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The Last of Seven Sisters

2025-07-28T11:28:02Z

Telamon: Created page with " The Castle on the Edge of Waking, time unknown On the edge of dreams and the ethereal, there is a place. A castle sacred to Eluna, who gifts it to her most trusted servants from time to time, as a place of power. Much like dreams, it can be a place of happiness and sadness as well. This is, unfortunately, one of the latter times. Telamon has brought Eztli here, stepping through the gate between worlds, and as they walk towards the castle's great hall, he offers the ma..."

The Castle on the Edge of Waking, time unknown

On the edge of dreams and the ethereal, there is a place. A castle sacred to Eluna, who gifts it to her most trusted servants from time to time, as a place of power. Much like dreams, it can be a place of happiness and sadness as well. This is, unfortunately, one of the latter times.

Telamon has brought Eztli here, stepping through the gate between worlds, and as they walk towards the castle's great hall, he offers the makari a smile. "You remember how this works. When I call upon the power here, it will open a door. We'll have to pass by the servant of Vardama -- I don't expect any trouble there -- and then we will meet with Asana." He exhales. "After that, though... I don't know what to tell you."

Eztli was... not doing the best, in the slightest. In a place of dreams, yet thoroughly and utterly exhausted, the small makari was looking disheveled to match the tiredness that permeated them.

The smile from Telamon was met with a mostly blank stare. "If they cause any trouble, I'll burn them to ash. They won't get in my way." Eztli answered bluntly. Then, a pause, and she sighed. "Call her Carver, please. That's always what she prefers."

Well, that was about what Telamon expected. But he places a hand on Eztli's shoulder. "One thing at a time."

The great hall spreads out before them, the banners of past lords fluttering on the walls and the black and silver of the Lupecyll-Atlons at the end. Telamon takes a deep breath, and bows his head, now that he's fully within his place of power--

There's no flash, no theatrics. Suddenly, another door, wooden and bound with iron. Not too dissimilar from most doors in Alexandria, really. And before it, an anonymous, unseen figure, draped in gray robes that hide everything. The hood looks from Eztli to Telamon, before the figure drifts aside. "The one you seek awaits within," it says in a toneless whisper. Nothing more.

Eztli, contrary to her exhausted state, had been fervently scanning the entire room the moment the entrance hall opened up. The hand on her shoulder barely registered on the sorceress.

And barely a moment after the door appeared, her gaze was locked on the door. There was a flicker of flames in her left hand, as if to make good on the threat, but it was short lived, turning to glowing ashes on the wind. Eztli sprinted to the unassuming door, but the moment she reached it she stopped, staring at it, her claws digging into the wood of the portal.

Roved Out to the Waiting Halls, as the Crone's Guest

Great Plains Expand beyond mortal ken beyond the humble door, expanding past endless horizons of gently swaying grass. It is difficult to ground oneself without landmarks, as they gaze upon a soul's final resting place, for this one is boundless and wild and free. Only the 'graves' of remembered companions scattered here and there provide relief from gently rolling hills and the great sky above. Not a cloud for any conceivable march. One could walk for lifetimes. Or ride, as the soul may have preferred in life.

A slim figure is seated not too far away, staring up at the sky with an expression of wonder at the world around her. Of her homeland made absolute, its bloodshed and hard cruelty smoothed to a polished beauty - forever free. With the swaying sunlicked grass, it is difficult to immediately place the figure.

Except a massive white warbow braced against a nearby gravemarker, with Carver's long red hairband swaying from where it is tied to the weapon.

Telamon looks unfazed at the change in scenery, and in honesty... he's not surprised. Carver once mentioned she was from Dran, and this definitely looks like it. As he steps through with Eztli, he gazes around. Yes... a place of peace. Where the strife has finally come to a stop.

His eyes fall on the figure, and he smiles slightly. He knows who it is -- who else could it be? But he touches Eztli's shoulder again, and nods. "Go to her. This is for her, and you. I am merely the guardian." A glance back at the robed servitor. "Well, one of them," he says with a small grin.

The moment of hesitation was not to be had, as the wood shifted effortlessly under her hand, placing Eztli at the entrance whether she was ready or not. The beauty of the area was lost on the makari, save for the figure sitting within it that her gaze snapped to immediately.

This time there was no hesitation, save for a singular grateful nod in Telamon's direction as Eztli sprinted across the plains, intent on burying herself in a hug with the ranger, or sending herself careening to the grass below.

Carver hears the tap of feet to earth, a distraction from her thoughts. Most things here did not move like blood and skin and bones. They obey the memory of blood and skin and bones, the things they do not possess but hold ephemeral connections too, transient passing sensations as souls become increasing untethered to mortal concerns. Still, it is enough to draw her out of dreamlike thoughts as she rises to her feet and turns to gaze back at the world behind her.

Just in time to catch the embrace, shock rippling through the 'body' as arms embrace her. It takes a second as she struggles to make sense of the unexpected.

Then she returns the embrace, perhaps one of their last. She does not speak. It is strange holding dreams in one's arms; dense but uncertain. Like capturing the sound of wind laughing -- half imagined but wonderfully magic.

He lets them have their moment. As many as they need, here in this place between death and dreams, wrought by the power of his goddess and his will. Telamon follows at a slower pace, pausing to inspect one grave-marker or another. But he makes no attempt to intrude... simply content to wait.

The servitor follows in his stead, and Telamon glances back at it. But evidently it's not very talkative, or emotive for that matter. Oh well.

Finding some manner of purchase, as ephemeral as it felt, Eztli hugged Carver close, balling the robes in her hands. The emotions she had been holding back, long after she thought they had been spent flowed out as the sorceress just sobbed openly.

"I-I was worried, when, when you didn't come back, and the spell didn't work, Carver." Eztli managed to squeak out between the sobbing.

Mada. Reida. Cassa. Lena. Suul. Asteris. The gravemarker that Carver's bow leans against? Asana Retzner. Lastborn and Last-Lived of Seven. Sister-Carvers. Their own stories. Their own lives. Their own ends. Made their own way. Well, 'Carved' their own way.

Ah, Retzner. Looks like 'this' Carver took Warrick's last name before the end.

The grass keeps swaying. A trill of wind howling. Anxiety.

"I wish that I could not cause you pain. I knew that it would but... I had a good reason but there will never be a satisfying one for making you carry on without me."

It never can be. Green motes swell with tears but she blinks them back, recognizing the Archmage behind Eztli finally. "Ah, thank you... for helping her. Helping us."

"It was no great undertaking. But Asana... Carver..." he corrects himself, if only for Eztli. "You are still loved. Still respected. No matter what happens. But..." His gaze drops to Eztli, and her tears. "I would call you back, even now. But I could not do so without your consent."

"If you have moved on, then there is -naught- I can do. Not even the Lord of Leca'fi Amdamu can gainsay the wishes of a shade and the will of the Harpist. But I must ask, if only once."

Eztli managed to choke back her sobbing as Carver spoke, the sorceress not wishing to miss a word spoken by the Ranger. She shook her head, burying it against Carver. "It's alright Carver, I-I understand the danger just, I'll fix things, okay? We'll fix things." She replied weakly, turning just enough to nod in affirmation in Telamon's direction. "Whatever's stopping you from coming back, I don't care how long it takes, but I'll fix it, okay? That's a promise, Carver."

"It was never your will, your strength of character that was at question, Ez." Carver says, smiling, gap-tooth briefly flashed but pain lingering there. "It was always mine." Closure. A 'good' reason will never be a satisfying one for hurting those you love. She exhales, still holding the daughter of Dragonier. Why? Why stay when she can return, fight more, fight with and live with those she proclaim to love. Instead? Stay here. Make them carry the burdens of war without her. Pain them with her choice.

"Do you remember the lich in the temple of Elune, deep in the Felwood? For some, it was a battle of heroes to stave off madman's ambition. For me? It was a glimpse of my true soul. Unbridled. I saw dozens, hundreds of me across... I dunno, timelines, existences, dreams. So many and so different but all the same in one way."

Breath, her own throat clenching tight around a sob swallowed back.

"I meant what I said when I challenged Mudgett, that I understood him."

"Cause in so many lives, I was him. Mongrel and murderer. So many did not have a Telamon to give sage wisdom. For a Warrick, to whittle arrows with and remind me to buy a helmet and a little sister to play in the snow with. A ridiculous skypirate friend who still got me to laugh while on a hunt... a love who would shove mountains to bring me back, Ez. I was so much more in this life than those one thousand deaths, no matter how grand I was. I died a vicious beast, soaked in blood and glory but more blood than glory can ever clean."

"You need love. That's the difference. I died with love in my heart and not hate."

"If... there is any hope for the little mongrels of my souls across it all? That they too glimpsed all the little fractures of my souls, that can be a lesson that might save them. It's the lesson you all taught me. I did not die. I sacrificed... I only regret that I demanded even more strength and forgiveness from all of you."

That was the answer he feared. Telamon knows that the priests of the temples know their business, and the call would not have gone unheeded without reason. Sometimes... a soul's time on Ea is done. Whether for good or ill. The archmage's eyes drop to the grasses here on this plain. Innocent. Uncaring of strife and blood and glory.

"I understand," he says finally. His voice is heavy with regret, and sadness -- for Eztli even more than himself. "But carry this with you, Carver. You were more than just a mongrel or a killer. You were always more, always better. You walked fearlessly into the dark places and you strove to leave them a little brighter." He offers her a smile. "I will not forget that."

Eztli remained quiet, latched on to every word said, every expression, every movement. If not to etch the moment to memory, then simply to, make sense of everything. "Of course I remember Carver, I remember how you felt after, but we got through it, right?" The sorceress nodded, doing her best not to break down again as her expression was clenched in place. "But, why do you need to do that to help them, to.. help you?" She wondered. "How does this help you?"

"We did..." Carver says. "You are right, it does not help me but my life was never going to be forever, Ez. No powerful magic, no powerful friends, no great relic was going to change that, we are fated to be born and then die and the struggle of life between these moments are where we are defined. I cannot even tell you that this will save them. If they exist at all. I only believe that they do as I believe that this might."

Never going to be a satisfying answer for the pain. Never. "I can only ask that you forgive me, because iffin' the roles were reversed, I know how this ends. Please. Just let me take a little bit of your light into the dark. To save them like you all saved me."

He doesn't want to do this. It goes against his heart, but... Carver speaks truth here. And every story has an ending. So Telamon approaches the two. "Eztli... every story has its end. I don't want to admit that, any more than you want to hear it. All we can do is carry her in our hearts, and try to keep doing what she would want. To be that light in the darkness."

His gaze moves to Carver, and he nods to her, approving. "We will save others, Carver. I think that's a better memorial to you than anything else we could build."

"I know, I know, we talked about this so many times, and, it was okay, right? Even if it's short, that was irrelevant just... not like this." Eztli answered, unable to keep character any more as the tears returned. "It was supposed to be so many more years, so many more."

The makari chuckled weakly, painfully, with a small shake of her head. "You're making me feel selfish for wanting you back, I guess I am... but how can I argue with that? It's because I care, but, doing that, would mean not caring about every other version of you out there..." She sighed. "I could, it doesn't need to be a bit, does it? I could go with you, wherever you go, Heth made sure there's not much left for me again..."

"Pain and despair are twisted landmarks, Ez." Carver says gently. "To roads not fit for you. When it is your time, we can walk together across plains and through great halls... but, when it is truly your time."

Telamon's hand rests on Eztli's shoulder. "And in time, you'll find her again," he says gently. "They're not called the Halls of Waiting for nothing."

He looks wearily at the silent servitor, before his eyes go back to the pair. "Time is running short, though. We have our own battles to finish, before our story ends." He gives Eztli's shoulder a squeeze. "And if you seek wisdom, or just comforting words... I will guide you."

Nodded slowly, giving Carver another hug. Again her attention was torn away, to Telamon, and to the watcher that had been nearby. The sorceress let out a low growl of pain and frustration. "I didn't realize time was so limited, and I've wasted it on just crying, and feeling sorry for myself." Eztli sighed. "I... sorry, I'll keep that in mind. But I'll stay as long as that one lets me, All this crying, but, I don't want to say goodbye."

She choked back a few more sobs, and nodded. "But I'll hate myself even more if I don't properly say goodbye. And I need to go over everything necessary for taking care of Deathless, right? And... anything else you need me to put in order..."

Carver takes Eztli's hands, "Goodbye 'until' Hello. Carry a little light into the dark for me." Deathless, ah. "Make sure Warrick and Cynthia know I love them, deliver them my great bow and the vault's contents of mine and your name, so that when she knows what she wants in this life, that she can walk toward it without fear... and live wild and free for me, with a smile."

"Goodbye, Archmage. Thank you for all the wisdom you shared with me... and goodbye, Ez, thank you for too much to give in words." The kiss to the sorceress's snout is brief but sweet. "Goodbye and... farewell."

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2025-07-28T11:27:22Z

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==2025 Logs==
===January===
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
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|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
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|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
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|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
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===February===
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|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
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|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
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|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
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|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
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|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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===March===
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|March 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 5]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 3, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|March 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 18)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 7, 2025
|[[Crystal Tower]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 5]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 9, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: Masquerade Mayhem]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]] DM: [[Jarik]] & [[Skyler]]
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|[[Crystal Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 10, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Cashew by Cashew]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 19)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 13, 2025
|[[Dance of the Watchlings]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Carver]], [[Skyler]], [[Simony]]
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|March 15, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 6]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 6]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 18, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 20)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 19, 2025
|[[The Sickle's Edge]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
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|March 20, 2025
|[[Fluffy the Fey]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]] GM: [[Telamon]]
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|March 21, 2025
|[[A Lost Fey Puppy]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 23, 2025
|[[Of Staves and Stones]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Crystal Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 7]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 24, 2025
|[[Archmage Asking]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Murder]], Riptide (as Faphinae), GM: Aftershock
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|March 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 21)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 29, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 7]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 30, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 8]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 31, 2025
|[[Red Matrimony]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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===April===
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|April 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 22)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 3, 2025
|[[Inspector Fritzgilbert and the Ploughing Goat]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Zigrun]]
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|April 4, 2025
|[[The Golden Songbird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], GM: Aftershock
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|April 6, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 9]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|April 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 23)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 9, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Haggerty]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|April 11, 2025
|[[Four Floozies]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]], [[Rocky]]
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|April 13, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 10]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Nary for Nereid]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]] GM: Riptide
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|April 14, 2025
|[[Running Up That Hill]]
|[[Aragos]] GM: Riptide
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|[[Bring a Little Fae]]
|[[Atrid]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
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|April 15, 2025
|[[A Grove Pit Stop]]
|[[Slixvah]] [[Atrid]]
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|[[Homegrown Confessional]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Carver]]
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|April 19, 2025
|[[Neva Gonna Give You Up]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]] GM: Whirlpool
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|[[Grim Deed Part 8]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Reithak]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|April 20, 2025
|[[The Dukes Knight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Rhar]], [[Thurid]] GM: Riptide
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|April 22, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 24)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 23, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|April 27, 2025
|[[Faeology 101]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|April 29, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 25)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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===May===
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{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
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|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
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|May 5, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 9]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
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|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
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|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
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|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
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|[[Sisters Strange]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Aftershock
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|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
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|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 27, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 27)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|June 1, 2025
|[[River Fishing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Free Soup]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
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|June 2, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 5, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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|June 8, 2025
|[[Seaside Yearnings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|June 9, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 5)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 28)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 13, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 29)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 21, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 11]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|June 23, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 6)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 24, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 30)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|June 26, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 27, 2025
|[[In Search of Rolls]]
|[[Carver]], [[Skyler]]
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|June 26, 2025
|[[Reincarnation]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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|June 30, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 7)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|July 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 31)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 7th, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 8)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 32)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 10, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G1]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]], GM: Whirlpool
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|July 11, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Dirk]], [[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|July 12, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skyler]]
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|July 14, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 9)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|July 17, 2025
|[[Hands of Herman]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aftershock
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|July 19, 2025
|[[Grim Deed: Finale]]
|[[Carver]], [[Skyler]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|July 20, 2025
|[[Fire Wrestling]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skyler]], [[Cesran]], [[Jarik]], [[Myoides]], [[Harshad]]
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|July 21, 2025
|[[Info Exchange at the Fernwood Pub]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|July 23, 2025
|[[Archmages Meet at the Observatory]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Telamon]]
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|July 26, 2025
|[[Void-Friend of Taara]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Warrick]], GM: Riptide
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|July 27, 2025
|[[The Void-Eater]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Rune]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], GM: Riptide
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|July 28, 2025
|[[The Last of Seven Sisters]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Carver]], [[Telamon]]
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|}

[[Category:Logs]]

Fire Wrestling

2025-07-20T21:36:44Z

Telamon: Created page with "The Colosseum, midday Given everything going on in Alexandria, from void portals spewing forth villains of the past to threats of continued war, the wrestling match hosted jointly by the Society of Gentleman Adventurers and the Order of the Cockatrice with the Temple of Angoron wasn't expected to be a huge event... Lots of people were displaced by the battles, fleeing for more distant lands where they're less likely to run into an vampire lord or an voidstruck dragon......"

The Colosseum, midday

Given everything going on in Alexandria, from void portals spewing forth villains of the past to threats of continued war, the wrestling match hosted jointly by the Society of Gentleman Adventurers and the Order of the Cockatrice with the Temple of Angoron wasn't expected to be a huge event... Lots of people were displaced by the battles, fleeing for more distant lands where they're less likely to run into an vampire lord or an voidstruck dragon...

"Gods." Skyler breathes as he glances out over the crowds from the sideline, wearing a cloak despite the heat, "I expected a couple dozen people. There's almost a hundred out there." He eyes his opponent before grinning abruptly. "Hope you don't get stage fright."

... Indeed, the stands aren't full or at max capacity, but the crowd is very respectable given the current situation. Enough people have shown up that even vendors are present, walking through the crowds offering ale, water, and meatpies shaped like a chubby Sith-Makar or a small buckler. Skyler is apparently not famous enough to have pies baked like him, alas. But given the gusto of which a barmaid is tearing open the doughy version of Aelwyn's belly with her mouth? Might not be a bad thing.

Skyler grins at Aelwyn as drums begin to pound. "There's our cue. You go first, and I'll follow after. Make this a good entrance!"

Cesran has found himself a seat in the stands towards the back so that he doesn't block anyone's view with his height. He has his dragon headed staff with him as he waits patiently for the event to get started. He looks around to see if there is anyone that he recognizes in attendance today as it's been quiet a while since the archmage has been in the city.

Seated in the stands as well is the rangy half-orc Harshad. And while yeah, the world may be going to the Hells... it's not doing so -just yet-. So time to have a snack and a good drink, smoke a cigar, and watch some mindless entertainment -- in this case, two guys wrestling while on fire.

Puffing contentedly on the cigar (an expensive import), Harshad hears the drums start and straightens up to see the combatants enter the arena.

Myoides, a modest cleric of Rada, was on hand to lend some minor healing magic. Of course, the only token of his office was his gilded pendant for the rest of him could easily be mistaken as just a sailor who wandered down the wrong road toward this most curious of events.

Jarik is down near the front, in a seat he can prop his feet up on a railing. Really, he'd rather be out in the woods instead of this mess of.. people, but alas, sometimes he needs to be supportive. So here he is, making a showing. Though the meatpies on offer are certainly better fare than he'd get out on his own, and ale was always a welcome addition.

He takes a moment to glance around at all the people come out to see this spectacle, giving a slightly disbelieving shake of his head. His eyes return to the arena though once the drums begin.

For the sky pirate's opponent, he seemed... disappointed. The ruddy sith-makar (only slightly shorter than Skyler!) twists his lips and clicks his tongue at last. "Seats are still empty." The masked makari turns towards the human - and slowly a very menacing grin appears. "Stage fright, Pirate? Whyfor, this is barely a show off the side of a street for few coin."

The makari, Aelwyn, pulls over his excessively large cloak over himself. Did he always wear such a cloak? Why was it covering most of his body? "Do not worry," He rumbles, leaning closer towards the human. "This one is of Crimson Troupe. The stage is the fire that is our right." He slaps the human on his shoulder. "Pirate must only concern oneself with his."

The makari then picks up his glaive and with a dramatic flutter of his cloak - that trails behind him like a red ribbon - he throws his hands into the air, glaive held high. The drums sound. The overly excited gobbos blow up the fireworks. There is fire. Smoke. Drums.

Aelwyn's horns are lit on multitude shades of fire, jutting through his half-snout helmet.

He walks towards the center of the stage, slowly taking in the crowd. Surely they are clapping at him! Surely! "I am Dragoon!" He shouts, walking in a wide fcircle. "Knight-Squire of the Order of the Cockatrice!" He hooks up his glaive onto a pot of fire, spinning it around him. "Red Dragon of Crimson Troupe!"

Finally, Aelwyn comes to a stop at the other end of the ring, pointing his glaive towards where Skyler was. "And I dance with fire." He gauges the crowd. "Tonight, the Pirate shall join the crimson dance - perhaps he wil win!" He gives a very cruel looking grin towards the crowd. "Perhaps he will survive."

GAME: Skyler rolls sleight of hand: (9)+12: 21
GAME: Cesran rolls perception: (10)+25: 35
GAME: Myoides rolls perception: (15)+16: 31
GAME: Harshad rolls perception: (1)+9: 10 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Skyler used a Potion of Resist Energy (Fire).

Myoides is a mark. He is all about narratives, and where one competitor is a very short and 'chubby?' red Sith knight versus a pirate who even as they are being introduced cheats behind his opponent's back. It isn't hard to figure out who is the heel. "Boo! BOOOOOOOOO."

Harshad completely misses what Skyler's doing, being involved in taking a drink from his bottle right at that moment. He lets out a hiccup, putting the cigar back between his teeth as he watches Aelwyn doing his performance. "Oh now, there's a likely fellow." The half-breed grins toothily. "I should've put more money on him. Oh well."

Cesran settles back to watch the show as the dragon head on his staff starts to blow smoke rings towards Harshad. He's about to tell his staff to stop that when Aelwyn comes out and he starts to clap for the dragoon as he makes his entrance. He does spot Skyler drinking a potion and his eye brow raises. Still perhaps it's a prudent precaution given that Skyler does not look like he has any innate fire resistance.

Ral-sara, the dragon headed staff also spots it and the staff starts to boo as well, joining in with some of the others around them. "What a cheater!" The staff exclaims.

Cersan merely shakes his head, "It's not a fight to the death, it's entertainment, still one would think that any prep should have taken place out of sight of the crowd.

Was he even looking? Does he even care? Who can say, Jarik seems far more interested at something floating in his ale. He frowns at it, sticks a finger into his drink to scoop it out and flicks it to the ground. Though it doesn't put him off the drink, as he takes another swig right after.

Into the crowd follows Skyler, still clad in his cloak, too.

Cloaks. The ultimate costume for a good reveal, y'know?

He walks forward, giving the crowd a broad grin and raised hands clasped together above his head. While he lacks the trained ease of the Makari, Skyler has oodles of charisma and charm. Even the boos from Myoides is met with a broad grin and pair of finger-guns in his direction.

"Greetings! I am Skyler Skywalker, Gentleman Adventurer of the Society of Dagger Dames and Gentleman Adventurers!" He calls out, voice pitched to carry, "And I accept the challenge of the Red Dragoon!" He gives Aelwyn a dismissive wave of his hand, and in a bold move throws another vial at his own feet, splattering himself with alchemical fire. It catches fire, burning the cloak away to reveal...

"He's NAKED!"

... not quite. Instead, Skyler is wearing a loincloth much like Aelwyn is known to rock, grinning broadly as he flexes his muscles. Not, let it be said, that there's much of them. He's built lean and almost slender, and he turns to Aelwyn, adding, "Before we meet in fierce combat, brother, I would ask the crowd for a moment of silence."

He pauses, and glances around, "Many have laid down their lives for Alexandria in her history. Among them, a hunter that died spitting defiance into her killer's face, the blood of her prey spilled out." He draws a red headband out of somewhere, don't ask or think too hard about it, and ties it around his hair. "This is for *Carver*."

Myoides respectfully curtails the boos, whatever his markdom, as the pirate speaks. His applause was for the moment, not for a person he knew well but for the understanding that the gesture is for someone passing on. It raises his view of the now-mostly-naked man slightly, as the gesture is completed. His view also goes a little higher to avoid any accidental flashing from the loincloth's lack of modesty.

Myoides has reconnected.

Harshad's eyebrows rise as Skyler sets himself on fire. But... huh. That must've been the trick he heard people yelling about just now. The name means nothing to him, but it clearly means something to these two, and so Harshad yells in approval from his spot. "Hail the fallen!" he shouts. "If you are remembered, you will never truly die!" He takes another pull from his bottle, eager to see the battle commence.

Cesran ahs as the potion of fire resistance makes sense now as Skyler lights his cloak on fire. He chuckles a little bit at the pair of loincloth wearing combatants. "Well it seems like they will be evenly matched."

At Skyler's request for a moment of silence for those that have laid down their lives for the city, Cesran and Ral-sara both bow their heads. Cersan reflects on the many battles he's helped to wage on behalf of Alexandria and those that live in it, trying to keep the city safe from those that would see it destroyed or hurt those innocents and sometimes not so innocent. He takes a deep breath as he waits for the moment to be over and the raises his head back up to watch the fight commence.

While the human pirate is making his entrance, Aelwyn moves to put aside his glaive, giving the human the whole stage to make his dramatic reveal, but by the end, he has returned, also holding onto a red ribbon in his hands.

"So many have lost so much!" The Dragoon calls out, continuing where Skyler left off. "The city suffers even now! The hero that discovered the horror of Heth; the arrow that brought back Elune's light into Felwood; the one that preys onto those that would prey onto the weak, and the owner of Deathless." He stops, and looks around the stage, arms spreading. "Why, then, do nothing but fall onto despair?"

Aelwyn turns towards Skyler. "Because we are still standing. The Huntress, Horse Girl of Yggdrasil Union, LAUGHED at death and SPAT in the face of evil!" He starts striding closer towards Skyler now, flicking his large cape so that it starts to balloon outwards.

"That was what Huntress was! That is what Huntress would do!"

He slams his hands onto Skyler's shoulders.

"AND IT IS TO CARVER I, AELWYN, DEDICATE MY FIGHT!"

The cape catches on fire, flicking upwards like wings - and quickly burns away, revealing that the not-too-short-really ruddy sith-makar was also wearing nothing but his red loincloth. "OUR FIRES SHALL HONOR HER!"

Myoides had to admit, the passion was moving. He added to the second round of applause as Aelwyn joins Skyler in dressing themselves in the headbands. "I guess she really liked headbands,". The priest asides to Cesran who he stands near too.

Skyler's expression is grim as he nods to Aelwyn at his dedication, unusually sober as he also clasps the short Makari on the shoulder. And then the moment of silence before Skyler nods decisively and takes several steps back from Aelwyn.

He then glances towards the referee, nodding his readiness to continue. And turns to Aelwyn to smack talk, "Hope you can reach me from down there!"

Cesran claps as Aelwyn honors Carver as well. Perhaps he'll speak to them afterwards and offer his services if they wish to bring their friend back. He watches as another cape is incinerated and he chuckles at Myoides' comment, "Hopefully it's not the start of a new fashion trend. Although even if it does become one, it will only last until the winter." He shivers at the thought of the harsh winds and deep snow that can sometimes plague the city. Not something that he's missed, having to dedicate a spell to enduring the elements every day.

GAME: Skyler rolls athletics: (12)+12: 24
GAME: Aelwyn rolls athletics: (11)+12: 23

Harshad puffs on his cigar, watching the two square off. At the remark about 'fashion trends', he glances back and up towards the spellslinger. "I dunno. There's that one weirdo who was swimming in the Tornmawr in the dead of winter. Supposedly he was helping fish stuff out of the riverbottom, but I think he was just crazy." He turns his gaze back as the fighters get started.

Aelwyn's teeth widen at Skyler's taunt. "This one has no need to reach when one lies below this one." He starts walking closer, innocuous. His movement was quick; light. Also with unnecessary movement and flair. It was like he just couldn't stop dancing!

"Let us not move with our lips, but with our bodies, Pirate. The crowd surely desires _blood_." The Dragoon just as quickly takes a running step to try and wrap his arm around Skyler's waist, to try and bring him down.

"Heard about that, but thought it was just rumors.". Myoides says. Then the wrestling finally starts and he turns his gaze back to the fight. He trusted the Knight to pull it through. "You two got any bets down?"

Forward Aelwyn surges, grasping Skyler by the waist, but all is not lost! Because Skyler... has older brothers. And of course those older brothers bullied... er... played with him so he is no stranger to sudden but expected betrayals and such.

"Avante!" He calls out, using the momentum of the little Sith-Makar that could to grapple him right back, body slick from sweat and the oils in the alchemical fire. Which burst forth in more flames, even as he attempts to throw Aelwyn off him.

GAME: Aelwyn rolls athletics: (20)+12: 32
GAME: Skyler rolls athletics: (19)+12: 31

Cesran chuckles, "Yes there are some brave souls who go out into the water in the middle of the winter. I think they call themselves the White Dragon Club or something like that. They might not be here in Alexandria yet, but I've seen them or others like them in other cities. I wouldn't do it, even magical spells against such cold have their limits and I don't wish to test them." He says as he watches the wrestling match start. His staff oohs and aahs as the two flaming combatants start to wrestle.

Harshad squints as the two wrestle. "Fightin' while on fire? I mean, I dunno if it'll catch on, but it looks impressive." He blows a smoke ring from his cigar. "At least they don't seem to be hurtin' from it. Potions? Or just magic?"

All that bodily oil and wriggling causes the ruddiest sith-makar to slip around Skyler and he clambers up along the human's back.

"Smile before the fall." The Dragoon announces, spreading his arms out towards the crowd. "The flames shall feast tonight!"

The flames lick up along his body as he shows off - and then he yanks his body, flipping Skyler towards the ground with his legs.

Myoides rises to his feet when the first grappling contest seems to flip back toward the Dragoon's favor. That move probably deserves a name. Whaf would a good name for a Sith bodyslam be? "The Am'shere Dismounter!" Work in progress.

Cesran looks over to Harshad and gives a smirking smile, "Oh I think it's the passion that's in their hearts bursting forth in gouts of flaming friendship."

Ral-sara smirks and snorts a little bit at Cersan, "You are so corny." The staff shakes her head.

Cesran looks back in time to see the sith-makar move behind Skyler and them goes to slam him down, "Maybe the Sith-makar Slam?" He suggests.

"Oiy! Giddoffme!" Skyler raises his arms and flails back to try and catch the dragoon on his back. Unfortunately, he's not terribly successful and he's flung towards the ground. The only thing that saves him are impressive reflexes and he's able to barrel roll midair to catch himself on his feet.

"The only thing the flames are feasting on is your scales!" He bellows as he lunges forward to try and use his (slightly) greater height to put the Dragoon into a neck hold from behind.

GAME: Cesran rolls bluff: (8)+0: 8
GAME: Aelwyn rolls athletics: (5)+12: 17
GAME: Skyler rolls athletics: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)

"Hell, I don't know enough 'bout makari to say one way or another. Although," Harshad points with his cigar, "that's about the -shortest- makari I've seen. They usually are a lot bigger." He gives a tusky grin. "But y'know what they say, not the size of the dog in the fight..." A wince as Skyler tries to reverse the grapple. "Oooh, he's gonna get tied up fast if he's not careful..."

Aelwyn catches the ground with his hand and lands on his feet as well, turning towards the crowd. "Veyshan Sandstorm!" He calls out to the crowd - he was not from Am'shere after all. The Dragoon turns towards Skyler and -

Aelwyn catches Skyler by his arm, taking the momentum to lead the pirate into a spinning dance of sorts. "More fire!" He calls out to the gobbos handling the flames. "This one believes Pirate is not even breaking a sweat yet!" And then Skyler is pulled towards the Dragoon and his elbow!

"That is embarassing," Myoides says as he feels called out for misregionalizing the Dragoon. He is happy to have a good name for the move though.

Jarik just shakes his head as he continues to watch, now having run out of Aelwyn shaped meat pie. He flags down one of the hawkers and tosses him a couple copper for another one. They really were good, perhaps if he learned to cook he could make something decent for himself to eat. The call for more fire has the half-oruch wincing. Less out of sympathy and more out of what he might have to deal with later.

Harshad looks at Myoides and shrugs. "Maybe they're smaller in Veyshan? Never been there." The half orc looks at the cigar, now finally burnt down to a butt, and he grumbles, dropping it. Seeing one of the hawkers go by Jarik, he growls, "Oy! Are those meat pies any good?" He digs in his pocket for some coins, while Skyler is getting slung around. "Choler better not have swiped my pocket change..."

Cesran winces a little bit, "Yah it is, I hope that the Pirate can stand up to the heat." He says as he watches Aelwyn start to spin Skyler around. He motions for a meat pie as well before he mage hands over the coinage and mage hands a meat pie back to himself. "I believe that Veyshan Sith-makar are the same size as ones from Am'shere. The Empress has only started to send trade caravans that way so not enough time for any size change. At least naturally."

While he's been relying on natural agility and athleticism to keep up with Aelwyn, aided by the oils and sweat, all good things come to an end. And that includes Skyler's attempts at wrestling while on fire. Maybe it's the fire, maybe it's the fact that Aelwyn is just legitimately better than him.

But the fresh burst of flaming oil thrown at him, followed by the catch as he attempts the neck lock works, and Skyler gets the scaled elbow in his face as he staggers backwards with a split lip. He spits blood to the side, and shakes his head to clear it as he manages to use his greater height to leverage himself free.

"First blood to the short one!" He calls, mockingly.

GAME: Aelwyn rolls athletics: (20)+12: 32
GAME: Skyler rolls athletics: (6)+12: 18

And maybe it's the speculation about his height that has Aelwyn really going. There was a bit of unnatural sheen to him - a lurking something far darker - that manifests whence Skyler announces the first hit. "Do not worry. This is only wrestling."

The Dragoon's lips twist apart into a macabre grin. "This one has not even began dancing yet." With a sudden lurch forward, he grabs the pirate by his front - but his tail also lurks around and wraps around the human's feet, to bring the whole package down towards the fiery sand.

Although his mouth is full of Aelwyn pie, Jarik responds to Harshad with a raised hand with a thumb up. He certainly seems to enjoy them. But his gaze returns to the fight after a moment. "Don't mock the guy.." He mutters under his breath, but he knows Skyler too well to know that that is not going to happen.

Harshad finally fishes out some coppers, and waves down the hawker. "Two of 'em." He drops the coins in the man's hand, taking the meat pies in turn, and points up a little further at Cesran. "And I think that guy wants some as well." That done, he bites into one of the pies, watching Aelwyn tackle Skyler to the sand. "Hoo boy," he mumbles round a mouthful. "That hadda hurt."

Aaand down Skyler goes!

The swashbuckler goes sprawling in the hot sand as Aelwyn surges forward and, for once and for all, establishes that raw ability isn't enough if your opponent has just as much potential *and* the training on what to do for it. "Ow." He says conversationally, even as he attempts to kip-up onto his feet, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, the crowd begins to chant...

"AELWYN!"

"AELWYN!"

"AAAEEELWYYYN!"

Cesran takes a bite of his meat pie and nods his thanks to Harshad for helping to point it out. He winces as Skyler goes down hard on the sands. He lets his mage hand hold his meat pie as he stands up and starts to chant with everyone else, "AELWYN!" Even his staff gets into it as she starts to chant as well, adding her voice to the crowds, "AELWYN!"

Cheering isn't Harshad's style usually, but he enthusiastically waves a hand (with meat pie) in it. Also, his mouth is full, so any verbal declarations are going to have to wait. Sure looks like Aelwyn's going to put paid to this guy's challenge, even if Skyler did have style. Harshad chews furiously and stamps his feet in time to the shouts to show support.

Aelwyn may not be a wrestler, nor the tallest sith-makar - there were shorter, it was common! - but he could held down on his own. When the crowd begins chanting, he flashes his teeth. "This one believes the winner is already declared." He rumbles and then after a moment, moves to stand up, holding out his arms to the crowd. He was still naturally on fire.

"This one! CRIMSON DRAGOON!" Aelwyn responds to the crowd, obviously enjoying every single moment of it. Hands going up in the air. Shout, shout, shout! "DRAGOON, UNDEFEATED!"

Aelwyn then turns around to help Skyler back onto his feet. "We should have been better. We shall be better." The Dragoon tells the human - before hoisting his hand in the sky. "The flame may have claimed him, but his spirit shan't die, the one who walks the sky, SKYLER!"

The crowd cheers! The gobbos throw up more explosions. The fight is over.

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Recent Logs

2025-07-20T21:36:16Z

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==2025 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
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|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|
|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
|-
|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
|-
|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
|-
|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

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

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

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 5, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 9]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Sisters Strange]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 27)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2025
|[[River Fishing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Free Soup]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|June 2, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 5, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2025
|[[Seaside Yearnings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|June 9, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 5)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 28)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 13, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 29)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 21, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 11]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|June 23, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 6)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 24, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 30)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 26, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 27, 2025
|[[In Search of Rolls]]
|[[Carver]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|June 26, 2025
|[[Reincarnation]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 30, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 7)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 31)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 7th, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 8)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 32)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 10, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G1]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 11, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Dirk]], [[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 12, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|July 14, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 9)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 17, 2025
|[[Hands of Herman]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 20, 2025
|[[Fire Wrestling]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skyler]], [[Cesran]], [[Jarik]], [[Myoides]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

Defending the Spell Cannon G2

2025-07-13T14:06:01Z

Telamon: Created page with "The Planar Disjunction Cannon, Alexandros GAME: Simony casts Greater Angelic Aspect. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26 Word had quickly spread through Alexandria: Heth, the great threat that lurked in Dragonier, is coming. His undead, previously seen in probing attacks over the years as he spread like a malignant plague through the land, had begun moving en masse. Rumors already speak of battles already being waged on the Dranish border, of scores of undead appearing amongst th..."

The Planar Disjunction Cannon, Alexandros

GAME: Simony casts Greater Angelic Aspect. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26

Word had quickly spread through Alexandria: Heth, the great threat that lurked in Dragonier, is coming. His undead, previously seen in probing attacks over the years as he spread like a malignant plague through the land, had begun moving en masse. Rumors already speak of battles already being waged on the Dranish border, of scores of undead appearing amongst the people of Rune, and other wilder rumors still.

But one thing is certain: the great dragon itself, flanked by the undead remnants of Dragonier and accompanied by winged shadows thought to be its spawn, is on its way. The butcher of Dragonier would visit slaughter on Alexandria at long last...

... but for one thing. The moment had been long prepared for.

