]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 01, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 14]]
|[[Merek]], [[Boshter]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]]
|-
|February 02, 2021
|[[The Highwaywomen, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ebonne]], [[Paenitia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Alexander]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Request]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Nasrin]], [[Knightmare]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], [[Hades]]
|-
|Febuary 03, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 04, 2021
|[[Who is this Man?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Iskandar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Sophia]], [[Cesran]], [[Caim]]
|-
|Febuary 05, 2021
|[[Traveller's Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Caim]]
|-
|
|[[A Gap In Time (Part 3)]]
|[[Alexander]], [[Culix]], [[Disaster]], [[Lillianath]], [[Rumbo]]
|-
|Febuary 08, 2021
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 1]]
|[[Sark]], [[Pelka]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 2]]
|[[Hades]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[Feathered Menace, Part 3]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Glasha]], [[Hades]], [[Pelka]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 2]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Ebonne]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[The Unfinished Duet, part 15]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Donna]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 09, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 12]]
|[[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 10, 2021
|[[Home Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|Febuary 11, 2021
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 1]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|Febuary 14, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 9]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[A Wedding in Veyshan, part 1]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Elleandra]]
|-
|Febuary 15, 2021
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 3]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|
|[[Giggles the Gnoll]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Febuary 16, 2021
|[[Fernwood Organ Tuning]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Gadget]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|
|[[Tetra Disaster, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 13]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stirling]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 17, 2021
|[[Look Upon my Works]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 18, 2021
|[[Execution Day]]
|[[Bannon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]], [[Craft]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|Febuary 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 10]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Kira]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]]
|-
|Febuary 22, 2021
|[[Meeting Mahuikaa]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 4]]
|[[Disaster]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|Febuary 23, 2021
|[[A Secret in Merkabah pt 14]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Morgan]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|Febuary 24, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 1]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Carver]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|Febuary 26, 2021
|[[Wild Information]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]]
|-
|Febuary 28, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 11]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Mikilos]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 01, 2021
|[[Lost Livestock, part 2]]
|[[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Mercy]]
|-
|
|[[A Great Many Pieces]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Brassbringer's Request pt 5]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Lillianath]], [[Lyme]], [[Molly]]
|-
|March 03, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 1]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 07, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 12]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Seldan]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 08, 2021
|[[Waylaid, Part 1]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Sabina]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Lanier]]
|-
|
|[[Be at Peace]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 10, 2021
|[[Fallon's Findings]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Fallon]], [[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Iuitl]]
|-
|March 11, 2021
|[[Were you There?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Rigby]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[You're Free to Go]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Bannon]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 14, 2021
|[[Deadly Delicacies]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Eyes of the Pursuer]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Jozi]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|March 15, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 2]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[In to the Grey Halls]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 16, 2021
|[[Ill Met in the Fernwood]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Isilme]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|March 17, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Baz in da Tarr-RARR-Racy]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Venom]], [[Paenitia]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|March 18, 2021
|[[A Whip and Chains]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 20, 2021
|[[Resurrectionist Meeting the Fourth ]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Fallon]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Molly]], [[Serene]], [[Merek]], [[Skribbles]], [[Imane]]
|-
|March 21, 2021
|[[DEVA AF FFS, part 13]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Tenoc]], [[Merek]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[RENEW THE PACT]]
|[[Aya]], [[Fallon]], [[Sophia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]] [[Silmeria]], [[Seldan]], [[Cesran]], [[Skribbles]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 22, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 3]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Animus Egg]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[A Psychopomp in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 24, 2021
|[[The Golden Calf]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A cat, a crossbow, a sword and a Shard]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|March 25, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|March 26, 2021
|[[Grauthis the Griever]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Sophia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 28, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|March 29, 2021
|[[Just a Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[The Octopus Magus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|March 30, 2021
|[[Baz's first Bath-Day!]]
|[[Baz|Baz da Ork]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[How Well do you Know Someone?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Stjepan]], [[Toha]], [[Silmeria]], [[Serene]]
|-
|March 31, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p2]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 4]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Food for Thought]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 3, 2021
|[[Delicate White Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Aya]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 4, 2021
|[[You're Not Staff]]
|[[Culix]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 5, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 5]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Nibbled to Death by Ducks]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 6, 2021
|[[Cysts on the Ley Lines]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Knightmare]], [[Fallon]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]], Griva (NPC)
|-
|April 7, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 6]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p3]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 9, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asummit, Aby'ssa and Wings]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aryia]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|April 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p4]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 12, 2021
|[[On the Threshold of Death]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Merek]]
|-
|April 15, 2021
|[[The Story of Sufri'gan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Durrankar]]
|-
|April 16, 2021
|[[Rotten Rodents]]
|[[Ravendar]], [[Katsuro]], [[Imane]], [[Paenitia]], [[Torsten]], [[Knightmare]]
|-
|April 18, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p5]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 19, 2021
|[[Night Sparring]]
|[[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|April 20, 2021
|[[Handle with Care]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Jozi]], [[Sasha]]
|-
|April 21, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 3]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Zaxx]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|April 23, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: N'pacier Atol'ciel, p6]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Zaxx]]
|-
|April 25, 2021
|[[Monsters]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Althean Charity Work]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|April 26, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Debriefing the Dead]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|April 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|April 28, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 7]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 4]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[Kickball and Catching Up]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seldan]], [[Liadra]], [[Stjepan]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|April 29, 2021
|[[Renewing the Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]], [[Icarus]], [[Toha]]
|-
|April 30, 2021
|[[Road Rawrrriors]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 1]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 3, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire before the Storm]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 4, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 2]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Aimarra]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p1]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 5, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 5]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 6, 2021
|[[Pulling Stitches]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 7, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Jozi]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|May 10, 2021
|[[Infestation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Katsuro]], [[Paenitia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Tommy]]
|-
|
|[[The Shopping List of the Dead]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[The City of Alexandria vs Merek]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|May 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Undocumented, part 4]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Lillianath]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|May 12, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 6]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 13, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 6]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Love Potion Number WHAT?]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Jedrek]]
|-
|May 14, 2021
|[[It's Just a Game]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Venom]], [[Pelka]]
|-
|May 15, 2021
|[[Band Name Here]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Toha]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 16, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 8]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Smuldur]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 17, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Three Rocks at the Statue]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 18, 2021
|[[The Order of the Alabaster Animal]]
|[[Stjepan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|
|[[No Accounting for Milk]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 19, 2021
|[[Swapping Stories]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 7]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 20, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 7]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 21, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, part 9]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|May 24, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[The Colour of Snow]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 25, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|May 26, 2021
|[[Crypt of Osorin, epilogue]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]], [[Glasha]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Request, part 8]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|May 27, 2021
|[[Spinning a Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Unwelcome to my Parlour]]
|[[Donna]], [[Delilah]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|May 28, 2021
|[[Future Heirloom Weapons]]
|[[Glasha]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 1]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rocky]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|
|[[Where there's a whip]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Merek]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|May 30, 2021
|[[Gauntlets Under Moonlight]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|May 31, 2021
|[[Crossing that Bridge]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 2, 2021
|[[A Curious Request, part 9, the End]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Silmeria]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]], [[Baz|Baz da Ork]]
|-
|June 3, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 8]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|June 4, 2021
|[[Wrestling for Angoron]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 2]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 5, 2021
|[[At Mithrala Merchandise with Morgan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]]
|-
|
|[[Shrieking 'Shroom Seaks]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Sabina]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 6, 2021
|[[Bye Bye By-Catch]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 7, 2021
|[[Oh My Goatess]]
|[[Baolei]], [[Aryia]], [[Knightmare]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Legacy of Oversight]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 8, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Polishing the People Skills]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Morgan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 9, 2021
|[[Cold Iron Knuckles]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 1]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 10, 2021
|[[Seafront Spectacle]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Smuldur]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Researching Funeral Rites]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|June 11, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 3]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 12, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 1]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 2]]
|[[Merek]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 13, 2021
|[[Sketchy Waters, part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 14, 2021
|[[Perchance to Fish]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Pick up the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 15, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Kravar]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 16, 2021
|[[Crossing the Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Chance to Fish]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 17, 2021
|[[Lily's War]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 18, 2021
|[[The Taara goes Mooo]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Culix]], [[Aerith]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 19, 2021
|[[The TarRaCe, Baths]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[The TarRaCe, Dinner Music]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Sabina]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[On the Road to Mictlan]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 20, 2021
|[[Bangers and Mash]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|June 21, 2021
|[[Scars and Scales]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Where's my Vessel!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Overdue Business]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Strike]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 22, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Merek]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Aya]]
|-
|June 23, 2021
|[[Funeral for a Nar-sektoth]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 3]]
|[[Davienne]], [[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner with Rocky]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|June 24, 2021
|[[Rain in the Gardens]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 25, 2021
|[[A Meeting of Small Minds]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Gadget]], [[Jinks]], [[Smythly ]]
|-
|
|[[The Hand of Asumit: The In-Betweens]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 27, 2021
|[[Airship Adrift (PrP)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|June 28, 2021
|[[Where oh Where?]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|June 29, 2021
|[[The Glimmering Goldenscale]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Galidor]], [[Geir]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asummit, P9]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Serene]], [[Karelin]], [[Merek]]
|-
|June 30, 2021
|[[Illusions and Steak]]
|[[Gadget]], [[Galidor]], [[Acedia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Aryia]], [[Paenitia]], [[Venom]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 6]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 3, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 1]]
|[[Landau]], [[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|July 4, 2021
|[[The Stars are Right]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Ezil]]
|-
|July 5, 2021
|[[Safety is All in the Mind]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Katsuro]], [[Rigby]]
|-
|
|[[The Tentacle Diadem]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[A Night in the Lists]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Ezil]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lyme]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 6, 2021
|[[Lend me your Screams]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p10]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 7, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 8, 2021
|[[Family Matters, part 9]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[Remembering Watermelons]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 9, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 7]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 11, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, part 2]]
|[[Dax]], [[Seyardu]], [[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Zeke is Back!]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|July 12, 2021
|[[Rescuing Jinks]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[Brutus]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 13, 2021
|[[The Sleeping Sickness]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Pasithea]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[It's What's for Dinner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Kaz]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p11]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 14, 2021
|[[Kin Reunited]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Body of Lancer Tafetha Freeshine]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Tetrosabier]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 6]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 15, 2021
|[[Complex Communications]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Family Matters, part 10]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Ashes]], [[Donna]]
|-
|July 16, 2021
|[[Explainations... are too short]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[While You Were Out]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[In-Security]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 8]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Fallon]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 17, 2021
|[[It Always Feels Like...]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Somebody's Watching me]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Merek]], [[Kaz]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|July 18, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission (Part 3)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Landau]]: GM [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|July 19, 2021
|[[The Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Long Oddskeeper]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]]: GM [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[The Brutal Beatdown]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|July 20, 2021
|[[A Macabre Seeming, part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Pasithea]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Secret of Understanding]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|July 21, 2021
|[[End with Tea]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Like a Statue]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 7]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Davienne]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 22, 2021
|[[Coming Clean]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Wu]]
|-
|
|[[Really Bad Eggs]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aimarra]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Seyardu's Sleeves]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]], [[Merek]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], Lily
|-
|July 23, 2021
|[[Can't Get No Privacy]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 9]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 25, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 4]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[All Eyes on Me]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Galidor]]
|-
|July 26, 2021
|[[Long Oddskeeper, Part 2]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]]
|-
|July 27, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p12]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|July 28, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 8]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 29, 2021
|[[Bad News, Good News]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aya]], Rupi, Lily
|-
|July 30, 2021
|[[The Silvered Memory]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bonds of Kinship]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 10]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 31, 2021
|[[In the books at the Fernwood]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|}
===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2021
|[[Rescue Mission, Part 5]]
|[[Dax]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 2, 2021
|[[A table's day at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Strike]], [[Galidor]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[What you see in the mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|August 3, 2021
|[[Memories of the past]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p13]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 4, 2021
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 9]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting Mei]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 5, 2021
|[[Tea Time at Mithralla Merchandise]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aryia]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|August 6, 2021
|[[Help Mei]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 11]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[One Fish, Two Fish]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Sabina]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Sandy]], [[Toha]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|August 7, 2021
|[[Are the neighbors watching me?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|August 8, 2021
|[[Between a Rockpile and a Dark Place]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Dax]], [[Culix]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|August 9, 2021
|[[Corpse Run]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], Whirr
|-
|
|[[Ectra Returns]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Peace Brokered]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mei Too]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 10, 2021
|[[Rescue! Aimarra]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aimarra]], [[Cluix]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p14]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|
|[[A Stone-Cold Warning]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|August 11, 2021
|[[The Pieces fit Together]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Putting a Ring on It]]
|[[Paenitia]], Rupi, [[Sabina]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[The Reliquary of Ahazi, part 10]]
|[[Dax]], [[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Ravendar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 12, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|
|[[Soaking It In]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Sabina]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Missing a Little, but we Don't Care]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 13, 2021
|[[Down by the River]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Questions for the Ringer]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Peoples, not Food]]
|[[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Percy]], DM [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 14, 2021
|[[That Which Bleeds]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Experiencing Creative Difficulties]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Sabina]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Cesran]], [[Toha]]
|-
|August 15, 2021
|[[Do or Die (Part 1)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Do or Die (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Faranth]], [[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Bond Unveiled]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Everybody Hurts]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|August 16, 2021
|[[Ropes and Demons]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Mercy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Aya Returns]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Imane]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Oddskeeper Interlude]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Rhyn]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[A Reluctant Repast]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Artifice-al Difficulties]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 17, 2021
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p15]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 18, 2021
|[[Some Infernal Research]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Winter come to Alexandria]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Percy]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Meet Me at the TarRaCe]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Zeke]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|
|[[Time Off]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 19, 2021
|[[Do it for Mei, part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[Icebergs]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Aya]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering From a Cold Front]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|August 20, 2021
|[[The Noble Bastards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 12]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|August 21, 2021
|[[Day in the Wilderness]]
|[[Aya]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Slow and the Spurious]]
|[[Mercy]], [[Hammer]], [[Darius_the_Blind]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 22, 2021
|[[The Moon's Eye]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[The First Step]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|August 23, 2021
|[[Welcome to Maridran]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[AND STAY DOWN]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Skielstregar's Arrival]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|August 24, 2021
|[[Memories of Meridran]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mul Gathering]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[No Incognito]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit, p16]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Cesran]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|August 25, 2021
|[[A Nice Day for Fishing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Vaera]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit Aftermath]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A, P, B's of Training]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Boaz]], [[Percy]] (DM): [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Asumit and Aya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 26, 2021
|[[Stone to Flesh]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Percy]], [[Boaz]]
|-
|
|[[Maliscious Masquerade]]
|[[Boaz]], [[Jinks]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|August 27, 2021
|[[A little Exersize]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Sick]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Halani]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Drink a little Drink]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 13]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]], [[Fallon]]
|-
|August 28, 2021
|[[Forgotten Courtesies]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|August 29, 2021
|[[AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Smuldur]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[By Your Side]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Everything Plus Bagels]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Merek]]
|-
|August 30, 2021
|[[Drinks for Three]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Daechirlie's Angels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing Words with Sith]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Mirror to Mirror]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and the Sea]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Cesran]], [[Halani]], [[Karelin]], Griva
|-
|August 31, 2021
|[[Uphill Both Ways]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fun Gal Farmer Problems]]
|[[Galidor]], [[Karasu]], [[Knightmare]], [[Lysos]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[NausAya]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|}
===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2021
|[[Knock at Door]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cesran]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and Trumpets]]
|[[Merek]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Cesran]], [[Venom]], [[Stjepan]], Griva
|-
|
|[[Duly Noted]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|September 2, 2021
|[[Highway to Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[The Mob Rules]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Knightmare]], [[Percy]], [[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Mul-tual Assurance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|September 3, 2021
|[[Mictlan Meetings]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Un'eth]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[A Quite Plot, A Serious Turn]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[My Intentions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Concerning Seldan]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Time of our Lives, part 14]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Lyme]]
|
|-
|September 4, 2021
|[[Meanwhile...]]
|Viginettes
|-
|
|[[Unrealized Parallels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Unhappy Valley]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 5, 2021
|[[Sanctuary for Mul]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|}

AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor

2021-08-31T18:00:20Z

Strike:

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== Log Info ==
*Title: AfterDEVA: Doxxing Deaztor
*Emitter: Cryosanthia
*Characters: Jinks, Shaletiste, Smuldur, Vaera
*Place: On the Road
*Time: Sunday, August 29, 2021, 2:54 PM
*Summary: Literal Plague Doctor, Doctor Deaztor is being returned to Blar, along with her documents. Adventurers are hired to provide security for the trip to drop her off. Shalethiste, one of the Clerics from the DEVA AF Medical Camp that treated some of the plagues Deaztor created, is along to make sure nothing happens. Something happens. Halfway into the trip they are pursued by a small military force. Composed of mounted Hobgoblins and Goblins, it is likely Blar or Bludgun cavalry, but no insignias are visible. A rolling battle occurs, as people leap in and out of the carriage, and fire is thrown back and forth. Furtunately Vaera is fireproof. Smuldur too. Shalethiste and Deaztor are not, and they get a little singed. Everyone is soht up. Smuldur leaps on a horse from the carriage, and misses. On Hobgoblin leaps in, another tries and fails twice, finally run over. Jinks awakens with a bump on his head, and glitterdusts the remaining goblins who wandre off blind. A better fate than the ones who fell off their spiders and became lunch. Coach, the golem-carriage, gets them the rest of the way to Blar, where Doctor Deaztor is turned over. The officers who receive her don't seem happy that she arrived.</div>

<pre>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=
Vaera 7'0" 262 Lb Sith-Makar Female A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.
Shalethiste 4'6" 96 Lb Shadow Elf Female A copper maned elf maiden, hued in the night sky.
Jinks 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.
Smuldur 3'4" 45 Lb Goblin Male A gently used (cut, scraped, burnt, exploded) gobber.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= NPCs of Note =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Coach the coach Golem Construct A golem built into a luxourious horseless carriage.
Doctor Deaztor Hobgoblin Female Blar Army Plague Doctor
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia 6'9" 267 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=</pre>

There was a plague that threatened Alexandria a year ago.

Not the Magic Ooze plague, which threatened all of Ea. This was smaller, the result of a rise in tensions between Blar and Bludgun and open hostility. It was four different diseases, all with a strange providence, that seemed deliberately created.

The person potentially responsible, one Doctor Deaztor, an asthmatic hobgoblin who wears Plague Doctor garb and was seemingly attached to the Blar military. It took a coordinated effort of several temples, Daeus, Eluna, Vardama and Althea, with Angoron joining late, to resolve the diseases.

Part of that was capturing Doctor Deaztor, her alchemical works and results, and removing a commanding officer from Blar's forces. That officer was killed in honourable combat, refusing to yield.

After the camp closed, Deaztor's materials were examined by the Temples, she was held, and diplomats worked out what to do. Alexandria had a prisoner-of-war, for a war they didn't want to be involved in, who technically committed all her war-crimes in Bludgun territory on behalf of Blar. Working out what to do with her took some time.

At least, letting her go with all her notes was avoided. She is to be delivered to Blar, safe passage has been arranged through the disputed territory. Adventurers were contracted to provide security.

A lone coach rumbles along the road at a quick pace.

"Seems pretty stupid to me." Vaera notes as she sits in the back of the cart with a bow in her lap. "Ignoring everything someone did just because they did it somewhere else. And what about when it's no longer somewhere else? Doesn't feel right to not hold them accountable."