They call it the Spell-Cannon. A work of artifice that laid dormant in the mountains east of Alexandria until it was discovered. Today, that great work has served as an ultimate deterrent, an artifact of Kulthian malice so powerful that even the great Charnish Empire has not dared attempt to take the crown jewel of Alexandria in light of its presence, fearing the use of it would ensure the move would simply be too costly...

...but Heth has no such mortal considerations. They fear not the works of man or god, Kulthian or Alexandrian. They seek only destruction and slaughter, so they say, and so now the cannon is being prepared, and it must at, all costs, be protected.

Today, groups of adventurers from the Guild of Explorers have been called to the structure that houses the spell-cannon. Some are defending the exterior, keeping it safe from incursion by otherworldly forces. Others are clustered inside of the structure, expecting resistance at any corner, from any turn, from anyone. Every able body, every hero, has been called in.

This is the story of the group by the doors that lead directly into the control room for the spell-cannon. The waiting is the worst part. There's an atmosphere that something is going to go wrong at any moment. Being _within_ the structure is unnerving. There are glowing lines along the floor that remind one that this whole place is engineered to house the Spell-Cannon, an object of immense power. It is unlike anything in Alexandria. And it's about to be used to take down a dragon. And this group is the absolute last defense before anything can get into the control room, where there's a group of adventurers also standing guard with the operators of the Spell-Cannon. There is no greater honor.

And there's also no greater feeling of dread.

This is, to put it mildly, not how Telamon wanted to spend the height of summer. He should be grilling outside. Fishing on the Tornmawr. Anything, really. But... man plans, and Coyote laughs. But even Tarien would think this is a lousy joke.

Heth. Damnable Heth. As if the last time wasn't enough. And to make it worse... Lana is defending another part of the spell-cannon's structure. Telamon wanted to stay with her, but archmages don't grow on trees, and the defenders need arcane might everywhere. And so Telamon is... well, he's not alone. Never alone, but still.

His eyes slide over the glowing lines, the arcano-artifice patterns. He just hopes this works. The sorcerer reaches over to clasp Zeke's shoulder, then Dirk's. "I'm glad you're here with me. It's good to have old friends to fight alongside."

These are unprecedented times, indeed. Not only for the rumored ruination of Rune, the deathless decending upon Dran, nor the hastening of Heth and its horde towards Alexandria. No. There is also their presence within and/or amongst the inner-workings of The Planar Dysjunction Device.

Verna occupies a portion of her thoughts and attention to the marvel that surrounds them all, her amateur affection for Artifice provides her enough knowledge to know what she does not know, and only serves to make the contruction all the more intriguing.

The impending threat is not ignored, but little is gained from speculation on what might arrive, what might come to pass, aside from wasteful over-analysis. Thus her attempts at self-redirection. For the moment, her musings are silent.

Zeke stands ready, his green eyes narrowed down the hall ready for the enemy to show themselves. He has a prayer already set upon his lips, his muscles are tense with expectation. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

"Sssaaa." He hisses out a breath of exasperation. "Thisss one doesss not like being ssso clossse to a thing of unknown magicsss." Still, this is what must be done. They must destroy Heth before the dragon can land in Alexandria and destroy everything in his path. "Sssaaa. Thissss one isss glad that you are here asss well Telamon. Thisss one knowssss that you can be relied upon, assss can thessse brave otherssss."

Here Zeke acknowledges the rest of the group with an inclined head.

A muscular and towering silver and gold-painted Sith-Makar stands stoically in the way of the doors to the control room. The glowing energy across the floor makes his silver scales twinkle, and the golden draconic runes of prayers of the Dragonfather sparkle. Skielstregar is at attention with his ominous halberd off to the side, the normally yappy weapon silent.

It was an honor to be here, and the fact he's wearing the ribbon awarded to him all those years ago for this very incursion means this is very important to him. He takes a deep breath. "Sssha..." he quietly growls, growing into a barking laugh. "With friendsss like thessse, even the Dragonfather would have a hard time getting passst!"

How has it come to this? Dirk has come such a long way from the simple hunter and woodsman he once was. And yet, that wasn't so long ago, when one considers the long lives of dwarves. Now, he's a hero in his own right. One of Alexandria's finest. He's had plushies made of him. He's featured in songs and in plays. He even appeared on the cover of a Crimson Pen novel (though he'd -never- admit that the rugged snowbeard on the cover was actually -him-). But even so... as far as his hero's journey has taken him, in so many ways he's a simple son of the wood. A protector of the green growing things, who finds solace in cool shade and sweet water. But here he is now. The last line between Alexandria's future and Heth's apocalyptic fury. Him. The others looked to -him- for this most solemn, most honorable duty.

He's trying his damndedst to keep his knees from knocking together as he grips his thunderbelcher in a white-knuckled grip. A couple deep swigs off his whiskey flask has helped calm him somewhat. But what helps even more is knowing that he's not alone. He looks up at Telamon as the half-sil claps his shoulder, and manages a smile. He reaches up to return the shoulder-clap. "Aye, that it is," he says. "An' when this is all finished an' Heth is a smokin' pile o' rotten meat on the ground, then I'm buyin' the first round."

He looks over to the rest of his friends. Zeke, who freed him from Demontry Kol's enthrallment. Skielstregar, whom he's stood shoulder to shoulder with in battle. Verna, who came to his rescue when Zalgiman Joaki's hounds were tearing at the walls of his cabin. Simony, his fellow shortstack, who has faced down countless dangers alongside him. "We're goin' tae make it through this," he says with a firm nod of his head. "I -know- we will. Yer all me dearest friends. I love the lot of ye, wi' all me heart." He turns his gaze out towards where, even now, Heth approaches, bringing death in his wake. "That's somethin' that rottin' shitbird can -never- take from us," he growls softly.

He squares his shoulders and puffs up his burly chest, racking the slide on his thunderbelcher. CHK-CHAK! "I'm -ready-. Let 'em come!"

THe rough red scales spiraling her off-arm are tingling again. Well, more accurately, they're more insistant, in that.... way of theirs.

Something big was coming, the Great Battle she'd postulated years ago, Brae supposed. In any case, the Korite could no more ignore the brewing storm than she could the quiet nagging of her Mark.

With Heth's ascendence,, and thee measures raised to counter, War had called, and the Stormgardian answered.

Her eyes glitter with a certain energy as battle draws close, and there are nods and 'ey luvs' to those of her acquaintance. Her lips draw back from her teeth in a feral grin as a bar tab is invoked and she thumps the butt of her scythe by her feet, "Aye, that, luvvie!"

For a brief moment, all time stops. And just before the assembled heroes, a door opens. A rectangular blue outline surrounding a starry blackness, an impossibly vast blackness... and from this starry backdrop, a small form steps forward.

Her robes seem as they have always been, deep copper with blue trim, and a small hourglass hangs from a silver chain 'round her neck. Her white hair, now grown to hang down her back and hover just an inch from touching the ground. Spidermasher glows faintly with a blue-white aura, hanging from the loop in her belt. The whole Goblin glows, and she stretches lightly, a pair of angelic wings popping out of her back. There's a visible pulse, and several layers of protection engulf the group in a faintly shimmering sphere.

Simony gestures with a hand behind her, and the door disappears with a pop. She turns to face you all, and smile beatifically.

"I have come to defend the spell cannon by your side. This is yours, and Alexandria's, hour of greatest need, and I am here with the Raven's blessing."

She lets out a little sigh. "Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; or fill up the wall with our valiant dead. In death there's nothing so becomes one, as modest stillness and humility."

GAME: Telamon rolls perception: (4)+35: 39
GAME: Braelnoir rolls perception: (6)+15: 21
GAME: Zeke rolls Perception: (4)+9: 13
GAME: Skielstregar rolls perception: (4)+16: 20
GAME: Simony rolls perception: (8)+30: 38
GAME: Verna rolls perception: (2)+31: 33
GAME: Dirk rolls Perception: (12)+21: 33

Telamon's eyes widen as the door opens, and Simony steps out. For a long moment, he's silent, before kneeling down to embrace his friend. "I'm glad you're here too, Simony. Lana's helping defend another section -- she sends her love, and I think she's glad you're around to keep me out of trouble." He reaches up to wipe his eyes, before straightening his tunic, giving his garments a tiny twitch to make sure he looks proper. Like a gentleman.

He takes a deep breath. "The waiting is the worst part. I don't want to miss anything, but... I almost feel like I should've brought a good book." He rubs the back of his neck. "Still, no news is good news--" He breaks off. "Hey," he gestures for the others to listen. "Do you hear that? Footsteps?"

"All shall be judged justly for their actions here," Verna now speaks up as her hood turns from a device upon the wall to pan across those gathered, "whether The Harpist's Judgement occurs this day or another." An assurance, in her mind, if perhaps far less eloquent or rousing as others'. Her hood dips to individuals in acknowledge, pausing briefly upon Telamon. "I brought several volumes of -" her words halt and her attention traverses to the entrance. "I suspect that more information shall be forthcoming momentarily."

Zeke glances toward Telamon when the mage mentions hearing footsteps. He hears nothing, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. "There ssshould be no one coming yesss?" He asks, trying to remember if there was anyone last-minute who might be arriving for one reason or another. He can think of none, but he doesn't want to jump to conclusions. "Perhapsss it isss reinforcementssss."

Dirk perks up, his eyes narrowing as he turns his gaze on the doorway. He lifts his thunderbelcher to his shoulder. "Aye, I hear it," he growls. "On guard, friends. We dinnae ken who it is that's comin'. But we cannae let anyone get past us. If we fall, Alexandria falls with us. An' -that'll- only happen over my coolin' corpse!" He doesn't sight down the barrel -just- yet. But he's on tenderhooks, ready to unleash thunder at the drop of a hat. He gives Zeke a glance. "Och, let's hope that's all it is," he grumbles softly, before focusing his gaze with laser intensity on the door.

More poeticly spoken than she'd heard in a long time, for sure, but the pale gobber says good things.

Mostly.

She's seen beyond for her ilk, and stepping back then had torn open a wound that keens even now, coutered by a steely 'The job's not done' that has, since then, been her millstone.

WIth the note of impending footfalls, Brae shifts the grip on her grim weapon and looks around, "Guess we're playin' early then?" she speculates.

Skiel blinks as Simony appears out of a doorway that wasn't there. "Oh- hello Ssshaman Simony." He's a touch confused from Telamon's reaction, but he tables it for now. There's a muuuuuch bigger thing going on at the moment. "Glad you can join usss for...-"

He silences himself, craning his head to the side to try and listen better. Skiel doesn't hear anything, but... He moves Malefic to both hands. "Don't like. Too many thingssss to go wrong. Big machine powering, anyone coming musst wisssh for death or beg for forgivenesssss."

The Goblin sniffles at Telamon, and happily hugs her mentor and friend. She winks at him. "I did say I would be there in times of great need. And that I would pop in from time to time to say hello. The chances of those two things happening at the same time were apparently not zero."

Simony grins to Skiel then, "Skielstregar, you are as shiny and impressive as ever. It is good to see you, my statuesque friend." She looks to the others in turn, "As it is good to see you all."

The sounds of running footsteps have her looking over her shoulder and then turning around, a hand pulling Spidermasher free, and then tugging the shield from her back. "Once more unto the breach."

The footsteps some people had heard round around a corner, and then another corner, and then three people appear, coming to a respectable stop away from the group. They are dressed like mages, to put it bluntly. Robes with hoods drawn, impressive-looking staves, a generally wizardly air about them... They practically look like they just arrived from the Arcanists' Society in Alexandria. One of them drops his hood to reveal a sildanyari man who could practically pass as Telamon's cousin.

"Greetings. I am Archmage Wynair, a visiting dignitary from Marniar'nir in the Mythwood. I have come with my aides, Anum and Eran. I have clearance from the Council of Alexandria. May I enter the control room?" He smiles wanly.

GAME: Telamon rolls knowledge/local+5: (5)+13+5: 23

Zeke steps forward then, offering his hand - the crystal one - to the mages. "Ssssa. Peasce upon your nesssst." He notices that the mage seems a little... nervous as he approaches and he offers his hand to the other male in greeting as he's seen Telamon do a thousand times. "Will you not greet thissss one?" He tilts his head to the side innocently.

Telamon raises his hand, regarding the approaching mages sternly. "You are known to me, Archmage Wynair. However, the council was very specific about who would be allowed into the control room." He pauses, as Zeke approaches them, before he smiles suddenly. "Indeed. Step forth and be known to my comrades, Archmage."

Skielstregar gives a horribly toothy and fanged grin to Simony, but it drops to a snarl as the trio makes themselves known. "Sssa... very ssspecific..." he rumbles, stepping up closer towards the Sunguard and stopping wide with his polearm held off to the side. Blocking with his mass and aura. "Forgive the unpleassantriesss...

Verna reserves judgement of the sildanyari, aside from the stereotypical apparel, until after Telamon's acknowledgement. "Your presence is fortuitous, and welcome."

The Korite's brow arches a bit as the spell-to-do round the corner, even as her other hand, the spikey one, clatters shut around the haft of the scythe.

"Oh, hiiIIIiii...!" Brae singsongs irreverently, but glances to either of the others as they bring their own take on challenge-counter-challenge.

For her part, she stands firm so as not to create an opening, should the conversation go awry.

Dirk steps up alongside Telamon, his bushy white brows furrowed dourly over his eyes. He's content to let Telamon take the lead on this one--and so far, his friend hasn't seen the need for violence. Doesn't change the fact that the burly old snowbeard is wound up tighter than a watchspring, ready to jump at the slightest hint of trouble. "They dinnae tell -us- ye were comin'," he grumbles quietly under his breath.

The Goblin remains quiet as the leader of the trio of 'Mages' speaks and requests entry to the control room. She remains quiet as people begin to take positions between the door and the fresh company.

The Goblin takes a few steps forward, standing beside the silvery Skielstregar and crossing her arms.

"No, you may not."

Wynair's lips pout a little, taking a step back at Zeke's words that are a subtle challenge. "I beg forgiveness. I have a phobia of being touched, and I have taken extensive steps to ward myself and my companions against the troubles that might be present here--"

As he says that, though, one of his companions taps his staff, as does the other, and a blink of the eyes leads to their eyes rolling back in their heads briefly before they open again. In unison, they cry, "THE MASTER DEMANDS IT. NOW IS THE HOUR."

"Oh, very well, then," Wynair says with a little chuckle. He snaps his fingers, and portals open. "The Hour is upon us!" he cries out in glee.

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Riptide has dropped a TIMESTOP!

Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for Riptide to instruct you further. You may earn RPP by logging a scene for a GM.

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 34.
It is now SEEDS OF THE VOID's turn! Telamon is next!
GAME: Zeke rolls Will: (6)+26: 32
GAME: Skielstregar rolls will: (9)+11: 20
GAME: Telamon rolls Will+5: (7)+25+5: 37
GAME: Braelnoir rolls will: (4)+7: 11
GAME: Simony rolls will: (4)+24: 28
GAME: Verna rolls will+2: (7)+26+2: 35
GAME: Dirk rolls Will: (4)+12: 16
GAME: Dirk rolls Will: (2)+12: 14
GAME: Braelnoir rolls will: (6)+7: 13
GAME: Simony rolls will: (2)+24: 26

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (20)+23: 43
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (15)+23: 38
GAME: Riptide rolls 2d6+12: (5)+12: 17
GAME: Zeke rolls Fortitude: (13)+20: 33
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (1)+23: 24 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (13)+23: 36
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (20)+23: 43
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (5)+6: 11
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (6)+6: 12
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (1)+6: 7

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d4: (3): 3
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (15)+23: 38
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (1)+23: 24 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (4)+23: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (3)+23: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (15)+23: 38
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (17)+23: 40
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (20)+23: 43
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (20)+23: 43

GAME: Zeke casts Dimensional Lock. Caster Level: 20 DC: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23-8: (20)+23+-8: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23-8: (15)+23+-8: 30
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (2)+6: 8
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (5)+6: 11
GAME: Simony rolls fortitude: (20)+21: 41 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)

Horrible creatures come through the portals, the stuff of nightmares, sleek and pale like the stars between the void of night. Their tentacle-clad faces are eldritch things, clinging to infernal pipes. Two of them raise the pipes up to mouths that do not resemble mouths, and the eldritch song is an ethereal thing. It compels one... to dance. To revel. The end of all they know is nigh. They will not have to worry anymore about the drudgeries of their existence.

Braelnoir, Skielstregar, and Dirk are dancing then, taken over by the music.

Two of the other strange beings lash out with their tentacles. One buffets Zeke, and the other assaults Simony, battering with the cruel sting of their limbs. There is a sensation of poison that is quickly rebuffed, the venom defeated by the bodies of heroes that will not fall here today.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 20.
It is now Telamon's turn! Dirk is next!

GAME: Telamon casts Haste/Quicken. Caster Level: 20 DC: 28

Not unexpected, but still a bad situation. Still... they have options. Telamon's first move is to swiftly cast his quickening magic, letting the spell leap from friend to friend, making their movements swifter. "There, that should..." He realizes half of the party is now engaged in compulsory waltz. "...Shit."

"Verna! See if you can break the spell! I'm going to give these bastards something to listen to!" His hand dips down into a small pouch at his belt, one marked with the crescent and moon of Eluna. It comes out holding a silver horn with delicate filigree, and he raises it to his lips, and blows it--

What comes out isn't really music. The sound is... alien. Strange. Alarming. But it washes over the heroes without incident. The ghastly tentacled things, and their mage allies, on the other hand... the sound -echoes-, rippling back and forth, like a bell struck in their damaged souls, causing distortion in their movements.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 19.
It is now Dirk's turn! Sus Wizards is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d4+1: (1)+1: 2

Dirk's eyes get wide as those -things- are loosed upon the spell-cannon facility. "Beards o' me fa--" But he can't finish the exclamation. As those haunting pipes begin to play, his eyes get wide. His beard quivers. He shakes all over as his foot starts to tap. "Oh no, gods, no -please- not now," he moans. But he's helpless to resist. He starts step-dancing in place, his feet moving in a brisk tempo. "Lads, I hope ye can do summat about this -quick-!" he cries in a strangled tone.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 15.
It is now Sus Wizards' turn! Simony is next!

GAME: Telamon rolls Reflex: (3)+18: 21
GAME: Zeke rolls Reflex: (19)+14: 33
GAME: Dirk rolls reflex-10+2: (7)+17+-10+2: 16
GAME: Telamon rolls Reflex: (3)+18: 21
GAME: Riptide rolls 20d6: (77): 77

GAME: Telamon rolls Will+5: (7)+25+5: 37
GAME: Verna rolls will+2: (10)+26+2: 38
GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (14)+26: 40
GAME: Verna rolls spellcraft+4: (3)+38+4: 45

The three mages work in concert. One of Wynair's aides--either Anum or Eran, as it was never really indicated who is who--fires a noxious bolt of lightning off at Zeke that then arcs to Telamon and Dirk. However, at the last moment, Zeke sheds some divinity, and the electricity is rerouted back to him before it ever reaches the dancing khazad.

"Rejoice in the hour of the end! Join us!" Wynair cries out as he points a finger at Telamon, but the archmage is unaffected. His aide does something similar to Verna, but the sole wizard of the Lupecyll-Atlon family is able to shrug it off.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Simony's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Simony casts S8: Blessing of Fervor. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 15d6: (47): 47
GAME: Simony casts Blade Barrier. Caster Level: 20 DC: 24
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13: (2)+13: 15
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13: (15)+13: 28
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13: (18)+13: 31

The wee Goblin, like Zeke, weathers a storm of tentacle attacks, but unlike previous times, she seems more insulted than injured. She glances around at the others, and nods slowly. A snap of her fingers brings a familiar (to most) feeling of confidence and the presence of a greater being keeping an eye on on things, and encouragement to do all you can to win this fight.

"Ah, I see you went to the magic school of impressively standing in line while casting spells. Allow me to DISABUSE YOU OF THIS HABIT." The prayer is somewhat hurried, but the wording is precise and almost martial sounding. It ends as she gestures with a hand, encompassing the entirety of the back wall. A horrifying noise begins, the sound of steel on steel, and something shimmers along that back wall. The wizards all begin to exhihibit wounds, with one screaming in agony and tears appear all over his clothing, and blood flows freely.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Verna is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (17)+23: 40
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (4)+6: 10
GAME: Skielstregar rolls fortitude+1: (6)+16+1: 23
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d4: (4): 4
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d4: (1): 1

GAME: Skielstregar rolls will+2+1: (11)+11+2+1: 25

Before Skielstregar even has the moment to draw breath and let rip a battlecry, he's finding himself holding up Malefic and hopping from one foot to another, jumping in a tight circle. "Celesstial mother blesss us with rainsss for- wait wait why isss legsss-"

"This IS NOT the TIME for RAIN DANCING! Especially with ME as the RAIN ROD!" the halberd complains in a metallic bark. The clear opening gets the silverscale stabbed in the side, his dance stuttering as limbs lock up. "Oh by the Dragonfathers GRACIOUS LIGHT do I have to DO EVERYTHING MYSELF?!

Malefic turns in the grip, glows a white light, then BITES down on Skiel's arm. He legs ceasing trying to bring the rains down in Am'shere. "OWWWWwwww- oh, wow, thanksss Malefic!"

"THAT'S RIGHT."

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 11.
It is now Verna's turn! Zeke is next!

GAME: Verna casts Holy Aura. Caster Level: 19 DC: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (1)+23: 24 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Dirk rolls Will+2: (1)+12+2: 15 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Braelnoir rolls will+2: (10)+7+2: 19
GAME: Dirk rolls Will+2: (11)+12+2: 25

Verna shakes off the magical influence and her eyes narrow. She has been entrnanced by a vampire, contracted lycanthropy, and had a demon duke take up residence in her head, to name a few. She has ... opinions concerning mental influence. "They seek to take control. Gird your minds!" She then takes it a step further as she physically steps from the wall.

"Harpist, bring your Watchful Eye upon the worthy, and Your ire upon those not!" A bolt of silvery light strikes her akin to a bolt of lightning and then spreads out from her to encompass all around.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 9.
It is now Zeke's turn! Braelnoir is next!

GAME: Zeke casts Heal. Caster Level: 20 DC: 25
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+29+1+2+1: (15)+29+1+2+1: 48
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d8+11+2d6: (6)+11+(7): 24

Zeke quickly recites a prayer to repair the damage done to his body by the lightning and the void creature, his voice raising above that of the void cultist mages. "Thissss one will allow no harm to fall upon thisss onesss alliesss." He intones, his sword glittering where his hand had once been and it cuts deeply into the void creature leaving a holy light where his weapon had passed through. "Sssa only you ssshall fall."

Something they do not seem to fear. Which would be more unsettling if Zeke did not know that they were suffused with void taint.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 4.
It is now Braelnoir's turn! SEEDS OF THE VOID is next!

Well, the soiree took a bit of an unexpected turn, didn't it?

Braelnoir's been too far flung from the wierd, at least the bipedal kind, and clearly thwarting Ghisha's revenge tour has let her get soft when it comes to casters.

Her will is compromised by eldritch forces once again, and even as she knows things are bad, that the Bloodletter's Entertainment is called for, the Stormgardian finds her limbs instead flexing and twitching in an asychronous and unusually rapid way, even if constrained by the beat.

She always danced better with hooves.

Don't ask.

Despite the counteractive castings of her cohorts, Braelnoir remains a slave to the rythm inwardly screaming at the violation, though she is currently affforded no physical woundings.

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 34.
It is now SEEDS OF THE VOID's turn! Telamon is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+15: (14)+15: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+15: (19)+15: 34
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+15: (14)+15: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+24: (10)+24: 34
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+24: (6)+24: 30
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+24: (1)+24: 25 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Riptide rolls 3d10: (10): 10
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6: (6): 6

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d4: (4): 4
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (9)+23: 32
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (10)+23: 33
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (9)+23: 32
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (8)+23: 31
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (7)+23: 30
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (3)+23: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (3)+23: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (14)+23: 37
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (6)+23: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (13)+23: 36
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (2)+23: 25
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (9)+23: 32
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (11)+23: 34

These aberrations are hampered by Telamon's dream-shaped magic, and they suffer for it. One of them continues to play their song. Yet another targets Dirk, Telamon, and Zeke with a sharper bellow of their instrument--not succeeding on Zeke, but robbing Telamon and Dirk of their hearing. Finally, one goes to buffet Zeke.

The last one?

((VOID. HERALD. SIGN. STAR. DEVOUR. DEVOID.)) It's a horrible string of words from a mouth that isn't moving. ((GIVE UP. RELEASE JOY. DISAPPEAR. BECOME ONE.))

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 20.
It is now Telamon's turn! Dirk is next!

GAME: Telamon casts Meteor Swarm. Caster Level: 20 DC: 30
GAME: Telamon rolls ranged+2+1+1: (10)+17+2+1+1: 31
GAME: Telamon rolls ranged+2+1+1: (6)+17+2+1+1: 27
GAME: Telamon rolls ranged+2+1+1: (15)+17+2+1+1: 36
GAME: Telamon rolls ranged+2+1+1: (19)+17+2+1+1: 40
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (15)+13+-4: 24
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (20)+13+-4: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (16)+13+-4: 25
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (2)+13+-4: 11
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (19)+13+-4: 28
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (11)+13+-4: 20
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (11)+13+-4: 20
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (8)+13+-4: 17
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (17)+13+-4: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (18)+13+-4: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (5)+13+-4: 14
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13-4: (15)+13+-4: 24
GAME: Telamon rolls 2d6: (6): 6
GAME: Telamon rolls 2d6: (5): 5
GAME: Telamon rolls 2d6+2d6: (9)+(5): 14
GAME: Telamon rolls 6d6: (10): 10
GAME: Telamon rolls 6d6: (26): 26
GAME: Telamon rolls 6d6: (20): 20
GAME: Telamon rolls 6d6: (18): 18
GAME: Telamon casts Fireball/Quicken. Caster Level: 20 DC: 28
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+13: (20)+13: 33
GAME: Telamon rolls 10d6: (41): 41

That was rough. First the lash of lightning that draws a scream of pain from Telamon's throat, causing him to cough. Then the insidious domination magic -- well, thankfully his wife has taught him a few things about resisting compulsions. And -then- the screech of sonic energy that leaves his ears ringing and bleeding, a dull silence in their wake. The only thing he can hear is Lana's mental voice asking if he's all right.

(I'm fine, love. Give me a minute, I'm going to have to fucking kill someone.) Telamon pushes himself up from where he had fallen to one knee, his eyes blazing with celestial energies. His hand goes into his haversack, pulling out a different metamagic rod, and he floats a few inches into the air, his hair floating around his face. Energy builds up around him, the raw mana gathering into four blazing spheres floating around the sorcerer. He points the rod at the sorcerers cut and slashed by Simony's blade barrier. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. "Die," he says flatly.

And the spheres streak across the room, and explode in a blaze of golden fire. One, two, three, four explosions that fill the end of the hall. When the fire dissipates, two of the mages are dead, with a third still standing, charred and barely alive.

Telamon's lip curls in contempt, and he flicks the metamagic rod. A smaller globe of fire forms at the tip, soaring across, and strikes the last surviving mage, leaving him a smoldering ruin.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 19.
It is now Dirk's turn! Simony is next!

GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2: (20)+18+2+-4+2: 38 (THREAT)
GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2: (12)+18+2+-4+2: 30
GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2: (18)+18+2+-4+2: 36
GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2-5: (20)+18+2+-4+2+-5: 33 (THREAT)
GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2-5: (8)+18+2+-4+2+-5: 21
GAME: Dirk rolls Shoot+2-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2-10: (14)+18+2+-4+2+-10: 22
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (7)+2+8+(6)+2: 25
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (6)+2+8+(5)+2: 23
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (9)+2+8+(9)+2: 30
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (11)+2+8+(4)+2: 27
GAME: Dirk rolls 6d12: (42): 42

Dirk staggers and grunts as he's released from the compulsion. "Gah!" He gives himself a shake, getting his head back in the game. Just in time for Telamon to rain literal fire from the heavens. "HEEK!" He claps his hand over his tricorne and hunkers away, -just- in case that fire gets any pesky ideas about singing his beard. "Beards o' me fathers," he whispers quietly. No matter how many times he sees his friend unleash the fullness of his power, it never ceases to astound the old dwarf.

But he has power of his own to unleash. He is Gilead's hunter. He guards the borders of the world from the things beyond it. He snaps up his thunderbelcher and sights down the barrel. "Gilead, guide my hand," he whispers softly. Aided by hastening magicks, he becomes a blur. CHK-BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! Four blasts of clear, pure sunlight explode from the muzzle of his rifle. Four craters appear in the void larva's form. The blessed bullets do their work well, tearing at the thing's substance. -Two- of those are headshots. And yet, the thing remains. "Oh, piss up my -arse-!" Dirk growls, racking a fresh brace of rounds into the chamber.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 13.
It is now Simony's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (17)+23: 40
GAME: Simony casts Stormbolts. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26
GAME: Simony rolls cleric+8: (12)+20+8: 40
GAME: Simony rolls cleric+8: (2)+20+8: 30
GAME: Simony rolls cleric+8: (10)+20+8: 38
GAME: Simony rolls 20d8: (89): 89
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (9)+18: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (15)+18: 33
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (20)+18: 38

Simony starts to get excited as she notices Telamon winding up for a spell, yelling out "Fuck those guys up!" She cheers as Telamon does just that, the Goblin (like many of her kind) enjoying impressive (read explosive) displays of pure magical power. The fireball is the cherry on top. Cackling, she looks around at the void creatures. "Become one? Okay!"

Hopping a few steps forward and to the side, she inhales deeply, her hands making a few gestures while she mutters a prayer under her breath. "I AM THE STORM!", she screams, letting loose a crackling shower of lightning that touches and licks at everything around the Goblin. But only the void beings feel the 'blessing' of her stormbolts. "HOW'S THAT YOU SOULSUCKING BRAINLESS DROOLING CRETINS?!"

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 13.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Verna is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls fortitude+1: (2)+16+1: 19
GAME: Skielstregar rolls fortitude+1: (15)+16+1: 32
GAME: Skielstregar RAGES!, gaining +3 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 36 temporary HP
GAME: Skielstregar casts Enlarge Person. Caster Level: 12 DC: 15
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+1: (7)+20+2+1+1: 31
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+1-4: (19)+20+2+1+1+-4: 39
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+1-4-5: (15)+20+2+1+1+-4+-5: 30
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+1-4-10: (1)+20+2+1+1+-4+-10: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Skielstregar rolls damage23+3+12+1: aliased to 2d8+13+3+12+1: (8)+13+3+12+1: 37
GAME: Skielstregar rolls intimidate+1: (2)+19+1: 22

Skielstregar manages to get a hold of himself as his friends unleash hellfire, stormfire, and holy slugs in concussive blasts. It echoes in the halls, making his head ring. Then the creature in front of him is nearly laid low. "FOCUS HATCHLING!" Maelifc barks.

The sunblade snaps out of it. "Ah! Yesss! SSShaman Zeke!" he shouts over to the sunguard. "Thisss one will be sscary! Do not be ssscardied!" He deeply inhales, holding up Malefic as black ichor drips horridly off of him. Covering him in a deluge before his inky form swells into a towering story and a half in height. The ink pops, and a huge, half-Forgotten makari lets out a billowing battle roar. Charging in after the bolts of lightning from the heavens, an enlarged Malefic comes down like an executioner's axe, slamming the void creature into the ground in an unnatural fold. He keeps axing them over and over in a horrid display. "DRAGONFATHER PURGE THISSS VILE SSSTAIN!" the bassy voice shakes the room.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 11.
It is now Verna's turn! Zeke is next!
GAME: Verna rolls 1d20+24: (11)+24: 35
GAME: Verna rolls ranged+2: (3)+12+2: 17
GAME: Verna rolls ranged+2: (4)+12+2: 18
GAME: Verna casts Disintegrate. Caster Level: 19 DC: 25
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (16)+18: 34
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (9)+18: 27
GAME: Verna rolls 5d6: (20): 20

"You do not belong in this realm!" Verna firmly informs the Void-entity in the corner of the room. Taking a step towards, she points a finger at it to loose a green ray at the same. Unfortunately, the numerous appendages and writhing form cause the beam to make a glancing blow that only sublimates a small portion.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 9.
It is now Zeke's turn! Braelnoir is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (7)+22: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (4)+22: 26
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (10)+22: 32
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (20)+22: 42
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d10: (10): 10
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d4: (1): 1
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d4: (1): 1
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d4: (3): 3

Zeke moves to stand with his friends, knowing that this combat is nearly over he knows now that his best course of action is to support them in their endeavors. As such he stretches forth his wings and roars. "DRAGONFATHER! SHINE THY LIGHT UPON THISSSS ONE!" And he glows in response. His wings, his arm, his leg. They illuminate and blast the enemy with their radiance. Consume them with the glory of the Dragonfather. He nods to Telamon. "Are you well kin?"

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 4.
It is now Braelnoir's turn! SEEDS OF THE VOID is next!
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 34.
It is now SEEDS OF THE VOID's turn! Telamon is next!

The creatures of the Void seem utterly bespelled by Zeke, even though one of them seems a little less affected. It is still able to move.

((LIGHT. MAJESTY. FOOD TO BE CONSUMED. VOID CALLS. VOID COVETS. SWALLOW THE LIGHT.)) The horrible eldritch whispering continues.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 20.
It is now Telamon's turn! Dirk is next!

GAME: Telamon casts Wish. Caster Level: 20 DC: 30

Telamon sees Zeke's lips move, but he can't hear -- so he holds up a hand in a 'wait a second' gesture. Grunting, he pulls a diamond from his haversack, carved into a prism, and concentrates, holding the rod as well. The diamond glows brightly, and then dissipates into motes of starlight that wrap around Telamon... mending his wounds. His hearing clears. He straightens up, taking a deep breath.

"I'm all right, Zeke," he says serenely. "Stand tall, my friends. They are not immortal. They can be fought. They can be beaten! Show them the folly of facing those who have chosen the path of a hero!" His voice rings out, strong and proud.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 19.
It is now Dirk's turn! Simony is next!

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (11)+18+2+-4+2+2: 31
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (2)+18+2+-4+2+2: 22
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (14)+18+2+-4+2+2: 34
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (10)+18+2+-4+2+2: 30
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (6)+2+8+(6)+2: 24
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (3)+2+8+(10)+2: 25
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (4)+2+8+(8)+2: 24
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6+2: (4)+2+8+(11)+2: 27

Dirk swings his thunderbelcher around to lock in on a new target. He sights down the barrel. Telamon's encouragement brings a savage grin to the old dwarf's face. "Aye, laddie," he says, pulling his thumb back on the hammer. "I'm a big damn -hero-." CHK-BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! Once again, the doughty ranger cracks off four shots. Again, four craters are blasted into one of the void larvae. And again, it's not quite enough to drop the thing in one go. "-Medium- damn hero," he grumbles, racking in a fresh brace of rounds. He's got -plenty- of ammo.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 13.
It is now Simony's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Simony casts Righteous Might. Caster Level: 20 DC: 23

As the amount of shininess increases, Simony laughs. "LET THERE BE LIGHT!", she yells, and her shield suddenly gives off the bright light of the Sun. Still giggling, she prays, calling upon Navos to imbue her with greater size.

The wee Goblin begins to double in size, and then, doubles again. "HAH! RELEASE JOY? I'M GONNA RELEASE A HAMMER ON YOUR BACKSIDE... if I can actually identify what part of you constitutes a backside... YOU ARE THE ONES WHO WILL DISAPPEAR THIS DAY!" She begins to walk forward.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 13.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Verna is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+2: (5)+20+2+1+2: 30
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+2: (1)+20+2+1+2: 26 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+1+2: (2)+20+2+1+2: 27

Às the light of the Dragonfather bathes the battlefield in radiance, there /must/ be a shadow cast. A massive blob of silver and dark blasts forward, footsteps making dents in the metal flooring. Twin streaks of crimson eyes arch through the air as a screaming halberd whistles down. "PATH OF HERO! PATH OF THE FATHER! DIE-"

CLANG.

"You missed!" Malefic muffles into the metal on the floor next to the creature.

"I THOUGHT IT WOULD MOVE!"

"Move your scaly ass and GET ME OUT OF THE FLOOR."

"TRYING..! AAAA-"

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 11.
It is now Verna's turn! Zeke is next!

GAME: Verna casts Destruction. Caster Level: 19 DC: 26
GAME: Verna rolls 1d20+24: (3)+24: 27
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+18: (20)+18: 38
GAME: Verna rolls 10d6: (31): 31

Verna frowns as the creatures yet remain, though they are handily unbalanced by Zeke and the Dragonfather. Knowing that the others have the flanks covered, she continues to focus upon the one in the corner. Once more she directs her ire, and magic, upon it, this time striking with a silvery beam as a manifestation of The Harpist's Judgement. It yet remains, though not as completely as it did previously.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 9.
It is now Zeke's turn! Braelnoir is next!

GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+29+1+1+2: (14)+29+1+1+2: 47
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d8+11+2d6: (1)+11+(8): 20

Zeke had intended to heal his shaman friend, but Telamon has it handily covered, and so he nods to Telamon and charges the enemy that seems most likely to rouse itself from the stupor that the Dragonfather has laid upon the others. He will stand as a bulwark against these creatures, will force them to go through him to reach any of the others. This is his duty, and he does it with his teeth bared and sword swinging. Cutting yet another swath through the creature before him.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 4.
It is now Braelnoir's turn! SEEDS OF THE VOID is next!
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 34.
It is now SEEDS OF THE VOID's turn! Telamon is next!

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (6)+23: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (19)+23: 42
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (13)+23: 36
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (12)+23: 35
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (9)+23: 32
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (15)+23: 38
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (7)+23: 30
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (20)+23: 43
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (10)+23: 33
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (18)+23: 41
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (6)+23: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (19)+23: 42
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (19)+23: 42
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (6)+23: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+23: (5)+23: 28
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (5)+6: 11
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (3)+6: 9
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d6+6: (1)+6: 7

Two of the void-creatures remain fascinated. They speak in a chorus of awful whispers.

((DARKNESS. ETERNAL JOY. WE ARE TOGETHER. IN NOTHING WE BECOME ONE.))

((DARKNESS. ETERNAL JOY. WE ARE TOGETHER. IN NOTHING WE BECOME ONE.))

((DARKNESS. ETERNAL JOY. WE ARE TOGETHER. IN NOTHING WE BECOME ONE.))

((DARKNESS. ETERNAL JOY. WE ARE TOGETHER. IN NOTHING WE BECOME ONE--))

And all the while, the remaining aberration wails on Zeke, finding a little purchase but otherwise not making much progress.

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 20.
It is now Telamon's turn! Dirk is next!

GAME: Telamon casts Banishment. Caster Level: 20 DC: 27
GAME: Telamon rolls spellpen: aliased to 1d20+sorcerer+4: (12)+20+4: 36
GAME: Telamon rolls spellpen: aliased to 1d20+sorcerer+4: (17)+20+4: 41
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (17)+22: 39
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (7)+22: 29
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (11)+22: 33
GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+22: (12)+22: 34

"I'd be happy if they'd just shut up!" Telamon growls, momentarily regretting having cured his deafness. Putting away his expended metamagic rod, he forms a complex pattern with his fingers, chanting. "You have no place here, void-creatures. Begone. Zub nigak, asag gigam, gabazig!" A ripple of energy emanates outward from him, and although the creatures waver, their resolve to stay is stronger for the moment than Telamon's will to drive them out. "...Dammit."

He looks at Skielstregar, and touches the great makari's back. "Failure is never permanent, so long as you try again. Take up Malefic, Skielstregar... and -try again-."

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 19.
It is now Dirk's turn! Simony is next!

GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (2)+18+2+-4+2+2: 22
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2: (2)+18+2+-4+2+2: 22
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2-5: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2-5: (5)+18+2+-4+2+2+-5: 20
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2-10: (20)+18+2+-4+2+2+-10: 30 (THREAT)
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2-10: (1)+18+2+-4+2+2+-10: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Dirk rolls shoot+2+2-10: aliased to Ranged+2-4+2+2-10: (16)+18+2+-4+2+2+-10: 26
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (8)+2+8+(5): 23
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2d6: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2d6: (6)+2+8+(6): 22
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2: (10)+2+8+2: 22
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2: (1)+2+8+2: 13
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2: (9)+2+8+2: 21
GAME: Dirk rolls dmg+2: aliased to 1d12+2+8+2: (12)+2+8+2: 24

Dirk slams his foot down to firm up his stance, swinging his thunderbelcher to acquire a new target. "HAVE SOME O' -THIS-!" he bellows. Once more, he fires a blazing golden barrage at the void larva. Once more, four craters blazing with holy light explode off the thing's otherworldly substance. Once -again-, he lands a flawless headshot. And once again... the thing stands. Dirk's jaw drops, then he looks down at his thunderbelcher. "What the fuck is -wrong- wi' you?" he growls, giving the breech a solid whack with the side of his hand. Hey, it works for goblin tinkers!

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 13.
It is now Simony's turn! Skielstregar is next!

GAME: Simony rolls weapon16+1+2+1: (5)+25+1+2+1: 34
GAME: Simony rolls weapon16+1+2+1: (15)+25+1+2+1: 44
GAME: Simony rolls +damage16+2: aliased to +1d8+9+2: +(3)+9+2: 14
GAME: Simony rolls 2d6: (5): 5

The Goblin looks almost regretful as she strides forward, hefting her hammer up. "I find my eternal joy at the feet of the Holy Raven. And in friendships, good food and the simplicity of the written word."

The hammer comes down with a solid thud, but the chorus continues.

"Nothing if persistant."

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 13.
It is now Skielstregar's turn! Verna is next!

GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+2+1+1: (6)+20+2+2+1+1: 32
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+2+1+1-4: (3)+20+2+2+1+1+-4: 25
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+2+1+1-4-5: (2)+20+2+2+1+1+-4+-5: 19
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+2+1+1-4-10: (10)+20+2+2+1+1+-4+-10: 22
GAME: Skielstregar rolls weapon23+2+2+1+1: (1)+20+2+2+1+1: 27 (EPIC FAIL)

A metallic groan later, and Malefic is free. "Try- TRY AGAIN!" Forgotten Skielstregar roars as Telamon gives him a morale boost. The halberd whistles down, barely missing the creature, only for the two to go back and forth in a clash of weapons, sparks flying in all directions.

"Let ME BITE THEM- GET ME CLOSER. I WANT THEIR ANKLES."

"I AM TRYING LET THISS ONE FOCUSSS!"

GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 11.
It is now Verna's turn! Zeke is next!
GAME: Riptide advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 9.
It is now Zeke's turn! Braelnoir is next!

GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+29+1+1+2: (20)+29+1+1+2: 53
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+29+1+1+2: (5)+29+1+1+2: 38
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+29+1+1+2: (5)+29+1+1+2: 38
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+24+1+1+2: (19)+24+1+1+2: 47
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+24+1+1+2: (1)+24+1+1+2: 29 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+24+1+1+2: (9)+24+1+1+2: 37
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d20+17+1+1+2: (9)+17+1+1+2: 30
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d8+11+2d6+1d8+11: (6)+11+(7)+(2)+11: 37
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d8+11+2d6+1d8+11: (2)+11+(7)+(2)+11: 33
GAME: Zeke rolls 1d8+11+2d6: (5)+11+(6): 22
GAME: Zeke rolls 10d6: (29): 29

Zeke, becomes a blur of light and crystalline rainbows. His blue scales bend and weave as he sets Rai against the creature that dares to threaten his friends, his kin. His home. (Cuemoni) He burns with light and that light slams again, again, again into the center of the creature until it explodes in a rapturous explosion of dazzling glory. It's bits and pieces do not even remain, so consumed by the holy light is it. It is dead. Returned to the void from whence it came. One down, and few remain.

The group fights valiantly. The remaining two Void-touched aberrations are banished and cleansed on the weapons and spellwork of the valiant party. No one is dying here today. No one is stopping the cannon. No one is stopping Alexandria from defending itself.

Outside the structure...

The great shadow of the dragon spans the horizon, great wings outstretched as if they could blot out the sun itself. So great in size and scale, this monstrosity that it's visible in detail even from this far away from it. A flock of others accompany it, smaller, but no less fearsome. Dragons so black as to be living shadows.

Each of them are stricken. Voices in their minds, calling out.

"ALL FOR HETH! ALL FOR HETH! THE FIRST BORN! HAIL THE FIRST BORN"

Thousands of voices. The fallen of Dragonier, forced to worship their murderer's divine birth right.

And then a great thrumming. The hair on the back of the neck stands up. Energy. Building up. The great complex of the Spell Cannon opens wide and the barrel of the gun itself arises from the mountain, glowing with brilliant white light that seems to distort everything around it.

... and then it fires.

[[Category:Logs]]

Recent Logs

2025-07-13T13:08:01Z

Telamon:

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2024 and earlier, see the Archives]].'''

==2025 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
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|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
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|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
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|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|
|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
|-
|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
|-
|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
|-
|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

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

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

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 5, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 9]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Sisters Strange]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 27)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2025
|[[River Fishing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Free Soup]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|June 2, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 5, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2025
|[[Seaside Yearnings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|June 9, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 5)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 28)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 13, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 29)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 21, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 11]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|June 23, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 6)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 24, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 30)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 26, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 27, 2025
|[[In Search of Rolls]]
|[[Carver]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|June 26, 2025
|[[Reincarnation]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 30, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 7)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 31)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 32)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|July 10, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G1]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 11, 2025
|[[Defending the Spell Cannon G2]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Dirk]], [[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

Akimitsu Sori (Part 4)

2025-06-28T00:09:52Z

Telamon: The final fate of Akimitsu Sori!

Though the fight has caused something of a ruckus no further enemies show themselves. You seem to be at the back of some kind of important building now, there's no obvious doors nor windows to look out into this underground world. Only the extremely lavish and out-of-place building with its red roof.

Karasu, breathing only a little heavily from the exertion of battle looks over at his companions and nods his appreciation to them for their aid thus far. "The entrance is around the front of the building. There are likely more guards." He can not imagine that there are not.

The shadow-spawned tyrannosaur slowly fades from sight, dissolving back into threads of mana, as Telamon regards the building. When Karasu speaks, the sorcerer's eyes flick to the former assassin.

"Is there any particular reason we should go in through the entrance? Some, ah, cultural requirement, or warding effect? Because, you know, I can put a nice new door right here." He points at the wall of the house.

Corey isn't the authority about what's culturally appropriate for the making of doors or otherwise. But what he is an authority on (relatively speaking) are how many entities are aligned with evil nearby. His brows furrow carefully as he tries to discern that for himself...

"There is still very much evil nearby. But the building..." He sighs gently. "It appears to be warded against my ability to detect such things. Which is troubling. Making an alternative exit might actually be our best option."

Carver's brash Dranish instincts is to ask, 'Who cares?' when it comes to the etiquette of battle. Enough time around mixed company means she has the wisdom to not throw it up into the air without a care. "Nondetection makes sense, I suppose. Must be powerful to hold it here in a place though." Enough sign that this Sori fellow is no trifle.

She tucks her knife in tight on her belt, still holding the bow.

Karasu blinks at Telamon slowly. Clearly he hadn't thought of carving a hole through the wall. A small smile slips across his lips and he backs away from the back of the building and motions for Telamon to do as he wishes. "Why observe the niceties They have already attacked us, have they not?"

GAME: Telamon casts Disintegrate. Caster Level: 20 DC: 27

"While the most direct solution is not always the best one... my father very firmly told me never to play another man's game if you can help it." Telamon looks thoughtful. "You know, Karasu, you should meet him. He's always been a source of good advice." With that, Telamon begins to gesture, chanting softly. Blue light gathers in his hand, racing along his forearm, until he points it at the wall. Then the light lashes out, striking the wall, unmaking it in a hole large enough for two men to walk abreast... revealing a very startled Akimitsu Sori.

Telamon's expression curves into a grim smile. "Hello there."

For a split-second, Corey is stunned, his silver eyes wide as he locks eyes onto the older Xian man who is Akimitsu Sori. He didn't expect him to be... Right on the other side. There. Like easy prey.

For just a moment, he's transported back to childhood, clutching his brand-new rapier close to his chest as he stares down, with horrified eyes and trembling hands, the dead fox before his feet. The creature had nearly nabbed his most favorite of the birds in that season's clutch in his family's rookery. He, or she, was going to eat his raven-friend, Pyra, and... Cor'ethil had struck the fox with his rapier he'd gotten for his birthday and killed it in one jab.

His mother always had a way of comforting him. He can feel her long nails on his shoulder and then gliding gently along the curve of his cheek. "My darling bird," Mother had purred into his ear then. "You defended your nest. You defended something you love. This is a _good_ thing."

Rapier still alight with Cen's glow, Cor'ethil's eyes fill with determination as he stares down Akimitsu Sori. He's not trembling like he did when he was a child. He has learned the lesson. There is something, someone, he loves... and he must defend him.

"O White Stag, grant me your greatest of angelic auras!" Corey prays, and it is answered. White wings unfurl from his back as he is bathed in a holy aura.

GAME: Corey casts Greater Angelic Aspect. Caster Level: 15 DC: 18

Carver's teeth are stained pink when she bites hard on her thumb, green eyes picking out Sori in the dark.

"Hark, a corpse." Carver growls low, the blood from the bite she so viciously took of her thumb leaving her bow steaming where it touches. She made peace that she was a killer, nearly a year ago, at a Prince's behest. Now? She was very good at it.

Was she good enough to bring an end to perhaps the greatest assassin in the world? Not alone.

The sizzling wall's remains and the bright light from a paladin's wings fall upon her sneering countenance. She was, thankfully, not alone.

GAME: Corey rolls Perception: (13)+22: 35
GAME: Karasu rolls Perception: (6)+20: 26
GAME: Telamon rolls perception: (9)+35: 44
GAME: Carver rolls perception: (1)+21: 22 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Corey rolls Spellcraft: (16)+19: 35
GAME: Telamon rolls knowledge/arcana: (4)+21: 25

Sori draws a sword from his hip and motions for the group to come to him. "Come then, let us see at last who is stronger. You and your allies, or me and mine." The two fiends flanking Sori have long chains riddled with spikes lashing around them, but strangely none of them leave the room they're standing in. It's like they're waiting for something.

"Afraid to leave the safety of your sanctuary Sori?" Karasu taunts, his own weapons still wet with the blood of his enemies. "Come out and play with me. Show me that my teacher has not forgotten the lessons of blood he carved into my body."

GAME: Telamon casts True Seeing. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26
GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (14)+26: 40

Telamon's voice is soft and terrible. "Irhandi, igi-kar, namzu igi-bad." His dark eyes become pools of blackness, lit with distant stars, as the sorcerer hovers there studying the tableau -- Sori, the fiends, and the strange light.

"You might as well come forth, Sori, or we will drag you out by your hair. There is nowhere left for you to run, and I see your spell-absorption ward."

Corey catches sight of something in the room where Sori is standing. He nods as Telamon calls out the light within the room. "Those two lights will swallow any and all magic cast inside of the room. He wants _us_ to fight _him_ in his domain."

With his free hand, he makes a motion that translates roughly to 'come and get me' in nearly every corner of Ea he's ever been in as he intones in holy words: "Meet me, evildoer! Come forth and fight me in fair combat, that you might prove yourself against a champion of Gilead!"

GAME: Corey casts Challenge Evil. Caster Level: 15 DC: 15
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+13: (12)+13: 25
GAME: Carver casts Freedom of Movement. Caster Level: 14 DC: 18

Carver joins in with a quieter chant, as both sides eye each other and challenge the other for where the battle will take place. She eyes the demons past Sori, wondering at their abilities, even as she layers on a protective conjuration that leaves her feeling... buoyant. Fingers twitch at the quivers by her side.

GAME: Carver rolls 1d20+5: (14)+5: 19

Sori scoffs at Telamon and Corey's taunting. Even Karasu's words only earn the young man a affect of disinterest. "I will not leave my sanctuary merely because you threaten me and taunt me like children. If you wish to see my end you will have to best me on my own terms."

Karasu's eyes flicker toward Cor'ethil and Telamon. He doesn't want to be a fool and rush in to where Sori has such an obvious advantage, but the longer they are here, the more time that Sori has to gather allies as well. They can not hold forever against an endless onslaught of enemies. He holds however, hoping one of them has a better idea.

GAME: Telamon rolls use magic device: (2)+22: 24
GAME: Telamon casts Disintegrate. Caster Level: 20 DC: 27
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d3: (1): 1
GAME: Karasu rolls +26: (13)++26: 39
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (13)+26: 39
GAME: Karasu rolls 2d6+11: (3)+11: 14
GAME: Karasu rolls 2d6+11: (6)+11: 17
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+14: (13)+14: 27
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

Telamon looks vaguely annoyed by Sori's posturing. "Just break the lamps, lady and gentlefolk. I tire of this cretin, and the wife is making chicken noodle soup tonight." A snap of his fingers summons a length of oak, topped with a rose blossom, and he frowns, concentrating as he says softly, "Come forth, oh wind..." It feels different, clumsy, and frankly not quite how it's done when he casts his spells. But suddenly there's a pop, and a ghostly form of cloud and wind appears. The elemental surges forward like a messenger on the docks, the whirling chains of the fiends biting into it but not stopping it as it begins to pummel one of the lamps with little effect.

GAME: Corey rolls weapon9: (11)+22: 33
GAME: Corey rolls damage9: aliased to 1d4+2: (1)+2: 3
GAME: Carver rolls weapon18: (12)+24: 36
GAME: Carver rolls weapon18-5: (15)+24+-5: 34
GAME: Carver rolls weapon 18-10: (18)+0+-10: 8
GAME: Carver rolls 2d8+10: (12)+10: 22
GAME: Carver rolls 1d8+10: (2)+10: 12

Corey isn't a ranged combatant himself. But he's going to try, and trying is something that Cor'ethil at least is, in some sense, good at. He takes out a slender dagger that's a pair for the one that Karasu likes to fight with, because it is, in fact, that dagger's twin. He throws the dagger through the air, and...

It grazes the lamp, but it returns dutifully to Corey's hand. "Karasu makes it look easy," he mutters to himself.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 25.
It is now Sori's turn! Corey is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+22: (18)+22: 40
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+17: (17)+17: 34
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d4+5: (2)+5: 7

Sori throws a small handful of shurikin at Telamon, frowning when only one manages to draw a small amount of blood, and no other effects are noted. "You are not so brave without your magic, mage." Sori shakes his head. "I thought I taught more courage to at least Karasu."

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 23.
It is now Corey's turn! Carver is next!

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 22.
It is now Carver's turn! Fiends is next!

Corey makes a snap decision. While Carver is easily the best shot between the three of them... He might be the most likely to endure whatever Sori has planned for them. He comes up to the doorway, just shy of walking into the room, his rapier at the ready.

"I highly doubt any of your lessons ever spoke on courage," Cor'ethil snarls at Sori. "Fight me."

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 22.
It is now Carver's turn! Fiends is next!

GAME: Carver rolls weapon18-4: (7)+24+-4: 27
GAME: Carver rolls weapon18-4: (2)+24+-4: 22
GAME: Carver rolls weapon18-9: (5)+24+-9: 20
GAME: Carver rolls weapon18-10: (7)+24+-10: 21
GAME: Carver rolls 2d8+20+1d8+10+1d8+10+1d8+10: (5)+20+(7)+10+(2)+10+(5)+10: 69

Carver sees that the belief is the lamps are tough, important even! She will continue her barrage on the unusual target, arrows skipping and bouncing off the hardened exterior. She trusts the other's judgements.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 21.
It is now Fiends' turn! Karasu is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (16)+26: 42
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (19)+26: 45
GAME: Corey casts Liberating Command. Caster Level: 15 DC: 15
GAME: Corey rolls Escape Artist+20: (1)+3+20: 24 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Corey rolls Escape Artist+20: (5)+3+20: 28

The fiends whip out their chains and wrap them around Cor'ethil in unison. The paladin valiantly tries to free himself of their bonds, but they've got him in a doubly nasty position and start to drag him into the room slowly but surely.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 15.
It is now Karasu's turn! Telamon is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+18: (2)+18: 20

Karasu, seeing Cor'ethil's plight knows that he must act now. Without thinking much at all about the consequences, he swings his sword at the nearest fiend, entering the room he'd never planned on breaching and trying to hit the fiend to free Corey. The weapon rebounds laughably off the fiend's hide and it sort of blinks at him.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Telamon's turn! Sori is next!
GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (16)+26: 42
GAME: Telamon casts Wish. Caster Level: 20 DC: 30
GAME: Telamon casts Wall of Force/Quicken. Caster Level: 20 DC: 30

This would be bad comedy, if it wasn't so serious. But the cheap shot about being nothing without his magic angers Telamon... and he takes a deep breath. "You think you know magic, Akimitsu Sori? Let me demonstrate your ignorance."

He reaches into his haversack, and draws forth a diamond carved into a prism. Holding it aloft, as light fills it. "It is my Will made manifest: I Wish that the eye of the Great Smith fall upon these lamps which deny magic; that His gaze draw forth their flaws, that they might fail as all things wrought by mortals do in time." The prism flashes brightly, and then--

--the mana lamps -shatter- into a thousand pieces, the magical ward dissipating. Swiftly, Telamon invokes a spell, and a shimmering field of force covers the doors like a ghostly curtain. "No more spelldrinking," he states flatly.

Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 25.
It is now Sori's turn! Corey is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (6)+26: 32
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+21: (15)+21: 36
GAME: Corey uses an AoO! 6 remaining.
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+16: (15)+16: 31
GAME: Corey rolls weapon1+2: (4)+24+2: 30
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d8+11: (6)+11: 17

Sori ignores Telamon's spells and his taunts, his prayers, and the magic that he expends to destroy the spell wards. He sees Karasu enter the room and his eyes narrow. The world narrows for him to killing Karasu - his student - once and for all. He weaves his sword in an arc but Karasu - with Cor'ethil's aid - manages to evade nearly every cut. Only one blistering attack manages to land, but the wound looks... wrong.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 23.
It is now Corey's turn! Carver is next!
GAME: Corey rolls Heal: (1)+18: 19 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Corey rolls Heal: (3)+18: 21
GAME: Corey rolls CMB: (7)+16: 23

Cor'ethil's eyes are wide as he stops for a moment in his struggle to free himself from the fiends, catching sight of the wound made on Karasu. "An infernal wound," he breathes out in horror. "A forever-bleeding wound. You--"

The paladin twists and jerks hard against the fiends. "MONSTER!" he yells out. Yet he's still quite contained.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 22.
It is now Carver's turn! Fiends is next!

Carver cannot see Sori between the twisting shadows that is the teacher and the student, engaged in one last great lesson. She snarls as she finds a good shot will not happen, twisting the frantic green motes of her gaze toward the fiends. Her bow sings, or howls, firing off a great host of arrows with great precision.

They slam and actually break off the pebbling hide of the allied pit demons, their skin far too hard to be harmed.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 21.
It is now Fiends' turn! Karasu is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (8)+26: 34
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+26: (8)+26: 34

The two fiends manage to drag Corey into the room, their topic of conversation in their infernal language. Discussing meal options and how tasty paladin's are. It's... less than palatable.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 15.
It is now Karasu's turn! Telamon is next!
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+19-2: (9)+19+-2: 26
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+14-2: (6)+14+-2: 18
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+19-2: (4)+19+-2: 21
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+19-2-5: (3)+19+-2+-5: 15
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+14-2: (17)+14+-2: 29
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+14-2-5: (17)+14+-2+-5: 24

Karasu tries, ignores the bleeding wound on his arm. Ignores Sori. Focuses all of his attention on freeing his beloved kokoro. Yet... His attacks are utterly useless against the fiend. Hope starts to die in his dark eyes. "I... am sorry my kokoro." He murmurs.

GAME: Karasu advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 13.
It is now Telamon's turn! Sori is next!
GAME: Telamon casts Wish. Caster Level: 20 DC: 30
GAME: Karasu rolls 1d20+13: (18)+13: 31
GAME: Telamon casts Dimension Door/Quicken. Caster Level: 20 DC: 29

Karasu is wounded. Corey is bound. Carver's arrows do nothing. But... the spell-devouring ward is down, and Telamon knows what to do. He's been planning, you see. Ever since that time in the Castle, interrogating Sori, learning of his tricks to evade his rightful punishment.

Telamon draws forth another gemstone from his haversack, this one a diamond as well, but the size of a giantborn's fist. Perfectly faceted, with the twelve marks of castigation and imprisonment carved on it. He takes a deep breath, looking Akimitsu Sori in the face. "I have a Wish," he says, the air shuddering around him. "That you be confined within this stone, Akimitsu Sori, until such time as you are brought before the Harpist to finally answer for your crimes. You cannot escape Her judgement. You cannot escape my wrath. Harpist, whom my sister serves and who judges us all, I lay claim to Sori only in your service!" For a moment, there is nothing -- a heartbeat. And then--

Akimitsu Sori lets out a horrid scream, as he seems to be transmogrifying into black sand -- caught up in a wind that drags the sand across the threshold, sucking it into the gemstone. His scream fades when the last of the black sand vanishes into the diamond, now a glossy, shifting black hue to match the soul within.

Swiftly, Telamon steps forward, touching Corey and Karasu on the shoulders -- and suddenly there's a lurch, and they are all three standing on the steps again, away from the fiend's clutches.

"It is finished," Telamon simply says, his expression serene.

The two fiends turn their head toward where Sori was and then toward where Telamon stands looking... well like mage who has taken on many, many fiends and won. "You go."

"No, you go!"

"I'm not suicidal! He's Koz'gon's bane! I heard he took on V too!"

"Well I'm out of here. This was only fun when we were going to have paladin for dinner. I don't want to BE the one eaten!"

The two fiends leave then, in a flash of black, noxious smoke. Which is probably the smartest thing that a fiend - much less a pair of them - have ever done when facing the Archmage Telamon.

Which really only leaves healing one small Infernal Wound and heading home left to do. Small tasks really for someone like the Archmage.

Carver lays a hand on Karasu's shoulder, an unusual gesture from her. The young but war-weary face splits into a smile. Of encouragement. Of understanding. There is no words. Just an acknowledgement that he will finally be resolved of this shadow's weight on him.

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==2025 Logs==
===January===
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
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|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
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|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
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|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
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===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
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|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
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|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
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|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
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|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|}

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

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

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Sisters Strange]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 27)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2025
|[[River Fishing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Free Soup]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|June 2, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 5, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2025
|[[Seaside Yearnings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|June 9, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 5)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 28)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 13, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 29)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 24, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 30)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|June 26, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

River Fishing

2025-06-03T11:00:17Z

Telamon: Created page with "Alexandria, banks of the Tornmawr, early afternoon Summer has finally arrived here in Alexandros, the heat steadily building day after day. Now it finally feels 'hot' to most people here, and the wools of winter have given way to lighter garments, broad-brimmed hats, and parasols. Seated on a small wooden folding stool on the back is a man dressed in simple linen clothes. A fishing rod is in his hand, and with a casual flick, he sends the line flying into the river, be..."

Alexandria, banks of the Tornmawr, early afternoon

Summer has finally arrived here in Alexandros, the heat steadily building day after day. Now it finally feels 'hot' to most people here, and the wools of winter have given way to lighter garments, broad-brimmed hats, and parasols.

Seated on a small wooden folding stool on the back is a man dressed in simple linen clothes. A fishing rod is in his hand, and with a casual flick, he sends the line flying into the river, before letting it sit patiently. A large, wide-brimmed hat protects him from the sun, and the only sign he might be more than just a fisherman is the care that went into his clothing, from simple shoes to the breeches and tunic.

Simony arrives on foot, in a copper-coloured summer dress, barefoot and broad-rimmed hat. She spends a bit of time wiggling her toes in the grass, and looking a few bees as they lazily float about from flower to flower. Telamon is soon spotted, and a mischeivious grin crosses her expression.

The Goblin looms in from his side, "Catch anything?"

Telamon looks up, his dark eyes glinting beneath the shadow cast by the brim of his hat. His hair is tied back, hanging down past the base of his neck, and his expression is cheerful. "A few," he says, pointing to a large bucket. Inside are two big, dappled fish with jutting lower jaws. "Trying for a third before I go home, or Pothy will pout."

The tip of his rod twitches, and his eyes cut to the water, but evidently whatever it is hasn't taken the bait yet. "And I'm enjoying the weather, too."

She steps over to the bucket, and crouches down to get a good look at the fish, her nose wrinkling. "What sort of fish are these? Are they delicious?", she wonders, before returning to his side, settling down to lean her back against him. "Three should be a feast. What do you serve with them?"

Her hat tips towards Telamon as Simony glances up at the sun and towering white clouds. "Yes, it feels like not so long ago we were knee deep in snow and slush. Despite my allergy to the sun, I find it much more pleasing than biting cold and chest deep snow."

"Greatmouth bass. They usually prefer lakes, but the river moves slow enough I guess it works for them as well." Telamon tenses a moment, watching the lure out on the river, but then shakes his head, twitching the rod a bit. "I caught a few bream as well, but I threw those back."

He gives Simony a look. "You know... now that you've reached the vaunted heights of power, I'm surprised you haven't done something about that. I'm pretty sure with your grasp of the Raven's mysteries, you could ward yourself against the sun."

Her head tilts slightly at the names of the fish, and she nods. "I am glad that it is such an easy thing to do. Well, you at least make it look easy. Seems like a thing requiring patience and time, which lets you think while you wait."

"Well...", Simony says, tilting her head back again to peer at Telamon from an upside down perspective. "I do not relish the idea of permanently altering my body with magic. It seems like a dangerous proposition, when there are perfectly mundane solutions that perform the same purpose." She blinks owlishly before shrugging. "What magical solutions I do use to cover cvertain deficits are permanent, but I can choose not to wear them."

The half-elf smiles. "Patience is something that's hard to cultivate, but it's worth the effort to do so. And... it lets me relax. Think. Contemplate the world at a slower, more measured pace."

Telamon blinks at Simony and her reluctance. "But we change ourselves with magic regularly. I'm not saying you shouldn't be careful, but if one has the ability to ameliorate or heal a debilitation, why shouldn't it be cured?" He smiles cheerfully. "After all, Lana and I both fixed permanent spells on ourselves. Granted, those were improvements, not flaws, but the point stands."

Her expression is odd, one of unhappiness mixed with distaste. "I am not against using magics to repair what is broken, an injury, or some debilitation brought on by evil magics, for example." Not surprising for a cleric.

"And if people are born with deformities, I do not begrudge them getting those seen to. Yet I know people who have refused a regeneration of a lost limb, preferring instead to take on an artifice arm, or eye." Simony rubs at her cheek.

"But my ailment is easily ameliorated by a hat, Tel. It's no big deal, to be honest." She blows a breath out her nose. "But I fear making permanent modifications that are integral. I feel that is the start of a path that could lead to dangerous thinking. I am powerful... but, well, as an example, do you know how many clerics have gone down the loathesome path of lichdom? It seems hyperbolic... but, well... you see it over and over throughout history, people doing fantastic things with magic, curing all ailments and frailties... and falling from the light when their well earned pride leads them to believe they can deny the one thing that makes everyone equal in the end... death."

Telamon mulls the response over. "Honestly, I had figured lichdom was more of a wizard's risk rather than a cleric's. But I'll take your word for it." He reaches over to take Simony's hand, giving it a squeeze. "I just don't like seeing people enduring something that they don't have to."

He teases the lure with twitches of his fishing rod, eyeballing it before turning back to Simony. "Which reminds me, I have a new project, something you might be interested in. I'm looking to add a little extra to my defensive options -- a light mantle that offers protection against most blows. Think you're up to the challenge?"

"It happens more often with wizards, this seems to be true. But think about it... if one lives longer, one can continue one's god's good works. You can save more people. Encourage more people to worship. Spread more good across the world. I'm a cleric, I can walk the line, I know the dangers more intimately than a wizard does.. pride and power are a dizzying mix. And I intend to avoid my pride and my power mixing like that. I mean, my kind don't live as long as most other races. The temptation to correct what some may call some cruel oversight by the Gods is pretty high."

Her expression brightens then, as talk changes to new projects. "I would be pleased to attempt it for you. Tell me, do you have a specially prepared area in your home for such a thing? Or perhaps the SHining Chalice has some consideration for such things?"

"There's a certain amount of truth in that... though my metric has always been that it's less about how much time you have, and more about what you spend that time doing." Telamon snorts. "I've met elves who frankly have wasted their days, after all."

The change in subject makes Tel's face brighten as well, and he nods. "Not at home, sadly. The Chalice Observatory has secure rooms for such work, but not at the meeting house. Stiger mentioned that the insurance rates are ridiculously high for magical enchanting and experimentation, if you're within the city."

"Ah, sadly, other practicioners of magic have spoiled things for us with wreckless endangerment of the city.", the Goblin says with a slight frown. "I shall never understand such things. If you enjoy the city and its environs, why endanger it? Why force its caretakers to make such decisions against you? It is very silly."

She hrms. "Well, I suppose the monastery is as good as any, I just wanted to give you the option of not having to travel too far from home to witness my progress. I also relished the idea of perhaps a nice dinner and company too, with the safety that comes with powerful sorcerers." Simony lets out a giggle. "That way I could kill multiple birds with one stone, yes?"

"Honestly, the travel is not so bad. Flight does tend to help, even if I can't teleport." Telamon suddenly pulls on the rod, and curses softly. "Blast." He begins bringing in the line, the hook neatly cleaned when it comes out of the water. "Clever fellows," he muses, as he sticks another worm on the hook and casts the line back out.

"And what makes you think I can't supply a nice dinner, either? I could do anything from bringing Wyvern Wraps up to casting magnificent mansion." Telamon grins. "After all, if you've got ability, might as well play with it."

The Goblin watches bemusedly at his curse and subsequent re-worming of the hook. "Well you are offering them a free dinner after all. Sometimes they succeed and get off scotfree." She giggles lightly.

"Oh, you know what I mean though. It's nice to have a proper sit down and tea served by invisible servants, and to chat with house pixies and wander your greenhouse." Simony's broad grin returns. "While my home is simple out of necessity and devotion, and lacks nothing that I need, your home is comfortable and pleasing. Something you've got and should play with more."

Telamon raises an eyebrow. "It's my home, Simony. I kind of spend a great deal of time there as is. But I can't do serious magical experimentation there -- in fact, I usually do my alchemy work outside." He chuckles. "Every time I think about setting up the alchemy lab in my study, I get nervous. Maybe I should put a little outbuilding there... but that'll cut into my gardens. Decisions, decisions..."

"Tell you what, though. Why don't you come by tomorrow night with a list of things you'll need for this project. We can have dinner, and I'll see about getting the materials purchased and shipped to the monastery for you. That way, we all win."

Her grin persists. "Ah, your fear is perhaps similar to my fear about permanent magical changes to my body. Sure, though, enchanting is hrm, less dangerous? But I do understand."

Her expression grows thoughtful. "I'll bring my notebook, and we can go over what you want done and I'll work out what I need from there. I've also got some veggies I can bring. The tomatoes are growing like crazy this year, and the potatoes and carrots have done very well too. I could bring a basket to add to dinner. I could help make it, if you so desired."

His expression becomes wry. "More like my fear is rooted in 'I don't want my alchemy lab to turn into a gnomish fireworks display again'. If nothing else, Lana would kill me." Telamon watches his lure twitch again, his foot absently tapping on the turf.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. I don't mind having an extra hand in the kitchen, and it's fun to trade recipes while we work. I'm sure Pothy won't mind either." Telamon furrows his brow suddenly, as the lure twitches again. "Speaking of Pothy... I -think- this might be his dinner..."

Simony snorts and chuckles, nodding profusely. "Well, I suppose that is the danger of an alchemy lab. But uhm... next time you are working on some alchemy, may I be present to observe?"

Another laugh at the mention of Pothy. "I imagine the look on his face if you told him his dinner got away. But the markets are still open. If time is a limiting factor, you could always buy your fish there, and give him a freshly caught one."

Telamon suddenly gives the rod a tug, and the length of wood bends but does not break. "There we go...." As he slowly brings the line in, he smirks. "Ah, but I promised I would catch a fish for him. Besides, it got me out of the house while Lana had some friends over. Sometimes it's good to not be underfoot -- so to speak."

It seems Tel's instincts were good, as a third greatmouth bass is hauled from the river. With deft movements, he strips the hook from its angry jaw, dumping it into the water-filled bucket. "And to answer your question -- of course. I'm going to compound a few things tomorrow, so maybe you can come by early."

The Goblin steps forward, to peer curiously into the water as the fish is reeled in. And claps happily as it is successfully caught, moving to eye the fish in the bucket for a few moments. "Such a big mouth. It must eat other, smaller fish."

She nods happily at the suggestion to come over early. "If you like, I could bring over breakfast? At least, the food part. You have excellent taste in teas, so I would leave that up to you."

Telamon nods. "They prey on insects when smaller, but when they get big... smaller fish become their prey. And they seem to be doing better. The city council's been working on cleaning out the river. Fines for dumping refuse into it, and the last couple of times thieves have tried to drop loot in, well... my suggestion for watch swimmers seems to have been heard." He grins impishly.

"By all means, you have good taste in breakfast. But, ah... leave the hot sauce at home. That sort of thing is -not- something I want to handle that early in the morning." Tel offers Simony a hand to shake. "Deal?"

"Ah, yes, a worthy thing that, cleaning up the river." Her nose wrinkles. "Cities are smelly enough as it is, and having a big smelly river running through it just adds to the misery. That's also a worthy goal for magical exploration, a means to clean up the water properly, with laws in place to prevent future pollution."

Her grin is broad and she shakes his hand enthusiastically. "Deal. No, the idea I have is savoury and sweet. An easy recipe, and it is easy to scale up or down. You may have heard of it, or even had it. But I think you will enjoy it."

[[Category:Logs]]

Recent Logs

2025-06-03T10:59:34Z

Telamon:

{{AboutLogs}}

'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2024 and earlier, see the Archives]].'''

==2025 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
|-
|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
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|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
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|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
|-
|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
|}

===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
|-
|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
|-
|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
|-
|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
|-
|
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
|-
|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

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

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

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]]; GM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|May 25, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 27)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2025
|[[River Fishing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 02, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 4)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

The Work of Brewing and Crafting

2025-05-25T19:27:34Z

Telamon:

The chill of the day does not reach far into the Monastery. The foyer is a warm place that banishes the chill, with hot beverages as well as cold, and fresh stew to fill one's belly with warmth. A number of monks sit in quiet conversation, with Angoron, Kor and Navos represented.

Deeper inside, one can find rooms set aside for study, and as befitting a God of knowledge and time, a clean room for magcial preparations and ceremonies.

Today, Simony has occupied said room. The circle is drawn around her, and criss-crossed with arcane symbols. Her eyes are closed as she concentrates, settled cross-legged with her hands on her knees, palms up.

The boots, dark green in colour, and made from soft leather, perhaps sheepskin, float a short distance in front of her, glowing faintly.

The morning chill does not touch the man who comes to visit the monastery, the breeze blowing through his platinum hair as he descends from the skies to the gates. Telamon's boots touch down on the paving stones, and he offers a smile to the acolyte on duty before passing through. "Here to see Temperance Simony."

He's directed away from the quarters for a change, towards the laboratories and workshops, and his eyebrows rise. "She must be working on something," he muses, as he walks down the hall. He peers into the workshop entry, opening his mouth, before cutting off his greeting as she's busy. Instead, he hefts his haversack, before slipping inside and waiting patiently for her to finish.

It is not too long before the Goblin says something in her native language, a short blurb of words that have an air of finality around them, as if something was being wound down.

The boots gently drop to the ground, inside a little circle that seems to be expressly created for them to be in. There's a little puff of wind, that carries the scent of an earthy bog, of plant life and a touch of decay. Simony's hair is ruffled slightly and her eyes open.

She gives a bit of a start at seeing Telamon standing there, and her grin is instant and broad. "Telamon!"

Hopping up, she carefully follows a specific path inside the circle, before stepping over the outer edge and bouncing to hug at the man's waist! "It's good to see you! How have you been? How is Lana, and the household?"

Telamon smiles as he hugs Simony back, before replying. "All is well, or at least as well as it gets here in this world. Lana sends her affection, of course, and the house is filled with the dulcet tones of pixies and a hungry raven." His eyes twinkle merrily.

"I'd heard you had started dabbling in enchanted wares," he remarks, his eyes moving to the boots. "How is it going? Learned anything new -- besides 'it's complicated'?"

"Oh, before you go, remind me to pass over some seeds and nuts. I've picked up a selection from the market for Pothy. I am sure he will enjoy some savoury flavours from the Jade Isles. And I've a few vegetable bits for you, as well, that you can grow in your greenhouse."

Simony eyes the pair of boots, and carefully winds her way back to the center of the circle. "These are a pair of boots of the mire. A request from a woodsman who has to pass daily through swampy areas of his lands. He will be able to avoid the chill and damp of the swamp as well as not being bogged down in the muck." A nod of her chin. "I have learned that you can take a few specific shortcuts at the expense of more intense concentration and use of magical er ooomph. And that you have to be patient."