Still, despite frustrations, she was hired to help guard. And so she would, since apparently having a murderer die in transit would be bad for diplomacy.

Shalethiste, one of the souls on hand to thwart Frau Doktor in her noxious efforts, sits with a leveled glare at the prisoner of unveiled contempt. Her preferred blade being ill-suited for such tight quarters, the dark Silver Guard has her dagger held in her lap in deterrence of any shenanigans as she replies, "Such is the brinkmanship of nations." in a tone the frosty side of serene.

Jinks doesn't seem to mind the rain or (perhaps more likely) he doesn't have a cloak that goes with the rest of his working clothes. His studded, straight-collared doublet is open and the silken shirt beneath is nearly soaked through, sticking to his chest and semi-transparent. A bow sits across the gnome's lap and green glass bottle balances on one knee, tink-tinking rhythmically when beringed fingers tap against it.

"So when the Blud come for her simply offer token resistance to earn your pay and then... let them take her?" Jinks tilts his head, looking towards the transferring prisoner. "And if they don't..." he shrugs, trying to find interest in the moral quandary but settling for a drink from his bottle instead.

Smuldur sits in the wagon, attention on vial of inflammable liquid, and the sparkling reflections off it through the glass as it dangles and wobbles from his fingertips . "Burn them?" he comments absently, not expounding on exactly who 'them' are. The doctor? Blar? Bludgun? The wagon? All of the above?

Doctor Deaztor says nothing, only glaring at Shalethiste through the smokey goggles of her bird-like mask. Her breathing is heavy and laboured, a slow hiss in, a slow hiss out. She turns to look out the right side of the carriage.

The golem driving is more talkative, 'Welcome to my Coach, call me Coach', is built into it. It's an artifice powered conveyance with an engine in the back, and the golem is part of the seat at the front. It's also connected to some kind of speaking tube, allowing it to be heard inside the carriage, and presumably hear what's going on inside as well. Will the marvels of artifice never cease!

"Turn her over to Blar. Don't stop. These are the orders."

The countryside rolls by, largely open fields with grasses and the occasional tree. The road is partially gravel in places and hard packed earth in others.

Jinks is riding shotgun up on the bench by Coach.

"Can't do that, would lose all credibility with the guild, even if the listing was vague." Vaera chuffs. "Then there's no work, and you can not help people who actually need or deserve it."

Jinks twists to look back at Vaera, one eyebrow quirked and water dripping from his nose. He grins but doesn't say anything, turning back to watch the road and drawing a hand down his face to clear the water momentarily. "How long's the trip, construct?"

"No sophistry." the paladin replies without taking her eyes from the prisoner, "If attacked, only kill if you must." Based on the ideologies, religious tenets and documented abiding tendency toward destroying evil where found, one can only imagine the complicated logic, oaths and invocation of 'The Greater Good(the greater good...)' that are keeping the Mul from outright ending the prisoner in the first place.

<pre>GAME: Jinks rolls Perception: (16)+7: 23</pre>

"No kill." Smuldur nods to Shalethiste's comment. Thrice. While still eyeing his pretty precious. The vial, of course. "Only bonk and burn!"

"Three more days," Coach vodes. "I have several jokes to provide a relaxing interlude and help the time pass. Did I tell you how I lost my legs?"

Coach has one days worth of jokes, which are on repeat, so they have all been heard many times at this stage of the stagecoach ride.

Incidentally, 'it was a squeal.'

The sound of hooves are an unwelcome interruption, and ... a swishing noise which is created by medium sized spiders running their legs through long grass. To the rear of Coach's coach appear some mountain hobgoblins and goblins, with matching military uniforms.

"Y'all better buckle up now," Coach says in a distinctly different voice, one living and not automated, as if it recorded someone else saying that phrase.

The carriage does not increase in speed, despite the implied warning. There is a hiss of steam from the engine to the rear.

The riders are traveling fast.

As soon as the foremost notices Jinks looking back at them, he whistles. All of the spider riders accelerate into a full run, rushing past the carriage and leading it.

The horse riders spur the horses, who move up beside the carriage, each one throwing something at the wheels.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (10)+3: 13
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (15)+3: 18
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (14)+3: 17
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15</pre>

Three of the four hit, exploding into sticky strands of glue.

<pre><OOC> Smuldur will make use of precious and chuck it out the door at one of the horseriders!
GAME: Smuldur used a Alchemist's Fire.
GAME: Smuldur rolls ranged: (18)+8: 26
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d6: (4): 4
<OOC> Smuldur says, "Given the angle, #1"</pre>

Smuldur looks down as things are thrown at the wagon (wheels) on his side. the other, too, but he's not looking that way. "Can play! Catch!" He tosses his sparkley precious out the door at the trailing horsehob on his side. His expression lights up in glee at the explosion of flame. And, well, from the light from the explosion of flame, too.

<pre>GAME: Shalethiste rolls sense motive: (3)+7: 10
GAME: Vaera rolls knowledge/military Theory: (20)+5: 25</pre>

This group has a commander, and they move like military, are dressed except all of their insignias are removed. If this is a military operation, the orders are likely 'kill all or don't come back'. The first attack on the wheels is suggestive, and their faces aren't covered,implying they don't care about witnesses. The mounted hobgoblins are close enough to the carriage they are likely to try and lob something inside.

<pre>GAME: Shalethiste used a Alchemist's Fire.
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged: (7)+9: 16
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d6: (4): 4</pre>

There's something of a blue-knuckle grip of the Mul's hand at one of the cabin fixtures at the Coach's warning, a repolished glare thrown to the Doktor, even as Smuldur is dispensing alchemical deterrents on one of the galloping sets of hoofbeats she can hear outside as the door opens.

Slipping the dagger to her teeth, the dark elf slips a small ampoule from one of her belt pouches and looks out at one of the visible pursuers. Knowing the Hobs fodness for their mounts, with the expectation that a threat to same, particularly of an incendiary nature, might discourage pursuit at least long enough to extinguish the flames without overmuch injury to the hapless animal, she sidearms the vial at the rider, and setting him alight, though the primary burst was not the most impressive.

Perhaps the concoction expires if stored overlong? In any case, hopefully it will prove sufficient for that end...

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Vaera there's an AC bonus to #1 & #2 since you're inside and shooting out the opposite windows at them"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (6)+6: 12</pre>

"This isn't right." Vaera says as she looks at the group attempting to run them down. "Arvek Nar are proud of themselves. They wouldn't remove their insignias. They do not want to be seen here, and don't want us to see what they're doing here. They will likely kill us to ensure that."

She draws back her bow and looks out the window, but the shot was lead too much, as they slow down to close in.

"The one on the right though, he's leading this." She calls out to the others.

Poor Jinks has been knocked unconscious by a poorly timed pothole which slammed the top of the carriage against his head.

He's caught by Coach, before he falls off the headboard, "Only exit the vehicle once it has come to a full stop," the golem advises.

Herr Doktor hisses and crouches back against the rear wall. "You... musst... protect me." She gasps at Shalethiste, who is already doing something approaching that.

The scenery rolls by at a slower pace because of the gummed up wheels.

The riders maintain their position relative to the coach, making small course corrections to avoid trees and rocks.

The hobgoblin that's been identified by the Redscale as the leader makes a hand signal, he and the one following fall further behind as they stop to put out the fires on themselves and their horses.

All of the Spider Riders take up their short bows and draw an arrow, but hold, waiting for something.

That something might be what the horse riders on the left do. They both throw objects into the Carriage.

Smuldur would be proud! They've returned the favour of two alchemical fires! He just needs to... no... he didn't manage to catch them.

Thank goodness Vaera doesn't have any black powder on her.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "ranged touch on Vaera, ranged Touch on Shale with a +4 AC"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (3)+3: 6
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (1): 1</pre>

One falls behind the carriage, completely missing it. The other hits the redscale, who is fortunately fireproof. Well, a little fire resistant.

Coach and the stagecoach, not so much. How can you sit while the seats are burning?

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "if you're faster than 30' move you get a +4, it's DC10 for for 10',"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "you'll have to make a ride check to stay on the horse, DC20 for 'fast mount'"
GAME: Smuldur RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 8 temporary HP
GAME: Smuldur rolls acrobatics+4: (16)+7+4: 27
GAME: Smuldur rolls ride: (1)+1: 2 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (4): 4 (Falling Damage)
GAME: Falling damaged Smuldur for 4 points. 33 AND 4 TEMP HP remaining.
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (9)+3: 12 (Spider Riders Ready to shoot any exiting)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16 (Spider Riders Ready to shoot any exiting)
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2: (17)+7+2: 26
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d6: (3): 3
<OOC> Smuldur says, "Unhinged Rage. Enemies in 30' DC14 will save r be shaken for the encounter."
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+2: (7)+2: 9 (Hob 3 Will)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+2: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL) (Hob 4 Will)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+2: (3)+2: 5 (Gob 4 Will)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+2: (3)+2: 5 (Gob 5 Will)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+2: (12)+2: 14 (Gob 6 Will)</pre>

"FIREBALL!!" Smuldur screams. In delight. No, he's not a mage. He just seems to like fire. Skittering to the opposite side of the carriage, he doesn't let the door stop him. Nor air, as he leaps at the trailing horsehob. An inflammable vial is retrieved and subsequently smashed into the rider. This, of course, sets all of them ablaze somewhat... which only adds to Smuldur's delight.

He's thrilled beyond belief! He's amazing! He's not an equestrian! It's the last one that has him subsequently bounce off the horse to tumble along the ground.

The rage filled leap of the fiery goblin seems to strike terror into all the hobgoblins and goblins who see him.

Except for one, who is furthest away, who cheers.

We have another fire-fan.

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "use my last alch fire on the cluster of spiders on the right hand side"
GAME: Shalethiste used a Alchemist's Fire.
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged: (11)+9: 20
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d6: (4): 4</pre>

How do they flee with the wheels slow turning?

Shelly retorts a crisp, "I know my oaths, libertine!" to the Doktor's prescription for the inflammatory scenario.

On the upside, their use of alchemist's fire seems to have briefly had the desired effect.

On the down? Well, they aren't the only ones with bottled >Fwoosh!<, which becomes clear as "Vaera!?" goes up in flames.

Flames which Smuldur dashes through on a rather brave gamble, actually, but she can only guess from the flash beyond the door how it turned out.

With a shake of her head as she draws another ampuoule and a spiteful 'hmph!' as she wings it off toward the central rider in the cluster of spider riding goblins, she apparently landed a particularly biting favor for a children's party.

She's born Mul'niessa... it's best not to ask. Far as questions go, however, she wonders, "Coach, are you alright? Jinks?" since she can't see what's outside.

<pre>GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (14)+6: 20
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+4: (5)+4: 9</pre>

Vaera was, perhaps worringly for the Arvek Nar, completely unfazed by the fire that had engulfed her, and was steadily dying down, though she waves the flames away from their weaponry. She props up against the window again, drawing back the bow, this time properly accounting for the movement. And the projectile is loosed, piercing the Arvek nar's armor and embedding deep into his shoulder.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "reflex DC15 to see if they put the fires out on themselves before taking damage"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+1: (19)+1: 20 (Yes)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+1: (12)+1: 13 (No)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (2): 2
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d2: (2): 2
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "#3 is stopping to put out her flames"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Doktor and Shalethiste take 1 point for the seat being on fire and getting worse"
GAME: Fire damaged Shalethiste for 1 points. 34 HP remaining.</pre>

Vaera says, "This is fine"

"The gnome is within acceptable parameters for unconsciousness." Coach informs through the speaking-tube. "Forward progress is impeded."

The carriage is maintaining its current speed, at least, though that's not fast.

There's some chittering between the goblins and their spiders. Presumably it's some version of goblin-talk or yrch. Perhaps it's spider-talk. It's distant and too difficult to hear over the sounds of travel.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "1 & 2 hobs move up and try Alch fire on Shale & Deaztor"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 4 draws bow, and shoots at Vaera"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "spider riders, 2 on Vaera, 2 on Shale, 2 on Deaztor, some have the -2 shakens"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23 (THREAT) (Hob 1 on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11 (Not Confirmed)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (2)+3: 5 (Hob 2 on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (2): 2
GAME: Fire damaged Shalethiste for 2 points. 32 HP remaining.
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (15)+3+-2: 16 (Gob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (2)+3: 5 (Gob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (6)+3+-2: 7 (Gob on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11 (Gob on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (6)+3: 9 (Gob on Deaztor)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (19)+3+-2: 20 (Gob on Deaztor)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4: (1): 1
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (1)+5+-2: 4 (EPIC FAIL) (Hob 4 on Vaera)</pre>

The leader and his second, presumably, put out their fires although one is not quite as successful as the other. Moving up, two more alchemical mixtures are thrown at Coach.

One hits Shalethiste squarely, so close it nearly smacks her in the eye. Had it exploded then it could have been very painful, instead it simply sets her clothes on fire and more of the coach.

The goblins on the spiders form into a line and fire through the exposed windows, targeting people on the side closest. Enthusiastic, but innaccurate, the arrows stick in around Vaera and Shalethiste.

Only the good Doktor catches one, with a pained, "ssssssss."

<pre><OOC> Smuldur will get up and try to chase down/keep up with horsehob #4.
<OOC> Cryosanthia nods, "Standing is a move action, so a second standard as a move to keep up would stop you attacking
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "you can move 8 squares, but you also drop back 4 for the scrolling terrain"
<OOC> Smuldur says, "5.10 is fine."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "4 is holding a ranged as you pass, so no AOO"</pre>

Smuldur stops tumbling and hops up so that he can start scrambling. Again. The game isn't over yet! He is frighteningly quick for having such short legs and skitters back to the hob he struck. And the horse he rode in on!

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "have to put out the fire on coach/the doc if i can"
<OOC> Shalethiste says, "i have holy water"
GAME: Shalethiste used a Holy Water.
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d6: (4): 4</pre>

It's just as well Shelly has her dagger between her teeth as the firepot goes off more or less in her face. It gives her something to bite down on to suppress the urge to scream.

There is probably some goblin take on Karma that decrees after all her dispensation on the matter, she really, really had that coming.

She would disagree on principle, as all of this could have been avoided. In any case, she has more immediate concerns.

Like being on fire.

Not just her, though, but the prisoner they need to deliver, and the coach, bonded to the poor golem who can't escape should the flames spread. Vaera seems to be taking the warmth with aplomb, likely due to her ruby heritage, and so the Mul is forced reluctantly to focus on Frau Doktor. Her stores largely depleted after the journey thus far, she is forced to draw a vial of Eluna's holy water to extinguish the monster's flames. Who knows, perhaps the scientist will sizzle under the application. Perhaps Tarien isn't the only deity with a sense of humor.

Good fire-safety practices are not something goblins learn naturally. One of the spider riders ignores being literally on fire for other more presumably important things.

On fire is pretty important, which she discovers when she falls unconscious, then off the her spider. It's not far to the ground.

Hobgoblins love their horses, and have trained them to watch out for them. A good military horse will stay with a fallen rider. Goblins think spiders are cool, and scary, and almost as good a wolves. It's even possible to train a spider to stay with a fallen rider!

It's not possible to train them not to eat them...

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "I want to try and sense motive the person we're transporting first"
GAME: Vaera rolls sense motive: (3)+4: 7</pre>

It's just possible that Doctor Deaztor masterminded a jailbreak while cut off from everyone in Alexandrian cells. One which, in order to be extra convincing, had her getting shot by arrows and set on fire. She just might be faking being hurt by arrows, she's probably a construct under there.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "going to move to the right window then and shoot at #1"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7-1: (8)+6+-1: 13 (-1 Deadly Aim)</pre>

Vaera turns to see Shalethiste putting out the fire on her and the prisoner, and the carriage in general. It should be fine, she thought. But they may throw more fire, and the leader was still most likely up. She ducks to the other window, draws an arrow-

And the scorched wood cracks slightly underfoot, throwing the shot wide.

Coach rumbles on, the wheels turning in fits and starts then slowing to a grinding roll. The little lurches aren't helping aim any, but aren't so severe as to throw it off.

The spider riders on the left side maintain formation. An order is barked, and their bows turned on Smulder. The slightly singed hob draws her bow, taking aim as well, while the one about to run him drop drops his bow and draws a scimitar, slashing as he rides by.

On the right side of Coach, hob and gob pair up to shoot at Shalethiste and Vaera.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "On Smuldur #3 ranged -2, #4 & 5 gob -2 ranged, #6 ranged -2 tree, #4 melee-2"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (9)+3+-2: 10 (Hob 3 on Smuldur, -2 Shaken)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (13)+3+-2: 14 (Gob 4 on Smuldur, -2 Shaken)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (20)+3+-2: 21 (THREAT) (Gob 5 on Smuldur, -2 Shaken)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (17)+3+-2: 18 (Confirmed)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (5)+3+-2: 6 (Gob 6 on Smuldur, -2 Tree)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (3)+5+-2: 6 (Hob 4 on Smuldur, -2 Tree)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (2)+1: 3
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (3)+1: 4
GAME: Goblinoids damaged Smuldur for 12 points. 25 HP remaining.
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "2 on Shale, hob then gob, then 2 on Vaera"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11 (Hob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16 (Gob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23 (Hob on Vaera) (THREAT)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (4)+3: 7 (Not Confirmed)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23 (Gob on Vaera) (THREAT)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (19)+3: 22 (Confirmed)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6+3: (2)+3: 5
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (3)+1: 4
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Goblinoids damaged Vaera for 14 points. 15 HP remaining.</pre>

Arrows rain down around Smuldur, and one is especially stingy, hitting him in the arm and going right through it. Just in time for him to duck a scimitar slash that really wasn't endangering him at all.

On the opposite side of the carriage, the Shalethiste is completely spared, while both the second in command and one of the goblins put accurate arrows into Vaera. They find the weak scales. She might be fireproof, but arrow-proof is another thing.

<pre><OOC> Smuldur will attack the hob. Or probably the horse's knees, as that's what he can reach?
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2: (13)+7+2: 22
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d2+strength+2+1: (2)+2+2+1: 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+1: (6)+6: 12 (Mounted Combat Ride Check - Fail)</pre>

Smuldur caught up to the horsehob and now pulls out... Torchie! "Give up! Never win!" Why? Because the hob isn't carrying a large hammer. Otherwise, they'd be playing Gobber Polo and not Fireball, where Smuldur might have a slight disadvantage. He bonks the horse in the shin with Torchie, since the hob is mostly out of reach. Except maybe for hob shins... a thought for next time.

The goblin spiderriders seem a lot weaker than the hobgoblins, but at range they're capable of doing almost as much damage and shoot just as accurately. A good strategy would be to take out the goblins first.

<pre>GAME: Shalethiste spends ONE use of LAY ON HANDS.
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 2d6: (10): 10
GAME: Shalethiste damaged Vaera for -10 points. 25 HP remaining.</pre>

The Silver Guard is met with some small, petty disappointment at the Doctor's lack of sizzle in the wake of her bath, but her attention is quickly diverted by the spread of arrows that whistle past her face and pass through her skirt. This draw Shale's eye toward the door just in time to see Vaera get peppered with pinions of her own. Even as she takes the dagger from her teeth, she moves close to the Sith and reaches out with her other hand, wreathed in the warm golden luminescence of her Divine Matron. On contact, the warmth suffuses the injured warrior, tending to her wounds.