Telamon nods with interest. "I've been experimenting with using some exotic herbs in my potion-brewing. I -may- have found something useful for crafting a couple of the more powerful draughts, but it's still a work in progress. Until then..." He shrugs, and smiles. "It keeps me occupied in the gardens."

"Speaking of which, that reminds me... if you've finished this work, I'm wondering if I could impose on you for some commissioned enchantments as well?" Telamon fishes a scroll out of his haversack, which he offers to Simony. "I have a circlet I'm looking to add a powerful bolstering enchantment to, and sadly I can't do it myself."

The Goblin nods, "Yes, I am seeing the usefulness of having one's own herb garden. And, of course, browsing the markets for interesting bits. Feathers, shiny baubles and so on. Who'd have thought, that what one might consider to be junk, is actually useful?"

She blinks then.

"Er. That is not something I expected to hear from you. What is it that is the stumbling block for you? Specifically some clerical spell? Or something more esoteric? Like, has to be a woman? A Goblin? I have encountered several very specific roadblocks that don't always have a means to ignore or step around."

But she nods enthusiastically. "But I'd be happy to assist you!"

The scroll describes a circlet of golden leaves that can be used to impart, if briefly, greater inspiration to others. There are notes in Telamon's hand that remark on the spell used, but also the fixing of the enchantment.

"While I can brew potions, I can't seem to 'fix' the enchantment onto the circlet," Telamon admits ruefully. "For lack of a better term, it won't stick. I found I can do it in the Castle, but dreamforged items do not endure in the waking realms -- they tend to disappear, just as dreams do upon waking." Tel grins. "It seems even I have my limits."

"So here I am. I have all the references, and materials, you would need. I just need someone more skilled in permanent enchantments to do it."

Her cheeks begin colour a mottled red. "I uhm I accept."

Her eyes flick back and forth as she quickly reads through the scroll, nodding a few times as she does so. "Ah, so it's the placing of a further enchantment onto an item that is already strongly enchanted?"

Her brow furrows up as she considers the problem. "I can't say that I have more skill, I mean, your wisdom and experience far outstrip my own, at least as far as magical gear goes. But perhaps I can take a different approach? Much how a fresh pair of eyes might see things that one missed before?"

The scroll is set down in a corner of the room, stretched out to it's full length and weighed down by a few, smooth, circular stones. Taking up a small broom, Simony begins to sweep away the circle she'd previously created. "So I follow a rather ritualistic approach, which I am sure you're at least passibly familiar with, even if it's not how you do things. The circle will have spots for components, and for spells to be cast, drawn out in a very precise, logical manner. With a bit of my own twist on it."

"While I am a bit tired at the moment, I am willing to begin preparation. I'll do the main casting work in a day or two. You are welcome to watch, to stay, we've food and drink, and a relatively comfortable cot or three if you wish."

"Potion brewing for me does follow a similar approach, but... sometimes I just let my instincts guide me, especially if it's something new I'm trying to concoct. Do I use honey, or water for the base? Do I brew it under the sun, or the moon? That sort of thing." Telamon removes a few boxes, as well as a simple silvered circlet, from his haversack next, laying them down next to the scroll.

"I guess that's the nature of discovery. Sometimes you have to wander a bit, find the paths that work." He makes a face. "But you can't cram two spells into a potion. I found that out the hard way. Replacing the alchemy set was expensive."

"I think I would stick to the most egaltarian version of a potion unless specifically requested. Finding a method that works, I think would be very careful about messing with that." She snags a little dustpan, sweeping the red chalky substance in. Her attention is then drawn to the boxes, and the circlet. A look of concentrtion is followed by one of serenity, as she takes in the circlet.

"Oh. I have at times wished I was a wizard or sorcerer, and this is one of those moments. No matter, I think I have a means."

Starting at the middle of the room, where the flagstones have been precisely placed, the Goblin begins to fashion a circle.

"While it is a rather simple spell, er, well, it is definitely withing your ability to understand, not meaning to minimize the magics... but it is to be used to magnify your personal presence, yes? To instill courage and allow your to inspire others to victory. A voice that cuts through all the noise of battle and stress." A number of symbols are carefully drawn as she speaks, inscribed in a symmetrical fashion. A little nod indicates she is pleased with her progress.

"That placed onto an item which already bears a powerful magic." Simony goes quiet, her expression placid, as she considers the next step.

"Sometimes you only learn by failure," Telamon says with aplomb. "Ask Lana when I blew up my alchemy set the first time. At least I was wearing what the gnomes call 'lab armor'."

He walks over to watch what Simony is doing, his eyes following her inscriptions. "Precisely. That's the funny part: this really isn't that -powerful- of a spell. It's the fixing of it in the circlet that was eluding me." He rubs his chin. "The good news is that it should resonate with the magical effect already bound into the circlet, instead of being at odds."

"Well, yes. I hope that my failures are not of a... explosive nature. Let alone it's unbecoming of someone erm... of my stature? But they'd be quite cross if I damaged this room. It's been specifically prepared to make magical ceremonies and rituals easier. And more secure. It's very difficult to scry into here with the wards, not just here, but on the building itself, plus all of the prayer that takes place here. Throwing in healing magic, and it is quite the cacophany that disguises this room. One hopes that that those spying here see what they expect and do not delve too deeply or too long."

Telamon shakes his head. "Take your lessons whenever, and wherever, they come by, Simony. You always hope to -not- have a... how was it father said it? A 'high-speed dismantling' of your project. But you're strong enough now to not fear it." His lips curl up slightly. "Though your point about damaging the room is well taken. There's a reason I brew my potions in places where I can control things if necessary."

He looks around with interest. "Are you concerned about being scried upon? There are powerful magics that can be deployed against such prying eyes. I'd be happy to help with that if the monastery felt it was an issue."

"And what was not a powerful spell when cast is magnified by shaping it into a permanent instrument.", she says in reply to a previous point made. "What you wish me to do is of a similar feat, a modest power mangified into something bigger. That could be the difficulty you've encountered, hmm?"

A little nod is had then. "Oh, I do try to learn my lessons when and where they come. But, I would also learn the lessons you've had, without the explosive nature of them." Her shoulders shrug momentarily, as she continues to add on to the circle on the floor. "What good are lessons if you cannot share them with others, yes? Things you pass on to your progeny and protoge, so that the mistakes they make are their own, unique things."

Simony shakes her head then. "No specific concerns about being scried upon, other than that some may be curious as to what I do. Reputations precede us all. You and I tend to intercede to prevent harm, or to see justice delivered, and there are those who would see us turned aside, so that they might do ill works unhindered. Not to mention, the Monastery is a target, being a focal point for learning and knowledge."

She gestures to the room. "This was created out of an abundance of caution. And you, sir, are well known, your counsel and help will be requested, should we wish to strengthen what we have here."

"Nothing wrong with caution. Just don't let it make you hesitant." Telamon leans down, hands on his knees, as he watches the inscription take form. He doesn't offer any advice on it, apparently preferring to not jog Simony's elbow figuratively speaking.

"Anyone who seeks to improve the world is going to be a target for those who would take advantage. It comes with the territory, I fear." He considers her words. "I've tried to make note of what works for me, and what hasn't, in my potion-brewing. I'm sure my children, and their children, will find the writings both educational and amusing when they read them." He smirks. "Hopefully they will not have to repeat my lessons."

GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (19)+26: 45

"Ah, you have done the one thing that prevents history from repeating. You've written it down." She pauses as the finishes the biggest arcane symbol in the circle with a flourish. Something she seems especially pleased with.

"I am quite certain that your children will be voracious readers. It is almost cheating, I think, to be able to read what has happened in the past. An amazing gift."

She dusts her hands off. "So this is as far as I will take this for now. I may make some changes, but I think I can leave it be, and get to the finger wiggling and weird noise making later." Simony giggles lightly at that.

"A warrior of some skill once told me 'if you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin'.' I find that to be eminently good advice -- whether it's a fight, or learning from the past. Why suffer the indignity of repeating the errors of your predecessors, save to probe some new development." He snickers softly. "That might be why every twenty years or so, someone tries to 'fix' the empowering metamagic technique Ellran developed. There was a reason he was posthumously called 'Ellran the Unlucky'."

He inspects the circle, a faint smile on his face as his eyes linger on the central glyph. "I like that you signed your name to it. I do something similar with my libations and potions -- the seal is embossed with the crescent and raven mark." He offers her a grin. "You must be hungry. Let's go get something to eat first, before you fall over."

The Goblin's laugh is loud and cackly. "If someone ever decides to look at the enchantment on your circlet, they will see my name. If that isn't a means to immortality, I don't know what is."

Then Telamon mentions food, and her stomach gurgles immediately. "It has been some hours.. we could go down to a place in Alexandria? Or would you prefer a homestyle stew with freshly baked bread and some honey lemon tea to wash it down?"

[[Category:Logs]]

The Work of Brewing and Crafting

2025-05-25T19:27:18Z

Telamon: Created page with "Tenebrae - Sunday, May 25, 2025, 2:11 PM ---------------------------------------- ----------------------------------Log file:----------------------------------- The chill of the day does not reach far into the Monastery. The foyer is a warm place that banishes the chill, with hot beverages as well as cold, and fresh stew to fill one's belly with warmth. A number of monks sit in quiet conversation, with Angoron, Kor and Navos represented. Deeper inside, one can find ro..."

Tenebrae - Sunday, May 25, 2025, 2:11 PM
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----------------------------------Log file:-----------------------------------

The chill of the day does not reach far into the Monastery. The foyer is a warm place that banishes the chill, with hot beverages as well as cold, and fresh stew to fill one's belly with warmth. A number of monks sit in quiet conversation, with Angoron, Kor and Navos represented.

Deeper inside, one can find rooms set aside for study, and as befitting a God of knowledge and time, a clean room for magcial preparations and ceremonies.

Today, Simony has occupied said room. The circle is drawn around her, and criss-crossed with arcane symbols. Her eyes are closed as she concentrates, settled cross-legged with her hands on her knees, palms up.

The boots, dark green in colour, and made from soft leather, perhaps sheepskin, float a short distance in front of her, glowing faintly.

The morning chill does not touch the man who comes to visit the monastery, the breeze blowing through his platinum hair as he descends from the skies to the gates. Telamon's boots touch down on the paving stones, and he offers a smile to the acolyte on duty before passing through. "Here to see Temperance Simony."

He's directed away from the quarters for a change, towards the laboratories and workshops, and his eyebrows rise. "She must be working on something," he muses, as he walks down the hall. He peers into the workshop entry, opening his mouth, before cutting off his greeting as she's busy. Instead, he hefts his haversack, before slipping inside and waiting patiently for her to finish.

It is not too long before the Goblin says something in her native language, a short blurb of words that have an air of finality around them, as if something was being wound down.

The boots gently drop to the ground, inside a little circle that seems to be expressly created for them to be in. There's a little puff of wind, that carries the scent of an earthy bog, of plant life and a touch of decay. Simony's hair is ruffled slightly and her eyes open.

She gives a bit of a start at seeing Telamon standing there, and her grin is instant and broad. "Telamon!"

Hopping up, she carefully follows a specific path inside the circle, before stepping over the outer edge and bouncing to hug at the man's waist! "It's good to see you! How have you been? How is Lana, and the household?"

Telamon smiles as he hugs Simony back, before replying. "All is well, or at least as well as it gets here in this world. Lana sends her affection, of course, and the house is filled with the dulcet tones of pixies and a hungry raven." His eyes twinkle merrily.

"I'd heard you had started dabbling in enchanted wares," he remarks, his eyes moving to the boots. "How is it going? Learned anything new -- besides 'it's complicated'?"

"Oh, before you go, remind me to pass over some seeds and nuts. I've picked up a selection from the market for Pothy. I am sure he will enjoy some savoury flavours from the Jade Isles. And I've a few vegetable bits for you, as well, that you can grow in your greenhouse."

Simony eyes the pair of boots, and carefully winds her way back to the center of the circle. "These are a pair of boots of the mire. A request from a woodsman who has to pass daily through swampy areas of his lands. He will be able to avoid the chill and damp of the swamp as well as not being bogged down in the muck." A nod of her chin. "I have learned that you can take a few specific shortcuts at the expense of more intense concentration and use of magical er ooomph. And that you have to be patient."

Telamon nods with interest. "I've been experimenting with using some exotic herbs in my potion-brewing. I -may- have found something useful for crafting a couple of the more powerful draughts, but it's still a work in progress. Until then..." He shrugs, and smiles. "It keeps me occupied in the gardens."

"Speaking of which, that reminds me... if you've finished this work, I'm wondering if I could impose on you for some commissioned enchantments as well?" Telamon fishes a scroll out of his haversack, which he offers to Simony. "I have a circlet I'm looking to add a powerful bolstering enchantment to, and sadly I can't do it myself."

The Goblin nods, "Yes, I am seeing the usefulness of having one's own herb garden. And, of course, browsing the markets for interesting bits. Feathers, shiny baubles and so on. Who'd have thought, that what one might consider to be junk, is actually useful?"

She blinks then.

"Er. That is not something I expected to hear from you. What is it that is the stumbling block for you? Specifically some clerical spell? Or something more esoteric? Like, has to be a woman? A Goblin? I have encountered several very specific roadblocks that don't always have a means to ignore or step around."

But she nods enthusiastically. "But I'd be happy to assist you!"

The scroll describes a circlet of golden leaves that can be used to impart, if briefly, greater inspiration to others. There are notes in Telamon's hand that remark on the spell used, but also the fixing of the enchantment.

"While I can brew potions, I can't seem to 'fix' the enchantment onto the circlet," Telamon admits ruefully. "For lack of a better term, it won't stick. I found I can do it in the Castle, but dreamforged items do not endure in the waking realms -- they tend to disappear, just as dreams do upon waking." Tel grins. "It seems even I have my limits."

"So here I am. I have all the references, and materials, you would need. I just need someone more skilled in permanent enchantments to do it."

Her cheeks begin colour a mottled red. "I uhm I accept."

Her eyes flick back and forth as she quickly reads through the scroll, nodding a few times as she does so. "Ah, so it's the placing of a further enchantment onto an item that is already strongly enchanted?"

Her brow furrows up as she considers the problem. "I can't say that I have more skill, I mean, your wisdom and experience far outstrip my own, at least as far as magical gear goes. But perhaps I can take a different approach? Much how a fresh pair of eyes might see things that one missed before?"

The scroll is set down in a corner of the room, stretched out to it's full length and weighed down by a few, smooth, circular stones. Taking up a small broom, Simony begins to sweep away the circle she'd previously created. "So I follow a rather ritualistic approach, which I am sure you're at least passibly familiar with, even if it's not how you do things. The circle will have spots for components, and for spells to be cast, drawn out in a very precise, logical manner. With a bit of my own twist on it."

"While I am a bit tired at the moment, I am willing to begin preparation. I'll do the main casting work in a day or two. You are welcome to watch, to stay, we've food and drink, and a relatively comfortable cot or three if you wish."

"Potion brewing for me does follow a similar approach, but... sometimes I just let my instincts guide me, especially if it's something new I'm trying to concoct. Do I use honey, or water for the base? Do I brew it under the sun, or the moon? That sort of thing." Telamon removes a few boxes, as well as a simple silvered circlet, from his haversack next, laying them down next to the scroll.

"I guess that's the nature of discovery. Sometimes you have to wander a bit, find the paths that work." He makes a face. "But you can't cram two spells into a potion. I found that out the hard way. Replacing the alchemy set was expensive."

"I think I would stick to the most egaltarian version of a potion unless specifically requested. Finding a method that works, I think would be very careful about messing with that." She snags a little dustpan, sweeping the red chalky substance in. Her attention is then drawn to the boxes, and the circlet. A look of concentrtion is followed by one of serenity, as she takes in the circlet.

"Oh. I have at times wished I was a wizard or sorcerer, and this is one of those moments. No matter, I think I have a means."

Starting at the middle of the room, where the flagstones have been precisely placed, the Goblin begins to fashion a circle.

"While it is a rather simple spell, er, well, it is definitely withing your ability to understand, not meaning to minimize the magics... but it is to be used to magnify your personal presence, yes? To instill courage and allow your to inspire others to victory. A voice that cuts through all the noise of battle and stress." A number of symbols are carefully drawn as she speaks, inscribed in a symmetrical fashion. A little nod indicates she is pleased with her progress.

"That placed onto an item which already bears a powerful magic." Simony goes quiet, her expression placid, as she considers the next step.

"Sometimes you only learn by failure," Telamon says with aplomb. "Ask Lana when I blew up my alchemy set the first time. At least I was wearing what the gnomes call 'lab armor'."

He walks over to watch what Simony is doing, his eyes following her inscriptions. "Precisely. That's the funny part: this really isn't that -powerful- of a spell. It's the fixing of it in the circlet that was eluding me." He rubs his chin. "The good news is that it should resonate with the magical effect already bound into the circlet, instead of being at odds."

"Well, yes. I hope that my failures are not of a... explosive nature. Let alone it's unbecoming of someone erm... of my stature? But they'd be quite cross if I damaged this room. It's been specifically prepared to make magical ceremonies and rituals easier. And more secure. It's very difficult to scry into here with the wards, not just here, but on the building itself, plus all of the prayer that takes place here. Throwing in healing magic, and it is quite the cacophany that disguises this room. One hopes that that those spying here see what they expect and do not delve too deeply or too long."

Telamon shakes his head. "Take your lessons whenever, and wherever, they come by, Simony. You always hope to -not- have a... how was it father said it? A 'high-speed dismantling' of your project. But you're strong enough now to not fear it." His lips curl up slightly. "Though your point about damaging the room is well taken. There's a reason I brew my potions in places where I can control things if necessary."

He looks around with interest. "Are you concerned about being scried upon? There are powerful magics that can be deployed against such prying eyes. I'd be happy to help with that if the monastery felt it was an issue."

"And what was not a powerful spell when cast is magnified by shaping it into a permanent instrument.", she says in reply to a previous point made. "What you wish me to do is of a similar feat, a modest power mangified into something bigger. That could be the difficulty you've encountered, hmm?"

A little nod is had then. "Oh, I do try to learn my lessons when and where they come. But, I would also learn the lessons you've had, without the explosive nature of them." Her shoulders shrug momentarily, as she continues to add on to the circle on the floor. "What good are lessons if you cannot share them with others, yes? Things you pass on to your progeny and protoge, so that the mistakes they make are their own, unique things."

Simony shakes her head then. "No specific concerns about being scried upon, other than that some may be curious as to what I do. Reputations precede us all. You and I tend to intercede to prevent harm, or to see justice delivered, and there are those who would see us turned aside, so that they might do ill works unhindered. Not to mention, the Monastery is a target, being a focal point for learning and knowledge."

She gestures to the room. "This was created out of an abundance of caution. And you, sir, are well known, your counsel and help will be requested, should we wish to strengthen what we have here."

"Nothing wrong with caution. Just don't let it make you hesitant." Telamon leans down, hands on his knees, as he watches the inscription take form. He doesn't offer any advice on it, apparently preferring to not jog Simony's elbow figuratively speaking.

"Anyone who seeks to improve the world is going to be a target for those who would take advantage. It comes with the territory, I fear." He considers her words. "I've tried to make note of what works for me, and what hasn't, in my potion-brewing. I'm sure my children, and their children, will find the writings both educational and amusing when they read them." He smirks. "Hopefully they will not have to repeat my lessons."

GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (19)+26: 45

"Ah, you have done the one thing that prevents history from repeating. You've written it down." She pauses as the finishes the biggest arcane symbol in the circle with a flourish. Something she seems especially pleased with.

"I am quite certain that your children will be voracious readers. It is almost cheating, I think, to be able to read what has happened in the past. An amazing gift."

She dusts her hands off. "So this is as far as I will take this for now. I may make some changes, but I think I can leave it be, and get to the finger wiggling and weird noise making later." Simony giggles lightly at that.

"A warrior of some skill once told me 'if you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin'.' I find that to be eminently good advice -- whether it's a fight, or learning from the past. Why suffer the indignity of repeating the errors of your predecessors, save to probe some new development." He snickers softly. "That might be why every twenty years or so, someone tries to 'fix' the empowering metamagic technique Ellran developed. There was a reason he was posthumously called 'Ellran the Unlucky'."

He inspects the circle, a faint smile on his face as his eyes linger on the central glyph. "I like that you signed your name to it. I do something similar with my libations and potions -- the seal is embossed with the crescent and raven mark." He offers her a grin. "You must be hungry. Let's go get something to eat first, before you fall over."

The Goblin's laugh is loud and cackly. "If someone ever decides to look at the enchantment on your circlet, they will see my name. If that isn't a means to immortality, I don't know what is."

Then Telamon mentions food, and her stomach gurgles immediately. "It has been some hours.. we could go down to a place in Alexandria? Or would you prefer a homestyle stew with freshly baked bread and some honey lemon tea to wash it down?"

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==2025 Logs==
===January===
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|January 1, 2025
|[[The Spectacle of the Century]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alec]], [[Bryn]], [[Mikilos]] [[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 4, 2025
|[[A Final Word on the Spires]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Eztli]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], GM: Whirlpool
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|January 5, 2025
|[[Hooves of Steel (Part 2)]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]], [[Reithak]], [[Jarik]]
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|January 6, 2025
|[[Working Hands]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|January 7, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 8, 2025
|[[Flight of Intrigue]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Palomas]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 9, 2025
|[[Scaling and Weeping]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Temple Festivities]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Irshya]], [[Jarik]], [[Menel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 10, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: A Confrontation]]
|[[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 11, 2025
|[[Slapbet]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Rocky]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 12, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Crik]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Sjach]], with GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 13, 2025
|[[Graven Images]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
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|January 14, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 15, 2025
|[[Tough Hands]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
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|January 17, 2025
|[[The Power of Flour]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Skyler]], [[Choler]], [[Munch]]
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|January 18, 2025
|[[Grim Deed (Part 1)]]
|[[Culix]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Back in Technicolor]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|January 19, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors 2]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Haggerty]], [[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Jarik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|[[Vacation and the Pen]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 20, 2025
|[[Meeting Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Pothy Problems]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 21, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 23, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 1]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 26, 2025
|[[Sewers and Saviors Part 3]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Dirk]], [[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Skyler]]
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|January 27, 2025
|[[Golden Box]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Gr'lk'tosst]], [[Halia]], [[Jarik]], [[Skyler]]
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|January 28, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 14)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|January 30, 2025
|[[The Dream Quest of the Archmage Part 2]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Warrick]], [[Palomas]], [[Haggerty]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|[[A Polite Request]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|January 31, 2025
|[[Here But For You]]
|[[Halia]], [[Skyler]], [[Rocky]], [[Tonameyo]], [[Carver]]
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===February===
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|February 1, 2025
|[[Grim Deeds 2]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale 1]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 3, 2025
|[[The Quest of Eli]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 15)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 6, 2025
|[[A Handful of Dust]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Simony]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|February 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 3]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 9, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Burai]], [[Crik]], [[Skyler]], [[Ulthan]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 16)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|February 14, 2025
|[[Mages of Daeus]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Skyler]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], GM: Aftershock
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|February 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 3]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 20, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]]
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|February 21, 2025
|[[Pursuit Through Dreams]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], NPC: Amenara Paki (played by Aftershock)
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|February 22, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 4]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Carver]], [[Jarik]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[A Gift Lost to the Shadows]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]], [[Carver]]
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|February 23, 2025
|[[Conspiracy to Murder]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Riptide
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 4]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 24, 2025
|[[Of Tests and Trials]]
|[[Carver]], [[Haggerty]], [[Khepri]], GM: Riptide & Aftershock
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|February 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 17)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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===March===
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|March 2, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 5]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 3, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|March 4, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 18)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 7, 2025
|[[Crystal Tower]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 8, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 5]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 9, 2025
|[[Sins of the Past: Masquerade Mayhem]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]] DM: [[Jarik]] & [[Skyler]]
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|[[Crystal Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
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|March 10, 2025
|[[Moonstone Absconded (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Aftershock
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|[[Cashew by Cashew]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 11, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 19)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 13, 2025
|[[Dance of the Watchlings]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Carver]], [[Skyler]], [[Simony]]
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|March 15, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 6]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 16, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 6]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 18, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 20)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|March 19, 2025
|[[The Sickle's Edge]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
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|March 20, 2025
|[[Fluffy the Fey]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Gramarye]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]] GM: [[Telamon]]
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|March 21, 2025
|[[A Lost Fey Puppy]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 23, 2025
|[[Of Staves and Stones]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|
|[[Crystal Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], GM: Aftershock
|-
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|[[Beyond the Pale Part 7]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 24, 2025
|[[Archmage Asking]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Murder]], Riptide (as Faphinae), GM: Aftershock
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|March 25, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 21)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|March 29, 2025
|[[Grim Deed Part 7]]
|[[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Reithak]], [[Skyler]], GM: Aelwyn
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|March 30, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 8]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|March 31, 2025
|[[Red Matrimony]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|April 1, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 22)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|April 3, 2025
|[[Inspector Fritzgilbert and the Ploughing Goat]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Zigrun]]
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|April 4, 2025
|[[The Golden Songbird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]], GM: Aftershock
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|April 6, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 9]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Haggerty]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Burai]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|April 8, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 23)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|April 9, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Haggerty]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
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|April 11, 2025
|[[Four Floozies]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]], [[Rocky]]
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|April 13, 2025
|[[Beyond the Pale Part 10]]
|[[Ulthan]], [[Skyler]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Nary for Nereid]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Skyler]], [[Telamon]] GM: Riptide
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|April 14, 2025
|[[Running Up That Hill]]
|[[Aragos]] GM: Riptide
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|[[Bring a Little Fae]]
|[[Atrid]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|April 15, 2025
|[[A Grove Pit Stop]]
|[[Slixvah]] [[Atrid]]
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|[[Homegrown Confessional]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Carver]]
|-
|April 19, 2025
|[[Neva Gonna Give You Up]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]] GM: Whirlpool
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|[[Grim Deed Part 8]]
|[[Culix]], [[Skyler]], [[Reithak]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Aelwyn]]
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|April 20, 2025
|[[The Dukes Knight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Rhar]], [[Thurid]] GM: Riptide
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|April 22, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 24)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|April 23, 2025
|[[With Vast Love (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Skyler]]; GM: [[Carver]]
|-
|April 27, 2025
|[[Faeology 101]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|April 29, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 25)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
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|}

===May===
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{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|May 1, 2025
|[[Strawberries For All]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Khepri]], [[Carver]], [[Simony]]
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|May 2, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 4, 2025
|[[Cleiuin's Confession]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Riptide]]
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|May 6, 2025
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 26)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]], GM: Riptide
|-
|May 9, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Haggerty]], [[Aragos]], [[Crik]] GM: [[Thurid]]
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|May 10, 2025
|[[Rainy days, hair loss and full bellies]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 11, 2025
|[[Whispers of the Withering Wood]]
|[[Atzi]], [[Harshad]], [[Mist]], [[Tonameyo]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
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|May 12, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 17, 2025
|[[Something Fae-shy]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Bryn]], [[Myoides]], [[Skyler]]; GM: Riptide
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|May 18, 2025
|[[Fire of the Sun]]
|[[Thurid]], [[Bryn]], [[Skyler]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irysha]], [[Khepri]], [[Haggerty]], [[Carver]]; GM: Aftershock
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|May 19, 2025
|[[Lament of Vilarus (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Murder]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
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|May 22, 2025
|[[Akimitsu Sori (Part 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
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|May 23, 2025
|[[Bootleg Bounty (Part 3)]]
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|[[Grim Deed Part 10]]
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|[[The Work of Brewing and Crafting]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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Strawberries For All

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Telamon: Created page with "Market District, evening. The fair wind and spring sunset wanders on over Alexandria, a cool breeze to ruffle flowering trees, plants, and other botanica in the city of heroes. It's a nice night to be out looking for a deal, especially where there's fresh berries coming out of the Heartlands and into the city, and so berry scents are in the air, especially from a vendor who's frying up something delectable filled with strawberry jam. And waiting in line for one of thes..."

Market District, evening.

The fair wind and spring sunset wanders on over Alexandria, a cool breeze to ruffle flowering trees, plants, and other botanica in the city of heroes. It's a nice night to be out looking for a deal, especially where there's fresh berries coming out of the Heartlands and into the city, and so berry scents are in the air, especially from a vendor who's frying up something delectable filled with strawberry jam.

And waiting in line for one of these delightful confections is one Cor'ethil Cari'thana, recently-wedded and returned from a honeymoon in Llyranost. "Will you at least try a piece with me?" he asks Karasu by his side (ever-patient husband that he is). "I know you don't like desserts, but..."

He eyes Wuya, Karasu's raven. "Maybe you'll let Wuya have a piece, too?" he asks.

Wuya, the raven in question, wiggles hopefully at the idea of having some of the berry dessert. Karasu however only frowns a little bit at the idea. "I will try a piece, but Wuya should not eat anything this sweet. He will become sick."

Wuya croaks in protest, making raven noises at Karasu who sighs. "Very well. A very, very small piece." He looks like he is making the concession of the century.

There are those who seek solitude and submerge themselves in silence and meditation. And there are those... who do not. And sometimes the latter take it upon themselves to drag the former along.

"Oooh, look at that! We should get some of those for Mourner Torlin, she loves that sort of thing." The voice is that of a young woman, coming from the heavy khopesh slung at the side of the gangly war golem. Khepri looks down at its blade, tilting its head quizzically.

"You will need to be more specific, Kastuvas. 'That' can apply to many things, and you lack hands to point to where you are indicating."

Kastuvas makes a sound rather like a raspberry, before responding. "Fine, fine. The strawberry fritter stand. The one with the cute brooding guy and the good-looking elf in front of it."

Khepri peers down at its sword again, trying to parse what it just heard, before heaving a metallic sigh and walking over to wait in line.

Carver happens to be people-watching, and as is normal these days, is uncomfortably intense. Even seated, she seems an anxious bundle of nerves. The warpaints are back, the heavy furs, the reinforced bandolier, and pair of quivers bristling with arrows. A folded Tribunal is in her lap, an article circled with shaky lines; something upsetting to her. The welcome flow of LIFE that she is adjacent to serves as a soothing balm, chatter wafting alongside the rich aroma of cooking food.

A pair of young lovers there, a girl's gossipy lilting voice here, and a gangly war golem. Blink.

Recognition has her lifting a hand in greeting.

The Goblin descends into the market, held aloft by angelic wings. A woven reed bag is clutched to her chest, lest the wind tug it from her grip. "Oh I hope they're still open... and still have some of the early strawberries.", she mutters to herself. Unbeknownst to her, a smudge of blue mars one of her pale cheeks, a leftover of some painting session.

Simony begins to pace up and down among the stalls. "Strawberry fritter?", she says wtih a blink, catching the tail end of Khepri's conversation with his blade. She offers Carver a wave, and then exclaims, "Khepri! It's been a while, when did your sword start talking?"

"Yay, Wuya!" Corey is beaming brightly at the victorious Wuya, allowed to have at least one little bit of strawberry fritter. As per usual, he's full of sunshine and cheer--probably even moreso for being back in Alexandria. "I can't wait; these smell... well, I'd say they're divine, but I think I might get in some kind of trouble if I say that."

He's joking, but then he catches the sound of a girl's voice, and he blinks, blushing a little. "Was she talking about us?" Corey asks Karasu. "I mean, you're a cute guy. And you brood. And I'm an elf!" Yes, very observant, Cor'ethil.

Karasu glances in the direction of the girl's voice but doesn't see a girl who might have been talking about them. He eyes the area a bit suspiciously for a moment and returns his attention to the line in time to move with it and of course to Corey. "They might well have, we should be cautious after Sori's most recent attempt on us. If someone is discussing us, that is reason for alarm."

He lifts his hand and makes a noise at Wuya who sadly croaks and lifts into the air to look for anyone who might be suspicious or acting oddly.

Khepri impassively raises a hand in greeting to Simony and Carver. "Her peace be with you in time," the golem begins. A traditional Vardamen greeting, borne out by the Harpist's symbol engraved on its breastplate. Inclining its head down towards Simony, it continues, "I had offered a prayer to the Harpist for greater insight into people. Her response was... unexpected."

"Unexpected, hm?" Kastuvas's response is all teenage cheek, but layered with surprising empathy. "Well, sometimes you need something -special- if you're trying to shake yourself out of a rut. To wit, the Lady sent me to him, to guide him and give him advice. You can call me Kastuvas. Now, Khepri... you'll probably want to buy a dozen for Torlin. Make sure you get the fellow's name too, she may want to give him return business." The khopesh is almost hilariously 'chatty' for what is clearly a magical weapon.

Carver had seen this weapon speak before, and others, but everytime it warrants a shake of her head. "The Gods have senses of humor, in ways one can never expect." Khepri's life as a stoic inquisitor of a god most well-known to be grim now travels with a flighty, butterfly of a tool meant for killing. One has to admit, it's kinda funny. Her eyes track the raven as it takes off over head, rising to her feet as well, considering the married couple.

Or their strange treats. "What is that?"

Simony waits her turn, but the sight of Corey feeding Wuya has her moving to tug lightly at Corey, "May I try it?" Her stomach gurgles hopefully.

She looks back to Khepri, and then the sword as she speaks. The Goblin giggles.

"So uhm, the sword was too cheerful to hang around in Vardama's armoury?", she posits with a cheeky grin.

"Strawberry fritter. Deep fried pastry filled with a jam or cream, depending on preference. There are even savoury versions fill with meats.", she say in response to Carver's question.

Corey is blinking as Simony asks to try something he doesn't actually have yet. "I mean, I would, but we haven't even gotten to the front of the line yet." He shows his hands. "Nothing."

But he looks at Karasu with a small smile. "I'm a Warden of Gilead, my nightingale," he reminds Karasu. "People talk about me. I imagine they talk about you, too. We've been seen close to Archmage Lupecyll-Atlon, so people know us from that. Although I appreciate you looking out for us."

Finally he looks at Khepri. "So... Your khopesh. It's talking?" Then a beat before he asks, "May I see it? Her, that is?" He looks positively thrilled.

Karasu is looking at the weapon, identifying it as the source of the voice that had been talking about himself and Corey earlier. This eases his concern somewhat and he whistles quietly for Wuya to return. The raven does this after a long moment, wheeling through the sky and landing on Karasu's shoulder with a reproachful look. "There is a weapon that can talk." Karasu explains to Wuya in short.

Khepri tilts its head quizzically. "I prayed for guidance. It is the Harpist's will." A pause. "Perhaps I will understand more, in time."

Kastuvas tsks. "You can't learn everything immediately. You'd get horrible headaches if nothing else. Understanding takes time, like growing crops." There's something calmly confident despite the young voice. "But don't worry. I'll be with you, every step."

At Corey's inquiry, Khepri glances down at its sword. "If she wishes." Kastuvas replies, "No objection, as long as I wind up back on Khepri's harness." With that, Khepri unslings the khopesh, the hooking blade broad and polished to a practically mirror shine. From the pommel, several tiny bells hang from black cords attached to it, as Khepri proffers the hilt to Corey.

"Um, how long did you work on your verbal cues?" Carver asks Karasu, motioning with her left hand. "They responded well. Very intelligent creatures. I hear they are especially fond of rewards... but, eventually, can be a little demanding."

Oh, right, introductions. "I'm Carver." She bristles. "Hello." She does not want to interfere with the crew nerding out over Khepri's weapon.

The Goblin's stomach growls in protest, and her cheeks flush. "Oh, uh, okay..." Back to waiting in line. Her head tilts slightly and she grins. "Clergy tend to gossip and mine is no exception.", Simony says with a cheery tone in her voice. "The Monestary even has a gossip magazine, 'Essential Alexandrian Knowledge'. Not just all the sights and sounds of the city, but also a who's who. Saucy tales but they don't dip to the level of the Crimson Pen. I hear you're thought of as a sweet young man."

She grins at the return of Wuya. "Has Wuya met Pothy?", she wonders of Karasu.

Time is taken to admire the blade Khepri draws free, a small notebook appearing from a pouch on the Goblin's belt. Sketching begins. "It is interesting that you were given her, she appears to be quite opposite to your demeanour.", Simony says to Khepri.

The line draws forward by one person. One entire person. Corey and Karasu are nearing their goal of strawberry fritters. Well, maybe it's more accurate to say Corey's goal of strawberry fritters, but nobody's keeping score. Corey moves up a little in the line, but he takes the weapon and is very visibly appreciating it. He looks at the blade's reflection, and Corey's eyes widen. "Wow! There's a girl in the blade!"

Corey motions for Karasu (and Wuya by extension) to come take a look. "Are you stuck in there? Do you need help getting out? Or are you there of your own free will?" he asks, before looking at Simony with a blink. "Oh, people think I'm sweet? That's good! I try really hard to be kind and polite to everyone."

He even smiles broadly, and that smile's turned onto Carver as she introduces herself. "Hello! I'm Cor'ethil Cari'thana, Warden of Gilead. Errr, you can call me Corey for short. I know my name's kind of long." He gestures to Karasu. "Karasu here is my husband, so... Karasu Cari'thana. We just got back from a honeymoon in one of my mother's holdings in Llyranost."

Karasu doesn't move from his place in line (he is unwilling to lose their spot and thus have to start over again), but he does offer a brief bow in greeting to the sword whom can clearly see even if it is something that lacks eyes with which to do so. "It was a pleasant trip, aside from the poison at the wedding." His droll tone suggests he isn't kidding.

GAME: Carver rolls knowledge/local: (14)+3: 17

Kastuvas makes a derisive snort. "Yes, I'm supposed to be here. That's... kind of the point. Khepri prayed for guidance; I'm here to help him with that. To understand -people-. He's very good at handling the end of living; he just needs some more education on everything that happens before."

Khepri would be scuffing its foot in embarrassment, if it had the capacity for such. Instead, the golem patiently waits for Corey to return the blade. "I was not required to learn such things, as an Executor of Vardama. The words must be spoken. The dead must be remembered."

"Yes Khepri, that's very true, but people matter -- not just the dead, but the living." Kastuvas's voice is still cheerful. "I think someone may need to examine the catechism for inquisitors though. Some things are getting left out."

Carver lips press tight briefly at something, but nods at Cor'ethil. "I worked with you once on a job... an' I met your Ma. Enjoy your treats." She slips away. Stalks away? More or less the same thing. The Tribunal is snatched up on the way out.

Simony stands on tiptoe so she can see Kastuvas, and ohs, "Hey, hello!" She waves cheerfully and offers a quick bow. "I am Simony Smithsdottir. Khepri here saved me, in what seems like ages ago. We were fighting ghouls." The Goblin nods then. "Ah, you are reform minded? Interesting."

A wave is offered to Carver as the woman takes her leave, before Simony nods to Corey.

"Yes, you are a popular person among the older ladies."

"Oh! Right, err, sorry, I didn't mean..." Corey's cheeks pinken as Carver walks away, and he sighs. "I'm great at this making and keeping friends thing, aren't I?" He looks a little sad for a moment, but then there's Simony and Kastuvas and Khepri chatting about Vardaman issues.

"Karasu is an adherent of Vardama..." Then it finally hits Corey what Simony means. He blinks as he hands Kastuvas back to Khepri. "I'm popular among older women? Tell those older women I respect them, but I am not interested!"

The line shuffles forward. Another person walks away with fritters. Cor'ethil moves up a little, frowning as he looks at Karasu. "You aren't having any lingering effects from that poison, right?" This is a question he's asked Karasu a million times. The paladin is a worrywart of a husband.

Karasu lays a hand on Corey's back, stepping closer even as he moves up in the line and offers a faint smile to the other man. "I am well, thanks to you. It was only meant to emulate death so that you would think me dead. It is rare that it actually kills." But not impossible. Wuya shuffles his feet. He turns his head toward the others. "But let us not bring the conversation down. The wedding was lovely despite it, and the honeymoon... eventful." This has him smiling slightly slyly.

"It's probably not just the older women," Kastuvas remarks. "I mean, look at them. They're so cute together. Don't you agree, Khepri?"

Khepri just stares at Kastuvas blankly, before looking at Karasu and Corey, and then back to the sword. "...I lack the appropriate context for this question."

Kastuvas stage-whispers, "He means yes," before she's handed back over. "Hold on, big guy, don't put me up just yet. I gotta answer the Temperance first." The blade actually tugs a bit in Khepri's hand, as she continues, "'Reform' isn't really the best word for it. Rather, part of being a Mourner, a devotee of the Harpist, means dealing with people. Because we speak the words when they're gone, and we weep for them if no one else can. We stomp out undead and send fiends back to the hells, sure, but what's the point if we don't understand the people who dearly need us the most?"

"You'll have to forgive Carver. I am sure you've not alienated her. You're doing just fine making friends." The Goblin giggles at his blink. "Now now, you cannot blame them for mooning over a handsome man. Your husband is also eyed and mooned over. And I think that they think you're a cute couple."

She blinks and hops up and down. "The line's moving forward."

Simony tilts her head slightly, nodding at the teenager-in-the-blade. "Well, if the inquisitors aren't getting that message, that lesson, and you want to change that... is that not reform? And I agree totally. We must dispatch our duties with weapon in one hand, and help those most vulnerable with the other."

Corey has quite-red cheeks when Karasu makes a reference to the honeymoon. "It was lovely," he murmurs at last, before he smiles at Simony, Khepri, and Kastuvas, respectively. "That's exactly how I feel about serving people as a Warden, you know. Working with people is all part of it. Because people need us to understand them so that we can help them."

The line inches ever closer. Corey and Karasu are very nearly almost at the head of it. "Oh, this is exciting," Cor'ethil murmurs to himself. "I want two of them! One fritter for me and one for Karasu and Wuya, and I'll eat whatever they don't have."

"Which will be quite a lot of fritter for you." Karasu remarks much to Wuya's chagrin. The raven waves his tail hopefully though. If Corey accidentally drops the fritter on the ground... the food is his! Narrowing his eyes at Wuya as if he can read his raven's mind, Karasu stares at the bird.

Khepri intones, "Perhaps... reevaluation is a better turn of phrase. Kastuvas does not wish to unduly change the catechism, but to simply remind its teachers of certain critical elements." The golem considers. "There is merit in her complaint. I find myself lacking understanding in handling people."

Khepri returns Kastuvas to her sheath, before returning to waiting patiently behind Corey and Karasu. "To that end, she insists that I spend some time every day interacting with the city and its residents."

"I expect many clergy types feel pretty much the same way, Corey. Some are less into the sword-swinging than others, but I think their hearts are all in it equally." She looks to Karasu then, "Well he's a growing lad." Her gaze goes back to Corey. "But if you need help scarfing down the fritters... I'm your Goblin!" Stomach with legs.

She looks to Khepri then, and rubs at the back of her head. "It's good for clergy to mingle with the people they tend too. It raises morale, and makes you approachable. If you wanted, I would be pleased to accompany you on one of your jaunts. I would love the conversation too, from you and Kastuvas."

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* [[Whitechapel]]
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* [[Yexto]]
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* [[Zalara]]
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* [[Zaran]]
* [[Zaxx]]
* [[Zeke]]
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* [[Zephyr]]
* [[Zinth]]
* [[Zippo]]
* [[Zoob]]
* [[Zwrillixae]]

Four Floozies

2025-04-12T16:07:28Z

Telamon: Created page with "Evening, just outside the Arcanist's Guild. It's a quiet evening. There's a light mist on the ground, and the air is cold and damp feeling. The sky is turning shades of pink and orange with the setting of the sun, and it's in short rather beautiful an evening. There's not many people on the street at the moment, so the sight of four women giggling and walking in a group together is somewhat noticeable. Particularly given that they are rather beautiful - if one favors ha..."

Evening, just outside the Arcanist's Guild.

It's a quiet evening. There's a light mist on the ground, and the air is cold and damp feeling. The sky is turning shades of pink and orange with the setting of the sun, and it's in short rather beautiful an evening. There's not many people on the street at the moment, so the sight of four women giggling and walking in a group together is somewhat noticeable. Particularly given that they are rather beautiful - if one favors half-elvish women - with hair in a variety of colors and dresses to match their beauty. Clearly foreigners, come to visit Alexandria for reasons of their own. They seem to be angling for the guild.

Rocky does appericate beauty, mostly of the sunset. The cold weather he appericates far less. Half-elves? Somewhere in between. Objectively nice enough, but not his personal preference. The grey scale waits not far from the guild doors, having stopped to speak with someone a while ago, and not quite motivated to start again.

Alexandria is a city where strange things happen regularly. But there is something intensely -bizarre- about the gangling war golem walking along from the temple district, where it appears to be having an... argument. With someone, or something, audibly speaking.

"There is no reason for me to go to the TarRaCe. I do not require food, nor drink, nor companionship--"

The response comes from his hip, where an ornate khopesh is sheathed. Small bells hang from the pommel, and the voice is distinctly feminine, with a soprano register. "Yes, yes, you said that before. You -also- said in your prayers that you sought to understand people, in the wake of that little mess with Lord Ahu. Now, how are you going to understand them if you don't at least -observe- them?"

Khepri pauses and glares down at the weapon belted around its waist. "There are other places to go to do such, Kastuvas."

Kastuvas -- apparently the weapon's name -- replies cheerfully, "Ah, but they'll be less likely to talk. Even I knew this when I was in the cloister. Say, who's that?"

The inquisitor turns its gaze on the quartet of ladies, tilting his head quizzically. Watching them.

Carver was actually speaking with Rocky, conveniently enough. Over this or that. Or what their opinion is the best gift one could give to someone from Amshere, a treat or a sweet that might be a pleasant surprise. She was breaking off to collect her things, sweeping up assorted pouches and her backpack when the giggling quartet of the fashionable debauntelf make their arrival. She just scoffs, but it is not entirely devoid of insecurity with her dirty face and thick furs and unbrushed hair.

The book-learning district. Brynn isn't exactly part of that demographic, but she does like hearing stories; lucky for her, those can be found everywhere. Alot like pubs, which are another good place for tales. And ales. And lots of interesting things.

For now, though, she's just strolling along, idly whistling to herself, when she spies the quartet. Huh. Pretty Halfsies and the arcane place? She knows a pretty halfsy that's there alot. Maybe it's all related?

The quartet of beauties don't stop at the guild itself, but continue on to the entrance to the dungeons which is slightly around the way and set off to the side. One could not possibly confuse the two. The two guards on duty straighten as they notice the four women approaching, but even as they do, one of the men elbows his companion and grins.

The women smile back. In short order the four are talking to the two and having an amicable conversation despite the strangeness of four women having any interest in two guards who are guarding the Arcanist's Dungeons. One of the women laughs a little louder than the others at a joke one of the guards makes and flips her hair behind her head, holding out her hand toward him. He gleefully offers her something, and two of the women break off to head for the dungeons.

GAME: Khepri rolls Perception: (5)+13: 18

GAME: Rocky rolls perception: (17)+13: 30

GAME: Carver rolls perception: (16)+19: 35

GAME: Carver rolls spellcraft: (16)+7: 23

Rocky rumbles, and starts to move, turning towards the door to the Dungeon, but speaking to Carver. "The Keys. To the Dungeon. Those are not normally given over, yes? Something is odd."

Kastuvas's voice comes out again, "Well, that doesn't seem weird. I mean, maidens just -love- going into dungeons, right?" It's impressive how much sarcasm can come from a sword that sounds like a teenage girl. "Still, maybe they're visiting a friend?"

Khepri shakes its head minutely. "Visiting hours are strictly controlled and the entrance is normally heavily monitored..." The golem begins to walk towards the dungeon entrance briskly, metalshod feet clanking on the cobbles as the ominous-looking Executor approaches.

Carver inhales sharply through her nose, watching the interaction. She has visited the dungeon once or twice, to visit one of those who were considered dangerous enough to warrant containment within warded confinement. She certainly wasn't as pretty as the ladies in all shades but she definitely didn't receive keys to just stroll about with.

She picks up stride as well, forced to doubletime to keep up with the longer-legged Sith. "They put the guard to spell. Suggestion, hid it behind their skirt and smiles, but saws the wrigglin'."

"Oi! Guard and the Floozies, what was tha'?"

Pretty ladies heading for a a guarded door as the night darkens? That catches Brynn's eye. Why? Well, -obviously- there's some sort of exclusive party going on. And those are usually the best ones. That, or they are getting into trouble... or both! Both could be good. Brynn not having anything else going on at the moment doesn't hurt her curiosity none, either. She diverts to head thattaways.

Not to be left out, she lifts her left hand in hail. "Ey!" She gives a tusky grin. "This where the magic party's at tanight?"

The guards notice the approach of more people first and frown at the incoming adventurers. "Now, now. One at a time. If you've someone you want to see you'll need to take all that magical gear off."

"And leave your weapons behind." Says the other.

The 'floozies' as they've been rudely dubbed by Carver, frown at Carver. There's a sudden image of being back at a school-age. Of watching pretty, popular girls stare down their noses in *exactly* this same way. "Who, are *you*, ugly Betty?" One of them says just as rudely as Carver, and her friend laughs.

Meanwhile the other two have disappeared down into the dungeon proper.

Khepri overhears what Carver said, and the yellow lenses fix on the guard. "Why would you give them a key?" the golem intones sternly. "Are you -trying- to trigger a second breakout? Stand aside, so that we may question the two who entered."

Kastuvas isn't putting up with any guff either. "Oh, I know you!" she sings out to Carver. "The Horse-Mistress, who wanders the green without fear. I bet you have so many stories to tell."

Rocky moves... faster. Like an avalanche gaining momentum. Shield up, head down, brace the shoulder, and rush the strange acting half-elf. This is why he doesn't get ivnited to sorority parties. (bull rush)

Carver was not born in a country who cares about school. Wild plains of Dran, which meant she spent more time with spear and bow and horse than books or the delicate game of social parakeeting. The words do not hold much weight against her but the expression already touches on the insecurity, and her face flushes bright beneath the fading warpaint and dust from the road.

"You little snobby b-" She senses movement to her left, whipping her head that way as Rocky begins to move.

"Ey!" Brynn adds (again) as she closes on the floozy duo that didn't head past the bouncers already. "She ain' ugly," a thumb jabs at Carver. "Her name ain' Betty, neither. Guessin all of ye gave up on brains 'n eyes ta get a bit o' nice hair?"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ATTENTION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Aftershock has dropped a TIMESTOP!

Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for Aftershock to instruct you further. You may earn RPP by logging a scene for a GM.

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 23.

It is now TheGirls' turn! Khepri is next!

Rocky shoves himself between the two girls, forcing them apart. "No! Not okay!"

One of the half-elf girls falls to the ground as Rocky shoves her away from her friend. The other points at Rocky and screams in horror. "Ugly Betty and her friends are attacking the Arcanist's Dungeons!!! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US!" She puts her hands around her mouth to make the sound carry a bit better.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 22.

It is now Khepri's turn! Rocky is next!

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 18.

It is now Rocky's turn! Carver is next!

"Khepri, I smell a rat!" Kastuvas calls out.

"I know," is Khepri's reply. Suddenly the yellow lenses of its plague-doctor faceplate shift their glow to a ghostly green, sweeping over the tableau. "HOLD!" the Executor thunders. "In the name of the Harpist, cease! You two stink of darkness, and must explain yourselves."

Smoothly, Khepri draws the heavy khopesh from the sheath. The blade shimmers as a soft light dances around the golem's frame. "Guards, retrieve the other two. I will have the truth of this matter."

GAME: Rocky rolls intimidate: (14)+9: 23

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+16: (17)+16: 33

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+27: (12)+27: 39

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 13.

It is now Carver's turn! TheGuards is next!

Metal scrapes on metal as Rocky draws his massive iron blade and roars. "SILENCE, FLOOZIES!"

GAME: Carver rolls weapon1: (3)+0: 3

GAME: Carver rolls weapon0: (6)+15: 21

GAME: Carver rolls weapon0-5: (20)+15+-5: 30 (THREAT)

GAME: Carver rolls weapon0-5: (8)+15+-5: 18

GAME: Carver rolls weapon0-10: (9)+15+-10: 14

Carver's greatest flaw is temper. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's hot and petty. Gifts of a thousand Carver's living in her head. This is one of those petty moments, cause if she was thinking, she would focus on the fact that she has a goal and it's stopping whatever was going on with the guard's release of the key. Instead, the taunting gets to her.

Even Khepri's sword and Bryn's support does not blow out the fire. The cupped hands make for a good target. She puts her fist into the mouth of the one who gave her that most unwelcome of nicknames.

GAME: Carver rolls 1d3+2: (2)+2: 4

GAME: Carver rolls 1d3+2: (2)+2: 4

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 4.

It is now TheGuards' turn! Bryn is next!

The guards look less than happy with this series of events. "Hey! You can't just accost two women in the street!" One of them says, drawing his sword and pointing it at Rocky.

The other draws his sword and points it at Carver. "You stop that! They've done nothing wrong!" He rings a bell with his free hand and there's... probably going to be more guards out here soon.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 3.

It is now Bryn's turn! TheGirls is next!

GAME: Bryn spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 23.

It is now TheGirls' turn! Khepri is next!

"Ha! Foor funny floozies! Ye think ye be the pretty ones with yer teeth onna ground?!" Brynn points at the one yelling. "Ain' nobody goin fer no dungeon, they's goin after ye! Yer blind!"

GAME: Carver rolls cmb+2: (11)+15+2: 28

The two girls quickly scurry behind the guards, using them as human shields against the attack and onslaught of the others. "Help! Oh, please help. Brave guards, don't let them kill us!"

The other is in tears from Carver's brutal slapping, and hair-pulling. "Did you see what she did? She's ugly *and* mean!" She sticks her tongue out at Carver from behind the guard's back.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 22.

It is now Khepri's turn! Rocky is next!

GAME: Khepri casts Protection From Evil. Caster Level: 8 DC: 14

GAME: Khepri rolls melee+2+2: (4)+9+2+2: 17

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+1: (3)+1: 4

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+3: (17)+3: 20

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 18.

It is now Rocky's turn! Carver is next!

"Khepri," Kastuvas says worriedly, "We can't hurt these guards, they're not at fault. But we don't dare let those two run through the dungeon either."

"Working on it," Khepri replies. "Gray Harpist, your servant asks a boon, to ward one against unnatural influence." A soft glow appears around the golem's hand, and he deftly steps forward to tap the guard on the shoulder. A ghostly scarab beetle appears there, and rubs its forelegs for a moment before vanishing.

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+5: (2)+5: 7

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+5: (19)+5: 24

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+11: (20)+11: 31

GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d6+1: (1)+1: 2

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 13.

It is now Carver's turn! TheGuards is next!

Rocky eyes the cowering floozies a moment, and turns to the dungeon door, making a dash for it. The guards, of course, guard, their weapons banging off the sith's armor, until one manages to hit a joint, drawing a pained grunt from the greyscale. This does not stop him.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 4.

It is now TheGuards' turn! Bryn is next!

"Who are you working for? You are 'not' what you appear. Who are you tryin' to set free?" Carver says, still clutching the handful of hair in her free hand, the other now gripping the longbow.

The guards are less and less thrilled. Being pushed aside by Rocky, they decide to let their fellow guards stop the sith-makar. They have every faith that this will happen and that Rocky will be apprehended. Meanwhile the one that Khepri touched growls at him. "I don't appreciate you doing magic on me without my permission *Inquisitor*. If that's what you really are!"

The other holds Carver at sword-point. "If you nock an arrow, I'm going to cut you down to size. That's enough I say! We're the guards here!"

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 3.

It is now Bryn's turn! TheGirls is next!

GAME: Bryn rolls perform/sing: (13)+14: 27

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 23.

It is now TheGirls' turn! Khepri is next!

GAME: Khepri rolls CMB+2: (5)+9+2: 16

Bryn likes a brawl as much (or maybe more) than the next person. Still, she sees Khepri try to protect the guard, and it's a little weird how sweet the guards were for... Ok, not -that- weird, but still. There's a time for guardin and a time for flirtin. They usually aren't the same time. So she tries to straighten that out.

Her ralying cries shift to something a bit more... scolding as she eyes the guards. "Floozies flirtin. Words a'hurtin. Dunegons lurkin. Cods be thinkin... Try usin th'other end, ey!"

The girls, realizing that Bryn's tactics are probably working, or maybe just seeing their ally fleeing, decide that now's a good time to get going, and flee after their friend. Khepri tries to grab the closest one with his free hand, but she slips by without being caught up by the war golem.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 22.

It is now Khepri's turn! Rocky is next!

GAME: Khepri casts Hold Person. Caster Level: 8 DC: 15

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 18.

It is now Rocky's turn! Carver is next!

As the girls start fleeing, Khepri tries to grab one but the golem simply isn't quick enough. And it's not willing to start laying about with Kastuvas yet. But that does give him an idea.

"The grasp of Holy Vardama upon you!" Khepri intones, pointing at one of the fleeing girls. The spell has no effect, but it confirms that the girls are more than what they seem to be.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 13.

It is now Carver's turn! TheGuards is next!

Rocky rumbles loudly, and moves after the fleeing floozies. He is distressingly fast for a large, heavily armored lizard. This is not the same as saying he is fast.

Carver's eyes are blown open wide. She does not move from her spot, partly cause she is struggling valiantly to suppress violence. Partly because a sword's tip is at her throat, so her breath becomes frantic. She looks down at the hair in her hand and calms, studying it, the strands left in her callused palms.

GAME: Aftershock advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 4.

It is now TheGuards' turn! Bryn is next!

The guards lower their swords almost in union. "...Did you give her a key to the cells?"

"Yep. You let me!"

"We are in so much trouble. I've got three mouths to feed!" The first guard groans.

"That's not half the trouble you're going to be in when your wife finds out you were flirting with a floozie!" The second guard replies. Then looks at Carver a bit belatedly. "Sorry about threatening you. I really thought she and her friends were my friends for some reason."

"We'd best tell the captain." The first guard replies to his friend. "He's going to have us eating grass."

"You're telling me!" Sighing, the second guard starts toward the door where the other guards are pouring out.

Seems they have some 'splaining to do.

GAME: Aftershock removes the timestop.

Rocky chases the floozies for a short while, but quickly falls behind and loses them. He does make note of the direction they went, but suspects that was just 'away'. Eventually, he returns to verify his involvement in the whole mess.

Khepri turns and stares at the guards, like the golem is about to launch into a truly brutal dressing down. Then the khopesh in its fist twitches, and Kastuvas clears her throat. "Settle down, big guy. They were ensorcelled. They're not the first, and they won't be the last."

The golem heaves a metallic sigh. "The dungeons must be inspected, top to bottom, to review any possible breach or attempt to liberate a prisoner." Smoothly, Khepri returns the blade to its sheath. A glance at Carver, then another, as the Executor approaches Carver to help her up. "Did you find something?"

"Ha!" Brynn laughs at the fleeing floozies, the worried guards, and their own success. She takes a step or three to Carver to offer her a hearty congratulatory slap on the back. "Ye gotta piece of 'em, ey? Even more reason ta grab a mug!"

Carver is snapped out out of whatever is happening with the slap on her back, giving Bryn a dazed but thankful smile. She moves her hand over to Khepri to show that what she holds do not match. Of course, these were enchantressi, so something to disguise who they were is hardly surprising. "No... they were looking for something, or more likely someone. I need to find them if they remain in the city."

The guard's apology is brushed away. Not their fault. Their responsibility but... now she has one too, and she made the situation worse so fix it.

A thorough search of the dungeon is done. At first count, there's no missing prisoners, but a closer examination reveals a fiend dressed in the clothing of one of the prisoners. The fiend is summarily dispatched with. It seems that one Herman Mudgett has gotten away; dressed as a woman.

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2025-04-12T16:07:08Z

Telamon:

The Golden Songbird

2025-04-05T02:05:58Z

Telamon:

Lupecyll-Atlon home, evening

GAME: Skyler rolls disguise: (12)+4: 16

It is fairly late in the evening when a caller comes to Telamon and Cor'lana's home, seemingly uninvited and unrequested. The caller is a cheerful sort, dressed in a baggy green tunic and brown trews, a gigantic purple hat and what looks at first glance to be a large, oversized stork bill poking out from under it.

Disney called, Robin Hood wants his disguise back.

"Oooo de-lally!" The figure calls out, an twig with a string on it thrown across slender shoulders, "My my my what a *fancy* house!" Surprise! Everyone is *undoubtably* shocked to realize that the stork-man-thing is Skyler, but shhh. Lets not ruin the surprise too soon.

It's been a relatively short interval since Tel and Lana returned triumphant from a lonely ridge near Hextus. And as glorious as it was... there are repercussions. Namely, the headache Telamon suffered from playing hot potato with a deific artifact.

Fortunately, the ache has abated now to a mere twinge, helped with copious doses of hot tea and minimal magic use. When the knock sounds at the door, Tel wearily drags himself up off the couch. "I've got it," he says -- a bit unnecessarily, but it is what it is. Dressed down in a light linen tunic and short breeches, he pads over to the door barefoot, and peers through the spy-hole.

Pauses. Peers again.

Then he lets out a deep sigh, and opens the door. "Ah yes," he says with a touch of pomposity, "you must be the clown we hired for the party tonight... come in." Beckoning to Skyler, and reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose as he shuts the door behind him. He mumbles something in sildanyari, and as pretty as it sounds it's probably not polite.

"Oh weeeeeeell jee golly!" The 'stork' says, hooking thumbs in the strap across his chest holding his quiver as he splays his legs out. He's even gone so far as to glue feathers to his gloves. Chicken feathers, mind you, but feathers none the less. "Can't say my jokes're gunna be any better than the one life played on you, Sirrah!" He says cheerfully, pale grey-green eyes twinkling, "Only clown here is that there Pothy feller, even if I do got some eyeballs ready for him."

He brightens, holding one finger up in a one-moment gesture before reaching over his shoulder and pulling out a baby doll. "Reckon since Imma stork an' all, I got you *this*!" And he thrusts the baby at Telamon... Along with papers bearing the heading: 'Fey and Mortal Interbreeding: Eugenics or Just Kinky'. "Congrats, y' a daddy now!" He beams, slaps Telamon on the shoulder, and walks in, giving Cor'lana a deep bow as he pulls off the 'bill' that was held in place with twine. "And you're a mommy! Without the hard part. And for Pothy, eyeballs!" And he then pulls a sack of sweets out of his quiver, little gummy eyeballs that look *startlingly* (and suspiciously) like real eyeballs. "They even have a jelly filling!"

Cor'lana is dressed in a simple spring lavender dress, and she's busied with the process of tending to Pothy (who is being incredibly baby-shaped and sized at the moment on his perch in the living room). Sometimes all she's engaged with in the world is feeding Pothy by hand and petting him and telling him he's a good bird. (It helps with his emotional outbursts on occasion. At least, Pothy says it soothes him.)

Then there's Skyler at the door, and Cor'lana's blinking... rapidly. "Umm." She looks at Pothy. "So... you have a... niece? Nephew? Nibling? What is the baby doll, exactly?" She's trying to play along with the bit, but then she mutters, "Grandfather would have a field day with this."

"Oh! Splendid. I do like eyeballs." Pothy's already happily wagging his tail up and down.

Nemenba, for his part, stands in a corner looking rather out of place and completely conspicuous. He bows politely to Skyler as the man enters the room, and eyes him thoughtfully. "Greetings and welcome to the home of my Mistress." His tone is monotone and not at all welcoming.

Telamon just kind of... blinks when Skyler shoves a baby doll and a sheaf of papers at him, juggling them for a moment before getting a good grasp on both. "Skyler, what in..." He pauses at the title on the papers, and raises an eyebrow at the man. "... wonderful, reading material for later." He just shakes his head, before following the ex-pirate into the living room. Absently, he puts the baby doll down on the table, riffling through the papers before setting those aside as well.

"I believe you're acquainted with Nemenba, Skyler," Telamon says in a dry tone. "We were able to chase down Idoren and... there were some interesting developments on that."

A gobber named Garlic Toast once commented that Skyler was an *amazing* case study for someone new to humans. Jarik calls it 'letting the intrusive thoughts win', but the swashbuckler has committed to living life to the fullest, be it foiling his nemesis Captain Cashew with clever disguises or seeing the most minute chink in Telamon's defenses. And speaking of Cashew... "That nutjob bought an orphanage to sicc the kids on me." Skyler says with an offended air as he doffs the hat and tucks the bill inside it, following that with the feathered gloves. He's gotten gear upgrades since last he visited. A small ring on his pinkie shaped like a feather, another ring with a shield on it on the other hand. A belt and a... tiara? It is surprisingly unobtrusive, probably because the red and orange stones on it are lost in auburn hair that's grown shaggy with a single longer braid he casually tucks behind one ear. "Trust, my man, you'll enjoy that literature. You like books, right?" And he shoots Telamon a sunny, confident grin, flashes him two thumbs up, and winks before turning back to Ravenstongue. "Speaking of your weirdly hot grandpa! I was thinking, if I promised him my first born would he trade it to get me out of the whole Cashew situation? I was reading that the fey like first born for an after-dinner mint?"

The levity evaporates though as Nemenba draws his attention. His jawline tightens, eyes a mixture of hurt and hard. "So you were able to find that bastard." He says evenly, finishing his peeling off of the 'costume' to reveal his mithril shirt without a greatcoat to cover it. Bejeweled, tiaraed, and wearing masterwork mithril chain, he looks like the young noble he's spending so much time refusing to be again. "I hope you didn't kill him. Hello, Nemenba." He pauses, and adds, "Mistress?" He turns to Cor'lana, frowning deeper, "You weren't able to free him?!"

Cor'lana frowns a match for Skyler's own frown. "I wasn't, no," she says. "At the time when we found him, I assessed him and the situation... A Wish spell's not even an easy solution for this." She looks at Nemenba with a particularly mournful look as she says, "Trust me when I say I haven't been putting him to work."

"I keep asking him to give me snacks and he refuses." Pothy grumbles in his very boyish voice. "It's bullshit. Also, that legume-monikered motherfucker bought an _orphanage_ to harass you?"

"_Pothy_," Cor'lana says, scandalized by the raven's language. She takes a breath to center herself. There will be addressing Pothy's colorful language... Later. "While Grandfather does love babies... It's his descendants that he adores. He's been after Telamon and I to give him more 'grandchildren'. Telamon's mother, too, for that matter."

Nemenba watches the ongoings dispassionately, but when Skyler seems to be addressing Cor'lana a bit... intently, he steps forward a little bit. His eyes flicker to Cor'lana, then back to Skyler. "Freeing me seems to be more difficult than originally anticipated." His eyes flicker toward Cor'lana. "So far however, as she says, I have not been asked to build any towers or grant any inane wishes. I am even allowed food and water when I ask for them. Not that I require such, but it is pleasing."

Telamon bristles for a moment, but then subsides, taking a deep breath. "I even tried that bit from a story I heard once, about wishing for a genie to be free. Unfortunately, he can't do that either." He reaches over, and puts a hand on Skyler's shoulder. "I know. I'm not happy either. Remember what I said at the observatory? This is... Nemenba's a good person, but it's still wrong what was done to him. We have to make it right." His lips curl slightly. "In the meantime, Idoren is currently enjoying the accomodations of the Arcanists' Dungeon. Which are somewhat sparse."

He snorts, a memory bubbling up, before his mind shifts to a different question. "I suspect Idoren's lack of skill and vision were critical to our success. The idiot had Nemenba put a tower up near Hextus, and was using some kind of magical lure to get people to set up there. He'd even collected himself a little harem, though of course he didn't know what to do with them." Tel rolls his eyes. "And then he complains about how all he could get were dates and coconuts."

"He ran out of street urchins." Skyler shrugs at the talk of his rival, "I'm just glad he didn't decide to *make* more street urchins." And he runs a finger over his throat, and lolls his head to the side with eyes rolling up. Ded. He straightens up, tugging his mithril shirt back into place a bit self-consciously as he consider the boy. Someone smarter might have arguments and 'what ifs' to throw at the magical pair, but Skyler knows his own limits. "Honestly, if he *has* to be in this position, I'd rather it be with one of you two. But what about the divine? Can that flying goblin mosquito-girl that mocked your dragon form do something? She seemed pretty powerful."

It's not the logical argument of a peer, even still.. But the plea of someone almost innocent that knows reality but still wishfully believes it could be better. It's replaced with a jaded cynicism, though, as he scrubs his face with one hand. "I won't condescend by asking you if you're happy, Nemenba." He sighs, "But if there's anything I can do for my part in you being victimized..." He gives Telamon a wry grin, before turning back to Cor'lana, "So... You're saying I give *you* my firstborn, so Grandpa Bird stops hounding you two to have kids, and then he'll strike a deal with me to make Cashew into milk? I can do that."

Cor'lana opens her mouth to answer Skyler's question about her grandfather, but Pothy beats her to the punch. "I think he'd like babysitting, but he wouldn't like having the firstborn forever," Pothy says. "He likes babysitting _me_, for instance, but I'd eat him out of house and home if I lived with him full-time."

"Yes, which is why we benevolently let you do it to us instead," Cor'lana says with a roll of her eyes, petting Pothy's feathers on his little fuzzy head. "Although... I have been giving a bit of thought to having children recently..."

Pothy bird-blinks and turns his head underneath Cor'lana's slender fingers to look up at her. "What?"

"That's for Telamon and I to talk about later." Cor'lana smiles. "As for Nemenba, I think it's time to turn to deities, yes. Telamon has a fairly close connection to Ni'essa despite not being a Seer nor Silver Guard of her order. Do you have a particular connection to any god, Skyler?"

Nemenba blinks at Skyler's words to him, seeming surprised by them. Which is a notable far cry from his usual expressionless mask or his almost-sarcastic monotone. He glances at Cor'lana then, which he does quite a lot actually. "Mistress." He pauses for a moment and then continues. "Would I be permitted, to... have lunch with him?"

There's a faint bit of wincing around his eyes, as if asking for something is something that is hard for him to do. Or worse, as if he expects something terrible to come of his request. "Preferably before you do something to free me, in the instance that freeing me is in fact killing me."

Telamon blinks as well, both at Skyler's bizarre suggestion and Lana's sudden thoughts on the matter. But he doesn't stay off balance for long, instead shifting back towards the question of Nemenba. "I might bring Simony in, but there's also Amenara Paki, from the temple of Ni'essa. If mortal aid fails..."

He rubs his chin. "There's Leca'fi Amdamu -- the Castle on the Edge of Waking. I could try and work on the problem there, or call others to aid us in this endeavor. A certain dragon-friend, for example." He gives Lana and Pothy a grin. "She hates cages, remember?"

"But it'll be a *choice*." Skyler says fiercely, when Nemenba talks about how freedom means death. "Don't you see? If you choose to keep living in whatever state you're in, it'll be your decision, not anyone else's." He shakes his head earnestly, "I've been in a gilded cage before, and you can't underestimate how validating it is to be able to make your own decision between shitty choices other people force you to make. Like bondage or death." He's still talking about Nemenba, right?

When said person makes a suggestion about lunch, he perks up. "Oooh! Yes! A lunch! I can take him to the Gobber gambling den. I think they've got corn chowder, and I can teach him Krampus-Slap!" He turns to Nemenba, grinning broadly, "You basically slap the person on your left, and then they slap the next person, in a circle. Winner is whoever is left standing last, or has the most amount of teeth left in their mouth!"

To Cor'lana, he grimaces, humor banked somewhat at the question on divinity and him. "I... don't really do much worship. I respect the Gods, and grant them their due, but... My father was very interested in piousness." His lips thin, "Or at least, the illusion of it. Soured my faith somewhat, and to be honest, when I'm sober I try not to think too hard about it."

Cor'lana's violet eyes go soft with her own kind of knowing at the talk of gilded cages. "Yeah," she says. "I've been there... And lived." She looks up at Telamon and smiles tenderly. "Glad I did, knowing now what waited for me in the future."

"You're going to make people cry, you know," Pothy says, looking up at Lana. He just might be included in 'people', judging by the little warble in his voice.

This earns Pothy a little kiss on his fuzzy little head, and Cor'lana looks back up at Skyler. "I understand entirely," she says. "If my own father was a pious man, I, too, might have associated that with unkindness. I mostly asked since even a prayer from those of us who are not connected to the divine for their magic may have those prayers answered."

Cor'lana looks tenderly at Telamon for a moment as she says, "Mine were, in the end."

"_Brother_," Pothy mutters, and he takes flight to try and land on Skyler's shoulder. "Please take me away from here before they start kissing. I'll happily go to lunch with you and Nemenba."

"Speaking of which, Nemenba, you absolutely may have lunch with Skyler," Cor'lana says with a broad smile. "In addition to learning the finer mechanics of Krampus-Slap..." Then she looks at Telamon. "You're right. How have we not called Tanith yet?"

Nemenba nods very low to Cor'lana, respect in every line of his body. "I am grateful Mistress." He murmurs, straitening afterwards. "If it pleases you Skyler, I will have lunch with you now, or when it pleases you. You need only call upon my Mistress and remind her of her promise that it can be done."

Suddenly, without warning at all, there's a golden dragon snaking through the air, landing on the couch next to Cor'lana and looking at her with wide golden eyes. Then Telamon, and then Skyler. Skyler she looks at for a very long time indeed, mostly though... because she's looking at Pothy. "FRIEND!" She says loudly, her voice high-pitched and excited. "Hellopeoples! Iamhere! Ihavecomebecauseyoucalledyes!"

She talks very fast indeed, and her words have a tendency to crowd one another so that it sounds like one very long word. She blink-blinks her gold eyes. She's a dragon, but she's also only the size of a moderately sized cat. With long arching horns and a lovely tail which she flicks back and forth. "Istherefish?"

"Because, like any good friend, I try not to bother her if I don't need to," Telamon replies. He's moved over next to Lana, and reaches over to take her hand and raises it to his lips. "But you should take care when speaking her name because--"

And then the small golden dragon appears, and Telamon looks both amused and exasperated. He finishes his sentence. "...because she'll hear it." Another deep breath, before he bows his head slightly. "Welcome, Tanith. There are tuna steaks in the coldbox; shall I fetch some? We are trying to figure out how to free our friend Nemenba here." He points at Nemenba with his free hand. "And this is Skyler Skywalker, another friend of ours. He was the one who called my attention to Nemenba's plight."

Staring with equal parts horrified fascination and shock, Skyler doesn't break eye contact with the dragon that suddenly appeared even as he digs through a belt pouch for a bit of dried fish strips. "Friends are the people that you're the least bit shy about bothering." He says absently as he continues to stare with wide, pale eyes, "Why do you think I terrorized you? You're my friends." Lucky them. He holds out the jerky... A particular favorite of Jarik's snowy familiar, it is, indeed, fish. "Thereisfish." Skyler says deadpan, in the same pitch and speed, "HellodragonwhoIassumeisTanith?"

He turns to Telamon and then Cor'lana, mouthing the words 'what the *fuck*?!' as Telamon makes the introductions, but speaks up when they discuss freeing Nemenba. "If it doesn't kill him without his consent." He interjects, firmly, "Some things are worse than dying, but that's his decision to make."

Pothy looks at Tanith and... Well, he ducks on Skyler's shoulder a little bit, folding in a little closer to Skyler's neat little braid. "She's going to swoop on me," he says in a whisper. "She likes pouncing. _Save me_." He doesn't even bother with trying to take the dried fish strips even though, normally, he'd be all over them.

"Tanithariairisixchel," Cor'lana says, sweeping her arms to the cat-sized golden dragon. "But we--and most people--call her Tanith. A couple of years ago, now, when werewolves were besieging the city of Alexandria, we befriended Tanith. She ended up being instrumental to our efforts." She smiles tenderly at Tanith. "She's recently started up a little colony of orphaned children. Which... Now that I'm thinking about it, we should not tell your Captain Cashew about them."

She nods to Skyler's points about friends and Nemenba's choice. "I wouldn't call what you do terrorizing. Merely keeping life interesting." Violet eyes shine with mirth for a moment before she says, "I will permit Nemenba any decision that he wishes... As, unfortunately, I believe he requires my 'permission' to act upon it. As evidenced for want of a lunch."

Nemenba is startled by Tanith's appearance, but Tanith is bespelled easily by the fish that Skyler brings out. Her snout wiggles thoughtfully, and her tail twitches. Her eyes seem to revolve in golden circles. "Fish!" She exclaims, hopping off the couch and launching herself at Skyler. In an instant she's on his arm, nibbling the fish in his hand and licking his fingers clean of the salt. The fish lasts all of ten seconds before it's gone. "Fish!"

She preens happily and curls up on Skyler's forearm, feeling quite light given that she's cat-sized. She looks then at Telamon happily. "Fish? Morefish? Yesmorefish. Yes."

Nemenba looks at Cor'lana. "Mistress... what is that?" His tone is a bit squished.

Telamon can't hide a small grin at Skyler's expression. See, that's what you get for needling Tel. He kisses Lana's hand again, before releasing her. "She is an emissary of Ni'essa, whom men call Eluna. And she is a good friend." He reaches over to scritch Tanith on the head.

"Lana, if you would, please fill Tanith in on the particulars? I have to go rummage in our coldbox now. If I'm lucky, Tanith will even let me cook those fillets." He gives Tanith a cheerful smile. "Depends on how patient you're feeling."