In the name of the Moon.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "shoot at hob #1 then 5 foot step into cover"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7-1: (13)+6+-1: 18</pre>

Vaera was watching out the window, only to find her coat and armor pierced by arrows. She ducks behind the side of the cart for some cover after firing another shot which is sent off into the ground from a jolt of pain. Though Shalethiste offers healing, and they nod, pulling out the offending ordinance so the wounds could close properly with a grunt.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "smuldur h3 -4, g4 -2, g5 -2, g6, h4 -2"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-4: (2)+3+-4: 1
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (1)+3+-2: 2 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (3)+3+-2: 4
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (3)+3+-2: 4
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (16)+5+-2: 19
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (2)+5+-2: 5 (Not Confirmed)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6+3: (5)+3: 8
GAME: You damaged Smuldur for 8 points. 17 HP remaining.</pre>

"Progress is right around the corner." Coach says. This doesn't seem very applicable at the moment. Perhaps it randomly selected from its motivational phrases collection.

Jinks is safely unconscious on the headboard.

The three spider riders maintain their line, drawing bows and sending more arrows Smuldur's way. These stick into the ground around his swiftly moving feet, but are no where near him. His singed friend, also missed, but the one on horseback with the scimitar comes very close to taking off his head, "Hit Me! Not my Horse!" <goblin-talk>

Smuldur's head remains where it should be, but his shoulders ache a lot now. They're also bleeding.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "2 on Shalethiste, hob, gob, then Vaera"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (9)+3: 12 (Hob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (17)+3: 20 (Gob on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (14)+3: 17 (Hob on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (7)+3: 10 (Gob on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (2)+1: 3
GAME: Gob damaged Shalethiste for 3 points. 29 HP remaining.</pre>

While on the other side it's Shalethiste's turn to find arrows plunging into her body. One of the gobbo snipers tags her under the sleeve as she's bringing her hand back from healing Vaera.

The redscale is deep inside, and safe.

Well, she has to listen to Doctor Deaztor, "You're... suppossed... to bodyguard...." hisssss, "with... your body."

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Smuldur! You're seeing a man about his horse!"
<OOC> Smuldur is a polite gobber and will hit the man and not his horse. He has a point.
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2+1-1: (9)+7+2+1+-1: 18 (-1 attacking elevated)</pre>

"Sure!" Smuldur goes for the shins! The other shin. The hob shin. Though there are thins like stirrups and saddle and boots sort of in the way.

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "pull the arrow out and return it, improvised thrown weapon, at gob"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged-4: (17)+9+-4: 22
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5</pre>

"A staggering intellect, Doctor" Shelly retorts as she seizes the offending shaft in her empty hand, "I see now how you were able to-" Yank! "...dress yourself by now."

Bloody arrow in hand, the Mul'niessa leans slightly out of the carriage and calls, "No, you keep it!" before whipping it end over end to stick with a telling >thunk!< in the goblin rider who'd graciously shared his ammunition with her, nearly taking im from the saddle entirely. Though very wobbly, the spited goblin is undeterred and maintains his hostile intent.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "stepping back into view and firing another shot, At hob #1"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (8)+6: 14</pre>

"Sorry, is two arrows not enough?" The sith-makar growls at the escorted prisoner of war. She ducks back into view, firing another arrow, this one hitting, but deflecting off the hobgoblin's armor.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "gob 4 has to make a ride check or hit a tree, DC10"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+1: (7)+1: 8 (Gob hits tree)"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 3, gob 5, 6, hob 4 melee on Smuldur"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (11)+3+-2: 12
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (17)+3+-2: 18
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (8)+5+-2: 11
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (3)+1: 4
GAME: Goblinoids damaged Smuldur for 4 points. 13 HP remaining.</pre>

"I wass... hit... by two... and burned." Doctor Deaztor complains, wheezing all the way.

On the left side of Coach the coach, one of the spider riders runs straight into a tree. Which the spider then attempts to climb, which it can, and does. Which is exactly the opposite of what the gobbo wanted to do, although the view is nice. He spends his time getting it back on the ground and in the game.

The other two, with his example as a warning, ride around on opposite sites. Bows are drawn, arrows are loosed, and scimitar is swung.

Smuldur feels another arrow, that is unforgiveably not on fire, sink in, shot by a brother gobbo.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "okay, +2 AC because of big rock, +4 cover for Vaera,"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "also extra +2 because big rock is in the way of hob 2. Shale then Vaera, hob then gob"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15</pre>

There is some unexpected aid from the terrain, as a large rock looms then slides on by as Coach trundles down the road. It provides enough cover and obstruction that all the arrows miss or bounce off it.

<pre><OOC> Smuldur says, "Sorry! Smack the hob again."
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2+1-1: (17)+7+2+1+-1: 26
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d2+strength+2+1: (1)+2+2+1: 6</pre>

Stupid boots and stirrups and horses! Smuldur aims a little higher this time and goes for the knee! See how well he throws fire or swings things with a broken kneecap! It's connected to throwing and swinging somehow! Right?

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "pul one, improvised, see if i can get goblin 3 to back off"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged-4: (14)+9+-4: 19
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d4+2: (2)+2: 4</pre>

The Silver Guard really should just carry a bow for days like this.

As another goblin arrow buries itself in the side of their transport, she frees it with an almost petulant tug, then twirls it in her fingers, bringing it up like a dart that she hurls into another, trying to spread the discouraging word: This will end badly for you.

She spares Vaera a brief glance back, "Can you see Smuldur?" before returning her attention to the front, as she dare not look away overlong.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "shooting at goblin 1 because apparently I can't aim"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (16)+6: 22
GAME: Vaera rolls damage7: aliased to 1d8+0: (2)+0: 2
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Gob 1 killed!"</pre>

Vaera was having not much luck striking at the hobgoblins. So instead, she sees one of the spider riding goblins instead, drawing another arrow. With another moment to aim, she fires, piercing the goblin's side, just barely. But already battered, the blood loss was enough to knock them out.

She looks to the other window, and nods. "They seem to be keeping up well, for now. But there are still many to deal with." She says to Shalethiste.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 1 -2, gob 5 -2, gob 6 -2, gob 4 -5, hob 2 -2 melee"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (7)+3+-2: 8
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (18)+3+-2: 19
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (11)+3+-2: 12
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-5: (5)+3+-5: 3
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (13)+5+-2: 16
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d4+1: (1)+1: 2
GAME: Goblinoids damaged Smuldur for 2 points. 11 HP remaining.</pre>

There's a pained grunt from the scimitar hob as Smuldur smashes his knee. Well, he somewhat needs it to ride, but he's got a second. It's still enough to throw off his attack, the scimitar slices down and misses. He grunts, "My horse thanks you." <goblin-talk>

Arrows also come his way, but for the moment trees and a rock are helpfully in the way.

"Keep... ssshoooting." Her Doktor gasps helpfully.
Coach calls out, "Another one bites the dust," in a strangely catchy way. "Believe in yourself. I believe in you."

A goblin falls, he makes a sound but no one notices. His spider stops to guard him, and have a little drinky.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 1 shoots Deaztor, hob 2 shoots Shae and Gob 3 shoots Vaera"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (11)+3: 14
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (16)+3: 19</pre>

Bows are drawn back, arrows loosed. One each for Doctor Deaztor, Shalethiste and Vaera. They stick into the sides of the carriage, one penetrating through the window to stick above the redscale's head, not hit anything significant.

<pre><OOC> Smuldur says, "When in doubt, continue to go for the kneecap. The power of Torchie compels you!"
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2+1: (12)+7+2+1: 22
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d2+strength+2+1 fire: (2)+2+2+1 fire: 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+6-5: (7)+6+-5: 8 (Unconscious Ride Check)
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "okay he falls out of the saddle, horse stops to watch him."</pre>

Torchie, the Eternal Flame, cannot be denied. In the quest for kneecaps, it strikes again, and it is enough. That one won't be playing Fireball OR Gobber Polo again. Smuldur cackles gleefully. Maniacally. Pyromanically?

The scimitar falls to the ground, followed by its owner, who slips out of the saddle when Smuldur shatters his femur as well. It's connected to the knee, well, not so much anymore.

There's a solid thump as he hits the ground.

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "the hobs on our side are still reasonably untouched?"
<OOC> Shalethiste says, "whip her dagger at number 1"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls weapon5: (20)+9: 29 (THREAT)
GAME: Shalethiste rolls weapon5: (5)+9: 14
<OOC> Shalethiste says, "i'll take the reroll plz"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls weapon5: (9)+9: 18
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d4+2: (1)+2: 3</pre>

The report from Vaera is somewhat encouraging, though, the fact that they're still firmly ensconced in a target rich environment with diminishing options is a continuing hurdle.

Shelly returns a concice, "Got it!" before she flips her dagger between bounces of the carriage, hand snapping up to pluck it from the air with her fingers about the tip and smoothly whip it into the hob at the front in a single motion. His armour mutes the hit, though clearly the dagger has bitten true and the Mul'niessa calls, "You're running out of partners!" trying to work their nerves.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "Alright. Dropping bow on the ground, pulling out thunderbelcher, and shooting at hob #1"
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+3: (9)+3: 12
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12: (6): 6</pre>

With the goblin down, and the hobgoblin remaining, Vaera decides a different tactic. She tosses the longbow nearby before reaching into her jacket. From inside she pulls a large, rectangular object. It is unfolded and a latch pulled into place, causing a faint whirring of gears and artifice at the wooden stock on one end, and the barrel on the other extend to a full length thunderbelcher. Braced on a shoulder she took aim, hoping the incomplete maitenance would be okay. Already loaded, she takes aim and fires with a loud crack, and a flash of blue energy from the side of the device, sending a particularly jagged projectile gouging through the armor.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "3 gobs on Smuldur, 4 -2, 5 -2, 6 ok, hob 3 -2"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (12)+3+-2: 13
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (12)+3+-2: 13
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (2)+3+-2: 3
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (7)+3+-2: 8</pre>

Smuldur's luck holds, as all arrows of outrageous misfortune miss him completely.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 2 shoots at Shale,"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "gob 3 & hob 1 try, but she's got a +8 cover so, only crits are likely going to hit"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-8: (10)+3+-8: 5
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-8: (10)+3+-8: 5</pre>

A truly huge rock completely obscures Coach, the carriage, and the passengers. Only the trailing hobgoblin has a decent shot, which she misses. The leader and the remaining goblin hit the broad side of a boulder.

<pre>GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2+1: (9)+7+2+1: 19 (Gob 5)
GAME: Smuldur rolls 1d2+strength+2+1 fire: (2)+2+2+1 fire: 7
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "kills #5"</pre>

One down, one to go! Or thereabouts. Smuldur isn't one for numbers. He whirls around to the spidergobber behind him. That was shooting at him before. "Hey!" He bonks that one with his trusty torch, too; bonking him out. "Ha!"
One down, one to go!

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "will move to the other side, take an arrow if i can and see if i can stick hb 3"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged-4: (14)+9+-4: 19
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d4+2: (4)+2: 6</pre>

Shalethiste realizing the influx of terrain will give them a brief respite on that side, she says, "Gonna cover Smulder, watch them a minute!" as she tugs another tiny arrow free. The paladin creeps along to the other side of the wagon with her new favorite weapon and gives that side of the assault a quick once-over. Seeing the hob drawn back from Smulder with the bow, she holds the arrow up 'twixt her fingers, folding her arm to bring it alongside her ear, then casts it forth, managing to land a 16 in the second band. The hobgoblin grunts in surprise as the thrown arrow thunks through his armor, but he maintains his pursuit.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "Um, just staying in place and full round to reload the thunderbelcher"</pre>

Vaera ducks beside the window, nodding to Shalethiste as she checks the other window. "By the way, it might help you get hit less if you aren't going to fight back, if you take cover on the ground." She suggests to the doctor as she pulls another round out of her jacket, slipping it into the side of the firearm. They hiss slightly as it gets stuck pulling a bolt backwards.

"Overcomplicated Charn crap." The continue to curse in another tongue while she wastes precious seconds fixing the jam. <Draconic>

"I... can't... bend." Doctor Deaztor hisses.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "gobs 4 & 6 shoot at Shale, 3 at Vaera"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (11)+3+-2: 12 (Gob 4 at Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (7)+3: 10 (Gob 6 at Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (4)+3: 7 (Gob 3 at Vaera)</pre>

The goblins chitter and circulate, shooting at Shalethiste, and on the opposite side of the coah, at Vaera. Arrows hit the coach, but miss them.

<pre>GAME: Jinks spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.
<OOC> Jinks says, "Ready the bow and Inspire Courage +1 while I figger out what's up"</pre>

Jinks jumps awake with a start, snatching at the open air to secure the bottle that's long-since fallen away. Shock-white eyebrows press together in consternation befre the gnome looks this way and that to sort through the chaos of battle. He anchors his ankle between the floor and footrest of the bench, standing and holding his bow. The gnome clears his throat and sings a few bars, finding a melody that plays through the weave and bolsters the other mercenaries.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "3 -2 melee on shale, 1 melee on Vaera."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "3 can make an acro roll after, 1 has to make it first, going with DC10"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-2: (20)+-2: 18 (Hob 1 Acrobatics - Success)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5-2: (15)+5+-2: 18 (Hob 1 on Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5: (5)+5: 10 (Hob 3 on Vaera)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-2: (4)+-2: 2 (Hob 3 Acro - FAIL)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (4): 4 (Falling Damage Hob 3)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (6)+3: 9 (Hob 2 on Vaera)</pre>

The hobgoblins change their tactics, the two in the lead go for broke, dropping their bows and coming up along side the carrige.

"Mind the gap!" Coach calls out loudly.

The presumed leader leaps expertly off his horse, landing inside to slash at the redscale. His agility is not duplicated in his swing, and the arrow from his second passes very close to his head, but fails to hit anything important.

On the opposite side of the coach, the remaining hobgoblin attempts to duplicate the maneuver. He slahes first with the scimitar, then hops out of the saddle.

And misses the sideboard, and thumps onto the ground. He's narrowly missed by a carriage wheel rolling by.

<pre><OOC> Smuldur will go after 6, then, as next closest.
GAME: Smuldur rolls melee+2+1: (5)+7+2+1: 15</pre>

Smuldur finds that there are alot of ones to go. There's another gobber on a spider right there. "There you are!" He skitters around a rock to reach that one and swings. Even with like 18 knees to possibly hit, he doesn't catch any. It must've been the rock in the way.

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "ok, will try to move to 10,11 and try to stick 1"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+5: (15)+5: 20 (AOO On Shale)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6+3: (1)+3: 4
GAME: Hob 1 damaged Shalethiste for 4 points. 25 HP remaining.
GAME: Shalethiste rolls weapon3: (17)+11: 28
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d10+5: (6)+5: 11
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "kills him"</pre>

While not an ideal circumstance, the press of arms so close demands a more practiced solution.

There is a twist at the hilt on her hip, and the mirrored midnight of Valittaa levers out from the long, slender scabbard, gleaming an arc of reflected sunlight over the failed boarder's head. The blade twirls in flourish and the Dark Elf withdraws to back up Vaera against the more competent threat.

Competent enough, that he redirects focus as he reads her intention and the Silver Guard hisses between her teeth as his weapon pierces the links of her chain and it's then, with an almost rapierlike flick back-thrust, she buries the tip of her narrow bastard into the Hob bastard in retort.

As he falls back out of the carriage off the blade, Shelly shakes her head and looks back toward the other side, "There was another. Missed the mark."

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "Okay, what's still up."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 2, hob 3, gob 3, 4, 6"
<OOC> Vaera says, "Shooting at hob 2 then."
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6
<OOC> Vaera says, "Rerolling that"
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+4: (12)+4: 16
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d12: (7): 7
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hits, but doesn't kill her"</pre>

Vaera was moving to jump back when the coach was boarded, but Shalethiste quickly dispatches the hobgoblin, leaving her standing beside the fallen body. She nods, and takes aim again out the window, at the remaining rider on the right side. Just before she fires, she notices a strange noise. She moves a bolt on the side forward, and back, letting loose another projectile to dig into and through the hobgoblin's arm with another crack of sound and blue light.

<pre>GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (4)+3: 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3-2: (12)+3+-2: 13
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (7)+3: 10</pre>

The goblin drops his bow to draw his scimitar and exchange blows with Smuldur, and misses.

The other two shoot at Smuldur and the Shalethiste, missing.

<pre><OOC> Jinks says, "Gonna anchor a Glitterdust at 3.5,13.5 (10' radius burst).
<OOC> Jinks says, "It'll hit Gobber riders (and mounts) 6 and 4, and the unmanned horsey at 6,14."
<OOC> Jinks says, "It'll miss Smuldur. Will to negate blinding."
<OOC> Jinks says, "Everyone listed is ultra sparkly. Keep the performance rolling as a Free action. No move this round."
GAME: Jinks casts Glitterdust. Caster Level: 4 DC: 17
GAME: Jinks spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "okay, Goblinoid Will Rolls"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (7)+-1: 6
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (15)+-1: 14
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (2)+-1: 1
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (12)+-1: 11
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "all blinded"</pre>

"And the merchant man will shake hands and talk in numbers / and the princess wil wake up from her slumber. Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands..." The song swells, pushing through the air on ethereal stands of the weave to wind through the joined battle. Jinks' tenor carries, dancing playfully up and down through the rapid Gnomish syllables as he surveys the battlefield.

The gnome reaches for a pinch from a pouch, flicking it into the air and the western flank takes on a haze. The raindrops begin to sparkle like a half-rememdered summertime dream before exploding brilliantly over gobbers, spiders, and a horse. Smuldur is spared but 20 stunned eyes are left blinking out of rhythm, blinded. <gnomish>

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "hob 3 stands and runs after, so stays behind, hob 2 shoots at shale
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (EPIC FAIL)</pre>

The hobgoblin who missed the sideboard stands and runs after the carriage, just missing out on being glittery. The one on the opposite side manages to drop her bow.

<pre><OOC> Shalethiste says, "grab an arrow, try to throw it into spiderrider 3"
GAME: Shalethiste rolls ranged-4: (11)+9+-4+1: 17
GAME: Shalethiste rolls 1d4+2: (2)+2++1: 5
<OOC> Shalethiste says, "there are lots of nomming spiders in this chase scene >_>"
<OOC> Smuldur says, "This is why the spiders serve as mounts!"</pre>

As another arrow thuds into the ceiling by her head, virating like a doorstop that got kicked, Shelly snatches it loose and, alright, a little spitefully at this point, whips it back to sender. To some mild surprise as it kills the goblin outright.

The Sky Dancer's light clearly marks the path of carrying a quiver of the damned things to throw at people.

<pre><OOC> Vaera says, "Okay, After her shot last turn, put the firearm away. Picking up the bow, and shooting at hob#2"
GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7 +2: (11)+6+2: 19
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+2: (7)+2: 9
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "kills #2"</pre>

The latch on the side of the firearm was undone, and there was another whirring and clinking of artifice as the barrel and stock shrink back, and she folds and locks the device, stowing it away again. She stoops to pick up her bow from before, hopefully more up to the task than before. The string drawn, and she fires, the arrow flying true and hitting between a bottom gap on their armor, into their stomach. "Not many left. holding up alright?" Vaera asks.

The blinded goblins end up letting the spiders, who are also blinded, choose where to go. So they fall behind as they blunder about.

<pre><OOC> Jinks says, "Is Hobber 3 still a viable combatant?"
<OOC> Jinks says, "Oh, and then Blinded get a new save at the end of their turns!"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "yes, barely"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (2)+-1: 1
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (8)+-1: 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (8)+-1: 7
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (7)+-1: 6
GAME: Jinks spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.
GAME: Jinks casts Hideous Laughter. Caster Level: 4 DC: 16
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (17)+-1: 16 (Hob 3 will save vs joke)</pre>

Jinks continues to sing the next verse in his native tongue. He's trying not to smirk too smugly as he stands so high and revels in the efficacy of his last spells. He notices the last hobgoblin on the western side, struggling to maintain pace and threaten the caravan.

The song breaks and he clears his throat, affecting the rigid, militaristic clip of the Arvek dialect. "Why do the Arvek make such good cobblers? They always have an abundance of hobnails." <goblin-talk>

Again. There's no appreciation for good humor in Alexandros.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "3 tries to get on board, DC5 acro, and he stabs at Deaztor, and Vaera gets an AOO"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d20-1: (4)+-1: 3 (Hob 3 Acro - Fail)
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls 1d6: (5): 5 (Falling damage on Hob 3)</pre>

The goblins and their spiders are well and truly blinded and continue wandering over the countryside.

The last standing hobgoblin growls ferociously, and charges at carriage. The gnome's joke gets little more than an annoyed grunt in response.

However, Coach likes it. "Is it okay if I add that to my repitoire?"

The hobgoblin leaps for the sideboard, grabbing the door to climb on board.

"Mind the Gap," Coach says, jinking the carriage quickly to the right and left.

Just enough for a foot to misplace, and a fall, and a >BUMP< as a carriage wheel finishes the fight.

"I'll keep, friend." Shelly replies, taking a quick gander outside, "How's Smuldur doing?" Then, as she sees her side of the carriage free of hostiles, she calls forward to Coach and Jinks, "Are you alright up there?"

Vaera had another arrow out, glancing between the two windows, but the foes fell further and further back. Vaera chuffs and finally puts away the arrow, and instead she tries to help the friendly goblin back in.

"Everyone okay?" She asks as well. "It should be clear to rest for a moment. I will keep watch."

"Gods below, it's not mine." Jinks laughs at coach, turning to drop back into a seated position as the hostiles fall away behind them. He frowns thoughtfully, leaning back into the shotgun position. "I was spearing a clothier during Whitefoot's war, I think, and she told it to me. Craftsmen's humor." He laughs and shakes his head.

"The construct and I function yet," the gnome calls back, bracing a hand against the bench railing to look towards the carriage interior. His voice carries well enough but still sounds hollow when it's not empowered by the Hymn.

"Ok." Coach says, "Not stopping. Can someone see about freeing up my legs?"

"I'd be wheely grateful."

Okay, that's one you haven't heard yet.

Jinks amends his statement after glancing at Coach's wheels. "I spoke too soon..."

"I have a vial of solvent, but I'm afraid it's just the one." Shelly replies, a slightly amused quirk at her lips as Vaera sees to the brave little gobber, then, more seriously "Is there any wheel that is worse off than the others, my friend, or would be otherwise better to focus on?"

"Try a little on each. That sort of glue won't last long. I've tried using it for repairs. They don't stick. As they're still turning it will break it up and I'll be free-wheeling soon." Coach says.

It seems simple enough.

Smuldur skitter-scampers to keep pace and even close on the carriage before leaping onto it. "Fix wheels! Burn stuff away!"
Because there is nothing that can't be solved with the proper application of FIRE!

"Hot Wheels! I like it. Everything is faster with fire." Coach says.

<pre><OOC> Cryosanthia says, "so, either a reflex save or a prof/teamster type of thing"
GAME: Vaera rolls craft/carpentry: (20)+5: 25</pre>

"Stop for a moment then, and this one will attempt repairs. Or don't, I may be able to manage." Vaera speaks once she gets the goblin on board. She reaches into her jacket, and pulls out a small gaff as she holds out a hand for the solvent. "This one will stretch it as much as I can. The key thing is to free the axle itself, we can clear the rest upon making camp."

"Not stopping until camp," Coach says cheerfully. It can be literal with its orders. "Might get attacked again."

Which camp does coach mean? Repairs will have to be done on the move.

Shalethiste smiles and nods, as the Sith seems more certain of dabbling in machinery than she knows herself to be. The vial is withdrawn from another pouch and handed over with a soft, "May the Sky Dancer guide your hands, my friend."

That done, she turns to Smuldur, checking him for injuries. Then the Doktor, who got scratched a couple times.

Vaera nods and takes the vial in her other hand, while screwing another pole into the hook, making it longer. She leans out the window, investigating the state of the wheels. The tanglefoot was already starting to dry, but it had been pulled against the axle. She reaches to the hook, pulling on the tar and finding it moving little. She pulls it back, and instead she wraps a cloth around it. The vial is partially applied to the cloth and she holds it against the spinning wheel. the mixture flakes and pulls away, falling off, and allowing it to spin much more freely. She repeats the process, clearing it away from each wheel in turn, before she sits back down in the cart.

"Should be good enough for now." Vaera notes, handing back the empty vial. "Hopefully that was the only planned attack.

Smuldur is fine. Just a few dozen new arrow holds to go with everything else. Some even still include the arrows! He sits mostly still for at least two seconds for examination. Mostly due to looking at the other wheels on the other side. "Could chew off rest of the sticky stuff!" He's still offering suggestions, and wondering what it might taste like.

"I'm feeling freer already!" Coach says, as the carriage picks up speed, "Nothing like the open road!"

Doctor Deaztor responds to Jinks, wheezing, "I'm... injured."

Jinks removes his crown long enough to push a hand back through his hair, then down his face again. The gnome takes special care to smooth at his goatee. One long breath and a heavy sigh takes him out of the heat of battle, slowing his heartrate as a hand gropes inside his doublet for the stowed flask. He finalls drops the bow into the space on the bench between he and the construct and takes a few moments to adjust the absurd amount of rings decorating his fingers. He glances at coach, then down to where th construct is molded into the conveyance. "Did you ever have proper legs?" the gnome wonders idly.

Jinks barks a laugh at the hobgoblin plaguemeister but make no move to crawl into the carriage interior.

"In another life, before I had this job, my work ethic was questionned." Coach says, "Not anymore. I was tire-d, now I'm on a roll."

Shalethiste moves to tend to Smulduer's wounds while he's inclined to sit still, "Here, let me at those, friend." she says quietly, an amicable smile at her lips, "That was very bold of you."

She then turns to what results her lay healing skills and the divine touch granted her by the Moon Goddess can for the brave gobber's wounds. Bandaging up the war crimminal can wait for the major bleeding to be stopped.

"Things have certainly taken a turn." she deadpans.

Coach rolls on, eating up the road late into the night. There is no re-appearance of the goblinoids, it seems safe enough to came. The next day, and the next, are tense, but soon the walls of Blar rise on the horizon.

The guards are expecting the travelers, this was arranged diplomatically, but still seem surprised to the carriage roll up. Of course, scowling is standard among hobgoblins, so it's hard to tell. The papers are examined very carefully. Soon the scruitiny switches, different soldiers inspect and question, the attitude goes from hostile and suspicious to bored and Coach, with its passengers are allowed in.

The dropoff is at a military jail, the prisoner and posessions are checked again and signed for. It goes about as smoothly as the carriage ride did.

Doctor Deaztor is in the building, and it seems this delivery is done.

If only everyone didn't stare so.

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==Combatty==

'''Jinks, waiting for the internet to come back up'''
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'''Map'''
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24 Spider Gobs
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17 Horse Hobs
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17 Smuldur 1
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16 Shalethiste 1 Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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16 Vaera 1 Flat-footed (0 rnds active)
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|Shalethist|SHADOW_ELF|Pal/Swb | 35 | 35 |19/15/14 | 21 | 7 | 11 | 8 |
|Smuldur |GOBLIN |Brg | 33 | 33 |20/17/14 | 18 | 7 | 4 | 2 |
|Vaera |SITH-MAKAR|Rgr | 29 | 29 |18/15/13 | 17 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
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|Shalethist|SHADOW_ELF|Pal/Swb | 32 | 35 |19/15/14 | 21 | 7 | 11 | 8 |
|Smuldur |GOBLIN |Brg | 33 | 33 |18/15/12 | 18 | 7 | 4 | 4 |
|Vaera |SITH-MAKAR|Rgr | 29 | 29 |18/15/13 | 17 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
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|Shalethist|SHADOW_ELF|Pal/Swb | 29 | 35 |19/15/14 | 21 | 7 | 11 | 8 |
|Smuldur |GOBLIN |Brg | 17 | 33 |18/15/12 | 18 | 7 | 4 | 4 |
|Vaera |SITH-MAKAR|Rgr | 25 | 29 |18/15/13 | 17 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
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|Shalethist|SHADOW_ELF|Pal/Swb | 29 | 35 |19/15/14 | 21 | 7 | 11 | 8 |
|Smuldur |GOBLIN |Brg | 11 | 33 |18/15/12 | 18 | 7 | 4 | 4 |
|Vaera |SITH-MAKAR|Rgr | 25 | 29 |18/15/13 | 17 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
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|Jinks |GNOME |Bard | 28 | 28 |18/15/14 | 16 | 3 | 7 | 4 |
|Shalethist|SHADOW_ELF|Pal/Swb | 29 | 35 |19/15/14 | 21 | 7 | 11 | 8 |
|Smuldur |GOBLIN |Brg | 11 | 33 |18/15/12 | 18 | 7 | 4 | 4 |
|Vaera |SITH-MAKAR|Rgr | 25 | 29 |18/15/13 | 17 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
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Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek

2021-08-30T17:56:13Z

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== Log Info ==
*Title: Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek
*Emitter: Cesran
*Characters: Cesran and Merek
*Place: Temple of Eluna
*Time: August 29th, 2021
*Summary: Cesran brings Merek back from the dead. He needs to use 2 Wish spells, that are very painful given he's still suffering from mana poisoning. After Merek is brought back Cesran fills Merek in on the little that was missed while Merek was deceased.

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Eluna's temple stands near her brother's, and trees of the grove often wander their vines that way, only to be chased away by the priests--much as two children might battle in the back of a cart. Eluna's temple is composed of solemn, alabaster pillars and marble, as ancient as Her brother's though more austerely kept. Each pillar represents a phase of the moon, over which She has dominion. Their surface is scribed with the words of ancient dreams, those first recorded in the known world, when mankind was first awakening to their significance.
In the center of the temple lies a grand pool. Serene in its surface, it reflects the open sky overhead, though the temple is covered by an arched ceiling. At all times within the surface may the stars be seen. Surrounding this pool are a number of tasseled rugs, on which petitioners sit and meditate, or seek counsel for interpretation of their dreams.
Warriors of Daeus are often found here, providing guards where the wards of Eluna prefer introspection and contemplation. These fighters bear dual symbols, signifying the tie between divine father and divine daughter. They and the priests here speak in quiet voices, reminiscent of Eluna's place as the Dreaming Goddess.
To the north of the temple is a modest library, its function primarily in the way of records--recording of dreams, of meditation, of theories of the proper use of magic--teachings directly opposed by the Shadow Goddess, Taara. It is this last shift that has seen an increase in the number of guards among the temple, and the increased adoption of the Star of Tears among the belts of Seers.

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Cesran has asked the leaders of the Temple of Eluna if he may use one of their chambers to bring back a fallen companion. He is still feeling weak from his time in the Sea of Mana, he has asked that a couple of clerics of Eluna be on standby in case Merek or himself needs medical attention. He's also asked the Warriors of Daeus to have guards ready in case the Wish spells he was using has unintended consequences. He has his staff in hand as he's been going over how to word the Wish spells so that he gets the desired results. He has 2 very large and expensive diamonds as Merek's body was completely destroyed and will need to be rebuilt. Once that is done Cesran can then try to return the body to life. He has one diamond in hand and his staff in the other.

"I'm ready to begin if everyone else is?" He looks around to each of the other people that he's asked to be here. When they all give a nod, he starts as he takes a deep breath. As he begins to cast, his skin beings to light up as his veins and arteries start to glow with a blue light that grows stronger and stronger. He grimaces in pain as his body has not yet fully recovered and using spells this powerful make it feel like burning ice has replaced his blood. He gets through it, "I wish Merek's body to appear before me, as it was right before he was killed by the threads of the void, while he was in the Sea of Mana."

There is a powerful flash as the diamond in Cesran's hand turns to dust and an impossible wind blows the ash. The ash swirls around and around in a mini-tornado before it sets down into the outline of a body. Suddenly bones begin to form, followed by blood vessels, nerves, then muscles and organs, then skin and hair and finally clothes. Before those that have gathered now lies the still body of Merek. Cesran is leaning hard again his staff as one of the clerics moves over to check on him. "I'm all right, just took a lot out of me." He says panting. "Give me a minute and I'll cast the second wish spell."

Merek's body of course would be instilled with magic when brought back the way it was, though with no actual soul in it, that means that it all begins to shift away, and only the main body will remain upon. The man meanwhile, is probably relaxing along in the Halls and beyond into the Dream Realm.

Cesran does accept a long drink of water from the water skin that one of the clerics brought. He takes a deep breath before he clears his mind and focuses on the second Wish spell. This one will be a little more tricky. He'll need to call Merek's soul back into his body. He runs it over in his head every way that he can think of to make sure that Merek indeed comes back and not some demon or angel or anything else that might want to use Merek's body like a meat suit. Cesran brings out the other diamond and readies himself as he starts to cast the spell once again. As he does, once more the lines on his skin start to light up, glowing just a strong as before and hurting just as much as the first time. Cesran has trained himself to concentrate even under the most dire of circumstances and he needs every bit of that training now.

"I wish for Merek's soul to once again inhabit his body and return him to life as he once was before he died." Cesran intones with pain lacing every word. The diamond flares brightly before it crumbles to ask and that same impossible wind carries the ashes towards Merek's body. Instead of settling though the ashes head towards Merek's mouth and nose, filling the once empty lungs. Cesran stumbles a bit and uses his staff to keep himself up right. Both of the clerics rush forward to support him, but Cesran, once he's got his feet under him, waves them off, "I'm okay, but how's Merek?"

All eyes go the body that's laying before them. Daeus' Warriors have their hands on the weapons ready to smite down anything unnatural, while the clerics are waiting for proof of life. Cesran narrows his eyes at Merek's body, "Live damn you...Live!"

It will take a moment, and Merek stands up from what he was doing back in the world beyond. It's difficult when about five factions want your soul. The petitioner finds a way and back into its body. The body in that ritual circle will then begin to come to life, opening its eyes. The man looks about the place, and will lift a hand to casually weave a little magic to draw whatever clothing was prepared for him to his frame.

Merek stands up and will take the time to look at all the clerics, then to Cesran. "Thank you," he offers, while the memories of what came in the Halls begin to shimmer about their way. He does remember the Sea of Mana though. He's been in a situation like this enough that it is easier to relax, although whatever's on the man's mind, well. That's for him to know.

Cesran breathes a sigh of relief as Merek's eyes open and the hand begins to wave some magic. A couple of the Daeus' Warrior's eyes light up as they are scanning for anything evil, but give a nod for the all clear. The clerics take over to try to give Merek a look over to make sure he is healthy. Cesran smiles and winces a bit as even smiling hurts, "You're welcome Merek. I'm glad to be able to bring you back, now we just have to make sure we got all the pieces for Kravar so we can bring him back. I'll be outside if you want to be filled in on what happened after you were killed. I don't know how much you saw or remember seeing, but I'm happy to fill you in. Don't mind my appearance, a gift from the Sea of Mana." He says gesturing to the lines on his face and neck that are also on his hands. He slowly heads towards the door to the chamber and nods his thanks to the Daeus' Warrior that opens it for him. He shambles out to a nearby bench to have a seat.

Merek looks about the place, he doesn't seem to mind all of the paladins. The man is a high profile mage, although he seems to be content to scratch along the stubble of his cheek, "Ya, I was kind of... Part of the Sea of Mana. Watching you all. I wasn't alive, although I wasn't exactly... You know." Not many mages really can say they became part of the Sea of Mana. "I used up what little power I had to do what I was able for that ritual."

Cesran smiles from his seat not too far outside of the chamber, "Good I'm glad you were able to help even from beyond death. We certainly needed every bit of help when fighting that creature. I'm glad that we were able to pull through in the end although I hope to never experience it again. Our bodies weren't meant for anything like that. Aya, Seldan, Serene and I are all suffering from mana poisoning, you might have some too, even though I just brought you back so be careful when casting. You'll be week from the resurrection, but I think you've been though that before."

Merek thinks about it a moment, and looks along to himself. "I will keep that in mind, although... Ya, been through it a few times. I'm not new to it, that said, it's beginning to really wear on my soul." With a sigh, he then nods a bit. "I'm glad everyone's okay besides all of that. It's likely best to get a little down time from it all after that."

Cesran nods as he has rested enough that he can get up off the bench to stand, "Same here, not a experience I wish to repeat so I avoid it as much as I can. I've heard that, hopefully you won't need to go through that ever gain. Yes I was laid up at Soldier's Defense for a couple of days after we made our way back here. Oh be on guard, the general consensus is that while we got most of the void monster some threads did slip away into the Sea of Mana."

Merek nods a little bit to Cesran, "Thank you, I will keep that in mind. I know that it might be a lot to deal with, but we succeeded in that. Which means that it's likely that this timeline will be safe. We still have a lot of work to do to keep it that way. I am going to relax and take time to myself, if that's okay with you. I can exchange letters on the information of what we all learned while there."

"You are welcome. I'm glad I didn't like the look of any of us from that alternate timeline. I'd rather avoid that at all costs. Indeed we do, there are still Animus shards out the waiting to be collected or whatever they'll do. That sounds like a good plan to me. I'm going to head to the Fernwood Pub to get some dinner in me. Give me a week and I'm sure we'll be off onto the next issue." Cesran says with a chuckle as he is slowly and carefully walking along.

Merek nods a little bit, "Alright, be well," he offers, then he waves to the man, while he checks on things, then makes a way along from the place to relax for a while.

Renew the Pact: The Hand of Asumit: Epilogue: Raising Merek

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Maliscious Masquerade

2021-08-27T20:49:46Z

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Emblem of Ea - Thursday, August 26, 2021, 6:57 PM

A 'good training mission' from the Guild leads a young team of go-getters with some more experienced hands to pursuit of some unusual brigands. They track down the trio, a warrior, sorceress and a Mask Golem! They split up, sneaking up to form a pincer, while the others approach. The conversation goes downhill fast and the battle is joined! The "elves" turn out to be humans in masks, who are rendered all but tacticly useless in the battle after the initial rush. The Golem, however, as is their trend, puts up significant resistance, using it's sinister masks to dominate one Sith, while slowly suffocating another. With solid teamwork, and timely inspiration, victory is achieved without casualties, the vile construct is destroyed, and the surviving villains are given their due.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- At a glance around PrP Room: Two =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Boaz 3m 7'0" 292 Lb Sith-Makar Male

Golden Sith with silver arm and bronze leg

Braelnoir 0s 5'11" 146 Lb Human Female (GM)

A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver.

Jinks 6m 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male

A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.

Shilde 1m 4'4" 160 Lb Khazad-Aul Female

Tall for a dwarf, long blonde hair in a thick braid, big blue eyes.

Skielstregar 4m 7'2" 330 Lb Sith-Makar Male

A tarnished bronze scale with fangs and empty eyes.

Vaera 8m 7'0" 262 Lb Sith-Makar Female

A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.

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It's been a time for odd jobs here and there in the Explorer's Guild.

Vampires...

Demons....

Otyughs....

Here, though, it seems a somewhat mundane task has been delegated by the Guild to the group, broached by the plump Gnome woman serving as the Explorer's Guild Agent handling them as 'A good training excercise'.