"Don't tell Greywing, but I have more fish." Skyler tells Tanith in a conspiratorial voice as he cuddles the little dragon like she were the cat she's sized as. The wild look in his eyes fades as he gets accustomed to her weight and presence, refusing to let the shock get in the way of good vibes.

Especially with Nemenba standing right there, manifestation of the swashbuckling former pirate's rashness.

He pulls more fish jerky out, tearing it into dainty little strips for a dainty little dragon-cat-Tanith-emissary of Aluna. It also gives time for the fillets to get cooked, if someone is paying attention. Luck is for noobs, Telamon! Make your own! Carpe Diem, Carpe... fishdom? "I'm curious if the actual invasion was as steamy as the crimson pen novel about it, 'Frayed Knots'. It's one of my favorites."

He then adds, with a smirk, "You're not thinking right, Cor'lana! We use the feral dragon orphans to lure him in, and when he tries to use them they can turn on him and BAM!" He makes an explosion with one hand, the one currently not wrapped by a golden drangonet.

Cor'lana reddens at the mention of the Crimson Pen novel. "They made another one about that time?" she asks in a small huff before shaking her head.

"Boy, you have no idea," Pothy says to Skyler. "That's when Cor'lana became the Temptress of Alexandria. Long story."

"Speaking of which..." Cor'lana looks at Nemenba for a moment before she turns her gaze back onto Tanith (and a deeply-affronted Pothy, but he seems to know better than to complain about snack access in the presence of a miniature golden dragon). "Tanith, this is Nemenba. His soul was bound to his bones in a horrible ritual conducted by mages that claimed fealty to Daeus. He's... currently stuck like this. Nemenba, this is Tanith. She's a friend of ours with... a special connection to Ni'essa." She frowns deeply before continuing. "Not even a wishing spell can really do anything to help him. This is officially something that requires deific intervention."

"Why don't you just let me pluck his eyes out of his skull?" Pothy mutters darkly to Skyler on the matter of Captain Cashew."

Tanith seems to have a voracious fish-appetite, and she eagerly gobbles up all of the fish offered to her despite her tiny size, and never slows down at all. "Iwon'ttell." She promises, it's her fish after all.

Nemenba watches with a faint expression of shock, but he seems to be unwilling to argue that the tiny dragon could possibly be an emissary. Indeed, he seems to decide that not saying anything at all is the best course of action at the moment. So he just watches the goings-on from afar. When properly introduced to the dragon, he bows his head respectfully and quietly.

The golden dragon for her part tilts her head at Nemenba and then peers at Cor'lana. "Stuck?" She queries sounding interested but also confused. Her tail twitches a little. "Idonotunderstandthisstuck. Isthatlikebeingtrapped? Inalittlecage? Idon'tlikecages. Cagesarebadandicky." She seems very determined about this. "Howisstuck? Whereiscage?"

This might be complicated to explain.

One of the benefits of being a sorcerer is that you always have help at hand. In Telamon's case, at least one unseen servant politely waiting in the corner to be used. Once Tel has extracted the tuna steak, he simply tosses it in a pan to cook, instructing the servant, "Turn it every couple minutes." He knows better than to bother with seasoning. It's Tanith, after all.

Leaning out of the kitchen, Telamon catches the last bit. "Lana, you may want to show Tanith the box. She may see something we haven't." A pause. "Also, Skyler, what exactly would you -do- with Cashew? I hope you're not proposing murder or something equally appalling."

"He's a fellow member of the Society." Skyler says, waving off the idea of murder, "I'm still trying to get through the bylaws, but pretty sure we aren't allowed to murder each other." He considers that, even as he continues to feed the dragonfriendperson more bits of fish jerky. "Either way, you don't solve a problem like Cashew with pecking his eyes out: you hit him where it hurts." He nods slowly, "Humiliate him, and break his spirit. He thinks he's so much better than me, that all I really have to do is prove he's no better than me." He raises his eyebrows, "Just... not as honest about it, y'know?"

He purses his lips when the talk turns to Nemenba, sitting back and paying tribute to Tanith while the intelligent people discuss smart people stuff.

Cor'lana flushes a little again at the mention of just showing the box. "Right!" she says, reaching into a pocket on her dress and pulling out a small bag that's been with her almost since the start of her adventuring days. She pulls it out and holds it in Tanith's direction. "Go ahead. It is kind of like a cage... not dissimilar to how a lich puts their soul into an object to obtain their version of immortality."

"Well." Pothy considers Skyler's plight for a long moment. "You know what we should do? We should introduce you to Lily-of-the-Valley and Mirabilis. They're the garden pixies who work for Telamon and Cor'lana. Lily-of-the-Valley's a dull idiot who drools over... well, anyone vaguely man-shaped, and Mirabilis is usually cleaning up after her or looking more respectfully at the man. But I feel like you might be able to recruit them into some mischief to get back at Captain Cashew. All you have to do is to promise Lily-of-the-Valley you'll sneak her back into the Angorite temple to help her watch the Angorite clerics oil-wrestle each other."

Tanith peers at the box, then Nemenba, then the box again. "Heistrappedinthebox?" With the last of Skyler's fish eaten she launches herself back over to Cor'lana and lands close enough to sniff the box. Peering at it thoughtfully. "Nobox!" She thrums low in her throat and then... The box vanishes.

Gone.

Nemenba gives a little jerk in surprise and then says, "Where did it go? Am I free?" He pats himself a little as though to make sure that he's all in one piece.

"Fish!" Tanith demands, hopping onto the back of the couch and wiggling her tail at the kitchen which is starting to smell like cooked fish.

Telamon watches as the box... vanishes. Uh. His eyes dart to Skyler, then Nemenba, then Lana finally. No -way- is it that easy. But... he has a slightly more pressing matter to tend to. "Yes, Tanith. Ah... what did you do with the box? And where does Nemenba go now?"

Hurriedly, the sorcerer grabs a plate, transferring the freshly-fried tuna steak to it, and putting it out for Tanith. "And this," he advises Skyler, "is how I wound up investing in six fishing trawlers. And toting back a good sized portion of their catch for several days."

"You make that sound like a *hardship*, Pothy!" Skyler laughs, grinning broadly at the Raven, "Hell, I go watch the Angorites oil-wrestle at least once a week! I even left a suggestion that they could offer to let the devote oil up the clerics in return for a small donation." He scratches his jaw, "Which is a little close to prostituting them, now that I think about it. Would that be sacrilegious?" He shakes his head, and waves a hand dismissively. "But I'll talk to this Lily-of-the-Valley. Maybe they can seduce Cashew and I can steal his pants so he's forced to do a walk of shame pantsless."

But there's more important things to think about! Like the golden songbird. He surges to his feet when the box disappears, face alarmed as he looks at Nemenba. Only to see him still alive, relaxing with a huff of air. "Cor'lana, try ordering him to rub his stomach and pat his head at the same time? See if the compulsion is still there?" To Telamon he adds, "I've considered getting into shipping, but I'm dead ass broke." He looks mournfully around the house, "How you guys pay for all this is beyond me!"

"Adventuring is pretty lucrative, all things considered," Cor'lana says, smiling a little bashfully. "Once you start becoming an established adventurer, that is. As for Lily-of-the-Valley... She's about the size of my hand. What she is, is persistent. And annoying. I bet you can get her to make Cashew agree to leave you alone if she stops pestering him."

The suggestion of the compulsion is a good idea, one that makes Cor'lana smile all the wider. "Good idea, Skyler! Nemenba, rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time." Then she blinks and looks bashful all over again as she adds, "Please."

"That's right. Your mother raised you with better manners than that." Pothy then leans in a little closer to Skyler's ear. "Hey. Can you sneak me a fish while Tanith's distracted with that tuna steak?"

Tanith hums happily digging into her fish plate. "Nobox!" She declares happily. Which seems an answer if not exactly a very clear one.

Nemenba looks quite distressed now, uncertainty making his features twist. His eyes finally land on Cor'lana. "Yes, Mistress, if you could..." He frowns, not certain he wants to pat his head and rub his stomach in unison. However it seems as fair a test as any.

The little dragon for her part has made the fish vanish lightning-quick and happily curls up near the plate which has been licked clean. "Peoplesgowherewantgo. Isaylivealifeandbehappy! Growoldlikepeoplesdo! Findloveandjoyandsadstuffs." She tucks her head on her arm.

Nemenba meanwhile is not rubbing his stomach and patting his head, he's looking at Tanith thoughtfully and nodding. "Then I would like to start by having lunch with... Skyler." He smiles at Skyler. "Perhaps I can even help you with your Captain Cashew problem."

GAME: Telamon rolls heal: (5)+26: 31

Telamon blinks slowly, before he replies. "Wait. I ... I think this is making sense, actually." He comes out of the kitchen, reaching out to stroke Tanith as he passes. Approaching Nemenba, he smiles. "May I?"

Telamon reaches out to take Nemenba's wrist, checking for a pulse, before touching the man's throat with careful fingertips. Then he places his hand on the man's chest, nodding. "...I see. Maybe."

He turns to Lana and Skyler. "A simple solution. We had his bones, and his soul at hand. Tanith has... well, resurrected him. I think you should visit the temples, Nemenba, just to make sure, but..." He offers the (former) King in Orichalcum Rags a surprisingly reassuring grin. "It seems you may have been given a second chance."

Wordlessly a piece of fish is stuffed in Pothy's beak. Does Skyler bother to wait for the raven to open his mouth? Probably. Is there any more warning than that? Absolutely not. It's like shoving a piece of hard candy in a senile old grandpa's mouth when he starts talking about Charn in a positive light: the quickest, least fussy way to shut them up.

When Nemenba indicates he still wants lunch with him, the swashbuckler looks flattered and a little surprised. Not many people willingly seek him out: usually like an questionable rash he just sort of shows up. "Sure, yeah." He says easily, "Although truth be told, I'm not as worried about Cashew as I am my father and that inquisitor he sent after me. If my brother hasn't knocked up whatever milquetoast brood mare with more money than brains he married, I'm still the spare to his heir." He runs a hand through his hair. "I doubt he'd be happy to let Christopher stay dead. Because he is." His eyes are hard as he blinks, "Christopher Ashewell died, and even the Harpist can't bring him back. I'm *Skyler*." His chin lifts, "And whatever people say about me, it's the choice I make." His eyes cut over to Nemenba. "Choices... matter." That's said in a quiet voice, as he unthinkingly tosses a bit of fish jerky into his mouth.

At first, his expression is aghast, but then it grows intrigued, and he nods approvingly. "Hey, this is actually kinda good."

Cor'lana can't help but smile at Nemenba's newfound freedom. "A resurrection _is_ the best way to describe it. A new life... _is_ a second chance," she says, before coming over to Telamon and putting a hand on his shoulder. She looks up at him with love in her eyes. "You know that from first-hand experience," she says.

Pothy gulps down his fish. "Yeah, pretty good," he says. "As far as dried fish goes. I think I had some once about... fifty? Fifty years ago. With Cor'lana's grandfather--not the fae one, her mom's dad. Pretty good. But then Cor'lana's grandfather got a sword to the stomach, so that wasn't good."

Cor'lana boggles a little at Pothy's casual discussion of her grandfather getting stabbed. She chooses instead to look at Skyler instead, smiling and nodding and his sentiment. "Skyler it is," she says in agreement. "Your life is your own to live. Freedom's a beautiful thing..."

And on that note, she looks at Nemenba. "Maybe we could all go out for lunch?" she suggests. "We'll pay."

"Am I coming?" Pothy asks in an accusatory manner.

"Fish." Tanith supplies, in a sleepy tone as she rests on the couch. Which is not an answer, but it is what *she* wants for lunch.

Nemenba smiles and nods his head politely. "You are welcome." It's clear that he wants nothing more than to live an ordinary life now. A life like everyone else gets to live. A life once taken from him; and now returned.

[[Category:Logs]]

The Golden Songbird

2025-04-05T02:05:19Z

Telamon: Created page with "Lupecyll-Atlon home, evening GAME: Skyler rolls disguise: (12)+4: 16 It is fairly late in the evening when a caller comes to Telamon and Cor'lana's home, seemingly uninvited and unrequested. The caller is a cheerful sort, dressed in a baggy green tunic and brown trews, a gigantic purple hat and what looks at first glance to be a large, oversized stork bill poking out from under it. Disney called, Robin Hood wants his disguise back. "Oooo de-lally!" The figure calls..."

Lupecyll-Atlon home, evening

GAME: Skyler rolls disguise: (12)+4: 16

It is fairly late in the evening when a caller comes to Telamon and Cor'lana's home, seemingly uninvited and unrequested. The caller is a cheerful sort, dressed in a baggy green tunic and brown trews, a gigantic purple hat and what looks at first glance to be a large, oversized stork bill poking out from under it.

Disney called, Robin Hood wants his disguise back.

"Oooo de-lally!" The figure calls out, an twig with a string on it thrown across slender shoulders, "My my my what a *fancy* house!" Surprise! Everyone is *undoubtably* shocked to realize that the stork-man-thing is Skyler, but shhh. Lets not ruin the surprise too soon.

It's been a relatively short interval since Tel and Lana returned triumphant from a lonely ridge near Hextus. And as glorious as it was... there are repercussions. Namely, the headache Telamon suffered from playing hot potato with a deific artifact.

Fortunately, the ache has abated now to a mere twinge, helped with copious doses of hot tea and minimal magic use. When the knock sounds at the door, Tel wearily drags himself up off the couch. "I've got it," he says -- a bit unnecessarily, but it is what it is. Dressed down in a light linen tunic and short breeches, he pads over to the door barefoot, and peers through the spy-hole.

Pauses. Peers again.

Then he lets out a deep sigh, and opens the door. "Ah yes," he says with a touch of pomposity, "you must be the clown we hired for the party tonight... come in." Beckoning to Skyler, and reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose as he shuts the door behind him. He mumbles something in sildanyari, and as pretty as it sounds it's probably not polite.

"Oh weeeeeeell jee golly!" The 'stork' says, hooking thumbs in the strap across his chest holding his quiver as he splays his legs out. He's even gone so far as to glue feathers to his gloves. Chicken feathers, mind you, but feathers none the less. "Can't say my jokes're gunna be any better than the one life played on you, Sirrah!" He says cheerfully, pale grey-green eyes twinkling, "Only clown here is that there Pothy feller, even if I do got some eyeballs ready for him."

He brightens, holding one finger up in a one-moment gesture before reaching over his shoulder and pulling out a baby doll. "Reckon since Imma stork an' all, I got you *this*!" And he thrusts the baby at Telamon... Along with papers bearing the heading: 'Fey and Mortal Interbreeding: Eugenics or Just Kinky'. "Congrats, y' a daddy now!" He beams, slaps Telamon on the shoulder, and walks in, giving Cor'lana a deep bow as he pulls off the 'bill' that was held in place with twine. "And you're a mommy! Without the hard part. And for Pothy, eyeballs!" And he then pulls a sack of sweets out of his quiver, little gummy eyeballs that look *startlingly* (and suspiciously) like real eyeballs. "They even have a jelly filling!"

Cor'lana is dressed in a simple spring lavender dress, and she's busied with the process of tending to Pothy (who is being incredibly baby-shaped and sized at the moment on his perch in the living room). Sometimes all she's engaged with in the world is feeding Pothy by hand and petting him and telling him he's a good bird. (It helps with his emotional outbursts on occasion. At least, Pothy says it soothes him.)

Then there's Skyler at the door, and Cor'lana's blinking... rapidly. "Umm." She looks at Pothy. "So... you have a... niece? Nephew? Nibling? What is the baby doll, exactly?" She's trying to play along with the bit, but then she mutters, "Grandfather would have a field day with this."

"Oh! Splendid. I do like eyeballs." Pothy's already happily wagging his tail up and down.

Nemenba, for his part, stands in a corner looking rather out of place and completely conspicuous. He bows politely to Skyler as the man enters the room, and eyes him thoughtfully. "Greetings and welcome to the home of my Mistress." His tone is monotone and not at all welcoming.

Telamon just kind of... blinks when Skyler shoves a baby doll and a sheaf of papers at him, juggling them for a moment before getting a good grasp on both. "Skyler, what in..." He pauses at the title on the papers, and raises an eyebrow at the man. "... wonderful, reading material for later." He just shakes his head, before following the ex-pirate into the living room. Absently, he puts the baby doll down on the table, riffling through the papers before setting those aside as well.

"I believe you're acquainted with Nemenba, Skyler," Telamon says in a dry tone. "We were able to chase down Idoren and... there were some interesting developments on that."

A gobber named Garlic Toast once commented that Skyler was an *amazing* case study for someone new to humans. Jarik calls it 'letting the intrusive thoughts win', but the swashbuckler has committed to living life to the fullest, be it foiling his nemesis Captain Cashew with clever disguises or seeing the most minute chink in Telamon's defenses. And speaking of Cashew... "That nutjob bought an orphanage to sicc the kids on me." Skyler says with an offended air as he doffs the hat and tucks the bill inside it, following that with the feathered gloves. He's gotten gear upgrades since last he visited. A small ring on his pinkie shaped like a feather, another ring with a shield on it on the other hand. A belt and a... tiara? It is surprisingly unobtrusive, probably because the red and orange stones on it are lost in auburn hair that's grown shaggy with a single longer braid he casually tucks behind one ear. "Trust, my man, you'll enjoy that literature. You like books, right?" And he shoots Telamon a sunny, confident grin, flashes him two thumbs up, and winks before turning back to Ravenstongue. "Speaking of your weirdly hot grandpa! I was thinking, if I promised him my first born would he trade it to get me out of the whole Cashew situation? I was reading that the fey like first born for an after-dinner mint?"

The levity evaporates though as Nemenba draws his attention. His jawline tightens, eyes a mixture of hurt and hard. "So you were able to find that bastard." He says evenly, finishing his peeling off of the 'costume' to reveal his mithril shirt without a greatcoat to cover it. Bejeweled, tiaraed, and wearing masterwork mithril chain, he looks like the young noble he's spending so much time refusing to be again. "I hope you didn't kill him. Hello, Nemenba." He pauses, and adds, "Mistress?" He turns to Cor'lana, frowning deeper, "You weren't able to free him?!"

Cor'lana frowns a match for Skyler's own frown. "I wasn't, no," she says. "At the time when we found him, I assessed him and the situation... A Wish spell's not even an easy solution for this." She looks at Nemenba with a particularly mournful look as she says, "Trust me when I say I haven't been putting him to work."

"I keep asking him to give me snacks and he refuses." Pothy grumbles in his very boyish voice. "It's bullshit. Also, that legume-monikered motherfucker bought an _orphanage_ to harass you?"

"_Pothy_," Cor'lana says, scandalized by the raven's language. She takes a breath to center herself. There will be addressing Pothy's colorful language... Later. "While Grandfather does love babies... It's his descendants that he adores. He's been after Telamon and I to give him more 'grandchildren'. Telamon's mother, too, for that matter."

Nemenba watches the ongoings dispassionately, but when Skyler seems to be addressing Cor'lana a bit... intently, he steps forward a little bit. His eyes flicker to Cor'lana, then back to Skyler. "Freeing me seems to be more difficult than originally anticipated." His eyes flicker toward Cor'lana. "So far however, as she says, I have not been asked to build any towers or grant any inane wishes. I am even allowed food and water when I ask for them. Not that I require such, but it is pleasing."

Telamon bristles for a moment, but then subsides, taking a deep breath. "I even tried that bit from a story I heard once, about wishing for a genie to be free. Unfortunately, he can't do that either." He reaches over, and puts a hand on Skyler's shoulder. "I know. I'm not happy either. Remember what I said at the observatory? This is... Nemenba's a good person, but it's still wrong what was done to him. We have to make it right." His lips curl slightly. "In the meantime, Idoren is currently enjoying the accomodations of the Arcanists' Dungeon. Which are somewhat sparse."

He snorts, a memory bubbling up, before his mind shifts to a different question. "I suspect Idoren's lack of skill and vision were critical to our success. The idiot had Nemenba put a tower up near Hextus, and was using some kind of magical lure to get people to set up there. He'd even collected himself a little harem, though of course he didn't know what to do with them." Tel rolls his eyes. "And then he complains about how all he could get were dates and coconuts."

"He ran out of street urchins." Skyler shrugs at the talk of his rival, "I'm just glad he didn't decide to *make* more street urchins." And he runs a finger over his throat, and lolls his head to the side with eyes rolling up. Ded. He straightens up, tugging his mithril shirt back into place a bit self-consciously as he consider the boy. Someone smarter might have arguments and 'what ifs' to throw at the magical pair, but Skyler knows his own limits. "Honestly, if he *has* to be in this position, I'd rather it be with one of you two. But what about the divine? Can that flying goblin mosquito-girl that mocked your dragon form do something? She seemed pretty powerful."

It's not the logical argument of a peer, even still.. But the plea of someone almost innocent that knows reality but still wishfully believes it could be better. It's replaced with a jaded cynicism, though, as he scrubs his face with one hand. "I won't condescend by asking you if you're happy, Nemenba." He sighs, "But if there's anything I can do for my part in you being victimized..." He gives Telamon a wry grin, before turning back to Cor'lana, "So... You're saying I give *you* my firstborn, so Grandpa Bird stops hounding you two to have kids, and then he'll strike a deal with me to make Cashew into milk? I can do that."

Cor'lana opens her mouth to answer Skyler's question about her grandfather, but Pothy beats her to the punch. "I think he'd like babysitting, but he wouldn't like having the firstborn forever," Pothy says. "He likes babysitting _me_, for instance, but I'd eat him out of house and home if I lived with him full-time."

"Yes, which is why we benevolently let you do it to us instead," Cor'lana says with a roll of her eyes, petting Pothy's feathers on his little fuzzy head. "Although... I have been giving a bit of thought to having children recently..."

Pothy bird-blinks and turns his head underneath Cor'lana's slender fingers to look up at her. "What?"

"That's for Telamon and I to talk about later." Cor'lana smiles. "As for Nemenba, I think it's time to turn to deities, yes. Telamon has a fairly close connection to Ni'essa despite not being a Seer nor Silver Guard of her order. Do you have a particular connection to any god, Skyler?"

Nemenba blinks at Skyler's words to him, seeming surprised by them. Which is a notable far cry from his usual expressionless mask or his almost-sarcastic monotone. He glances at Cor'lana then, which he does quite a lot actually. "Mistress." He pauses for a moment and then continues. "Would I be permitted, to... have lunch with him?"

There's a faint bit of wincing around his eyes, as if asking for something is something that is hard for him to do. Or worse, as if he expects something terrible to come of his request. "Preferably before you do something to free me, in the instance that freeing me is in fact killing me."

Telamon blinks as well, both at Skyler's bizarre suggestion and Lana's sudden thoughts on the matter. But he doesn't stay off balance for long, instead shifting back towards the question of Nemenba. "I might bring Simony in, but there's also Amenara Paki, from the temple of Ni'essa. If mortal aid fails..."

He rubs his chin. "There's Leca'fi Amdamu -- the Castle on the Edge of Waking. I could try and work on the problem there, or call others to aid us in this endeavor. A certain dragon-friend, for example." He gives Lana and Pothy a grin. "She hates cages, remember?"

"But it'll be a *choice*." Skyler says fiercely, when Nemenba talks about how freedom means death. "Don't you see? If you choose to keep living in whatever state you're in, it'll be your decision, not anyone else's." He shakes his head earnestly, "I've been in a gilded cage before, and you can't underestimate how validating it is to be able to make your own decision between shitty choices other people force you to make. Like bondage or death." He's still talking about Nemenba, right?

When said person makes a suggestion about lunch, he perks up. "Oooh! Yes! A lunch! I can take him to the Gobber gambling den. I think they've got corn chowder, and I can teach him Krampus-Slap!" He turns to Nemenba, grinning broadly, "You basically slap the person on your left, and then they slap the next person, in a circle. Winner is whoever is left standing last, or has the most amount of teeth left in their mouth!"

To Cor'lana, he grimaces, humor banked somewhat at the question on divinity and him. "I... don't really do much worship. I respect the Gods, and grant them their due, but... My father was very interested in piousness." His lips thin, "Or at least, the illusion of it. Soured my faith somewhat, and to be honest, when I'm sober I try not to think too hard about it."

Cor'lana's violet eyes go soft with her own kind of knowing at the talk of gilded cages. "Yeah," she says. "I've been there... And lived." She looks up at Telamon and smiles tenderly. "Glad I did, knowing now what waited for me in the future."

"You're going to make people cry, you know," Pothy says, looking up at Lana. He just might be included in 'people', judging by the little warble in his voice.

This earns Pothy a little kiss on his fuzzy little head, and Cor'lana looks back up at Skyler. "I understand entirely," she says. "If my own father was a pious man, I, too, might have associated that with unkindness. I mostly asked since even a prayer from those of us who are not connected to the divine for their magic may have those prayers answered."

Cor'lana looks tenderly at Telamon for a moment as she says, "Mine were, in the end."

"_Brother_," Pothy mutters, and he takes flight to try and land on Skyler's shoulder. "Please take me away from here before they start kissing. I'll happily go to lunch with you and Nemenba."

"Speaking of which, Nemenba, you absolutely may have lunch with Skyler," Cor'lana says with a broad smile. "In addition to learning the finer mechanics of Krampus-Slap..." Then she looks at Telamon. "You're right. How have we not called Tanith yet?"

Nemenba nods very low to Cor'lana, respect in every line of his body. "I am grateful Mistress." He murmurs, straitening afterwards. "If it pleases you Skyler, I will have lunch with you now, or when it pleases you. You need only call upon my Mistress and remind her of her promise that it can be done."

Suddenly, without warning at all, there's a golden dragon snaking through the air, landing on the couch next to Cor'lana and looking at her with wide golden eyes. Then Telamon, and then Skyler. Skyler she looks at for a very long time indeed, mostly though... because she's looking at Pothy. "FRIEND!" She says loudly, her voice high-pitched and excited. "Hellopeoples! Iamhere! Ihavecomebecauseyoucalledyes!"

She talks very fast indeed, and her words have a tendency to crowd one another so that it sounds like one very long word. She blink-blinks her gold eyes. She's a dragon, but she's also only the size of a moderately sized cat. With long arching horns and a lovely tail which she flicks back and forth. "Istherefish?"

"Because, like any good friend, I try not to bother her if I don't need to," Telamon replies. He's moved over next to Lana, and reaches over to take her hand and raises it to his lips. "But you should take care when speaking her name because--"

And then the small golden dragon appears, and Telamon looks both amused and exasperated. He finishes his sentence. "...because she'll hear it." Another deep breath, before he bows his head slightly. "Welcome, Tanith. There are tuna steaks in the coldbox; shall I fetch some? We are trying to figure out how to free our friend Nemenba here." He points at Nemenba with his free hand. "And this is Skyler Skywalker, another friend of ours. He was the one who called my attention to Nemenba's plight."

Staring with equal parts horrified fascination and shock, Skyler doesn't break eye contact with the dragon that suddenly appeared even as he digs through a belt pouch for a bit of dried fish strips. "Friends are the people that you're the least bit shy about bothering." He says absently as he continues to stare with wide, pale eyes, "Why do you think I terrorized you? You're my friends." Lucky them. He holds out the jerky... A particular favorite of Jarik's snowy familiar, it is, indeed, fish. "Thereisfish." Skyler says deadpan, in the same pitch and speed, "HellodragonwhoIassumeisTanith?"

He turns to Telamon and then Cor'lana, mouthing the words 'what the *fuck*?!' as Telamon makes the introductions, but speaks up when they discuss freeing Nemenba. "If it doesn't kill him without his consent." He interjects, firmly, "Some things are worse than dying, but that's his decision to make."

Pothy looks at Tanith and... Well, he ducks on Skyler's shoulder a little bit, folding in a little closer to Skyler's neat little braid. "She's going to swoop on me," he says in a whisper. "She likes pouncing. _Save me_." He doesn't even bother with trying to take the dried fish strips even though, normally, he'd be all over them.

"Tanithariairisixchel," Cor'lana says, sweeping her arms to the cat-sized golden dragon. "But we--and most people--call her Tanith. A couple of years ago, now, when werewolves were besieging the city of Alexandria, we befriended Tanith. She ended up being instrumental to our efforts." She smiles tenderly at Tanith. "She's recently started up a little colony of orphaned children. Which... Now that I'm thinking about it, we should not tell your Captain Cashew about them."

She nods to Skyler's points about friends and Nemenba's choice. "I wouldn't call what you do terrorizing. Merely keeping life interesting." Violet eyes shine with mirth for a moment before she says, "I will permit Nemenba any decision that he wishes... As, unfortunately, I believe he requires my 'permission' to act upon it. As evidenced for want of a lunch."

Nemenba is startled by Tanith's appearance, but Tanith is bespelled easily by the fish that Skyler brings out. Her snout wiggles thoughtfully, and her tail twitches. Her eyes seem to revolve in golden circles. "Fish!" She exclaims, hopping off the couch and launching herself at Skyler. In an instant she's on his arm, nibbling the fish in his hand and licking his fingers clean of the salt. The fish lasts all of ten seconds before it's gone. "Fish!"

She preens happily and curls up on Skyler's forearm, feeling quite light given that she's cat-sized. She looks then at Telamon happily. "Fish? Morefish? Yesmorefish. Yes."

Nemenba looks at Cor'lana. "Mistress... what is that?" His tone is a bit squished.

Telamon can't hide a small grin at Skyler's expression. See, that's what you get for needling Tel. He kisses Lana's hand again, before releasing her. "She is an emissary of Ni'essa, whom men call Eluna. And she is a good friend." He reaches over to scritch Tanith on the head.

"Lana, if you would, please fill Tanith in on the particulars? I have to go rummage in our coldbox now. If I'm lucky, Tanith will even let me cook those fillets." He gives Tanith a cheerful smile. "Depends on how patient you're feeling."

"Don't tell Greywing, but I have more fish." Skyler tells Tanith in a conspiratorial voice as he cuddles the little dragon like she were the cat she's sized as. The wild look in his eyes fades as he gets accustomed to her weight and presence, refusing to let the shock get in the way of good vibes.

Especially with Nemenba standing right there, manifestation of the swashbuckling former pirate's rashness.

He pulls more fish jerky out, tearing it into dainty little strips for a dainty little dragon-cat-Tanith-emissary of Aluna. It also gives time for the fillets to get cooked, if someone is paying attention. Luck is for noobs, Telamon! Make your own! Carpe Diem, Carpe... fishdom? "I'm curious if the actual invasion was as steamy as the crimson pen novel about it, 'Frayed Knots'. It's one of my favorites."

He then adds, with a smirk, "You're not thinking right, Cor'lana! We use the feral dragon orphans to lure him in, and when he tries to use them they can turn on him and BAM!" He makes an explosion with one hand, the one currently not wrapped by a golden drangonet.

Cor'lana reddens at the mention of the Crimson Pen novel. "They made another one about that time?" she asks in a small huff before shaking her head.

"Boy, you have no idea," Pothy says to Skyler. "That's when Cor'lana became the Temptress of Alexandria. Long story."

"Speaking of which..." Cor'lana looks at Nemenba for a moment before she turns her gaze back onto Tanith (and a deeply-affronted Pothy, but he seems to know better than to complain about snack access in the presence of a miniature golden dragon). "Tanith, this is Nemenba. His soul was bound to his bones in a horrible ritual conducted by mages that claimed fealty to Daeus. He's... currently stuck like this. Nemenba, this is Tanith. She's a friend of ours with... a special connection to Ni'essa." She frowns deeply before continuing. "Not even a wishing spell can really do anything to help him. This is officially something that requires deific intervention."

"Why don't you just let me pluck his eyes out of his skull?" Pothy mutters darkly to Skyler on the matter of Captain Cashew."

Tanith seems to have a voracious fish-appetite, and she eagerly gobbles up all of the fish offered to her despite her tiny size, and never slows down at all. "Iwon'ttell." She promises, it's her fish after all.

Nemenba watches with a faint expression of shock, but he seems to be unwilling to argue that the tiny dragon could possibly be an emissary. Indeed, he seems to decide that not saying anything at all is the best course of action at the moment. So he just watches the goings-on from afar. When properly introduced to the dragon, he bows his head respectfully and quietly.

The golden dragon for her part tilts her head at Nemenba and then peers at Cor'lana. "Stuck?" She queries sounding interested but also confused. Her tail twitches a little. "Idonotunderstandthisstuck. Isthatlikebeingtrapped? Inalittlecage? Idon'tlikecages. Cagesarebadandicky." She seems very determined about this. "Howisstuck? Whereiscage?"

This might be complicated to explain.

One of the benefits of being a sorcerer is that you always have help at hand. In Telamon's case, at least one unseen servant politely waiting in the corner to be used. Once Tel has extracted the tuna steak, he simply tosses it in a pan to cook, instructing the servant, "Turn it every couple minutes." He knows better than to bother with seasoning. It's Tanith, after all.

Leaning out of the kitchen, Telamon catches the last bit. "Lana, you may want to show Tanith the box. She may see something we haven't." A pause. "Also, Skyler, what exactly would you -do- with Cashew? I hope you're not proposing murder or something equally appalling."

"He's a fellow member of the Society." Skyler says, waving off the idea of murder, "I'm still trying to get through the bylaws, but pretty sure we aren't allowed to murder each other." He considers that, even as he continues to feed the dragonfriendperson more bits of fish jerky. "Either way, you don't solve a problem like Cashew with pecking his eyes out: you hit him where it hurts." He nods slowly, "Humiliate him, and break his spirit. He thinks he's so much better than me, that all I really have to do is prove he's no better than me." He raises his eyebrows, "Just... not as honest about it, y'know?"

He purses his lips when the talk turns to Nemenba, sitting back and paying tribute to Tanith while the intelligent people discuss smart people stuff.

Cor'lana flushes a little again at the mention of just showing the box. "Right!" she says, reaching into a pocket on her dress and pulling out a small bag that's been with her almost since the start of her adventuring days. She pulls it out and holds it in Tanith's direction. "Go ahead. It is kind of like a cage... not dissimilar to how a lich puts their soul into an object to obtain their version of immortality."

"Well." Pothy considers Skyler's plight for a long moment. "You know what we should do? We should introduce you to Lily-of-the-Valley and Mirabilis. They're the garden pixies who work for Telamon and Cor'lana. Lily-of-the-Valley's a dull idiot who drools over... well, anyone vaguely man-shaped, and Mirabilis is usually cleaning up after her or looking more respectfully at the man. But I feel like you might be able to recruit them into some mischief to get back at Captain Cashew. All you have to do is to promise Lily-of-the-Valley you'll sneak her back into the Angorite temple to help her watch the Angorite clerics oil-wrestle each other."

Tanith peers at the box, then Nemenba, then the box again. "Heistrappedinthebox?" With the last of Skyler's fish eaten she launches herself back over to Cor'lana and lands close enough to sniff the box. Peering at it thoughtfully. "Nobox!" She thrums low in her throat and then... The box vanishes.

Gone.

Nemenba gives a little jerk in surprise and then says, "Where did it go? Am I free?" He pats himself a little as though to make sure that he's all in one piece.

"Fish!" Tanith demands, hopping onto the back of the couch and wiggling her tail at the kitchen which is starting to smell like cooked fish.

Telamon watches as the box... vanishes. Uh. His eyes dart to Skyler, then Nemenba, then Lana finally. No -way- is it that easy. But... he has a slightly more pressing matter to tend to. "Yes, Tanith. Ah... what did you do with the box? And where does Nemenba go now?

Hurriedly, the sorcerer grabs a plate, transferring the freshly-fried tuna steak to it, and putting it out for Tanith. "And this," he advises Skyler, "is how I wound up investing in six fishing trawlers. And toting back a good sized portion of their catch for several days."

"You make that sound like a *hardship*, Pothy!" Skyler laughs, grinning broadly at the Raven, "Hell, I go watch the Angorites oil-wrestle at least once a week! I even left a suggestion that they could offer to let the devote oil up the clerics in return for a small donation." He scratches his jaw, "Which is a little close to prostituting them, now that I think about it. Would that be sacrilegious?" He shakes his head, and waves a hand dismissively. "But I'll talk to this Lily-of-the-Valley. Maybe they can seduce Cashew and I can steal his pants so he's forced to do a walk of shame pantsless."

But there's more important things to think about! Like the golden songbird. He surges to his feet when the box disappears, face alarmed as he looks at Nemenba. Only to see him still alive, relaxing with a huff of air. "Cor'lana, try ordering him to rub his stomach and pat his head at the same time? See if the compulsion is still there?" To Telamon he adds, "I've considered getting into shipping, but I'm dead ass broke." He looks mournfully around the house, "How you guys pay for all this is beyond me!"

"Adventuring is pretty lucrative, all things considered," Cor'lana says, smiling a little bashfully. "Once you start becoming an established adventurer, that is. As for Lily-of-the-Valley... She's about the size of my hand. What she is, is persistent. And annoying. I bet you can get her to make Cashew agree to leave you alone if she stops pestering him."

The suggestion of the compulsion is a good idea, one that makes Cor'lana smile all the wider. "Good idea, Skyler! Nemenba, rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time." Then she blinks and looks bashful all over again as she adds, "Please."

"That's right. Your mother raised you with better manners than that." Pothy then leans in a little closer to Skyler's ear. "Hey. Can you sneak me a fish while Tanith's distracted with that tuna steak?"

Tanith hums happily digging into her fish plate. "Nobox!" She declares happily. Which seems an answer if not exactly a very clear one.

Nemenba looks quite distressed now, uncertainty making his features twist. His eyes finally land on Cor'lana. "Yes, Mistress, if you could..." He frowns, not certain he wants to pat his head and rub his stomach in unison. However it seems as fair a test as any.

The little dragon for her part has made the fish vanish lightning-quick and happily curls up near the plate which has been licked clean. "Peoplesgowherewantgo. Isaylivealifeandbehappy! Growoldlikepeoplesdo! Findloveandjoyandsadstuffs." She tucks her head on her arm.

Nemenba meanwhile is not rubbing his stomach and patting his head, he's looking at Tanith thoughtfully and nodding. "Then I would like to start by having lunch with... Skyler." He smiles at Skyler. "Perhaps I can even help you with your Captain Cashew problem."

GAME: Telamon rolls heal: (5)+26: 31

Telamon blinks slowly, before he replies. "Wait. I ... I think this is making sense, actually." He comes out of the kitchen, reaching out to stroke Tanith as he passes. Approaching Nemenba, he smiles. "May I?"

Telamon reaches out to take Nemenba's wrist, checking for a pulse, before touching the man's throat with careful fingertips. Then he places his hand on the man's chest, nodding. "...I see. Maybe."