A bit of bounty hunting, to deal with three mysterious, if rather flamboyant brigands: Two subjects, female, presumably elves but clad in concealing clothing. Of them, one is armoured, the other a caster of some sort. The last, a male, is a sword swinger clad in scarlet scarves and a mask of rough iron.

The brief was a couple of days ago, and the ride out from Greenholme, where a hearty breakfast was had on the Guild tab, has thus far been blessed free of foul weather, though there are some dark clouds brewing on the eastwward winds, today...

GAME: Shilde rolls survival: (14)+12: 26
GAME: Skielstregar rolls survival: (15)+6: 21
GAME: Boaz rolls survival: (3)+6: 9
GAME: Vaera rolls Survival +2: (15)+8+2: 25

(Vaera Shilde and Skielstregar are able to find the remains of the brigands' camp, despite the effort put into cleaning it up. They determine one of the female figures is carrying most of the weight, and the group as a whole didn't eat a lot, and they used only two bedrolls. The trail is leading them northeast toward a forest laced with streams and such. Vaera is dubious that any of these people are elves.)

Shilde pops her thumb out of her mouth, then holds it up in the air, squinting at it from under her thick eyebrows. She lets out a long "hmmmmm".. before stumbling forward when her very large companion butts her from behind with his head. After regaining her balance, she turns back at the large dog and scowls at his plaintive expression. "Stop sulking. It's just a few clouds. Gettin' wet's not gonna hurt you."

Amongst the group riding out was a tarnished, bronze scaled sith-makar with a number of weapons on them. During their time traveling, the group would spy fangs and long talons from under the poncho, the man relatively quiet during their excursion aside from quiet discomfort and the scratching of the scaleless parts of his arms. Many glances were cast about the group, mostly to Vaera. "Verrry well," he bows his head with a low rumble.

Boaz is in his normal armor, a traveling cloak tossed over his shoulders. He's a quiet Sith over all. But when he does speak his voice is painfully deep. The golden scale falling in with the others but mainly the other Sith in the group.
kin calling to blood.
The task doesn't seem to bother him, nor the vauge 'deal with' instruction as normally brigands are dealt with most harshly. He keeps his eye up and alert as he can. The wilds outside a city or even a tribal village is often dangerous.

Jinks has recently acquired a second quiver and spends the majority of the trip futzing with it, shifting his belts, and adjusting buckles. There was an art involved-- finesse, some might say-- to finding a place for this assorted adventuring accoutrements on his miniature form and adding another vessel for arrows has fouled a perfected system. The worst part is that it doesn't match the rest of his kit. By the time the clouds are rolling in from the... south? No, north? East, maybe? he's shifted the whole affair towards the small of his back where he at least doesn't have to look at it. His eye only twitches a little whenever the quiver bumps into the bow strapped in above it.

One of those who were part of the group was a dark red sith-makar who had accepted the job at the guild. The ride out was fine, though the kept an eye on the bronze Sith-makar nearby all the while. She was used to the road, but the meal was welcome at least, and spared having to spend time hunting on the way. And the less time doing so left them well on their way.

"The rain does not bother me." She state neutrally, watching the roads, and the tracks. She stops and looks off the trail, holding a hand as she approached the camp, kneeling down.

"The group stayed here last night, and tried to cover up their presence. But perhaps they are not used to doing so. One carrying most of the load, but there is only two bedrolls that were set, though perhaps one prefers sleeping on the grass. And they did not eat much, they either have few supplies, or are planning on travelling far."

She stops, peering at some of the better preserved footprints she could find. They shake their head. "Though, they do not match the description. These are not elves, the footfalls are too deep and differently shaped."

Shilde just gives a shrug of her shoulders. "Elf, not elf. Bandit, not bandit. Won't know will we find them," she says, rising up from her own examination of the tracks. She claps her hands against each other, then wipes the mudd off on her knees. "Might be one of them isn't a part of them, if you know what I mean. C'mon, Rocky." She starts trudging along where the trail leads, the large dog following.

Skielstregar nods low. The scent of decay was a constant near him, something he strove to stay a bit away from the group for to keep from bothering others. "Ssssuppose they are moving ssslow. But sssteady," he rumbles out. "Maybe more thisss than we think." He follows after.

The golden scale steps over and looks at the area that the tracker read so well. He stands there for but a moment, trying to figure out how all that was seen but lets it go. "Perhaps two shared a bed. Softskins seem to often do such things. Perhaps they are in disguise or are half-sil? But we are close..and hope to get closer. Let us all keep aware."

GAME: Shilde casts Longstrider. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14

The terrain is not too harsh, and the soil is fairly firm, as the weather has been so mild of late. There is the usual amount of noise from the grass as the group moves through it. The occasional bird chasing an insect across the sky or what have you.
The spoor of their quarry, however is slowly becoming more recent, the edges of prints becoming ever more refined.

"aah'PBBBSHKT!" Jinks sneezes again, leaning forward and hugging onto the hound's back for dear life with one arm. He holds a handkerchief about his noise and mouth with the other. Without a saddle and/or bit and bridle (or an anchoring paladina) he's proven to be too poor a rider to sit up straight. And while the trip from dogback to ground is far less than, say, from a gryphon's it's still disruptive and jarring... so his allergies have been given formal invite to the party!
Hopefully there won't be much sneaking needed.

GAME: Boaz rolls survival: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Shilde rolls survival: (19)+12: 31
GAME: Skielstregar rolls survival: (18)+6: 24
GAME: Vaera rolls survival: (16)+8: 24

(Shilde, Skielstregar and Vaera determine that they're gaining ground at a good rate on the brigands, who at this point seem to be moving more to beat sunset than evade capture. Shilde notes as the tracks get crisper than the heavily burdened female's tracks are too refined, the tread segmented in somewhat odd ways, even for armoured boots)

"Now remember, don't drop him, Rocky. No squirrel chasing. No jumping. No.. y'know what? Just walk," Shilde admonishes the dog, wagging a finger at him while the do what they can to keep pace with the larger three members of the expedition. She continues, then, though this is muttered mostly under her breath. "Still payin' for that last time..."

Vaera was following the path at a brisk pace, the footprints easy enough to follow. Much easier to follow, in fact. "They are not keeping tracks hidden." Vaera notes. "They are moving quick, but for the reason, this one is not sure. They may be preparing to make camp and guard. When we get closer, we should be careful, not make too much noise. But we will catch up to othem, with a bit more time."

"You are all okay? It would not do for a sneeze to give our position away."

The vacant eyed sith clears his throat, watching the gnome flail about and sniffle. He rubs his snout. "Thisss one isss fine," Skielstregar hisses. "And agreesss with your plan."

Boaz nods as well. "This one is fine but may not be able to sneak about well in armor. This one will follow your plan as best able too." Indeed the golden scale is rattle-y in his scale mail armor. One could likely hear hime from farther off then the group would like if tryingto be stealthy.

"Hmmmmm.." Shilde grunts, straightening from another reading of the trail, nodding agreement to Vaera's findings. She absently pats Rocky's shoulder, a silent praise for him bearing Jinks. "One of 'em... Y'know, just doesn't seem right. Something 'bout it. Special boots, maybe? Or maybe not human or elf at all. Something else." A hand reaches into her belt for a few strips of cured meats... the dog snatches one right away, another gets offered up to Jinks with only a little

bit of the animal's slobber on it. A third gets popped into her own mouth as she chews, thoughtfully. "Might'n be one of them automatons. Or one of them living golem types." Chew, chew. "If it comes to sneaking, might have to split up."

"... ah-ah-Ah... off when we're closer," Jinks responds after the latest sneeze dispels itself, eyes closed and tearing. Then he gives a muffled 'snkrrrrrt' when the sneeze completes the unexpected flanking maneuver and returns like a murderer in the night. The gnome is doing nothing to steer the dog. So hopefull it knows to follow the Khazad or there might be another (mis)adventure.

(The party opts to seperate as they threaten to overtake the brigands with Jinks and Vaera sneaking up, while the others trail behind to not give away the ruse by the rattle of their equipment.)

GAME: Jinks rolls Stealth: (15)+11: 26
GAME: Vaera rolls stealth: (12)+8: 20
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+5: (4)+5: 9 (perception)
GAME: Flora rolls 1d20+1: (4)+1: 5 (perception)
GAME: Strider rolls 1d20-1: (18)+-1: 17 (perception)

The brigands are in sight cresting a small hillock overlooking a small basin netted in brooks and streams, the branches of a larger river in the distance, fed by rain and the snowmelt of the mountain peaks.

One figure, clad in close fitting clothing, swirled and blotched in floral colors of astounding vibrance, and a what looks like a wooden mask intended to be some kind of elf is talking as much with her hands as her mouth, a quarterstaff whittled along it's length with whimsical animals as much as arcane sigils.

The male is a burly seeming figure, a bow slung over his back and a longblade at his hip, with a collection of bright scarves at his collar, waist and the thigh opposite his sword. He rumbles something that gets the staffbearer to whirl on him before he breaks out in a hearty guffaw.

The third figure, burdened with what looks like the straps of an overlarge pack clutched in it's hands is clad in a... disturbing patchwork armour.

A slender figure, every bit an elfmaid's silhouette, is covered in a shell of asymmetrical plates posessed of an odd rippling effect; some burnished satin, some blued, some oil blackened. A fine enameled white mask of elven features, with somewhat exaggerated ears describes the face of the being, an eldritch emblem carved of amber set within a gold fitting in the center of it's forehead, while both shoulders, and both knees seem to be protected by gold-trimmed steel masks...

That's when the ripples in the armour coalesce... they're -faces-; Agonized, wrathful, leering faces, distended and fused into a protective shell, and every eye seems to shift with every movement.
Of those eyes, not a one have alighted upon the intrepid adventurers...

(Jinks, with his expansive linquistics knowledge, recognizes that amber sigil as a Merkabahn take on an old Kulthian symbol reverentially used for The Tyrant)

GAME: Vaera rolls perception: (6)+8: 14
(Vaera notices every eye of the masked laden female is of the same blank pearlescence)

"Bauglir-enthusiasts," Jinks makes a... well, he makes a face. Thankfully his frown and wrinkled nose is still set firm against his skull. "'Maugrim' or the 'Dragon-Father' if you prefer." He clarifies for Vaera's benefit. He reaches behind his back with one hand and looses his bow from its harness with the other, keeping low in the grass. "I applaud their use of color; usually cultists dress so dark and gloomy..." he's unnerved by the attire and cracks wise (quietly) to... mask that fact.

GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/Local: (19)+9: 28
GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/Arcana: (1)+8: 9 (EPIC FAIL)
(Jinks realizes the figures not innundated with faces are humans. They've been eating well of late, but getting a little soft around the midsection, so clearly this is a new winning streak that they aren't quite accustomed to. The masked thing though, probably some Tarienite joke that got away from someone.)

GAME: Boaz rolls knowledge/arcana: (10)+7: 17
(Boaz recalls hearing some old stories about constructs called Mask Golems, though some aspects of this thing aren't lining up, he's reasonably sure of it.)

"The dragon father? The dragon father is Daeus, not Maugrim." They correct quickly, and quietly. She squints, watching the curious armor especially. "The armor is curious, covered in pearlescent eyes. What should we do, then? Make our presence known, or request surrender? The listing was quite vague, as so many listings at that guild seem to be. They didn't even get the race of what we are after right."

Shilde's hand gripping the fur about his neck rather firmly, Rocky is kept from following after Jinks and Vaera. Of course, the mere size difference between the two makes it obvious that if he really wanted to she'd either have to let go or be dragged along.. but he remains. Only after the agreed upon head start time has passed does she relax her grip and start to follow.

Boaz rumbles in his chest for a few moments and then softly says, "Walk up to these beings. If they do not attack..tell them to surrender. Yet this one remembers tales told of the creatures like warforged ..the golems. And of the Mask Golems. But this does not match the tales this one heard when a youngling."

Skielstregar loosens his speared weapon as Shilde sets off, him following after. For Boaz, anxiety mingled with the scent of death, the long taloned sith scratching at his arms as they went down the path. "Yesss. Offer sssurrender. Then give none if none is acccepted."

The masked figure continues for another step or two after the companions have stopped to have a quick little spot of ball busting. The female spreads her arms wide in an expansive gesture to illustrate 'how big an asshole' he is, a pantomime met with a gods-honest kneeslap, and the boisterous echo of his laughter increases while Blinky waits for the show to get back on the road.

Jinks sniffs quietly, shaking his head and stowing his pedantic argument for later. "I think the masks confused the witnesses... but a lot of tallmen look alike. Those two are human," he murmurs, shifting a finger between the pair not clad in eerie, shifting faces. He sets his bow down and cups both hands over his mouth, humming almost silently and then whispering. He sets his cupped hands down to the ground before opening them, pink motes like a school of fish begin to dart between the grasses before disappearing.
They reappear in the middle of Shilde, Boaz, and Skielstregar, playing among the grass briefly before the gnome's whispers issue, "Maugrim cultists. Possibly from Merkabah. You three demand surrender while we hide? I can hear if you whisper."

GAME: Jinks casts Message. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

Shilde freezes at the sounds of Jinks's voice, whispered or not, eyes shifting about in an attempt to spot him. Perhaps assuming he backtracked. Rocky, however, immediately puts his muzzle to sniffing at the grass where the words are coming from.

Skielstregar faintly growls at the notion of Maugrim, a rumble felt more than heard. He glances down, tilting his head at the magic, but not questioning it. "We can do that. Be ready for usss."
The grip on his halberd tightens as they stride forward.

Boaz rumbles again at the situation and the magic. "We advance. You hide." He confirms to the mystic message. He draws no weapon but continues to walk forward as if everything were normal. Only his real golden scaled right hand betrays him, flexing open and closed.
His scent is heavy with surpressed aggitation and growing prickly. His tail undulates like a snake on the move.

(Jinks and Vaera are about 45' from the brigands now, laying low to await the other half of the team to move in)

Vaera hunkers down behind the tree she was behind, pulling out a longbow and nodding to those on the approach. She holds a hand, making a few movements that may or may not be picked up. "Three down there, Jinks says two humans. Cover from here with arrows if needed. This one will be ready if necessary." <Handspeech>

Jinks collects his weapon but holds one hand between Vaera and himself, the motes come back, appearing to swirl in his palm before the others' voices issue. He cants his head at the responses, making sure the red Sith heard, and nodding again when they ready their bow. "Ready," he whispers and takes up a place behind the tree opposite Vaera.

With Boax and Skielstregar moving forward, Shilde nudges Rocky and starts to follow. Then she backtracks, nudges him harder... then snaps her fingers in front of his face until he looks up. Then the pair hurry to catch up.

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+5: (3)+5: 8 (perception)
GAME: Flora rolls 1d20+1: (19)+1: 20 (perception)
GAME: Strider rolls 1d20-1: (17)+-1: 16 (perception)

The trio are still en pause while the male and female continue their bickering. The Mask Golem, if that's what it truly is, is holding immobile, and probably just as well that it's burdens obstruct most of the eyes dotting the twisted carapace.

However, the distant snap makes the woman in the mask cock her head a little and hold up a hand, "Wait, did you hear....?" When the distant sound of rattling armour makes her, then him turn toward the approaching band, while the forward scouts seem to be as yet unnoticed.

What does one do when one comes along another group of travelers on the road. One raises their hand in greeting. And so this is what Boaz does. Lift a hand and offer a wave as he steps ever closer. "Peace..apon your nests." He says awkwardly.

GAME: Boaz rolls diplomacy: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL)

Skielstregar had a weapon in hand as a walking stick. He glances to Boaz. Then to their mounted companion. He was not a demure man. Neither was the other Sith. This was going to go to shit faster than his heart could beat twice.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP
GAME: Boaz rolls cmb+4: (16)+5+4: 25

It's going to go to hell. He said a 'heya' in Sith and it's all crumbling apart. With a wide swish of his tail Boaz makes a snap descision and bounds forward with a yell. "Surrender!" before letting go of the control of his anger. His muscles pump full of blood and his scales seem to brighten as he rushes ahead and snags up the female shaped foe. Clawed hands hooking into cloth rather then skin.
He roars in her face.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1: (19)+8+2+-1: 28
GAME: Skielstregar rolls damage13+3: aliased to 1d10+6+3: (7)+6+3: 16

There was just something about Magrium that frustrated Skielstregar. The grip on his weapon tightened, nostrils flaring, sending out clouds of visibly cold air. If they were to take these people out, they would need to strike hard, and with ferocity. Skielstregar gulps. Raises his unarmored arm to his mouth. And bites down hard.

The change is almost immediate, unfiltered mana pouring from his mouth as fang and talon grow long, both arms wrench back as a deafening, "RAAAAAGH!" blasts through the camp. He gallops forward on all threes, the other hand holding the halbred level before barreling body first into the swordsman. Impaled, he lifts them skyward, then slams them back into the ground before getting on all threes, once-dead eyes burning as they stare down the last one.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

<OOC> Vaera says, "Okay, going to try a blunt arrow against the last one since Vaera hasn't been seen."
<OOC> Braelnoir says, "blunt arrow against the masks?"
<OOC> Vaera says, "If that's alright, I'd assume she'd have some on her."

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7 -4: (5)+6+-4: 7

Vaera had pulled out a blunted arrowhead from her quiver, hoping to catch the group unaware when the fight broke out. She looks between them as they charged, preparing to take aim at the most vulnerable targets. She couldn't quite get a good shot on the one Boaz had in a crushing grip.

And then the lanky sith tore into their own arm, charging at the man, impaling them and tossing them to the ground effortlessly. Her aim wavers, and the shot lodges uselessly into the path.

"STAND DOWN, NOW." She shouts from the treeline. Whether directed at the Makari or the remaining brigands, it was uncertain.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (9)+8: 17 (CMB for controlling mask)
GAME: Boaz rolls will+2: (19)+3+2: 24 (DC 13: success!)

The meeting goes... well, about as well as it might have in the end, anyway.

With the sudden greeting, even seen through as it was, Boaz was still able to lead the rush into the fray, leaving him with arms full of wiggling sorceress, while Skielstregar hews the scarf connosieur to the ground like leaky wheat.

The Mask, however, while unable to prevent the wrathful hugging underway beside 'her', steps forward, a hand sliding one of the trimmed masks serving as a pauldron in a surprisingly fast motion and almost caressingly smears it like clay to emcompass the raging sith's face to some dark purpose. Even within the fury, the base instincts of the dragon within know something very wrong is at work and rejects the sudden influences at play. Still, the mask holds firm, stifling his rage.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (12): 12 (CMB check to escape ANGRHUGZ: fails)

The wiggling sorceress screeches in indignant, inarticulate fury, enfolded as she in anacondal arms backed by hundreds of pounds of power.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

GAME: Strider rolls 1d20+1: (8)+1: 9 (stabilization roll: failed, continues bleeding out)

The Scarf, for his part, occupies his moments with weak, bubbling rasps.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

GAME: Jinks casts Hideous Laughter. Caster Level: 4 DC: 16 (Blinky is immune)

And in the blink of an eye two-thirds of the bounty is wrangled. Jinks glances at the Sith when Vaera shouts and clears his his throat. Fingers dance through the air until they've found purchase on the weave of magic, plucking, wrapping, and then cupping a hand to his mouth to holler. "Hey now, fella, that's an interesting coat but I'm sure there are better ways of saving face."

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Aspect of the Bear. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15 (Rocky gains +2 AC and CMB)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5: (3)+5: 8 (attack roll for Rocky)

"Alright, alright.. go play, y'big oaf," Shilde grumbles.. but doesn't let go of his scruff until she's done chanting and tracing a few lines on his face. Then she steps back and the great dog bounds forward, eager to assist in the conflict while Shilde herself sits down upon a log nearby, pulling what appears to be a handful of nuts out of her pounch and beginning the process of de-shelling them.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Boaz rolls cmb+5: (5)+5+5: 15 (CMB to pin Flora: Success!)

Boaz shakes his head briefly, trying to dislodge the accursed mask. That failing he fights off another wave of magic with his rage and then gets a better grip upon the wriggling woman, putting an arm into a lock. He snarls and bites at the inner side of the mask without actually touching it's magical interior.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1: (1)+8+2+-1: 10 (EPIC FAIL)

Skielstregar chuffs and hacks, more blood laced mana pouring from him as he pivots around to loom over the felled prey. He sniffs the body, looking as if he was going to take a bite before- "SSStill. Alive," he growls to no one in particular before his eyes settle on the masked one. Refocused now, he lets loose another bellow and gallops forward, a Forgotten straight outta Charn. A war veteran's worst nightmare.

The halberd starts to come up into another gristly display of might, but he fumbles over his feet, a hand clutching at his head. He growls low at himself, "Focussss... f... focusss..."

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7-1: (16)+6+-1: 21
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+3: (5)+3: 8

Vaera was panicking, watching the forgotten sith-makar on nearrly all fours, looming over the fallen man. The bow is drawn with a lethal tipped projectile, pointed straight at Skielstregar. Only when he turns, fumbles over himself does she jerk her attention away, to the strange one who was striking at the others. Quickly she looses the arrow, burying it deeply into a segment of the armor before she ducks behind the tree, breathing deeply.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 (slam attack on Skielstregar, hits)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6 (does 6 pts of bludgeoning damage to Skielstregar)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 (slam attack on Rocky, THREAT)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (13)+8: 21 (Crit confirmed)
GAME: Blinky rolls 2d8+8: (9)+8: 17 (17 pts of bludgeoning damage to Rocky)

The Golem's armoured shell gives the short shrill screch of breached steel as Vaera's arrow scores one of the warped faces along it's back; one who's expressions twists in a dreadful wink as it sneers whence the shot had come. The construct, however, has more direct problems as it is still beset by enemies close at hand. The polearm wielding Sith catches a pair of melted masks, tragedy and comedy, across the bean in a backhand that, while mearly glancing, bespoke of the power within the offending limb. Then, dear Rocky, who had tried to press his own attack, catches Despair and Desire, and this with the muffled rattle of bones pushed almost to their limits.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (16): 16 (CMB to escape the pin, failed)

The sorceress, of such vibrant fashion sense, is alas, less gifted in the art of escape, and is soon, spitting, thrashing and bitching helplessly as the Sith keeps her limbs pinned from any meaningful leverage.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

GAME: Strider rolls 1d20: (12): 12 (stabilization roll: Success!)

Scarves, by the grace of whatever Gods even notice his existence, seems to have stopped proceeding on his way to oblivion, though he remains unconscious.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks uses bardic inspiration; courage, giving the group +1 hit/damage +1 saves vs fear and charms)

Jinks, seeing the strugle continue, moves in closer and, with a flourish, leg raised onto a stump(a little one) a hand to his chest and the other to the heavens, croons out a bawdy tune that stokes the fires of adventure within the team's every heart from it's very first note.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6 (Shilde heals Rocky for 6 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (7)+5+1+2: 15 (Attack roll for Rocky, misses)

Shilde's eyes get drawn sharply back to the fight at the sudden 'yelp' that Rocky belts up... and she's just in to see him staggring back, wobbling on his feet and shaking his head back and forth, snapping at the air. She drops her nuts, then trudges up behind the battle line with a healing spell on her lips.. a soothing spell that is transferred to the large canine when she raches up and places her hand on his flank. A heartbeat after the haling is done, Rocky's vision clears.. and a nod from his druid has him returning to the task of trying to find out where Mask is hiding the treats.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will+1: (13)+3+1: 17 (will save to avoid being controlled by the mask: Success!)

Boaz screams in rage as the mask once again tries to take over his mind. His head tosses one sid to the other as he reaches to his bag and pulls out his rope, preceeding to tie up the caster and not be gentle doing it. That done he steps back, fingers trembling as he prepares to rip the damn thing from hsi face.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+1+2-1: (4)+8+1+2+-1: 14

All the scents and going ons in the battlefield make the turned sith-makar stagger about, them putting a hand on their head. He shudders, fierce gaze locking onto the mask creature. Skielstregar hefts his halbred and brings it axe down, only for it to skirt off a metal mask and bury the head into the dirt. His head was spinning. "Quit. MOVING!" he barks.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (17)+6: 23 (hits Blinky)
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+3: (8)+3+1: 12 (damage reduction brings that down to 7 damage to Blinky)

Vaera seems to have collected themself, braced against the tree, and they twist back into view, drawing another arrow. Putting aside the worry for now, the wooden leg locks into place, and she looses it, the projectile impacting with a solid impact. Though it seemed, ineffective. She slings it over back instead, and begins sprinting down to the scene, keeping a wide berth of the feral Makari. Closer, the scent of fear and shock was much more obvious.

(Moving 30' closer to the action brings Vaera within Blinky's engagement range)

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (14)+8: 22 (CMB roll to use Solitude Mask on Vaera: Success!)

Another face, one whose blotchy tempering makes it resemble a sad clown is suddenly even more depressed when another of Vaera's arrows suddenly finds itself sticking out of it's cheek, near the swell of the golem's hip. Realizing that the approaching Redscale has been the only source of damage thus far, peels another gold embellished mask and hurls it, heedless of the foes pressing it from all corners. On contact, as if formed of some malign fluid, the gold-inlaid steel splashes around Vaera's face to seal off the breathways behind a false Cheshire smile, allowing the truth to beheld only within her exposed eyes.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (4): 4 (CMB roll to escape the ropes, failed)

The wiggling bundle of ire continues to growl and snarl hateful invective about her captor, his pals, his people, and some possibly commentary on his parentage ensues, but she's unable to escape her bonds.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

Scarves is probably dreaming of a world that didn't end in a scaled juggernaut rolling over him.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks maintains his inspiration)

Jinks's song continues, voice resonant and clear, even as his eyes sweep over the conditions of his companions, the sudden makeover of Vaera gets a significant look of concern, but he dare not break his melody just yet, the others may need it.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Frigid Touch. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1: (6)+5+1: 12
GAME: Shilde rolls 4d6: (17): 17 (Brrrrrr!)
GAME: Jinks uses Gallant Inspiration (adds 2d4 to Shilde's touch attack, making it a success, alas, Blinky is immune to the spell)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (11)+5+1+2: 19 (Attack roll for Rocky: Hits!)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d6+3+1: (6)+3+1: 10 (Rocky's bite damage, Blinky's damage reduction brings it down to 5 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+2+1: (16)+5+2+1: 24 (Rocky's bite grants a free trip attack on Blinky: Success!)

Shilde continues her strange chanting, the timbre changing just slightly.. then she steps beside her dog even as her hand takes on a distinctly blue hue and growing a faint layer of frost. Then she touches the masked creature, discharging the magic.. which seems to diffuse with little to no effect in its armour. Shilde blinks, a half step taken back to consider.. then Rocky is past her in a rush, finally finding purchase as he closes his jaw around the golem's leg and bears it to the ground.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will+1: (5)+3+1: 9 (Will save vs the Control Mask: Failed)
(Boaz is briefly under the control of the Mask Golem, and it dominates him to attack Rocky)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee: (19)+5: 24 (To hit Rocky, hits)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee: (11)+5: 16 (To hit Rocky, misses)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6 (Does 6 slashing damage to Rocky)

Boaz is reaching for the mask when his primal yells subside abruptly into over zealous growls. He shifts his footing and crouches, sliding over a step he slashes upwards at Rocky and draws blood! The next downward attack fails to connect but the large Sith looks as if he's going in for the kill on the poor dog.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1+1: (11)+8+2+-1+1: 21 (with power attack against Blinky, Hits!)
GAME: Skielstregar rolls damage13+3+1: aliased to 1d10+6+3+1: (2)+6+3+1: 12 (Blinky's Damage Reduction brings that down
to 7 pts)

Skielstregar backs up a touch as the mask creature falls, him hefting the halbred back and preparing to full body lunge into the beast. But soon he finds his kin sinking their talons into Rocky. His brows knit, mana-blood spittling as he speak/growls, What... What are you doing?!" Confusion, mixed in the rage and the death wafts from the tarnished scale as he follows through with his hit. Jumping and putting all of his weight into the axe head of the halberd.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+7: (17)+7: 24
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+2: (8)+2: 10 (2 handing the hammer, the bludgeoning damage meets no reduction, Blinky eats all of
it)

There was a flurry of movement as the dark red makari clawed at the mask on their face, already in a panicked state.
Several breaths attempted to be taken, with nothing happening.

But they give up, their breath ceasing, muscles shuddering as they move to conserve what they already had. The slowed haze calmed their sense too, as they focused on what was to be done. The masks come from the creature, and they are the current threat. They should be dealt with first. From somewhere in their coat they pull out a warhammer, and in the movement they swing it down into the golem's chest, splintering supports and caving in most of the chest. A wooden leg raises and stomps on their head as well for good measure, even if it did not help much.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

(Blinky is surrounded and flails at random harassers with each swing:
1=Boaz
2=Rocky
3=Shilde
4=Skielstregar
5=Vaera)

GAME: Blinky's Choice rolls 1d5: (3): 3 (Shilde)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8-4: (10)+8+-4: 14 (Slam attack on Shilde, misses)
GAME: Blinky's Choice rolls 1d5: (3): 3 (Shilde, clearly Blinky hates nature)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8-4: (1)+8+-4: 5 (EPIC FAIL, It's an impotent rage)

The construct, many of her multitude of faces gouged by arrow and fang, or splintered by hammer, finds being on the ground to be less condusive to combat than it would like. It decides, for some reason, to focus on the dwarf, perhaps realizing she controls the dog that brought it down, and is able to heal it's enemies. In any case, it's flailings avail it nothing.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (10): 10 (CMB to escape her bonds... HAHAHA.... no.)

Flora continues her fruitless struggling and caking the greenery around her with profanity, and accomplishes little else except swallowing a bug, or maybe a blade of grass.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

Scarvezzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks maintains his inspiration and moves closer to the fray)

Jinks's concern for the group brings the little bard yet closer, his cadences and flourishes continuing to bolster the party, as he comes in behind the fighters in case more direct aid is required. Seeing the bold Boaz starting again perhaps to falter under the mask's dark spell, he flicks a quick gesture out and belts out the next chord in a fortissimo that may just help the sith retain his own intent.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d8+4: (3)+4: 7 (Shilde heals Rocky for 7 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (3)+5+1+2: 11 (Attack roll for Rocky against Blinky, misses)

"Hey! What th'fecking idea, huh?!" Shilde yells, showing about ten times as much passion in this moment as she has for the entire trip. She throws herself at the dog, more druidic healing flowing from her into the furred beast. A beast who, despite being attacked by a raging lizardman, seems focused on a single goal. Trying to pull a piece of the golem off.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will: (3)+3: 6 (Will save against the Controlling Mask DC 13: fails. The Mask demands he attack Vaera, the biggest threat)
GAME: Jinks uses Gallant Inspiration (adds 2d4 to Boaz's will save before he can obey.)
GAME: Boaz rolls 2d4: (8): 8 (This turns his save into a 14, which breaks the domination before Boaz is forced to attack someone else)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee+2+1: (18)+5+2+1: 26 (Claws vs Blinky, Hit!)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5+1: (5)+5+1: 11 (Blinky's DR brings this down to 6)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee+2+1: (13)+5+2+1: 21 (Claws vs Blinky, Hit!)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5+1: (5)+5+1: 11 (Blinky's DR brings this down to 6, which is still more than sufficient, Blinky is destroyed)

The notes from Jinks cause Boaz to jerk in place as they strike and sink into his mind. The growling once again turns into truely enraged screams. Muscles dance out of control as the blood roars back into them.
He all but leaps apon the construct with claws ripping. "Boaz KILL YOU! KILLLLYOUUU EGG SMASHER! KILL YOU!" The thing goes inert and masks crumble but even still he continues to scream and tear into the thing until he's bringing up dirt from the ground through it's corpse.

Wild, wide eyes dart around, head whipping back and forth as Skielstregar focuses now on the fellow sith. They both had masks, and one turned foe. He held his halbered close to his frame, hands shaking as he breaths heavily, staining the front of his armor. It looked as if he was going to take a swipe at Boaz, aiming for legs as their intentions setllted on Vaera, but that changes as they tore into the construct. The man inhales, then staggers as his head swirls. He steps back once, twice, then doubles over.

The overwhelming scent of death receded back to its faint hint, followed by shame. He wipes his maw off, fangs and talons back to their long length. "... T... Thisss one is terribly sssorry," he rumbles in a mumble, looking up at the group. It looks as if he'd offer to help take the masks off. But didn't trust getting near anyone for the time being.

Vaera was not breathing, moving slower, before she could smash the golem again, it had stopped moving. She stomps on the head one last time for good measure. And then she turns her attention to the pressing matter, the mask on her face. It was strange, seeing the yellow eyes looking around, framed by the strange golden snout, as they claw at the edges, attempting to pull it off. But their claws slip on the metal, their wooden leg locking up and sending them falling onto their back. They shake their head and move to sit , working at pulling off the metallic guise.

In time, after the construct has been rent into fragments, the adventurers are able to, with some elbow grease and care, able to pry the stifling metal from their friends' faces.

The sorceress, perhaps reputed sorceress for all the arcane mastery she's snown, goes silent as her protector is left in ruins. Scarves, likewise, has very little to offer in the way of resistance as they are led to the fate the party deems fitting the criteria of a successful hunt.

Carrying back the booty takes some muscle, though there is no shortage in that regard, and the Gnome agent listens with rapt, almost childlike fascination as the tale is told. She is effusive with her praise and offers assurances that the loot will be returned to it's proper dispensation, and that your rewards for a successful mission have already been arranged at the guild hall, awaiting only a short ride out from Greenholme after a night's sleep in a warm inn and another splendid breakfast.

It's during that breakfast that a young human woman with red hair and a lute and a pair of siblings come to ask about the tale...

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STARRING:

BOAZ

A Sith-Makar of a dull golden color and male by the looks and shape of his body. He stands right at seven foot tall and has a good deal of wieght to his muscled frame. His eyes are set deep into his skull, protected by ridges of scale and bone. Small to medium spikes of bone line his scalp, jutting back a few inches each. The longest once perhaps four of five inches long.
His body is covered in scars of varrious types, speaking of a hard or unlucky life. Adding to this thought process are two prosthetics. His left arm and right leg have been remade in colored steel and move by artifice.
His arm is of a near silver color and his leg is tinged bronze.
He wears Khazad made scale mail and carries a long bow and arrows along with his traveling gear. A belt with pouches and a pair of daggers helps give him an even more martial look.

SKIELSTREGAR

This tarnished bronze scaled Sith-Makar stands at an imposing seven foot two and three hundred and thirty pounds. He stares down at most with a slight squint, the narrowed silver eyes lacking the luster of life that most have. Some fangs poke out from his maw, a sight he tends to hide behind too long talons. His scales fight to overlap each other, with some patches missing in seemingly random spots. He walks wide and heavy, felt before heard. And something feels off around him.

A large quiver rests on his back with a few spear heads poking out over his shoulder, with a halbred crossed over the other side in its frog. With him being so large, a heavy shield is attached to his hip with a long bandolier of daggers and handaxes. Well worn and dented armor covers his torso, legs, and tail, with a large faded pendant of a dragon's profile dangling on his neck with simple cloth clothes under it all. However, his arms are left unarmored, bite marks of a large maw present all along both. Scarred and recent. Though, all of this- save the weapons- is usually hidden by a brown poncho.

JINKS

Jinks carries himself with a sense of smug self-importance, wrapped in bright, tailored clothing that flatters his slight frame. The gnome is an average height for his people (standing closer to three-feet tall than four) but manages to look down his nose at even the tallest giantborn. He slinks with an easy grace through crowds forever endeavoring to avoid contact with the common man.
His eyes are large, solid black orbs twinkling with mischief and his thin lips are almost perpetually set into a lopsided smirk framed by an immaculately-trimmed goatee. The hair on his head is shock-white, shoulder-length, and worn pulled back into a short ponytail. He's also quite oviously fond of jewelry as assorted baubles and trinkets glitter about his face, top, and hands.

SHILDE
In some ways Shilde appears to represent a figure straight out of Khazad sagas. Thick, blonde hair; blue eyes large and clear; a warrior's frame, both sturdy and nimble. But rather than the healthy ruddy of long hours in front of the forge or the darker brown shades of the earth, Shilde's skin is a bronzed colour of much time spent out in the sun. Often small twigs, leaves, or other evidence of an outdoor life might be found snagged in her braid and she often bears scents of the outside such as the wet fur of her companion, overturned earth, both living and rotting vegetation, among others.

She is typically garbed in hides and leathers and carries a club and a large shield made of a dark, almost ebony shaded wood in addition to a pack for the rest of her gear. Extending a finger width past the short sleeves and waist line of her leather jerkin appears to be a sturdier armour. A close look reveals what appears to be strings of connected pebbles. An even closer look reveals those pebbles to be oh so slowly shifting about.

A continuous presence at her side is a large dog of indeterminant breeding, grey and shaggy with a perpetually dumbstruck expression on his face.

VAERA

Vaera is quite tall even for a sith-makar, and their scales are a dark red, with bright yellow eyes. There are frills on the side of their faces, and several spines facing backwards to the back of their head.

In most situations, they wear a a long, heavy coat of a dark gray with a navy undershirt that obscures most of their legs, and conceals numerous pockets filled with herbs, and ammunition. A pair of trousers accompany the outfit, though the right leg is cut off for obvious reasons when not obscured by the coat. Their entire right leg from the knee down is missing, and in its place is fitted a hardwood prosthetic. Hinged in several places, it is carved expertly to mimic the shape of a natural leg and foot down to the claw, though the base of the clawed foot is flat to fascilitate ease of movement. Even the scales were carved into place, with several patterns inscribed as well, clearly something to which a large amount of work had been put into.

Maliscious Masquerade

2021-08-27T20:05:31Z

Strike:

Emblem of Ea - Thursday, August 26, 2021, 6:57 PM

A 'good training mission' from the Guild leads a young team of go-getters with some more experienced hands to pursuit of some unusual brigands. They track down the trio, a warrior, sorceress and a Mask Golem! They split up, sneaking up to form a pincer, while the others approach. The conversation goes downhill fast and the battle is joined! The "elves" turn out to be humans in masks, who are rendered all but tacticly useless in the battle after the initial rush. The Golem, however, as is their trend, puts up significant resistance, using it's sinister masks to dominate one Sith, while slowly suffocating another. With solid teamwork, and timely inspiration, victory is achieved without casualties, the vile construct is destroyed, and the surviving villains are given their due.

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Boaz 3m 7'0" 292 Lb Sith-Makar Male

Golden Sith with silver arm and bronze leg

Braelnoir 0s 5'11" 146 Lb Human Female (GM)

A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver.

Jinks 6m 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male

A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.

Shilde 1m 4'4" 160 Lb Khazad-Aul Female

Tall for a dwarf, long blonde hair in a thick braid, big blue eyes.

Skielstregar 4m 7'2" 330 Lb Sith-Makar Male

A tarnished bronze scale with fangs and empty eyes.