He turns to Lana and Skyler. "A simple solution. We had his bones, and his soul at hand. Tanith has... well, resurrected him. I think you should visit the temples, Nemenba, just to make sure, but..." He offers the (former) King in Orichalcum Rags a surprisingly reassuring grin. "It seems you may have been given a second chance."

Wordlessly a piece of fish is stuffed in Pothy's beak. Does Skyler bother to wait for the raven to open his mouth? Probably. Is there any more warning than that? Absolutely not. It's like shoving a piece of hard candy in a senile old grandpa's mouth when he starts talking about Charn in a positive light: the quickest, least fussy way to shut them up.

When Nemenba indicates he still wants lunch with him, the swashbuckler looks flattered and a little surprised. Not many people willingly seek him out: usually like an questionable rash he just sort of shows up. "Sure, yeah." He says easily, "Although truth be told, I'm not as worried about Cashew as I am my father and that inquisitor he sent after me. If my brother hasn't knocked up whatever milquetoast brood mare with more money than brains he married, I'm still the spare to his heir." He runs a hand through his hair. "I doubt he'd be happy to let Christopher stay dead. Because he is." His eyes are hard as he blinks, "Christopher Ashewell died, and even the Harpist can't bring him back. I'm *Skyler*." His chin lifts, "And whatever people say about me, it's the choice I make." His eyes cut over to Nemenba. "Choices... matter." That's said in a quiet voice, as he unthinkingly tosses a bit of fish jerky into his mouth.

At first, his expression is aghast, but then it grows intrigued, and he nods approvingly. "Hey, this is actually kinda good."

Cor'lana can't help but smile at Nemenba's newfound freedom. "A resurrection _is_ the best way to describe it. A new life... _is_ a second chance," she says, before coming over to Telamon and putting a hand on his shoulder. She looks up at him with love in her eyes. "You know that from first-hand experience," she says.

Pothy gulps down his fish. "Yeah, pretty good," he says. "As far as dried fish goes. I think I had some once about... fifty? Fifty years ago. With Cor'lana's grandfather--not the fae one, her mom's dad. Pretty good. But then Cor'lana's grandfather got a sword to the stomach, so that wasn't good."

Cor'lana boggles a little at Pothy's casual discussion of her grandfather getting stabbed. She chooses instead to look at Skyler instead, smiling and nodding and his sentiment. "Skyler it is," she says in agreement. "Your life is your own to live. Freedom's a beautiful thing..."

And on that note, she looks at Nemenba. "Maybe we could all go out for lunch?" she suggests. "We'll pay."

"Am I coming?" Pothy asks in an accusatory manner.

"Fish." Tanith supplies, in a sleepy tone as she rests on the couch. Which is not an answer, but it is what *she* wants for lunch.

Nemenba smiles and nods his head politely. "You are welcome." It's clear that he wants nothing more than to live an ordinary life now. A life like everyone else gets to live. A life once taken from him; and now returned.

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Last Call at Port

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==Log Info==

*Title: Last Call at Port

*GM: [[Telamon]]

*Characters: [[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]

*Place: Alexandria Docks

*Summary: A lost ship has cruised into port, manned by a crew dead for a hundred years, and absolutely insistent on one last shore leave. Now they've taken over a dock tavern and... well, who's up for a drink?</div>

Alexandria docks, early evening

Panicked messages about 'the dead have come to the docks' reached your ears at the Guild, and it's a short run from there to the docks. A small group of people are pointing at a ship that is clearly not long for this world. It looks like it's spent a long time underwater, only recently dredged up again -- the sails ragged, the wood splintered and rotting, but the name still emblazoned in gold on her bow: Fearless.
Nearby, the harbor master is sitting on a stool, shaking and pale, holding a bottle in his hands. Seeing you, he beckons with a trembling hand. "It's true," he says, eyes wide. "Every sailor who got off that ship, they were dead. All bones and ragged clothes, led by a captain as dead as they were. Carryin' a big strongbox as they walked off the gangplank."
He takes another pull off his bottle. "The captain, he asked me... he asked me..." A long pause, then he says, "...where was a good place nearby for a thirsty crew to get a drink. I tol' him the Drunken Armadillo -- oh gods, I hope I've not put the evil eye on that place!"

<OOC> Simony says, "Would it be knowledge/local to know anything of the Fearless?"
<OOC> Telamon says, "Knowledge/History, actually."
GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/history: (2)+8: 10
GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/history: (19)+9: 28

Fidget had actually been looking for a drink, she'd had a rough day and they'd gotten through her personal supply of firewhiskey at Rune's party. Those girls could drink! So, she'd wandered while she she went over some of the unsettling incidents that had happened to her lately, until she hears the harbor master's woes.
"Oh, really? Neat! Don't worry, I'll go keep them company and make sure they don't wreck the place or anything. I wonder what they drink..." she says, not overly worried about running into some drunken undead - wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to her this week.

The Goblin arrives out of breath, and stops, bending over with her hands on her knees to prop herself up.
"And... where... is... the ... Drunken Armadillo?", she says between pants for breath.
Straightening up, Simony eyes the Harbor Master, "What can you say of the ship and her crew? I mean... originally? Are we looking at soldiers and marines, or the crew of a cargo vessel?"

Tlanexhuani is attempting to read the board postings when the word arrives. He is not so good with Tradespeak, but far better with spoken words than written. The old blusescale makes his way to the docks, toeclaws clicking on planks between taps of his spear-turned-walking-aid. He stops at the harbormaster, looking from the man, to the soggy ship, and back. He doesn't know the city nor ships, but something does seem a bit off about the man and the ship. "Iss... not normal to leave ship for drink?"

GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/local: (12)+9: 21
<OOC> Fidget says, "^Tries to remember where the bar is."

Why is it that whenever there is a call to the docks, it's always for some unusual occurance? It can't be because someone brought in a good catch, or that some noble or diplomat or famous person has arrived. No, it's always some sort of weird shenanigans that defy explanations.
So, Rune has a smirk on her features as she takes in the ghost ship that is currently docked in the harbor. "Well, sounds like they're a might bit friendlier than the last few undead that I've ran across." That's probably the reason she seems relatively relaxed about the whole thing, at least for the time being. Harkashan would be more concerned. For him, the dead are meant to stay dead, with some exceptions.
"If all they're looking for is a drink, they can't be all bad, in my opinion." It's no surprise that where there are shenanigans, there is Fidget. The colorful Goblin did tend to attract those sort of things. "Mind if I join you to check things out?" Since Simony also seems questioning of matters, Rune adds, "I know the way."
Then, for Tlanexhuani's sake, she adds, "Not so normal for the sailors to be skeletal in nature, my friend."

The harbor master gives directions, but Rune and Fidget remember the place -- probably for slightly different reasons. It's actually not too far from the docks, and as the group hustles towards the bar, it's clear something's up. People are looking around nervously, which... makes coming TO the tavern a bit surreal.
Because from outside, it sounds like there's a full house in there, with a lot of slightly off-key but happy singing. Light can be seen shining from inside lamps, and you're pretty sure at least one group is yelling 'CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!'.

"Hmm, I think the Fearless used to be a privateer ship?" Fidget says, pausing in her walk to remember, she seemed to be going in roughly the right direction for the bar, "They attacked the Charnese, and they all died around a hundred years ago." Fidget blinks, apparently surprised herself that she remembered that.
"Sure, you can come along, Rune - I actually need to talk to you about something, when you have a few. I have a Fae problem. But I think it'll be easier to talk about after several drinks." and then with a little smile, she waves at Simony, "Hi! Why you running?"

Simony gives the Harbour Master a wave, "Thanks for your help. We'll see it right, don't you worry. Maybe check your records, perhaps they have some cargo they want to take on?"
The Gobbo hurries along with the gaggle of adventurers, and she ohs at Fidget's revelations. "A privateer, pirate hunters! Hmmm, but I wonder why they're here."
Fidget's fae concerns draws raised eyebrows from the albino, but the Gobbo lets that slide for now as she sticks her tongue out at the purple-skinned Gobbo. "I was running because I'd heard about a ship of undead sailing into the harbour. It's not a good thing, usually, when the dead come home... ambulatory-like under their own power. Myself being a cleric... this is concerning, so I am here to see... what can be done about it."

Tlanexhuani blinks at the clarification from Rune. Slowly. "Ssa... Not normal." Directions soon follow, though some do not need them. As for the Makari, he has an easier time following Rune and Fidget than the directions. As he starts to follow them, his free claw extends to the wee white winded one. "If tired, this one help?"

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if the Armadillo might just be a beacon for the strange and unusual." Rune smirks. "The place was one of my first stops after coming to Alexandria. Got in a few good punches on some ghosts, at least... I think they were ghosts. Hark threw one out a window." So much has happened since then, despite it not even being a full cycle of seasons.
As Fidget talks about a 'Fae' problem, Rune smirks, "Don't we all. I might have several at this point. Let's... figure out whatever is going on with our thirsty visitors first, though."
As for Simony's reaction, Rune inclines her head, "If Hark wasn't recovering from his own near-death experience, I'm sure he'd be here, too. Clerics and undead sort of go hand in hand."
The atmosphere at the Armadillo, takes Rune back to her teenage years. Enough so that the sounds of drinking calls almost feels like 'home' in a strange way. "Well, let's head in and check it out." So she moves forward to do just that, full house or not.

<OOC> Telamon says, "Alright. To encapsulate the current ambience, use this song: https://youtu.be/c967usVxYq0?si=UayScUvBIIdzXqJL"

The door swings open easily, a blast of noise washing over the quartet, and the scene is laid out in full.
The lanterns are lit, and the fireplace is roaring, banishing the cold of autumn trending towards winter. With all the people here, you'd think it'd be hotter, but there is of course a small problem here: most of the customers are dead.
Yes, it appears the normal clientele has fled in terror or been chased out. Probably the latter, as a couple of old, crusty looking sailors are stubbornly refusing to leave their corner table no matter who shows up. Two tables have been pushed together to form a makeshift stage, and a couple of girls are showing some dance moves (and a little leg) for a pack of hooting, cheering skeletal sailors.
At the bar, another undead pirate has his skull back, fleshless jaws clamped to a bottle that is draining downward as his friends chant, "CHUG! CHUG!" The bartender looks like he can't decide if he's terrified or enthralled, because gold and silver coins are landing in rapid succession on the bar surface. Indeed, the girls dancing are also benefitting from the dead men's largess, judging from the large bucket in front of the stage that's already half-full.
At the back, a handful of sailors are lined up in front of another table, evidently getting their pay from what must be the captain -- his tricorner hat worn and his garments as ragged as the rest of them. Next to the captain stands another skeletal sailor, the square jaw and jutting tusks indicative that in life he was of oruch blood.
And nobody's noticed you yet, because there's too much drinking and revelry to be had!

<OOC> Telamon says, "Perception checks plz."
GAME: Rune rolls perception: (7)+26: 33
GAME: Fidget rolls perception: (13)+8: 21
GAME: Simony rolls perception: (4)+14: 18
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls perception: (18)+9: 27

"Wait, aren't Privateers basically just pirates themselves?" Fidget asks Simony as they travel to the bar, and gives Rune a nod of agreement in the 'let's talk about that later' plan. She grins as Simony gets a ride the rest of the way."No fair, you're tall now!" she says all the way up to where Simony sits.
Arriving at the bar, Fidget raises her little eyebrows, "So far, they only really seem to be wrecking the drink supply." the goblin comments, stepping inside and considering her next move...for a few seconds, anyways, then she shrugs and heads straight to the bar. Being a teeny person, she then has to climb onto a stool to be seen over the bar, and after a little work, she perches and demands, "Something strong, barkeep! I see you've got lively customers. Or...well, maybe not quite the right word."

The albino gasps at Tlanexhuani, and in a few quick moves, climbs her way up to his shoulder. Where she wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing gently. "I would most appreciate the assistance. How've you been, Tlan? It's been a while, hasn't it?"
The way to the Drunken Armadillo is much easier with the a-sith-tance of Tlan, and if given the chance, Simony talks his (and everyone else's) ear off, detailing months of happenings and goings-on that she's participated in.
In all of that chatter, Simony pauses and shakes her head. "Much like murder, piracy isn't piracy when backed by the state. In this case, I suspect the Fearless was marauding Charnese ships, given their deaths in Charnese waters?" The Gobbo stares at the scene before them, and though shocked and a little angry at first, the longer she observes the scene, the calmer she gets. Patting Tlan's shoulder, she leans in close to whisper. "Keep an eye out for trouble, but for now, I think everything will be alright. For all the worry one might have here, they /are/ paying well, and the dancing girls and barkeep don't seem too bothered." She eyes the others. "We play it cool for now, yes?"

The addition of a passenger does not seem to bother Tlanexhunai as he follows the leaders to the Armadillo. This is an easier task than following all of Simony's tales, though he does try. There is still an occassional amused hiss or thump of tail amidst the tellings. Then they enter to find drinking skeletons.
Her was somewhat warned by Rune, but he once again blinks slowly as he takes it in. "Are ...dead. Trade for drink. Drink. Like alive?" Simony's whispered advice is welcome. "Ssa... What do first?"
For lack of any other experience in this tavern (or any other), he follows Fidget to the bar and stands there, looking about.

Stepping into the bar, it is almost as if Rune were seeing a skeletal overlay on just the sort of festivities that her old crew used to fall into when they had a big score. When coin flows freely, so does the alcohol and the debauchery. "Ten gold says that all of this is the result of our enthusiastic skeleton crew having made quite a big score and a need to celebrate."
Despite being surrounded by the living remains of sailors, Rune doesn't seem at all out of place. "At least they seem to be paying for their services."
The thing that makes her more curious about the whole matter is the connection between these fun-loving dead and Charn. Any enemy of Charn is a friend of Rune's so far as she is concerned. With Fidget moving to speak to the barkeep, Rune gives a brief look towards the two who seem to be in charge, but... she isn't about to earn their ire by interfering until they are done with business.
Instead, she moves to join those nearby the dancing girls. "Nothing quite like good drink and beautiful women." She comments to one of the pirates, "Seems you all had quite the score."

The bartender looks at Fidget, then beckons to her. "It's definitely been one of those nights," he hisses under the hubbub. "Mother told me Alexandria was weird, but if I'd known it was this weird, I'd have never taken that job offer from Slab." There's a loud cheer, as a quartet of skeletons come out of the back room carrying a full barrel. "I mean... we're making money hand over fist here, but hells, it'll take us a week or more just to restock."
One of the skeletons turns to look at Rune, a weird blue-green light shining in its -- his? -- empty sockets. Then a flicker, as if it blinked. "...Do we know each other?" the sailor asks, sounding a bit unsteady. "Y'look familiar... no, really..." Then one of his mates grabs him by the head and twists it around a full half circle. "C'mon, Cotton, don't be pushy. Y'know the cap'n hates that." The other skeleton peers over Cotton's shoulder as he lets go and Cotton reaches up to twist his skull back. "Sorry miss. We've been at sea workin' for Her Nibs for a hundred years. But... if'n you're curious about that, you should ask the cap'n."

Flicking a gold coin onto the table, "Actually, make that 4 somethings." Fidget points, seemingly at random, at 4 of the bottles by the bar that aren't drained. A clear one, an amber one, a creamy one, and a green one. While they're being poured, she mutters over the sound of the music and the ruckus to summon an Unseen Servant to help her carry drinks back to the others.
She finds a space next to Rune and hands over one of the glasses, sips at another, with the other two floating over to Simony and Tlanexhuani.
"What's up, Skeleton guy?" Fidget asks, bluntly as ever. "I've never seen someone drink quite like you."

"Oh, okay... umm, first time in a bar?", Simony wonders of Tlanexhuani. "Ask for an ale. It's a gentle alcohol, you can drink a glass without too much trouble, you're a big guy. But just one." She looks around the bar. "Ask the bartender if there are any peanuts."
The Gobbo nods to the bartender, "Better to worry about restocking than having to rebuild, yes?"
Simony eyes Rune, looking at the undead who speak with her, her ears straining to hear anything useful above the cacophony of celebrating privateers. Then the drink floats into her face and she sniffs at it, before gulping it down immediately. She waves to Fidget, grinning toothily.

"Ssa." The simple word answers Simony's question to Tlanexhuani and acknowledges her advice. His attention is on the drinking skeleton for a long time. "This one not see one drink like thiss..." he agrees with Fidget. He has never seen anyone drink... that was all bones and had nothing to drink it all into. He leans his head nearer her while still watching to ask, "Where does it go?" After this, it's Cotton seeming to recognize Rune that pulls his snout to her. "Know this one?" he now asks Rune, bringing up a claw to point at the skeletal sailor.

"A hundred years?" That seems to align with what Fidget had said earlier about the history of the ship. "No wonder you're all indulging with quite so much enthusiasm. I appreciate it." She smiles warmly enough, even if the strange glowing eye-sockets are a little unsettling.
With both a skeleton and Tlanexhuani asking about that 'familiarity', Rune shrugs, "I'm afraid not. Maybe my grandmother, perhaps? She was a full-blood Sil out of the Mythwood. Alas, she's not nearly as lively as you all." It may just be a pick-up line, but Rune reacts normally to it. It's not as if she's looking to get boned tonight.
"Oh, it's no worries. I don't mind." She looks from the more serious of the two skeletons and towards the captain. "One of the first things I was taught in the trade, was you don't go poking your nose at the boss while he's handling the gold. Especially if you're a stranger." It did have a tendency to get you dead. "Unless, you might be willing to make an introduction?"
As Fidget approaches, Rune accepts the drink, offering a toast to the Goblin. "Everything good at the bar?"

Drinks are poured, and the skeletons at the bar roar in approval as the 'chugger' finishes the bottle, not a drop spilled. There's a slightly reverberating belch from it, despite the lack of lungs (or anything else), and he puts the bottle back on the bartop. "Told you I could down it in one go! Just like the old days!" The ghostly blue-green light in its sockets, like all the others here, turns to Fidget. "Absolutely! They called me Finneas Fire-Water cause I could outdrink even the first mate!" He plunks down a few more gold coins. "Another bottle, suh! I'll try and drink this one slower!" As the bartender looks for a new bottle from his dwindling stock, the skeleton peers at Fidget. "Oy, now -that- is a hat. Is that... yeah, that's your hair! Clever!"
The skeleton who rescued Rune (well, figuratively speaking; she rarely needs a real rescue) from Cotton doffs the bandanna off his polished skull. "Krev Silverhair. On account of my hair going gray early... though you'll have to take m'word on it." He glances over where the last crewmate has been paid off. "Well, looks like the cap'n is done paying us off... no better time than now." Krev leads Rune -- if she follows -- to the captain's table, where the first mate and Captain Adonis are speaking now that the dirty work of accounting is done. "Cap'n, this lass would like to talk to you if it's all right."
Captain Adonis looks to be in slightly better shape than his crew. Slightly. Lank locks of blond hair still cling to his bony scalp, and his skull face has the same blue green light in the sockets as the rest of the crew. Deliberately, he gestures for Rune, and anyone with her, to sit down if they like. "I'm not taking on new crew, if that's the question," he says, clearly expecting -that- inquiry.

The Goblin stares at a few of the skeletal drinkers. "I don't know.", she replies to Tlanexhuani. "We should ask the crew... or maybe the captain." Her gaze goes to Rune, who may or may not be meeting the man himself.
"We should go with Rune, and see what's up, yes?" Simony pats Tlanexhuani on the shoulder, before glancing back to the barkeep. "Good luck sir, keep up the good work. Glad t'see you're making out well!"
"Thanks for th'drink Fidgy!", the albino calls out, leaning against Tlan's head from her perch on his shoulder.

Tlanexhuani leaves any bottle floated his way at the bar for know. "Go with Rune, ssa," he agrees with Simony. "Hundred years long time work without rest," he muses aloud that mention to none in particular as he steps his way towards the captain. For Simony and Rune's benefit, of course. He hopes.

Rune seems to have the captain thing handled, so Fidget decides to hang out with the crew. "So, I heard rumour some Charnites sunk you a hundred years ago, but clearly, you're still around - did you kill them back?" Fidget asks, curious, and then offers to trade what's her drink for what just arrived, still mostly full, "Lemme try that!" she says, offering to try to chug it, with a grin at the crewman. "There's noone who can drink like a goblin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Krev." Rune inclines her head, dyed locks of hair falling forward across her brow in the process. "I've known a few with a similar affect. I'm sure it was very handsome."
With information that the captain may be done handling coin, Rune follows, taking a moment to motion the others along with. This is their best chance of asking questions of the man in charge.
"While I'm sure I'd make a fine addition, unfortunately my fate is already tied elsewhere." Rune explains, "I was just hoping to have a word. Find out more about you and your crew." She casts a look around from this vantage point, taking in the revalrie of the pirates. "I'm sure you're aware that your arrival has... raised a few eyebrows." She pulls a chair over to sit down on it.
"I've heard your ship once targeted those from Charn? Is that where this impressive score came from? If so... I'd love to buy you a drink, myself." To say that Rune does not care for the Charneth, is an understatement.

Finnean makes a 'pfah' sound, like he's trying to spit. "Aye. Wait -- we're dead?" He whirls, and grabs his mate. "Caloth, did you know we were dead?" Caloth mock grabs Finnean's arms in turn. "No! I just thought we were skinny from short rations!" Finnean turns back to Fidget, and nods sagely. "Sorry, a little joke there. Yes, they sank us. We took three ships of the line with us, but the Charneth filth wanted us gone, and they weren't picky about how they did it."
Meanwhile, Captain Adonis is pouring a measure of wine into a tankard. "Aye, lass, I don't think Alexandria expected this. Still, she was a friendly port back in the day, and she'll be so for one more night. Then we'll be gone and out of her hair -- and yours." At the mention of Charn, Adonis knocks back his drink. "Yes and no," he says heavily. "We'd gone a long time without returning to port, and men need to rest and spend hard-earned coin. But we never got the chance -- we'd singed Charn's beards once too often." The skull-face actually looks wry, somehow. "Not every day they throw a fleet to get one annoying privateer. But they did, and that was our end... or so they thought."

GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/religion: (18)+9: 27

Simony's grip on Tlan's shoulder gets stronger and stronger, the Goblin tensing. "Pray, Captain, did Rada intercede on your behalf?", she wonders of Captain Adonis. "You are not normal undead, and certainly... not a normal revenant. Your purpose may not have an end, not for the foreseeable future."
She laughs then, clinging to the azure Sith. "Charn must fear the Fearless by now, when they spot her closing in. This is not one score, but a hundred year's worth. Goodness.'

GAME: Fidget rolls fortitude: (1)+5: 6 (EPIC FAIL)

Tlanexhuani listens to the tale of victorious warriors, who died facing their foes. Well, sort of? His own tail flicks in increasing unease with the growing tension on his shoulder.. until Simony laughs. They are not normal dead, or undead (at least in his limited experiece), but are normal sea-goers. From others' words, at least. He is not as quick with words as the others, taking his time to find and form them for the captain. "You fought well. Now you rest... to fight again?"

"Okay, watch this!" Fidget says, and grabs the bottle from the table, to a rousing chant of CHUG CHUG CHUG. Fidget grins confidently at the skeletons across the table, and upends the bottle into her maw, glugging aggressively, she makes it about halfway through the bottle before something goes wrong, a tickle in her throat becomes a cough-burp mid-stream, and potent ale finds every open space to fill, getting in her airway, dripping out around the rim of the bottle, and spraying out her nose, oh it burns! The goblin slams the bottle back down on the table and coughs vigourously, gasping for air.

Rune takes a sip of her own drink, likely taking a moment to discern just what sort of strange beverage Fidget has subjected her to. Then, she replies. "She still is a friendly port, to those who need it." Her head tilts slightly, perhaps reading too much into his words. It feels almost like there is a finality to it. "Everyone deserves a chance to eat, drink, and have fun, so long as the bar gets paid and no one gets hurt, there won't be any issues from us."
However, with a confrontation with the Charneth looming on the horizon, Rune can't help but want to pull one more thread. "I'll admit, I don't know what sort of magic keeps you here. That's probably more my friend's expertise than my own." She motions to Simony, who seems to at least have some guess as to the source of their continued existance somewhere other than the sea-bottom.
"But I do know that we've got some particularly nasty individuals among the Charneth nobility that we'll be moving against soon. So... if your crew wants one more shot at taking them down a few pegs..." It's an offer that she leaves out there for him to consider.

Finnean roars with approval, as do several of the other skeleton sailors. "That's the spirit!" he bellows, actually banging on Fidget's back -- gently -- to help her clear her throat. "You can't win 'em all, but you never do if you don't try!" "Hear! Hear!" Another rousing chorus of a slightly off-tune and off-color sea shanty fills the tavern.
Adonis regards Rune with a slightly sad look. "Alas, while it'd please me to cut the unmentionables off the Charneth -- again -- that's not why we're here. Rozen!" The first mate comes to attention. "Sir!" Adonis looks at him. "Rozen, open the strongbox and fetch the contract."
Rozen bends down to open a heavy, iron bound chest, sealed and insulated. Despite time and tides, it's still holding together and still sure, as it opens to reveal a few books and a stack of papers. On top is a yellowed scroll case, which he reverently lifts out and passes to the captain. With a deft movement of bony fingers, Adonis opens the case, sliding out a scroll in creamy parchment. There's something intensely... real about it, as he carefully unrolls the paper.
"We died, lass. But I'd sworn to bring my crew to a safe port. And when we found ourselves in the Halls, I begged the Lady Herself, the Gatherer of Souls, Vardama, to not make me an oath-breaker. And so she put us to work." The scroll unrolls to show an intricate contract, written in a clear hand, readable by anyone -- and signed by Captain Adonis, and by a single, impersonal but very, very recognizable symbol: the scales of the Harpist.
"For a hundred years, we've been Her fist, sacking lacedon nests and sinking bone ships. But now... our watch is ending." Adonis looks at Rune with those empty eyesockets. "I'm sorry, lass. If there was any other way..."

"The Grey Lady herself, the Deathsinging Dragon, the Harpist herself... Vardama.", the Goblin says, with reverence clear in her voice. "Then you have done fine work, Captain, and Alexandria sends her best. Give us your rolls, if you would, and we'll see that your bodies are buried with due care and honor, and your loved ones, their descendants, know of your great deeds, of your good works. I'll do it myself, if needs be."
She hops up on Tlanexhuani's shoulder, standing as tall as she can. "Three cheers to th'Fearless an' her crew! HIP HIP HOORAH!"

Now something that Tlanexhuani can readily understand. A pact to serve the Death-singing dragon explains all of the strangeness around these seafarers. His snout lowers as his head dips in genuflection. "You kept word to kin. Served Her against many foes. You deserve much drink, deserve peaceful rest." As he straightens, his tail slaps the floor forcibly in echo of Simony's cheer.

With a few more coughs, Fidget clears the remaining fortified ale from her lungs, "Whew. That did not go to plan!" She laughs, and wobbles a little in her seat, that was strong stuff. She overhears the discussion of the contract, "That's bullshit!" she exclaims, "A hundred years of service? She owes you at least a year in exchange, or even a whole resurrection. A hundred years is a hell of a long time."

There is some measure of confusion written on Rune's features as the contract is produced, enough to draw a more somber attitude. What is written upon the parchment is also what ties these men to life here. Life, or unlife, that seems to be nearly done.
"Ahh. It's a shame then, that my mate couldn't meet you. As he is a cleric of the Deathsinging dragon." And yet, there is Simony who is able to offer much that Rune knows he might have offered to them.
"It's a shame you can't fight with us, but I'll carry that fight onward in your names." Rune offers, then... seems to hesitate. "I know it isn't much, but my mother was a keeper of stories, and I learned to scribe them when I was young. If you, or any of your crew wish to have your story recorded and told... I can make sure that we do that before the night ends."
Living on in song and story is a sort of immortality, and all that Rune can offer as thanks for their long service.

"That's all we can ask, lass." Captain Adonis touches a lock of his hair, looking at it a bit sadly. "But it's the nature of things. And we were still able to do some good, even after our passing. After all, all we had was time."
The party continues into the wee hours of the morning. Even the bartender is nodding at the end, his stock depleted, but he'll be able to afford to replenish it. The girls are curled up in the back, sound asleep and with more money than they'd see in a year -- even after taxes. Finally, Adonis tilts his head, and then nods to Rozen. One by one, the dead sailors are prodded, poked, and encouraged to get moving. "Come on, you lot. We've got one last trip to make."
The crew clatter back down the road to the docks, bearing their strongbox (much lighter now), to find that... the Fearless has finally succumbed. There's a small outcry from the crew, as the last vestiges of the faithful ship crumble away in the harbor. Adonis raises his hand. "Hold fast, lads! Our story, and the story of Fearless, be done for now. But we're not abandoned." There's a twinkle in those empty sockets. "She keeps her bargains, y'see."
And suddenly, gliding out of the gloom, is a -ship-. Painted in the hues of basalt and sand, flying only the flag of the Harpist at her mast. Smoothly, it glides to the dark where the Fearless had fallen to ruin at last, coming to a stop.

<OOC> Telamon says, "Also, you may make Know/Religion or Know/The Planes checks to ID the new ship's crew."
GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/religion: (15)+9: 24
GAME: Rune rolls knowledge/the planes: (9)+6: 15
GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/the planes: (17)+15: 32

From the pouch at her belt, the Goblin pulls out a notebook and pencil. "I'll assist you in that, Rune. It is only proper that we remember them, and see that others know of their story. We can write the Tribune. Maybe..." She giggles brightly. "Maybe the Crimson Pen can write a few saucy tales of their exploits too!"
At the dockside, she too offers her upset at the final moments of the Fearless, and then gasps, and cheers, as the new ship glides into view.
"Now that's privateerin' in style!", she calls out. "Another cheer for the Fearless and her crew! HIP HIP HOORAH!"

"Best of luck boys, you go now to the Grey Halls! From there, to paradise. Your penance is done, and now your deserved rest. It was an honour to spend your last night here on Ea together!"
Throughout the night, Rune sits with Simony at a table and takes all comers from the crew who wish their stories recorded. Names, how they died, what battles they fought, and their most heroic and dastardly deeds: good, bad, or saucy. Whatever they wish to tell her, she records. However, by the early hours of morning, it is obvious that the half-sil is exhausted, with deep circles beneath her eyes.
Still, as the crew moves to depart, she accompanies them as far as the docks, hoping to witness enough to write a proper ending to their story. One that seems to have a fitting ending, afterall. She looks over at Simony, offering the cleric a small smile, even if there is a touch of sadness in her eyes. For now, Rune is silent. A witness to the final lines of a story.

The gangplank lowers smoothly, and a strange creature steps down it. Dressed in a white silk dress, the contours are clearly female -- but her hands are skeletal, her head a skull crowned with curling red hair. Captain Adonis comes to attention as she approaches, and the psychopomp says in a throaty contralto, "Are your crew accounted for, Captain Adonis?"
"They are, my lady. Permission to board?" Adonis glances back at the ranks of the crew, clearly happy to finally be going home.
"Permission granted, Adonis Albatar. Come home." The psychopomp steps aside, and the crew begin to climb on board. As each steps aboard, a change occurs with each one -- the skeletal, fearsome countenance fades, replaced by their true appearance -- looking as though they were not dead at all, save for a faint transparency about them. Adonis is the last, and he turns to the heroes. "Take the chest, and donate what's there to the temples. I imagine the Mourners will -love- to have the journals, if nothing else." With that, the former captain walks up the gangplank, shedding his bones for spirit, transformed into a blond man with a devil-may-care look and a sparkle in his eye. "Safe travels!" he calls, before tossing his hat off the boat -- where it lands on the chest.
The gangplank comes up, and smoothly, the ship glides away... vanishing into the gloom and fog. Carrying the crew of the Fearless off to the Halls, and the undiscovered country.

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Archmage Asking

2025-03-25T11:12:09Z

Telamon: Created page with "Arcanists Guild dungeons, afternoon The Arcanists Guild's dungeon allows no man to step foot onto its grounds carrying a magical item. Not even the archmage whom reset the wards. Nor even the woman he brings with him who... is perhaps even more potentially deadly than he. Though, to be fair, Telamon surrounds himself with deadly women today, and they are each divested of their magical equipment alongside him. Down into the depths of the dungeons which are quiet of late..."

Arcanists Guild dungeons, afternoon

The Arcanists Guild's dungeon allows no man to step foot onto its grounds carrying a magical item. Not even the archmage whom reset the wards. Nor even the woman he brings with him who... is perhaps even more potentially deadly than he. Though, to be fair, Telamon surrounds himself with deadly women today, and they are each divested of their magical equipment alongside him.

Down into the depths of the dungeons which are quiet of late. One of the cells holds a recent addition who screams his fury to the stones since they're the only ones that'll listen. "I DON'T BELONG HERE!!!"

But all the prisoners of this place say the same, which brings you to Cerberus's cell. The young man is barely that, just a little over the age of majority and already in quite a lot of trouble. He sits with a book today in his hands cradled like the precious possession that it is. He sets it down however when he notices that he has guests, and almost trips over his mouth when he sees Telamon. "A-a-archmage?" He squeaks.

It's odd to see Telamon escorting a woman who isn't his wife, though from their body language and dynamic, it's a strictly platonic (if that) relationship. He treats her with... not exactly deference, but courtly grace, as if she is a visiting royal.

After divesting themselves of their magical gear (a process that takes a bit of time, since veteran adventurers and archmages tend to be armed and equipped to the teeth), they follow the wardens down into the dungeons. At the angry screams, Telamon's eyebrows rise, and he shakes his head in disdain, continuing along the path. When they come to a stop outside Cerberus's cell, the half-sil regards the young man with a calm, stern expression.

"Yes. And you would be... Cerberus, I believe." It's not a question.

Murder sticks close to the Archmage, fidgeting with her furs and leathers, as if something were bothering her. She seems a bit lighter, having divested herself of a veritable treasure trove of magical gear back outside. One can almost see the stormcloud above her, following the grumbly Goblin along.

"Why do they ban magical items if they won't work down here anyways?", she grumbles to no one in particular. "How do they set wards here, with all this stuff in here?" She means the rock above and around them. "Wouldn't it be better to shove them into some pocket dimension? Like a bag of holding evil magical prisoners?"

She cants her head to one side.

"THIS is the guy we're here to see?"

Her eyes go up and down a few times, and she looks to Telamon. "What's so special about him?"

Carver trails after the others, soft-pawed with or without her equipment. The white of her left eye swims with red. No magical enchantment, buried deep as they are in the Arcanist's Hole, but clearly some sort of unclear and very recent trauma. Probably just an errant spell or something.

Murder's complaints do not cause her to speak up, but at the question, she does interject. "Nothing." Cerberus and Carver best friends forever.

The woman who is accompanying Telamon uncouples her arm from Telamon's, striding up to the bars. Faphinae Cari'thana is dressed the way she's always dressed, sans rapier on the weapon belt (as she willingly divested herself of it, going into the dungeons): a long dark dress, ornamented this day with long black feathers that are reminiscent of a raven's, and with very tall (and somewhat perilous-looking) heels on her black boots. "In any domain that is not one's own," the white-haired sildanyar woman says in her smooth and dark tone, "one must play by the rules set before them by the rule-maker."

Her silver eyes, which glow softly, peer into the cell. "That question is exactly why I am here," she says. "You. Cerberus, was it?"

Faphinae lifts her chin. A smile plays across her lips in all too disconcerting of a fashion. It's a little too high at the corners. Especially with the way the shadows fall on her face... "Care to inform me of how you came to be in here, little dog?" she asks.

It's not a question, but Cerberus nods anyways, and when Murder asks what's special about him he colors in response. However Carver's words have his head lowering and nodding slowly. "She's right. There's nothing special about me." He sighs. "I'm just the fool that got myself into a mess that landed me where I rightfully belong."

His eyes flicker toward Telamon, and there's a flicker of fear in his eyes. He doesn't get the question on his lips out of his mouth however before Faphinae steps forward and he blanches at the woman's approach. Cerberus's lips twist in slight displeasure, but he shrugs. "I was hired by some fae... they said they were lords but..." His shoulders slump. "They could have been anyone. They wanted me to stop a few shipments from Lord Ahu's estate that were on their way to the fae lands. Said they'd let me live in faerie if I did it."

Telamon for his part is studying Cerberus with interest. After all, he's only met one other changeling, and he's looking for possible common traits seen. "A group of fae lords calling themselves the 'Lords Tamlin'." He snorts. "But to someone desperate to find a home, a place where they'd belong... any option would look appealing."

"I admit, I'm kind of curious as to who would profit from keeping Lord Ahu and his fey lover apart. But since I don't know the principal actors in this play... I have to start with the closest loose thread I can find."

Faphinae definitely gives the Goblin the heebie-jeebies, the wee woman looking away when the woman smiles. Looking at Cerberus, she grins a little at his blush. Her eyes flick to Carver a moment, before settling back on the young man.

"Ah. Fae." Murder runs a hand through her messy hair. "They are often tricksy with their words, and you have to be careful how you speak with them. I would suggest not making deals with them if you can avoid it, they will often get the better of you."

Looking to Carver, the Goblin wonders, "Why do you say there's nothing special? I mean... if that were the case, they'd hold him in the regular jail. They only hold dangerous, magical troublemakers here. Like... IF I had a bit of a chaotic bent, they'd hold me here to keep me from setting the city on fire, for example. Some Goblins would do that just to watch the place burn. Or like... if I were summoning dukes of hell into this world, you know, little things like that." She gestures at the young man. "So either there's been some sort of huge mistake... or he's someone special. Hmmm... are they protecting him then?"

A glance to Telamon. "If he's annoyed the fae, would this place keep him safe." A very obvious glance is had at Faphinae, and Murder squints a moment.

GAME: Carver rolls knowledge/nature+4: (3)+16+4: 23

Carver gives Murder a look. "Dangerous does not mean special." She runs her fingers together, anxiously. "Someone who knew that the puppy lived, would be the place to start. Innit that righ' that the father was the fey, right? You don't come from a rich home so... someone knew you existed and what you might want enough to find you."

She then waves off the thought, "Ah, you're not here to listen to me." Let the nobility speak.

Faphinae lifts a single pale-haired brow at the mention of the Lords Tamlin. "Who?" she asks, before she looks a little disgusted. "Are they Seelie? His Majesty has yet to acknowledge my presence with even a single messenger. It is rather like them to be so high-nosed in regard, but..."

A silver eye glances in the direction of Murder. "Any monarch's competent assassin would be able to get in here and do away with him post-haste," she says meaningfully. "But a lesser lord might have lesser access to competent and skilled people."

However, Carver's remark draws a smirk from Faphinae. "But I am, dear," she says. Her voice is a lilting sort of purr. "Never let anyone with a crown on their brow or gold on their fingers treat you as though your voice does not matter. For you bring up a good point."