Vaera 8m 7'0" 262 Lb Sith-Makar Female

A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.

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It's been a time for odd jobs here and there in the Explorer's Guild.

Vampires...

Demons....

Otyughs....

Here, though, it seems a somewhat mundane task has been delegated by the Guild to the group, broached by the plump Gnome woman serving as the Explorer's Guild Agent handling them as 'A good training excercise'.

A bit of bounty hunting, to deal with three mysterious, if rather flamboyant brigands: Two subjects, female, presumably elves but clad in concealing clothing. Of them, one is armoured, the other a caster of some sort. The last, a male, is a sword swinger clad in scarlet scarves and a mask of rough iron.

The brief was a couple of days ago, and the ride out from Greenholme, where a hearty breakfast was had on the Guild tab, has thus far been blessed free of foul weather, though there are some dark clouds brewing on the eastwward winds, today...

GAME: Shilde rolls survival: (14)+12: 26
GAME: Skielstregar rolls survival: (15)+6: 21
GAME: Boaz rolls survival: (3)+6: 9
GAME: Vaera rolls Survival +2: (15)+8+2: 25

(Vaera Shilde and Skielstregar are able to find the remains of the brigands' camp, despite the effort put into cleaning it up. They determine one of the female figures is carrying most of the weight, and the group as a whole didn't eat a lot, and they used only two bedrolls. The trail is leading them northeast toward a forest laced with streams and such. Vaera is dubious that any of these people are elves.)

Shilde pops her thumb out of her mouth, then holds it up in the air, squinting at it from under her thick eyebrows. She lets out a long "hmmmmm".. before stumbling forward when her very large companion butts her from behind with his head. After regaining her balance, she turns back at the large dog and scowls at his plaintive expression. "Stop sulking. It's just a few clouds. Gettin' wet's not gonna hurt you."

Amongst the group riding out was a tarnished, bronze scaled sith-makar with a number of weapons on them. During their time traveling, the group would spy fangs and long talons from under the poncho, the man relatively quiet during their excursion aside from quiet discomfort and the scratching of the scaleless parts of his arms. Many glances were cast about the group, mostly to Vaera. "Verrry well," he bows his head with a low rumble.

Boaz is in his normal armor, a traveling cloak tossed over his shoulders. He's a quiet Sith over all. But when he does speak his voice is painfully deep. The golden scale falling in with the others but mainly the other Sith in the group.
kin calling to blood.
The task doesn't seem to bother him, nor the vauge 'deal with' instruction as normally brigands are dealt with most harshly. He keeps his eye up and alert as he can. The wilds outside a city or even a tribal village is often dangerous.

Jinks has recently acquired a second quiver and spends the majority of the trip futzing with it, shifting his belts, and adjusting buckles. There was an art involved-- finesse, some might say-- to finding a place for this assorted adventuring accoutrements on his miniature form and adding another vessel for arrows has fouled a perfected system. The worst part is that it doesn't match the rest of his kit. By the time the clouds are rolling in from the... south? No, north? East, maybe? he's shifted the whole affair towards the small of his back where he at least doesn't have to look at it. His eye only twitches a little whenever the quiver bumps into the bow strapped in above it.

One of those who were part of the group was a dark red sith-makar who had accepted the job at the guild. The ride out was fine, though the kept an eye on the bronze Sith-makar nearby all the while. She was used to the road, but the meal was welcome at least, and spared having to spend time hunting on the way. And the less time doing so left them well on their way.

"The rain does not bother me." She state neutrally, watching the roads, and the tracks. She stops and looks off the trail, holding a hand as she approached the camp, kneeling down.

"The group stayed here last night, and tried to cover up their presence. But perhaps they are not used to doing so. One carrying most of the load, but there is only two bedrolls that were set, though perhaps one prefers sleeping on the grass. And they did not eat much, they either have few supplies, or are planning on travelling far."

She stops, peering at some of the better preserved footprints she could find. They shake their head. "Though, they do not match the description. These are not elves, the footfalls are too deep and differently shaped."

Shilde just gives a shrug of her shoulders. "Elf, not elf. Bandit, not bandit. Won't know will we find them," she says, rising up from her own examination of the tracks. She claps her hands against each other, then wipes the mudd off on her knees. "Might be one of them isn't a part of them, if you know what I mean. C'mon, Rocky." She starts trudging along where the trail leads, the large dog following.

Skielstregar nods low. The scent of decay was a constant near him, something he strove to stay a bit away from the group for to keep from bothering others. "Ssssuppose they are moving ssslow. But sssteady," he rumbles out. "Maybe more thisss than we think." He follows after.

The golden scale steps over and looks at the area that the tracker read so well. He stands there for but a moment, trying to figure out how all that was seen but lets it go. "Perhaps two shared a bed. Softskins seem to often do such things. Perhaps they are in disguise or are half-sil? But we are close..and hope to get closer. Let us all keep aware."

GAME: Shilde casts Longstrider. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14

The terrain is not too harsh, and the soil is fairly firm, as the weather has been so mild of late. There is the usual amount of noise from the grass as the group moves through it. The occasional bird chasing an insect across the sky or what have you.
The spoor of their quarry, however is slowly becoming more recent, the edges of prints becoming ever more refined.

"aah'PBBBSHKT!" Jinks sneezes again, leaning forward and hugging onto the hound's back for dear life with one arm. He holds a handkerchief about his noise and mouth with the other. Without a saddle and/or bit and bridle (or an anchoring paladina) he's proven to be too poor a rider to sit up straight. And while the trip from dogback to ground is far less than, say, from a gryphon's it's still disruptive and jarring... so his allergies have been given formal invite to the party!
Hopefully there won't be much sneaking needed.

GAME: Boaz rolls survival: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Shilde rolls survival: (19)+12: 31
GAME: Skielstregar rolls survival: (18)+6: 24
GAME: Vaera rolls survival: (16)+8: 24

(Shilde, Skielstregar and Vaera determine that they're gaining ground at a good rate on the brigands, who at this point seem to be moving more to beat sunset than evade capture. Shilde notes as the tracks get crisper than the heavily burdened female's tracks are too refined, the tread segmented in somewhat odd ways, even for armoured boots)

"Now remember, don't drop him, Rocky. No squirrel chasing. No jumping. No.. y'know what? Just walk," Shilde admonishes the dog, wagging a finger at him while the do what they can to keep pace with the larger three members of the expedition. She continues, then, though this is muttered mostly under her breath. "Still payin' for that last time..."

Vaera was following the path at a brisk pace, the footprints easy enough to follow. Much easier to follow, in fact. "They are not keeping tracks hidden." Vaera notes. "They are moving quick, but for the reason, this one is not sure. They may be preparing to make camp and guard. When we get closer, we should be careful, not make too much noise. But we will catch up to othem, with a bit more time."

"You are all okay? It would not do for a sneeze to give our position away."

The vacant eyed sith clears his throat, watching the gnome flail about and sniffle. He rubs his snout. "Thisss one isss fine," Skielstregar hisses. "And agreesss with your plan."

Boaz nods as well. "This one is fine but may not be able to sneak about well in armor. This one will follow your plan as best able too." Indeed the golden scale is rattle-y in his scale mail armor. One could likely hear hime from farther off then the group would like if tryingto be stealthy.

"Hmmmmm.." Shilde grunts, straightening from another reading of the trail, nodding agreement to Vaera's findings. She absently pats Rocky's shoulder, a silent praise for him bearing Jinks. "One of 'em... Y'know, just doesn't seem right. Something 'bout it. Special boots, maybe? Or maybe not human or elf at all. Something else." A hand reaches into her belt for a few strips of cured meats... the dog snatches one right away, another gets offered up to Jinks with only a little

bit of the animal's slobber on it. A third gets popped into her own mouth as she chews, thoughtfully. "Might'n be one of them automatons. Or one of them living golem types." Chew, chew. "If it comes to sneaking, might have to split up."

"... ah-ah-Ah... off when we're closer," Jinks responds after the latest sneeze dispels itself, eyes closed and tearing. Then he gives a muffled 'snkrrrrrt' when the sneeze completes the unexpected flanking maneuver and returns like a murderer in the night. The gnome is doing nothing to steer the dog. So hopefull it knows to follow the Khazad or there might be another (mis)adventure.

(The party opts to seperate as they threaten to overtake the brigands with Jinks and Vaera sneaking up, while the others trail behind to not give away the ruse by the rattle of their equipment.)

GAME: Jinks rolls Stealth: (15)+11: 26
GAME: Vaera rolls stealth: (12)+8: 20
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+5: (4)+5: 9 (perception)
GAME: Flora rolls 1d20+1: (4)+1: 5 (perception)
GAME: Strider rolls 1d20-1: (18)+-1: 17 (perception)

The brigands are in sight cresting a small hillock overlooking a small basin netted in brooks and streams, the branches of a larger river in the distance, fed by rain and the snowmelt of the mountain peaks.

One figure, clad in close fitting clothing, swirled and blotched in floral colors of astounding vibrance, and a what looks like a wooden mask intended to be some kind of elf is talking as much with her hands as her mouth, a quarterstaff whittled along it's length with whimsical animals as much as arcane sigils.

The male is a burly seeming figure, a bow slung over his back and a longblade at his hip, with a collection of bright scarves at his collar, waist and the thigh opposite his sword. He rumbles something that gets the staffbearer to whirl on him before he breaks out in a hearty guffaw.

The third figure, burdened with what looks like the straps of an overlarge pack clutched in it's hands is clad in a... disturbing patchwork armour.

A slender figure, every bit an elfmaid's silhouette, is covered in a shell of asymmetrical plates posessed of an odd rippling effect; some burnished satin, some blued, some oil blackened. A fine enameled white mask of elven features, with somewhat exaggerated ears describes the face of the being, an eldritch emblem carved of amber set within a gold fitting in the center of it's forehead, while both shoulders, and both knees seem to be protected by gold-trimmed steel masks...

That's when the ripples in the armour coalesce... they're -faces-; Agonized, wrathful, leering faces, distended and fused into a protective shell, and every eye seems to shift with every movement.
Of those eyes, not a one have alighted upon the intrepid adventurers...

(Jinks, with his expansive linquistics knowledge, recognizes that amber sigil as a Merkabahn take on an old Kulthian symbol reverentially used for The Tyrant)

GAME: Vaera rolls perception: (6)+8: 14
(Vaera notices every eye of the masked laden female is of the same blank pearlescence)

"Bauglir-enthusiasts," Jinks makes a... well, he makes a face. Thankfully his frown and wrinkled nose is still set firm against his skull. "'Maugrim' or the 'Dragon-Father' if you prefer." He clarifies for Vaera's benefit. He reaches behind his back with one hand and looses his bow from its harness with the other, keeping low in the grass. "I applaud their use of color; usually cultists dress so dark and gloomy..." he's unnerved by the attire and cracks wise (quietly) to... mask that fact.

GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/Local: (19)+9: 28
GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/Arcana: (1)+8: 9 (EPIC FAIL)
(Jinks realizes the figures not innundated with faces are humans. They've been eating well of late, but getting a little soft around the midsection, so clearly this is a new winning streak that they aren't quite accustomed to. The masked thing though, probably some Tarienite joke that got away from someone.)

GAME: Boaz rolls knowledge/arcana: (10)+7: 17
(Boaz recalls hearing some old stories about constructs called Mask Golems, though some aspects of this thing aren't lining up, he's reasonably sure of it.)

"The dragon father? The dragon father is Daeus, not Maugrim." They correct quickly, and quietly. She squints, watching the curious armor especially. "The armor is curious, covered in pearlescent eyes. What should we do, then? Make our presence known, or request surrender? The listing was quite vague, as so many listings at that guild seem to be. They didn't even get the race of what we are after right."

Shilde's hand gripping the fur about his neck rather firmly, Rocky is kept from following after Jinks and Vaera. Of course, the mere size difference between the two makes it obvious that if he really wanted to she'd either have to let go or be dragged along.. but he remains. Only after the agreed upon head start time has passed does she relax her grip and start to follow.

Boaz rumbles in his chest for a few moments and then softly says, "Walk up to these beings. If they do not attack..tell them to surrender. Yet this one remembers tales told of the creatures like warforged ..the golems. And of the Mask Golems. But this does not match the tales this one heard when a youngling."

Skielstregar loosens his speared weapon as Shilde sets off, him following after. For Boaz, anxiety mingled with the scent of death, the long taloned sith scratching at his arms as they went down the path. "Yesss. Offer sssurrender. Then give none if none is acccepted."

The masked figure continues for another step or two after the companions have stopped to have a quick little spot of ball busting. The female spreads her arms wide in an expansive gesture to illustrate 'how big an asshole' he is, a pantomime met with a gods-honest kneeslap, and the boisterous echo of his laughter increases while Blinky waits for the show to get back on the road.

Jinks sniffs quietly, shaking his head and stowing his pedantic argument for later. "I think the masks confused the witnesses... but a lot of tallmen look alike. Those two are human," he murmurs, shifting a finger between the pair not clad in eerie, shifting faces. He sets his bow down and cups both hands over his mouth, humming almost silently and then whispering. He sets his cupped hands down to the ground before opening them, pink motes like a school of fish begin to dart between the grasses before disappearing.
They reappear in the middle of Shilde, Boaz, and Skielstregar, playing among the grass briefly before the gnome's whispers issue, "Maugrim cultists. Possibly from Merkabah. You three demand surrender while we hide? I can hear if you whisper."

GAME: Jinks casts Message. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15

Shilde freezes at the sounds of Jinks's voice, whispered or not, eyes shifting about in an attempt to spot him. Perhaps assuming he backtracked. Rocky, however, immediately puts his muzzle to sniffing at the grass where the words are coming from.

Skielstregar faintly growls at the notion of Maugrim, a rumble felt more than heard. He glances down, tilting his head at the magic, but not questioning it. "We can do that. Be ready for usss."
The grip on his halberd tightens as they stride forward.

Boaz rumbles again at the situation and the magic. "We advance. You hide." He confirms to the mystic message. He draws no weapon but continues to walk forward as if everything were normal. Only his real golden scaled right hand betrays him, flexing open and closed.
His scent is heavy with surpressed aggitation and growing prickly. His tail undulates like a snake on the move.

(Jinks and Vaera are about 45' from the brigands now, laying low to await the other half of the team to move in)

Vaera hunkers down behind the tree she was behind, pulling out a longbow and nodding to those on the approach. She holds a hand, making a few movements that may or may not be picked up. "Three down there, Jinks says two humans. Cover from here with arrows if needed. This one will be ready if necessary." <Handspeech>

Jinks collects his weapon but holds one hand between Vaera and himself, the motes come back, appearing to swirl in his palm before the others' voices issue. He cants his head at the responses, making sure the red Sith heard, and nodding again when they ready their bow. "Ready," he whispers and takes up a place behind the tree opposite Vaera.

With Boax and Skielstregar moving forward, Shilde nudges Rocky and starts to follow. Then she backtracks, nudges him harder... then snaps her fingers in front of his face until he looks up. Then the pair hurry to catch up.

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+5: (3)+5: 8 (perception)
GAME: Flora rolls 1d20+1: (19)+1: 20 (perception)
GAME: Strider rolls 1d20-1: (17)+-1: 16 (perception)

The trio are still en pause while the male and female continue their bickering. The Mask Golem, if that's what it truly is, is holding immobile, and probably just as well that it's burdens obstruct most of the eyes dotting the twisted carapace.

However, the distant snap makes the woman in the mask cock her head a little and hold up a hand, "Wait, did you hear....?" When the distant sound of rattling armour makes her, then him turn toward the approaching band, while the forward scouts seem to be as yet unnoticed.

What does one do when one comes along another group of travelers on the road. One raises their hand in greeting. And so this is what Boaz does. Lift a hand and offer a wave as he steps ever closer. "Peace..apon your nests." He says awkwardly.

GAME: Boaz rolls diplomacy: (1)+2: 3 (EPIC FAIL)

Skielstregar had a weapon in hand as a walking stick. He glances to Boaz. Then to their mounted companion. He was not a demure man. Neither was the other Sith. This was going to go to shit faster than his heart could beat twice.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP
GAME: Boaz rolls cmb+4: (16)+5+4: 25

It's going to go to hell. He said a 'heya' in Sith and it's all crumbling apart. With a wide swish of his tail Boaz makes a snap descision and bounds forward with a yell. "Surrender!" before letting go of the control of his anger. His muscles pump full of blood and his scales seem to brighten as he rushes ahead and snags up the female shaped foe. Clawed hands hooking into cloth rather then skin.
He roars in her face.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1: (19)+8+2+-1: 28
GAME: Skielstregar rolls damage13+3: aliased to 1d10+6+3: (7)+6+3: 16

There was just something about Magrium that frustrated Skielstregar. The grip on his weapon tightened, nostrils flaring, sending out clouds of visibly cold air. If they were to take these people out, they would need to strike hard, and with ferocity. Skielstregar gulps. Raises his unarmored arm to his mouth. And bites down hard.

The change is almost immediate, unfiltered mana pouring from his mouth as fang and talon grow long, both arms wrench back as a deafening, "RAAAAAGH!" blasts through the camp. He gallops forward on all threes, the other hand holding the halbred level before barreling body first into the swordsman. Impaled, he lifts them skyward, then slams them back into the ground before getting on all threes, once-dead eyes burning as they stare down the last one.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

<OOC> Vaera says, "Okay, going to try a blunt arrow against the last one since Vaera hasn't been seen."
<OOC> Braelnoir says, "blunt arrow against the masks?"
<OOC> Vaera says, "If that's alright, I'd assume she'd have some on her."

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7 -4: (5)+6+-4: 7

Vaera had pulled out a blunted arrowhead from her quiver, hoping to catch the group unaware when the fight broke out. She looks between them as they charged, preparing to take aim at the most vulnerable targets. She couldn't quite get a good shot on the one Boaz had in a crushing grip.

And then the lanky sith tore into their own arm, charging at the man, impaling them and tossing them to the ground effortlessly. Her aim wavers, and the shot lodges uselessly into the path.

"STAND DOWN, NOW." She shouts from the treeline. Whether directed at the Makari or the remaining brigands, it was uncertain.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (9)+8: 17 (CMB for controlling mask)
GAME: Boaz rolls will+2: (19)+3+2: 24 (DC 13: success!)

The meeting goes... well, about as well as it might have in the end, anyway.

With the sudden greeting, even seen through as it was, Boaz was still able to lead the rush into the fray, leaving him with arms full of wiggling sorceress, while Skielstregar hews the scarf connosieur to the ground like leaky wheat.

The Mask, however, while unable to prevent the wrathful hugging underway beside 'her', steps forward, a hand sliding one of the trimmed masks serving as a pauldron in a surprisingly fast motion and almost caressingly smears it like clay to emcompass the raging sith's face to some dark purpose. Even within the fury, the base instincts of the dragon within know something very wrong is at work and rejects the sudden influences at play. Still, the mask holds firm, stifling his rage.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (12): 12 (CMB check to escape ANGRHUGZ: fails)

The wiggling sorceress screeches in indignant, inarticulate fury, enfolded as she in anacondal arms backed by hundreds of pounds of power.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

GAME: Strider rolls 1d20+1: (8)+1: 9 (stabilization roll: failed, continues bleeding out)

The Scarf, for his part, occupies his moments with weak, bubbling rasps.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

GAME: Jinks casts Hideous Laughter. Caster Level: 4 DC: 16 (Blinky is immune)

And in the blink of an eye two-thirds of the bounty is wrangled. Jinks glances at the Sith when Vaera shouts and clears his his throat. Fingers dance through the air until they've found purchase on the weave of magic, plucking, wrapping, and then cupping a hand to his mouth to holler. "Hey now, fella, that's an interesting coat but I'm sure there are better ways of saving face."

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Aspect of the Bear. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15 (Rocky gains +2 AC and CMB)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5: (3)+5: 8 (attack roll for Rocky)

"Alright, alright.. go play, y'big oaf," Shilde grumbles.. but doesn't let go of his scruff until she's done chanting and tracing a few lines on his face. Then she steps back and the great dog bounds forward, eager to assist in the conflict while Shilde herself sits down upon a log nearby, pulling what appears to be a handful of nuts out of her pounch and beginning the process of de-shelling them.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will: (17)+3: 20
GAME: Boaz rolls cmb+5: (5)+5+5: 15 (CMB to pin Flora: Success!)

Boaz shakes his head briefly, trying to dislodge the accursed mask. That failing he fights off another wave of magic with his rage and then gets a better grip upon the wriggling woman, putting an arm into a lock. He snarls and bites at the inner side of the mask without actually touching it's magical interior.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1: (1)+8+2+-1: 10 (EPIC FAIL)

Skielstregar chuffs and hacks, more blood laced mana pouring from him as he pivots around to loom over the felled prey. He sniffs the body, looking as if he was going to take a bite before- "SSStill. Alive," he growls to no one in particular before his eyes settle on the masked one. Refocused now, he lets loose another bellow and gallops forward, a Forgotten straight outta Charn. A war veteran's worst nightmare.

The halberd starts to come up into another gristly display of might, but he fumbles over his feet, a hand clutching at his head. He growls low at himself, "Focussss... f... focusss..."

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7-1: (16)+6+-1: 21
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+3: (5)+3: 8

Vaera was panicking, watching the forgotten sith-makar on nearrly all fours, looming over the fallen man. The bow is drawn with a lethal tipped projectile, pointed straight at Skielstregar. Only when he turns, fumbles over himself does she jerk her attention away, to the strange one who was striking at the others. Quickly she looses the arrow, burying it deeply into a segment of the armor before she ducks behind the tree, breathing deeply.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 (slam attack on Skielstregar, hits)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6 (does 6 pts of bludgeoning damage to Skielstregar)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (20)+8: 28 (slam attack on Rocky, THREAT)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (13)+8: 21 (Crit confirmed)
GAME: Blinky rolls 2d8+8: (9)+8: 17 (17 pts of bludgeoning damage to Rocky)

The Golem's armoured shell gives the short shrill screch of breached steel as Vaera's arrow scores one of the warped faces along it's back; one who's expressions twists in a dreadful wink as it sneers whence the shot had come. The construct, however, has more direct problems as it is still beset by enemies close at hand. The polearm wielding Sith catches a pair of melted masks, tragedy and comedy, across the bean in a backhand that, while mearly glancing, bespoke of the power within the offending limb. Then, dear Rocky, who had tried to press his own attack, catches Despair and Desire, and this with the muffled rattle of bones pushed almost to their limits.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (16): 16 (CMB to escape the pin, failed)

The sorceress, of such vibrant fashion sense, is alas, less gifted in the art of escape, and is soon, spitting, thrashing and bitching helplessly as the Sith keeps her limbs pinned from any meaningful leverage.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

GAME: Strider rolls 1d20: (12): 12 (stabilization roll: Success!)

Scarves, by the grace of whatever Gods even notice his existence, seems to have stopped proceeding on his way to oblivion, though he remains unconscious.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks uses bardic inspiration; courage, giving the group +1 hit/damage +1 saves vs fear and charms)

Jinks, seeing the strugle continue, moves in closer and, with a flourish, leg raised onto a stump(a little one) a hand to his chest and the other to the heavens, croons out a bawdy tune that stokes the fires of adventure within the team's every heart from it's very first note.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6 (Shilde heals Rocky for 6 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (7)+5+1+2: 15 (Attack roll for Rocky, misses)

Shilde's eyes get drawn sharply back to the fight at the sudden 'yelp' that Rocky belts up... and she's just in to see him staggring back, wobbling on his feet and shaking his head back and forth, snapping at the air. She drops her nuts, then trudges up behind the battle line with a healing spell on her lips.. a soothing spell that is transferred to the large canine when she raches up and places her hand on his flank. A heartbeat after the haling is done, Rocky's vision clears.. and a nod from his druid has him returning to the task of trying to find out where Mask is hiding the treats.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will+1: (13)+3+1: 17 (will save to avoid being controlled by the mask: Success!)

Boaz screams in rage as the mask once again tries to take over his mind. His head tosses one sid to the other as he reaches to his bag and pulls out his rope, preceeding to tie up the caster and not be gentle doing it. That done he steps back, fingers trembling as he prepares to rip the damn thing from hsi face.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+1+2-1: (4)+8+1+2+-1: 14

All the scents and going ons in the battlefield make the turned sith-makar stagger about, them putting a hand on their head. He shudders, fierce gaze locking onto the mask creature. Skielstregar hefts his halbred and brings it axe down, only for it to skirt off a metal mask and bury the head into the dirt. His head was spinning. "Quit. MOVING!" he barks.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls weapon7: (17)+6: 23 (hits Blinky)
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+3: (8)+3+1: 12 (damage reduction brings that down to 7 damage to Blinky)

Vaera seems to have collected themself, braced against the tree, and they twist back into view, drawing another arrow. Putting aside the worry for now, the wooden leg locks into place, and she looses it, the projectile impacting with a solid impact. Though it seemed, ineffective. She slings it over back instead, and begins sprinting down to the scene, keeping a wide berth of the feral Makari. Closer, the scent of fear and shock was much more obvious.

(Moving 30' closer to the action brings Vaera within Blinky's engagement range)

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8: (14)+8: 22 (CMB roll to use Solitude Mask on Vaera: Success!)

Another face, one whose blotchy tempering makes it resemble a sad clown is suddenly even more depressed when another of Vaera's arrows suddenly finds itself sticking out of it's cheek, near the swell of the golem's hip. Realizing that the approaching Redscale has been the only source of damage thus far, peels another gold embellished mask and hurls it, heedless of the foes pressing it from all corners. On contact, as if formed of some malign fluid, the gold-inlaid steel splashes around Vaera's face to seal off the breathways behind a false Cheshire smile, allowing the truth to beheld only within her exposed eyes.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (4): 4 (CMB roll to escape the ropes, failed)

The wiggling bundle of ire continues to growl and snarl hateful invective about her captor, his pals, his people, and some possibly commentary on his parentage ensues, but she's unable to escape her bonds.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

Scarves is probably dreaming of a world that didn't end in a scaled juggernaut rolling over him.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks maintains his inspiration)

Jinks's song continues, voice resonant and clear, even as his eyes sweep over the conditions of his companions, the sudden makeover of Vaera gets a significant look of concern, but he dare not break his melody just yet, the others may need it.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Frigid Touch. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1: (6)+5+1: 12
GAME: Shilde rolls 4d6: (17): 17 (Brrrrrr!)
GAME: Jinks uses Gallant Inspiration (adds 2d4 to Shilde's touch attack, making it a success, alas, Blinky is immune to the spell)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (11)+5+1+2: 19 (Attack roll for Rocky: Hits!)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d6+3+1: (6)+3+1: 10 (Rocky's bite damage, Blinky's damage reduction brings it down to 5 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+2+1: (16)+5+2+1: 24 (Rocky's bite grants a free trip attack on Blinky: Success!)

Shilde continues her strange chanting, the timbre changing just slightly.. then she steps beside her dog even as her hand takes on a distinctly blue hue and growing a faint layer of frost. Then she touches the masked creature, discharging the magic.. which seems to diffuse with little to no effect in its armour. Shilde blinks, a half step taken back to consider.. then Rocky is past her in a rush, finally finding purchase as he closes his jaw around the golem's leg and bears it to the ground.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will+1: (5)+3+1: 9 (Will save vs the Control Mask: Failed)
(Boaz is briefly under the control of the Mask Golem, and it dominates him to attack Rocky)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee: (19)+5: 24 (To hit Rocky, hits)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee: (11)+5: 16 (To hit Rocky, misses)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6 (Does 6 slashing damage to Rocky)

Boaz is reaching for the mask when his primal yells subside abruptly into over zealous growls. He shifts his footing and crouches, sliding over a step he slashes upwards at Rocky and draws blood! The next downward attack fails to connect but the large Sith looks as if he's going in for the kill on the poor dog.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 21.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Vaera is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon13+2-1+1: (11)+8+2+-1+1: 21 (with power attack against Blinky, Hits!)
GAME: Skielstregar rolls damage13+3+1: aliased to 1d10+6+3+1: (2)+6+3+1: 12 (Blinky's Damage Reduction brings that down
to 7 pts)

Skielstregar backs up a touch as the mask creature falls, him hefting the halbred back and preparing to full body lunge into the beast. But soon he finds his kin sinking their talons into Rocky. His brows knit, mana-blood spittling as he speak/growls, What... What are you doing?!" Confusion, mixed in the rage and the death wafts from the tarnished scale as he follows through with his hit. Jumping and putting all of his weight into the axe head of the halberd.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 17.
It is now Vaera's turn! Blinky is next!

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d20+7: (17)+7: 24
GAME: Vaera rolls 1d8+2: (8)+2: 10 (2 handing the hammer, the bludgeoning damage meets no reduction, Blinky eats all of
it)

There was a flurry of movement as the dark red makari clawed at the mask on their face, already in a panicked state.
Several breaths attempted to be taken, with nothing happening.

But they give up, their breath ceasing, muscles shuddering as they move to conserve what they already had. The slowed haze calmed their sense too, as they focused on what was to be done. The masks come from the creature, and they are the current threat. They should be dealt with first. From somewhere in their coat they pull out a warhammer, and in the movement they swing it down into the golem's chest, splintering supports and caving in most of the chest. A wooden leg raises and stomps on their head as well for good measure, even if it did not help much.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 14.
It is now Blinky's turn! Flora is next!

(Blinky is surrounded and flails at random harassers with each swing:
1=Boaz
2=Rocky
3=Shilde
4=Skielstregar
5=Vaera)

GAME: Blinky's Choice rolls 1d5: (3): 3 (Shilde)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8-4: (10)+8+-4: 14 (Slam attack on Shilde, misses)
GAME: Blinky's Choice rolls 1d5: (3): 3 (Shilde, clearly Blinky hates nature)
GAME: Blinky rolls 1d20+8-4: (1)+8+-4: 5 (EPIC FAIL, It's an impotent rage)

The construct, many of her multitude of faces gouged by arrow and fang, or splintered by hammer, finds being on the ground to be less condusive to combat than it would like. It decides, for some reason, to focus on the dwarf, perhaps realizing she controls the dog that brought it down, and is able to heal it's enemies. In any case, it's flailings avail it nothing.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 14.
It is now Flora's turn! Strider is next!

GAME: Flora rolls 1d20: (10): 10 (CMB to escape her bonds... HAHAHA.... no.)

Flora continues her fruitless struggling and caking the greenery around her with profanity, and accomplishes little else except swallowing a bug, or maybe a blade of grass.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 12.
It is now Strider's turn! Jinks is next!

Scarvezzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 9.
It is now Jinks' turn! Shilde is next!

(Jinks maintains his inspiration and moves closer to the fray)

Jinks's concern for the group brings the little bard yet closer, his cadences and flourishes continuing to bolster the party, as he comes in behind the fighters in case more direct aid is required. Seeing the bold Boaz starting again perhaps to falter under the mask's dark spell, he flicks a quick gesture out and belts out the next chord in a fortissimo that may just help the sith retain his own intent.

GAME: Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 8.
It is now Shilde's turn! Boaz is next!

GAME: Shilde casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d8+4: (3)+4: 7 (Shilde heals Rocky for 7 pts)
GAME: Shilde rolls 1d20+5+1+2: (3)+5+1+2: 11 (Attack roll for Rocky against Blinky, misses)

"Hey! What th'fecking idea, huh?!" Shilde yells, showing about ten times as much passion in this moment as she has for the entire trip. She throws herself at the dog, more druidic healing flowing from her into the furred beast. A beast who, despite being attacked by a raging lizardman, seems focused on a single goal. Trying to pull a piece of the golem off.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Braelnoir advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 21.
It is now Boaz's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Boaz rolls will: (3)+3: 6 (Will save against the Controlling Mask DC 13: fails. The Mask demands he attack Vaera, the biggest threat)
GAME: Jinks uses Gallant Inspiration (adds 2d4 to Boaz's will save before he can obey.)
GAME: Boaz rolls 2d4: (8): 8 (This turns his save into a 14, which breaks the domination before Boaz is forced to attack someone else)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee+2+1: (18)+5+2+1: 26 (Claws vs Blinky, Hit!)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5+1: (5)+5+1: 11 (Blinky's DR brings this down to 6)
GAME: Boaz rolls melee+2+1: (13)+5+2+1: 21 (Claws vs Blinky, Hit!)
GAME: Boaz rolls 1d6+5+1: (5)+5+1: 11 (Blinky's DR brings this down to 6, which is still more than sufficient, Blinky is destroyed)

The notes from Jinks cause Boaz to jerk in place as they strike and sink into his mind. The growling once again turns into truely enraged screams. Muscles dance out of control as the blood roars back into them.
He all but leaps apon the construct with claws ripping. "Boaz KILL YOU! KILLLLYOUUU EGG SMASHER! KILL YOU!" The thing goes inert and masks crumble but even still he continues to scream and tear into the thing until he's bringing up dirt from the ground through it's corpse.

Wild, wide eyes dart around, head whipping back and forth as Skielstregar focuses now on the fellow sith. They both had masks, and one turned foe. He held his halbered close to his frame, hands shaking as he breaths heavily, staining the front of his armor. It looked as if he was going to take a swipe at Boaz, aiming for legs as their intentions setllted on Vaera, but that changes as they tore into the construct. The man inhales, then staggers as his head swirls. He steps back once, twice, then doubles over.

The overwhelming scent of death receded back to its faint hint, followed by shame. He wipes his maw off, fangs and talons back to their long length. "... T... Thisss one is terribly sssorry," he rumbles in a mumble, looking up at the group. It looks as if he'd offer to help take the masks off. But didn't trust getting near anyone for the time being.

Vaera was not breathing, moving slower, before she could smash the golem again, it had stopped moving. She stomps on the head one last time for good measure. And then she turns her attention to the pressing matter, the mask on her face. It was strange, seeing the yellow eyes looking around, framed by the strange golden snout, as they claw at the edges, attempting to pull it off. But their claws slip on the metal, their wooden leg locking up and sending them falling onto their back. They shake their head and move to sit , working at pulling off the metallic guise.

In time, after the construct has been rent into fragments, the adventurers are able to, with some elbow grease and care, able to pry the stifling metal from their friends' faces.

The sorceress, perhaps reputed sorceress for all the arcane mastery she's snown, goes silent as her protector is left in ruins. Scarves, likewise, has very little to offer in the way of resistance as they are led to the fate the party deems fitting the criteria of a successful hunt.

Carrying back the booty takes some muscle, though there is no shortage in that regard, and the Gnome agent listens with rapt, almost childlike fascination as the tale is told. She is effusive with her praise and offers assurances that the loot will be returned to it's proper dispensation, and that your rewards for a successful mission have already been arranged at the guild hall, awaiting only a short ride out from Greenholme after a night's sleep in a warm inn and another splendid breakfast.

It's during that breakfast that a young human woman with red hair and a lute and a pair of siblings come to ask about the tale...

BOAZ

A Sith-Makar of a dull golden color and male by the looks and shape of his body. He stands right at seven foot tall and has a good deal of wieght to his muscled frame. His eyes are set deep into his skull, protected by ridges of scale and bone. Small to medium spikes of bone line his scalp, jutting back a few inches each. The longest once perhaps four of five inches long.
His body is covered in scars of varrious types, speaking of a hard or unlucky life. Adding to this thought process are two prosthetics. His left arm and right leg have been remade in colored steel and move by artifice.
His arm is of a near silver color and his leg is tinged bronze.
He wears Khazad made scale mail and carries a long bow and arrows along with his traveling gear. A belt with pouches and a pair of daggers helps give him an even more martial look.

SKIELSTREGAR

This tarnished bronze scaled Sith-Makar stands at an imposing seven foot two and three hundred and thirty pounds. He stares down at most with a slight squint, the narrowed silver eyes lacking the luster of life that most have. Some fangs poke out from his maw, a sight he tends to hide behind too long talons. His scales fight to overlap each other, with some patches missing in seemingly random spots. He walks wide and heavy, felt before heard. And something feels off around him.

A large quiver rests on his back with a few spear heads poking out over his shoulder, with a halbred crossed over the other side in its frog. With him being so large, a heavy shield is attached to his hip with a long bandolier of daggers and handaxes. Well worn and dented armor covers his torso, legs, and tail, with a large faded pendant of a dragon's profile dangling on his neck with simple cloth clothes under it all. However, his arms are left unarmored, bite marks of a large maw present all along both. Scarred and recent. Though, all of this- save the weapons- is usually hidden by a brown poncho.

JINKS

Jinks carries himself with a sense of smug self-importance, wrapped in bright, tailored clothing that flatters his slight frame. The gnome is an average height for his people (standing closer to three-feet tall than four) but manages to look down his nose at even the tallest giantborn. He slinks with an easy grace through crowds forever endeavoring to avoid contact with the common man.
His eyes are large, solid black orbs twinkling with mischief and his thin lips are almost perpetually set into a lopsided smirk framed by an immaculately-trimmed goatee. The hair on his head is shock-white, shoulder-length, and worn pulled back into a short ponytail. He's also quite oviously fond of jewelry as assorted baubles and trinkets glitter about his face, top, and hands.

SHILDE
In some ways Shilde appears to represent a figure straight out of Khazad sagas. Thick, blonde hair; blue eyes large and clear; a warrior's frame, both sturdy and nimble. But rather than the healthy ruddy of long hours in front of the forge or the darker brown shades of the earth, Shilde's skin is a bronzed colour of much time spent out in the sun. Often small twigs, leaves, or other evidence of an outdoor life might be found snagged in her braid and she often bears scents of the outside such as the wet fur of her companion, overturned earth, both living and rotting vegetation, among others.

She is typically garbed in hides and leathers and carries a club and a large shield made of a dark, almost ebony shaded wood in addition to a pack for the rest of her gear. Extending a finger width past the short sleeves and waist line of her leather jerkin appears to be a sturdier armour. A close look reveals what appears to be strings of connected pebbles. An even closer look reveals those pebbles to be oh so slowly shifting about.

A continuous presence at her side is a large dog of indeterminant breeding, grey and shaggy with a perpetually dumbstruck expression on his face.

VAERA

Vaera is quite tall even for a sith-makar, and their scales are a dark red, with bright yellow eyes. There are frills on the side of their faces, and several spines facing backwards to the back of their head.

In most situations, they wear a a long, heavy coat of a dark gray with a navy undershirt that obscures most of their legs, and conceals numerous pockets filled with herbs, and ammunition. A pair of trousers accompany the outfit, though the right leg is cut off for obvious reasons when not obscured by the coat. Their entire right leg from the knee down is missing, and in its place is fitted a hardwood prosthetic. Hinged in several places, it is carved expertly to mimic the shape of a natural leg and foot down to the claw, though the base of the clawed foot is flat to fascilitate ease of movement. Even the scales were carved into place, with several patterns inscribed as well, clearly something to which a large amount of work had been put into.