Faphinae looks at Cerberus. "Do you know who your father is? Could you tell me?" She's smiling again--that horrible smile that's just a bit too high.

Cerberus shrugs his shoulders at Telamon's words. "I have no idea why they cared about Lord Ahu." He wishes he did, but the truth is that he let them use him without asking any of the questions that he should have. "As for my father... Mother described him to me many times before she died, but the name she gave me was... Tamlin. I thought that the Lords Tamlin were his friends or allies at first. I didn't know until afterwards that Tamlin is a name that the fae use to hide behind. Like a well-known pseudonym."

He looks at Faphinae. "Perhaps his name really was Tamlin. Or... Maybe me and my mother were both fools. Thinking that he existed as more than a fever dream. In truth the man she described to me doesn't sound like much of a real person..."

Telamon gives Carver a look. "We've had this conversation before, you know. Stop putting yourself down, I won't have it. Not here, not anywhere." His starry eyes rest on the ranger for a long moment, before his attention turns back to Cerberus.

"It's a start, though. Why don't you tell us what he looks like, for starters? I grant sometimes fey appearances can be deceiving, but even deceptions can leave clues behind." He makes a face. "Though it does complicate matters."

"It's been my experience that most everyone has something useful to contribute.", Murder says to Carver. "And Lady Whatshername said your question was pertinent, so..." A glance is had at Faphinae again. "You would think that, but somehow... I doubt that. Maybe a regular prison, you'd have a salient point."

The Goblin nods at Telamon's question, and she looks to Cerberus again. "Ah, your father was a fae lord then? That's more common than you'd think, if many faerie tales are to be believed."

Carver shifts her gaze off to the left at the reminder to not shoot herself, rubbing at her cheek with knuckles. As close as a 'Right, got it' as one is likely to get. She is still very clearly in tune with the conversation. It's a few very big questions being asked.

Faphinae wrinkles her brow in thought. "Anything may be of use in identifying. A physical description, some pastimes, favored foods... What might be minor in detail to you may be a known and famous thing about a courtier."

Then she seems to think a moment longer. "Lord Ahu... I know that name. He was courting the Baroness Mori'amana, yes? Of the Court of the Midnight Foam. My predecessor was none too fond of their courtship." Her expression sours. "The Queen always thought it was a fall from grace for any of the fae to mingle their attentions, or--worse, in her eyes--bloodlines, with those who are not fae..."

Then she looks at Telamon in the middle of that thought. "Cul," she says. "Do you think..."

Cerberus thinks for a moment then, finally describes his father as his mother had described him to Cerberus years gone by. "He had long orange-red hair. As in it looked like a sunset. His skin was pale like the moon, and flawless. He was handsome, but delicate in his features. Taller than my mother by nearly a foot, but that would have made him relatively short." Cerberus smiles a little. "I myself would be about two inches taller than he if her accounting is right. She said he smelled of grass in the rain, and that he made her think of fields of wheat whenever he was around. None of the lords I saw looked like him at all."

GAME: Telamon rolls knowledge/nature+4: (10)+21+4: 35

GAME: Carver rolls knowledge/nature+4: (4)+16+4: 24

GAME: Murder rolls knowledge/nature: Trained Use Only: 0

GAME: Riptide rolls 1d20+20: (8)+20: 28

GAME: Murder rolls knowledge/nobility: Trained Use Only: 0

Telamon shakes his head firmly at Faphinae. "No. Cul would've hauled him to Quelynos before you could say 'succession crisis' as proof he, ah... didn't have an empty quiver." He smirks faintly at Faphinae's comments about the Queen. "Well, her opinion didn't seem to stick with the dryads. They just -love- the farmboys..."

He frowns, rapping his knuckles absently on the bars. "Damn it, this sounds familiar. Cerberus, did he bear any device, any notable garment, weapon, or jewelry on himself? I -knew- I should've spent more time in Grandfather's library with the books on fey nobility..."

"Empty quiver?" The Goblin tilts her head at that euphemism. She looks at Cerberus again. 'Ah, at least you got something from your father, a decent height." She clears her throat. "Who is Cul?"

Carver shakes her head, she does not recognize this man. There are some strong features but, what makes it stand out from beautiful fey creatures everywhere? She frowns in thought, working at the bone like a dog. "I don't know that name. I can ask about but the Yggsdrasil."

"Cul the Cruel was my predecessor's son," Faphinae explains to Murder. "Prince of the Unseelie Court. As his epithet would imply, he was exceedingly cruel and abusive... much like his mother in many respects. He was, however, infertile--a fact that would have doomed his bloodline and the Court along with it." She smirks as she adds, "Had, of course, new management not shown up to take the reins."

She looks contemplative again. "Red hair. Short. Smelled of grass in the rain and fields of wheat... By the stars, the description alone is screaming 'Seelie'. Certainly not Cul the Cruel, for which we all can be glad. Yet, for all of their numbers I have personally slit the throat of in my heyday, I do not recall a name or person by this description."

Cerberus shrugs at Telamon. "He was said to have exceedingly bespelling eyes. Blue in color-" He starts to say more but Faphinae's words catch his attention at last and he stares at her. "Predecessor? Prince Cul dead? But... That would make you..." He swallows heavily and his eyes widen in surprise. He doesn't say anything else, too surprised to even think straight.

Carver smirks as Cerberus finally clues in.

A sudden chill crawls down Telamon's back. At first, he's tempted to ask if the man called himself 'Glorenacil', but the idea would be just proof Tarien needed to be put on a shorter leash. And then something bubbles up from when he was studying the fey, after he'd wed Lana and was getting to know Grandfather. The Courts of Seelie and Unseelie, and their reputations...

And suddenly Telamon's mouth opens, but what comes out is surprising. "Oh, no." He reaches up to put his hand over his face. "Fffff...." Gritting his teeth, he looks at Faphinae. "You know who this sounds like? The King of the Seelie Court. Named by some, Obyron, or the Lord of the Sunrise Lands."

Carver looks over as Telamon gives his best guess. She can't find a compelling argument as to why it could not be a king. Just leaves even more question why the king would be taking personal steps to stop a courtship between mortal and nereid but... well, they have something to at least use as a baseline. "I suppose I can't say it can't be the Lord. Wonder why he would take such a personal approach though."

She looks over Cerberus, trying to determine how much their features match up with their father. "What was your mother's name?"

"That would make her princess of the court?", the Goblin wonders of Cerberus. She looks to Faphinae then. "You slit throats, hmm? Does that mean you were this court assassin you spoke of earlier? And that by 'any court assassin', you really meant you?" Her arms cross. "Adventurer, assassin, close enough!" A snort is had before she looks to Telamon.

"So would this Oberon guy go around pretending to be this Tamlin fae?"

A laugh leaves Faphinae.

It's the culmination of Cerberus's horrified expression and Murder's questions. Something is awfully amusing to the woman. Yet her laughter isn't fully... mortal. It twinkles like bell-toll. It's melodic in the ways that laughter isn't. Like sonorous song, it fills the space, and then, Faphinae gathers herself with a long breath, a hand with long, long black nails on her face as though she needs it to right herself.

Her silver eyes burn with witchlight.

"A mortal assassin made queen, who refused to let a woman wearing a crown continue to step on the necks of everyone and everything around her. No more will the Unseelie Queen turn a blind eye to a son committing atrocity after atrocity." Faphinae's voice is not amused, despite her laughter. No, she's deadly serious. "For all of my loveliness now, you cannot begin to understand the scars on my heart from having served such a woman. Cerberus--I apologize. I called you little dog. That was before I had the fuller understanding of what you were and what role you played."

She looks at Murder. "The Mad King of the Seelie Court is exactly that--mad. He may even believe that is his own name now, but his appetite for... companionship is legendary. It is realistic to believe that it is him. The fact he has not sent anyone to come collect Cerberus may be explained by his cognitive impairment." Faphinae scowls before she looks at Cerberus.

"Thus why we have come here. I would like to take you away from here, to be secreted away to my Court for safe-keeping." Faphinae's eyes narrow. "Before someone _does_ come with a dagger for your throat."

Cerberus swallows heavily. Not really believing that which is being said about him. "You mean that my mother... Her name was Daphine... She wasn't lying to me? There's really someone that... like that... and he's a *king*?" His whole life he's wanted - needed - to be in the fae lands like it's a lost limb to him, he'd been willing to do anything to reach it. Now... they're saying his dad is a king? It seems... too far-fetched even for his fantasies.

"Yes, but unfortunately, as Her Majesty puts it, he's... probably not playing with a full deck. But considering his proclivities, I can't see him interfering with Lord Ahu." Telamon rubs the nape of his neck. "Which makes me think it's a third party interfering. But... that will have to be sorted out shortly."

He gives Cerberus a serious look. "But yes. Her Majesty can bring you to Quelynos, to the fey lands. If that's what you want. If you want my advice, though... don't trade on your father's name or title. Carve out your own place, with your own name."

"Like they told me. Carve your own path. The Archmage is jus' giving you a shove." Carver says.

Something of what Telamon says lights a fire in Murder, her eyes glowing red briefly.

"Yeah. Make your own name." She thumps her chest. "I was found on a battlefield, with my sister, both of us babies. We were carried away by an Ork. He didn't know our names, when we were old enough, we chose our own." Her grin is broad and toothy. "You can make your own path. Be who you want to be. Go adventure. See the fae world. Explore!"

Faphinae nods gently to the remarks of the others. "Regardless if he is truly your father or not," she says, "my Court is bucking the unkindness of the old. I ran into Quelynos as a young child to escape a house that was not a home. There, I hoped for solace, and kindness, and beauty enough in the world to fall in love with it enough to wish to live. And there was beauty there. Kindness and solace... They fell away soon enough when the Queen revealed her true nature to me. My Court will be that which I did not have."

Her silver eyes turn gentle. There's a maternal streak in her somewhere. "My Court will be a place you can call home."

Carver does not smile, though, if anything. Some of that cold huntress bleeds into it. She does add one thing though that does sour the mood. "Before you go, you have to apologize to Deathless." Or else.

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Of Staves and Stones

2025-03-23T19:26:12Z

Telamon: Created page with "Lupecyll-Atlon home, midday Spring has sprung, with the snow having retreated back to the mountains, and to places in the deeper forest. The cold hasn't been shrugged off yet, but at least in the sunshine, it is warm. The Goblin enjoys her brief flight, having taken to flying down from her home in the Monastery to the city, to visit friends and adopted family. Today finds her hovering over the Lupecyll-Atlon backyard, as she inspects what changes may or may not have..."

Lupecyll-Atlon home, midday

Spring has sprung, with the snow having retreated back to the mountains, and to places in the deeper forest. The cold hasn't been shrugged off yet, but at least in the sunshine, it is warm.

The Goblin enjoys her brief flight, having taken to flying down from her home in the Monastery to the city, to visit friends and adopted family.

Today finds her hovering over the Lupecyll-Atlon backyard, as she inspects what changes may or may not have been made, and perhaps catch a glimpse of the fairies, or Telamon, doing gardening things.

Indeed, with spring comes the traditional revival of the gardens! It's been a long winter, but now the flowerbeds are being turned by invisible hands, and the greenhouse is open at the roof to air out. Happy humming sounds come from inside it, as Telamon can be seen hovering up and down, checking the planters inside. Abruptly, Telamon pops out of the top, dressed in a sleeveless tunic and trousers that are patched and dirty. A smudge of soil on his cheek, and a smile as he inspects the cunningly hinged roof hatch before realizing he has an audience.

"Wha-- Oh! Simony!" He waves merrily. "Meet me down at ground level, I'll be down in a moment!" He dips back inside, drawing the hatch closed, and then he steps out of the door set at ground level.

GAME: Simony rolls fly: (3)+22: 25

Her wings flap as she spirals downwards slowly, all smiles.

She's there to hug at Telamon's waist as he steps out of the greenhouse. "I thought you'd be back here, getting the garden prepared for spring." Her wings flap once more and she reaches out to rub the dirt smudge from his forehead with a little thumb. "Are you sticking your face in the planters?", she wonders with a giggle. Plopping to the ground once more, Simony wiggles bare toes in a patch of grass that's already starting to green.

"How have you and Lana been? Have the fairies returned, or is it still a bit too cold?"

He returns the hug, of course. Telamon grins down at his friend, his eyes sweeping the backyard to check on the invisible servitors before he settles down next to her. "Of course. You can't -know- something till you get up close and personal with it, after all." He chuckles a bit. "I also spilled one. Fortunately, it was only earth, no seeds or anything."

"No, the pixies have returned. Lily in particular was absolutely ecstatic that I'd kept her writings... execrable as they may be," Tel rolls his eyes with a grin. "But they were hers, and I promised to keep them safe. There was also a visitor from the dryads -- they got Caanan O'Winter to make a quick trip out here before he headed off on his walkabouts once more. They sent a gift -- one I find rather intriguing."

Simony's little ears perk up a little, and her head tilts to one side. "A gift? What is it?" She giggles lightly, "Are you saying Lily might have a chance at an internship at the Crimson Pen?" The Goblin snorts.

She rubs a cheek and shakes her head. "I am not sure, aside from maybe smell?, what sticking your face into the soil would give you as far as extra information." She looks down, a moment of shyness. "I also have a question or two to ask you. Regarding the creation of magical items."

"I think she's already submitted a couple manuscripts." Telamon looks to the skies with a tolerant expression. "Ah well..." He fixes the invisible servants with a stare, and the flowerbeds stop being turned all of a sudden. One immediately moves inside the house, the door opening and shutting behind it.

"I'll offer whatever information I can, though my experience is limited to brewing various potables and potions." Telamon stretches his legs out, resting his hands behind him. "What would you like to know?"

The Goblin smiles as he settles himself down, bringing them to equal eyelevel, more or less. "So uhm... I have begun to acquire the knowledge and skills to create such things. You have one that I found fascinating. The Ioun stone." She lifts an arm up and rubs at the back of her neck. "What ones would be a good choice for a cleric, do you think? And, for a sorcerer?"

"Ioun stones are an interesting breed of magical item. The benefits are varied, depending on how they are crafted and from what gemstones are used." Telamon rubs his chin, as he mulls over the question. "Anything that enhances your magical prowess, or offers some form of protection or warding, is probably a good start. There are some exotic ones -- I have a couple myself."

At this point, the unseen servant returns with Telamon's haversack, which he takes. "Ah, here we go." Reaching inside, he draws out a brilliant blue sapphire that glows with an inner light. Releasing it, it begins to orbit his head. "A powerful ward against emotional effects," he explains.

Her eyes are immediately drawn to the stone, and she moves closer, enough that it orbits over her as it goes by. "A ward against emotional effects. Something very useful when you're trying to get something done in uh uhm... less than ideal circumstances." Her expression betrays the thought, she really wants to catch it.

"What other ones do you know of, or have? Does Lana have any?"

Telamon draws out a second stone, this one a peculiar lavender and green combination. Letting it orbit, he grins. "This one is just a straight up magical absorber. It'll sop up any spells that come my way. This is mostly a safety measure in case I encounter a magician with too much firepower to fend off initially. Let him throw spells into this for a bit while I come up with a plan."

The third item Telamon draws out, though... is a staff. Looking like it wasn't so much carved or worked as -grown-, straight and true, the wood probably oak. The head of the staff is a gorgeous rose-blossom, as if the wood had formed naturally.

Simony grins as the second Ioun stone joins the first. "Ah, so it absorb magics that are cast at you? That one seems to be a good choice. So that should be high on my list of consideration."

She blinks at the staff. "That is an amazingly carved staff.", she says softly, leaning in even closer, to inspect the rose blossom. "What does it do?"

"Sometimes, no matter how powerful you are, you really don't want to deal with a spell. Hence that stone." Telamon grins, and reaches out to snatch them down, passing them over to Simony to inspect further. "Definitely something to consider."

He runs his fingers gently over the staff. "I don't think it was carved. I think it was -molded-. It's said dryads can mold wood as others mold clay. So that's probably where this comes from." He lifts it up. "As far as what it does, it's what books call a 'staff of the woodlands', a 'wild staff' or 'druid's staff'. Speak with animals, animate plants, that sort of thing." His eyes twinkle. "Normally it wouldn't work for me... but I have extensive experience with magical devices, and I can power the staff using my own magical energies."

The Goblin is momentarily lost in the Ioun stones, turning them over in her hand. "I... I saw one before, and I want to do what the person did. Theirs was intricately carved, and intertwined in their hair. It looked like a fancy bead in their beard." Running a hand through her pale hair, she smiles shyly. "It would add a bit of colour to the pale thing that is I"

She offers the stones back to Telamon, extending her other hand for the staff, that she might feel its heft and handiwork with her hand. "What sort of spells can it cast? Can... you shapeshift with it?"

Telamon takes the stones back, tucking them into his haversack, before passing the staff over to Simony. "Sadly, no. It's well-enchanted -- I haven't had the chance to experiment with it, but it definitely lets me speak with and charm animals." His expression grows wry. "My next door neighbor was very befuddled when I asked if I could talk to his dog."

"Still, it's a nice gift, and I'm sure I'll find a use for it. The tools of the adventuring trade are not always obvious in their use at first."

GAME: Simony rolls use magic device: (6)+23: 29

Simony is likewise as entranced with the delicate rose blossom as she was the Ioun stones. She takes it with both hands and concentrates. "Oh, yes, there seems to be a few nature related spells in here. Erm, are you able to cast any of these spells on your own?" Her expression grows thoughtful.

"I could fake it with a miracle, I suppose, to keep the staff powered." She lets out a breath. "If you were to choose an Ioun stone for yourself, what would it be? And what would you chose for Lana?"

Telamon laughs softly. "No. But as I said, I can use my own magical prowess to get around that. It works... though I'd have to take care in recharging it, since I'm not a druid." His eyebrows rise suddenly. "That... you know, you just made me wonder. I have a lot more... mmm, flexibility, at the castle. I might be able to recharge it there if I needed to do so."

He sits back to consider the question. "For Lana? Something to keep her safe, I suppose. Probably one like that spell-warding ioun stone I have. There's one I read about that also causes you to regenerate like a troll. It's slow, but you heal completely."

"I wish to make one for you and for Lana. As a gift, a thank you, for everything." She nods then. "So one like yours. It seems like a good idea for anyone who might face magical attacks. Regenerate is a good option too, but, well these things tend to be slow, it might not be fast enough to allow you to continue acting, you know?"

Simony grins and nods. "Your castle may help you in recharging a staff? That's amazing!"

"You don't..." Telamon starts to say, but he sees the determined look in Simony's eyes, and sighs. "But you're going to anyways, no matter what I say. Alright. Do some research, though. Anything that would help ward us would be nice. I don't want you expending time and treasure on something we can't use."

He reaches over to pat Simony on the shoulder. "You're a good friend, Simony. Don't think I'll forget it -- or you."

"It's not a matter of having to. It's a want, pure and simple. And it's a fact that the Ioun stones will last longer than I will. You and Lana have long lives ahead of you. I want there to be something of me watching over you, years on. Well made magical items stand the test of time. You could even pass on the stones to your children, or grandchildren."

Simony takes his hand in her, squeezing warmly, a hint of strength in her grip. "I will speak and think highly of you for the rest of my life, and into the afterlife as well. I count myself blessed to have friends such as yourself and Cor'lana."

There's truth in what Simony says, and Telamon sighs, the thought an unpleasant one even under the sunny sky. But he squeezes her hand back, and smiles at her. "Well, let's hope that day is not soon to come. If nothing else, I want my children to meet 'Aunt Simony'."

He gestures at one of the unseen servants, who trundles into the house and returns with a large jug and two tankards. "The first pitcher of iced tea," Telamon says with a grin. "I know you like it just like we do."

There's a momentarily look of melancholy in Simony's expression. "I want that, too, Tel. And the possibility of you and Cor'lana being auntie and uncle to my own children. If such a thing occurs. But I will do my best."

Simony smiles then, and nods, reaching for the pitcher. "Allow me to pour, hmm? To sunny days, and rains to make your plants grow!"

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A Lost Fey Puppy

2025-03-22T01:33:48Z

Telamon: Created page with "Lupecyll-Atlon home, evening A rap of knuckles, a ranger seeks shelter... Warmer than even a few weeks prior, no longer blanketed in white, the night city of Alexandria in this part of the city is usually kept to a minimum. It is entertained by scholar's candles and rustling pages rather than potent ale and stomping feet. The cowled ranger is out of place at the feet of academia, but when wisdom is something one seeks, are there many better places to find it? Her brea..."

Lupecyll-Atlon home, evening

A rap of knuckles, a ranger seeks shelter...

Warmer than even a few weeks prior, no longer blanketed in white, the night city of Alexandria in this part of the city is usually kept to a minimum. It is entertained by scholar's candles and rustling pages rather than potent ale and stomping feet. The cowled ranger is out of place at the feet of academia, but when wisdom is something one seeks, are there many better places to find it?

Her breathy exhale steams out from beneath the hood, as she looks down one street and the other, a precaution very unneeded. Then, remembering, she tosses her hood back. Without her warpaints, it's mostly the large hooked nose that is her most defining and recognizable trait. Thankfully? Front and center should anyone peer through the peek hole.

The knock at the door jars Telamon out of his thoughts. Seated in his living room, a book open in his lap, the rakish half-sil picks up his tome and sets it aside. The blankets next to him shift and squirm, and a small orange head pops out.

"Shall I get the door, Lord Telamon?" Jyndei asks in his squeaky voice. Telamon chuckles, pushing himself to his feet. "I think I can handle it, Jyndei." He stretches, his slim form garbed in a simple woolen tunic, trousers, and slippers. Padding over to the door, he peers at the peek-hole, blinking a moment before unlocking the door and opening it.

"Carver," he says politely, his expression not unwelcoming, merely puzzled. "Please, come in," he steps aside, beckoning the ranger to enter. Inside it's quite nice, a blend of styles, and small pots and planters everywhere with flowers growing in them. Maybe not as extensive as the gardens, or the actual wild, but there's a nice green smell in the house. "Why don't I take your cloak? I've got some tea brewing."

At least if this is an assassination attempt, it might be the laziest one ever. Carver enters, expression placid as she looks around. One can see her hesitate on the flowers, a hamster's wheel spinning, no doubt recalling acquired knowledge solely for the purpose of botanical identification. His request has her unclasp the heavy, fur-lined thing, folding it gently. "It has needle near the right brooch. Don't pricka finger." She then offers it to the Archmage, or if he's more cautious, to the help. Who considering their nature probably isn't the 'help'. She also did not bring her bow.

Okay, definitely not an assassination attempt at this point. Gloved fingers are bit at to remove them, tucking into the collar of her briar-laced armor. "I ain't mucking up your plans, am I?"

The cloak is hung up next to the door on a stout wooden peg, and Telamon shakes his head. "Quiet evening for me. Lana went to visit her cousin, she'll be back later, and my friend Jyndei is here visiting." The half-sil leads Carver into the living room proper...

...Where a small orange dragon with butterfly wings perches on the back of one of the chairs, tail switching back and forth as he looks at Carver with interest. "Greetings," the dragonet says in a high-pitched voice, "and welcome to the home of the Lord and Lady Lupecyll-Atlon. I am Jyndei."

Telamon smiles at his friend, before pointing Carver to one of the chairs. "Please, sit down, rest." He turns to apparently empty air, addressing it. "Go collect the kettle and two cups, and bring them here." He looks back at Carver. "Can I offer you anything to eat?" There's a soft susurrus in the air, as -something- moves off into the kitchen.

"Carver." The ranger introduces herself without curtsey or bow, considering the fey creature for a heartbeat. No threat. Clearly a friend to the masters of the house, and usually more prone to mischief than outright harm. Too well socialized to be looking for trouble at this immediate time. "You're far from where I'd expect to see you." Out of place?

Well, considering the family of feycentric bonded by whimsy and ancient bloodlines? Probably not. Her eyes cut sharp back at peripheral motion. Too quick to take conscious stock of whatever that was.

She finally looks back to Telamon, running the knuckles over her left hand across her cheek at the gentle murmuring. "Nice place. Not hungry... I don't eat much these days."

She moves to the chair, sinking into it. Uncomfortable even with how comfortable it is. Blah, blah, blah. Saddle. Blah, blah, blah. Earth floor.

Soon, a teakettle and cups come floating out and set down gently on the table, as Telamon takes a seat opposite Carver. His dark, star-shot eyes full of calm, radiating thoughts of pleasant evenings, listening to the wind as Eluna makes her way across the heavens. Deftly, Tel pours the tea... one cup for Carver, one for himself, and one for Jyndei.

Jyndei perks up, large eyes blinking. "Oh, I once became trapped in the Shining Chalice's meeting place. I heard the Lord and Lady speaking my tongue, and approached them thinking they were from Quelynos. While they were not, they treated me kindly, and so they are my friends along with Apotheosis and the pixies!"

Telamon chuckles. "It was there that Jyndei discovered he had no taste for pickled mountain oysters. In any case, he visits me regularly, fills me in on gossip, and keeps me company. So why don't you tell me what's troubling you, Carver?"

"Goat eggs," Carver says, fingers drumming at the armrest. "Was pretty common in Dran. We preferred them to bulls, maybe jus' because they were more common there. Some clans, even, when they gelded a great beast would consume them to take the strength of the stallion." She sniffs at the cup as it brought to her, not out of fear of poison. She seems to take more comfort from the dull warmth through the mug than the drink itself. "Troubled isn't quite right. More like... anxious, innit? I have a favor to ask actually." She does not play coy. Instead, she lays the favor out and gives context where it is needed or wanted. He probably does not wish to hear about her well-heeled theories about the devil cat. "There's a mage what kept in the Arcanist's dungeon. He wants to make some sort of penance, and a way to give him that and somethin' I need is possible but... well, he's got some legal troubles first."

The tea smells of lavender and mint, a soothing concoction. Something to warm the heart on a cool evening. Telamon nods and grins. "Yeah, I saw some of that when Father and I were traveling. Goats are easier to manage, too -- a full sized bull can be a bit of a hassle if you don't have enough pasture." Tel takes a sip of his tea, his eyebrows rising at the mention of a favor. Curiosity shines from his eyes.

"Hmm. If someone's in the Arcanists' dungeon, they're generally there for a good reason. But... I've always been a proponent of redemption and penance, and if he's serious it's better than having to lock him up again -- or worse." The half-elf glances at Jyndei, before continuing, "What kind of trouble is he in?"

"He's half fey." Carver says. This is an important bit of context. "Mother human, father some evergreen lord. Got some potential as a spellcaster, tried to drown Deathless once and some frost magic. Nothin' at your level but considering it's likely all self-taught?" She shrugs at the implied talent. "Got pulled into a plot between a mortal lord, one Ahu, and a Nereid Lady. Some masked fey who didn't want those two reconciling. So hired him to do some banditry in turn they would show him to the 'Green World'."

She ticks off a few things, "Attacked a winter's strawberry shipment, some other things. Don't know how many he killed himself but know the men he hired? Not good lot. So possible he was involved with a death an' maybe he wasn't." Lack of evidence is good, but doesn't stop the potential what business he got into? Would have led him to that moral event. "Got a few people, not me, who vouched for him already but the jailers are not fully convinced."

Telamon blinks, slowly. "A changeling? That's... unusual. I've encountered one before." His expression grows a bit stern. "But turning to banditry isn't a good path, no matter who's offering you things in return." He takes another sip of tea. "Plus... hm. I don't know if changelings are actually -liked- in Quelynos. Whoever this was may have been stringing the poor bastard along."

"I heard Lord Ahu hadn't been seen for a while." Telamon's eyebrows rise. "He was romancing a nereid? Huh. Well, who am I to judge? But that's not the issue here -- this fellow cooling his shoes in the prison is." He sets his cup down, tapping his fingers together. "Anything else about him?"

"Of course they were." Carver says with a scoff. "He was a tool. You don't reward tools cause they did their job. Iffin' they wanted him to come along, they wouldn't have hid their faces. There's more, I 'spose. Not sure how much is relevant. There's this black cat who was in Ahu's posession that isn't a cat. Or maybe not jus' a cat."

She sips from her tea. "Uh, the Mourning Lady, she looked into it deeper and whatever it was caused her to faint. When I asked her about it, she could not exactly tell me what it was other than it was a lot." She nods, satisfied with that explanation. It's about as good as it gets. "Well, the Nereid and the man, they were romancin'. Then split. So, if these other masked feys got involved, it's likely cause they have ties to the nereid in some ways. The one lead we have is that Cerberus was to call out a name at a circle of stone if he wanted to meet with them. Lord Tamlins." She smirks. "It's not much to go on."

"Seen that before too. Doesn't surprise me much. And if they were dangling the bait of somewhere to -belong-, well... my wife can tell you all about that feeling. You'll do anything to try to get someplace you don't feel alone." Telamon stares into his teacup, before refilling everyone's cup.

"I've not heard much about fey black cats, though there are plenty of powers -- mortal and not -- who could go about in such a guise." At the name Carver mentions, Telamon barks out a laugh. "Might as well have called themselves Lord Potter or something. Now I'm -really- curious as to who these fellows are." He lays a finger alongside his cheek, and grins in a way not too different from his fey-blooded wife. "But first, we should talk to this -- Cerberus, you said his name was?"

"That's our sad lil' puppy." Carver says, licking her lips clean of the tea. "Tool to a bunch of Saul Sodoffs." She sets the tea cup down on the table next to her, reaching into a pocket to fish around it. She then pops the mint down her maw. "Cerberus isn't likely to be his name, ya know, cause of the fey obsession. It didn't matter much to me. Not like Carver is mine. People make their names whatever they want. If he likes it, who am I to judge? There is one thing. I do believe he wants to really see the fey world. I could maybe find him a Way, but I ain't got no business there. You?" She ticks her finger, "That's the real favor. If I am bein' honest. If you can take him if we figure out these Tamlin business? I'd appreciate it. Consider it a debt an' all."

Telamon hmmms. "I can get him there, but that doesn't mean he can make a home there. Although..." His expression becomes that of a man who's thought of something amusing. "I -might- have a favor to pull with someone in the Unseelie Court."

Jyndei shifts a bit and looks at Telamon worriedly. "My Lord, are you certain?"

Telamon nods firmly. "She owes me. At least a little bit, for helping her get revenge and put her where she is now. Maybe she can find this 'lost puppy' of yours a place." He takes a long pull of tea. "I should be able to pay a visit to the prison tomorrow -- I doubt I'll need an appointment. They had me fix the wards after that breakout, after all."

"I never seen one so desperate to belong." Carver scoffs. "If he was treated even with a bit of kindness, I actually believe he would die on a sword for whatever king, lady, or bitty what gave him a pet and some scraps. Yeah, visit him. Make your own judgements and wot. Maybe you disagree with me. I don't like people. Can't read 'em. Maybe I'm the fool an' got us all tricked." She shrugs, "I was certainly wrong about that Ahu fella'."

"Anythin' else you think you might need to know? If not, I should go before your Lady Fair comes back."

Telamon nods somberly. "It happens. But maybe we can make something good come out of this. I think you've got the right track, probably better than you realize, Carver." He gives her a wry smile. "Remember what the Fire-Blossom said. You are much more than you give yourself credit for. And I thank you, for bringing this to me. If nothing else, Lana would want to see if we can put this fellow onto a better path."

He rubs his chin. "I'll see if I've got any law books here -- probably not. May need to make a trip to the Serrielite temple tomorrow before I hit the prison, so I can get some legal advice."

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The Sickle's Edge

2025-03-22T01:33:13Z

Telamon: Created page with " The Colosseum, afternoon While the mornings are given over to organized (as much as it can be) practices, and the evenings given to displays and shows, afternoons in the Colosseum are kind of a catch all for practicing warriors, guardsmen, and adventurers. Many seek to hone their skills, or work on gaining an edge (figuratively if not literally) for their next fight, lest it be their last. A rangy-looking half-orc, stripped down to trousers and boots, is doing weapon..."

The Colosseum, afternoon

While the mornings are given over to organized (as much as it can be) practices, and the evenings given to displays and shows, afternoons in the Colosseum are kind of a catch all for practicing warriors, guardsmen, and adventurers. Many seek to hone their skills, or work on gaining an edge (figuratively if not literally) for their next fight, lest it be their last.

A rangy-looking half-orc, stripped down to trousers and boots, is doing weapon drills with a new kind of armament. The overall design is that of a humble sickle, but the handles are contoured to fit the hand, and the blade is thicker, ending in a chisel-point. Smoothly, Harshad works his way around the practice dummy, striking at it with one blade, then the other, hacking out a wad of straw with each hit.

With Harshad's exertions, the Goblin is able to walk up on bare feet, unheard and unseen. She waits for a pause in his movements, where he's between strikes, perhaps judging how much longer the dummy will survive, and that's when the little, cold hand pats at his lower back, just above the belt.

"Whatcha up to?", she wonders aloud, giggling lightly.

GAME: Choler rolls stealth: (12)+15: 27

GAME: Harshad rolls perception: (1)+9: 10 (EPIC FAIL)

The half-oruch takes a moment to catch his breath, blades at the ready, before getting ready to launch a new assault. He's getting used to the weapon, and it's clicking together nicely. Soon he'll be comfortable enough to go adventuring with them, and then--

Harshad's train of thought is -rudely- interrupted by the cold hand on the small of his back. He lets out a startled yelp, jumping and whirling in midair before realizing who's there. "Choler!" Then he laughs, turning to sink one sickle, then the other into the straw dummy before offering her a hand. "Been a while. Picked up some new toys and figured I needed to practice with 'em."

GAME: Choler rolls dexterity: (15)+4: 19

Choler takes the hand, and climbs up his arm, to settle upon his shoulder. A common occurrence whenever she's about. She giggles lightly, making a little face. "All hot and sweaty." She fans herself with another little giggle before turning her eyes to the sickles. Stretching out, she pulls one of the sickles free, whistling as she looks it over.

The Goblin flips it into the air and catches it, and while it is much to big for her to use in combat, she seems familiar with the weapon. The target dummy is attacked with a satisfying *THUNK*, and she leave is stuck there.

"It's big for me, but that's a nice sickle. As a monk, I've used those pretty extensively. What made you consider them?"

Harshad balances with the weight of the gobber monk on his shoulder. "What'd you expect? I've been doing weapon drills with those for the last hour and spare change, getting used to them." The half-orc chuckles. "I'll need a bath before I sack out for the evening, or I'll smell like a damn horse."

At the question, though, Harshad turns to look at her a moment. "A couple things. One, they're solid blades, reinforced -- you can parry with them if you need to. Better than the dagger and rapier. Two, sickles are pretty common tools -- a lot easier to smuggle one or both in than a sword, if it's necessary."

The Goblin giggles and wrinkles her nose. "I am kidding!" She plants two cold little feet on Harshad's pec. "We could go to the TarRaCe after. They'll launder your clothes while you relax. Can get dinner and a drink too. You'll sleep like a baby afterwards."

With a nod, she hmmms. "I don't know about a rapier, but the dagger's got its uses. I also use kamas, they're like..." Her face scrunches up in thought. "Like a pointy hatchet. It's used in crop gathering, much like a sickle, and has the benefit of looking like a farm implement also. Can use it in some interesting ways."

"Hard to argue with a good sharp knife. Easy to hide as well." Harshad snorts as Choler's feet bounce off his chest. "That sounds like a plan. I've got enough dosh left after these that I can afford it. Usually can't go there 'cause it's expensive."

He considers. "Sounds interesting, but... wait, I think I remember seeing one of those. They're kinda odd cause the blade sticks straight out from the handle. Like you said, an axe."

GAME: Choler rolls dexterity: (16)+4: 20

Choler shoots and arm straight out, and a dagger suddenly appears in her hand. "Very easy to hide.", she says with a cheeky grin. "It's why I wear a gi all the time, the sleeves can hide lots of little things." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"It's not all that expensive, though, compared to other places which are just as nice, but in a higher class area. If you go for all the extras, it gets pricy. But a basic meal and drink is not bad. I've a few coins too, I'll pay for the bath if you want to cover dinner." She eyeballs the sickles again.

"Are they enchanted?"

Harshad grins. "Well, if you're buying the bath I'll cover the dinner. Sounds fair." He hms. "You're probably right. I know I don't need eight courses or the latest wine. We'll see how it goes." He pauses. "Do they let people smoke in there? There's a couple places that won't let you."

At her question, he reaches over to pull one of the sickles free. "Yeah. Got some basic enchantment on it. The guy I got it from, there was a fellow who'd commissioned them but, well, something happened to him. So I got a good deal on the pair." He holds the sickle up so Choler can see the runes inscribed along the back of the blade.

She leans forward to squint at the sickles, noting then the little runic script. "Sucks to be the other guy, but hey, at least you didn't have to wait long, eh?" She grins. "If it's not fair you can just gimme a few coins to balance it out." Those little feet bounce a few more times off of the Half-Oruch's pec. "You certainly are well built."

Harshad is a kind of long, wiry fellow, all corded muscle but not bulky or broad. He snorts as Choler keeps bouncing her feet off him. "What, you going to fill my head with all sorts of sweet talk?" He grins, though, as he says it. "But when you're on the run, and don't have time to get fat, well... you're either in shape or you're in trouble." He takes both sickles in one hand, as he peers at Choler. "Gonna get down so I can at least grab my tunic and pack?"

GAME: Choler rolls acrobatics: (20)+11: 31

Choler snorts and laughs. "Sweet talk? Buddy I've been dropping hints all over the place and you've never noticed. What would sweet talk do?" Her laugh continues as he mentions getting down so he can put his tunic on.

She stands then, and with a little backflip, she somersaults down behind him, sticking the landing with an unseen (by Harshad) flourish. "Sure thing boss!"

Harshad shakes his head. "Not..." He pauses, and looks at her. "Choler, I appreciate it, but... this kinda business doesn't lend itself to anything serious." He runs a hand down his face, rubbing one tusk. "Maybe eventually, but right now? Eh. I'm still twitchy after that job you and I pulled. Yeah, even after all this time."

He pulls on his tunic. "Look... let's go get that bath and dinner. Talk it out. Maybe I can explain it a little better."

Her expression grows a little distant, a slight frown forming on her face. "Didn't have to be serious.", she says softly, looking down at her feet a moment. "The fact that life is hard, and bad things happen is all the more reason to be serious. Better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all."

Choler nods then, her expression brightening at the prospect of a bath, but more importantly, food! She hefts his pack over a shoulder while he's slipping into his tunic. "So did you notice even or did I need to be more obvious. And I get you, though, I am a bit spooked still by that job. There were definitely things happening that were beyond our understanding."

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2025-03-22T01:31:12Z

Telamon:

Dance of the Watchlings

2025-03-14T23:04:48Z

Telamon: Created page with "Alexandria, just outside the watchtowers, midday It's a lovely, lovely day. The sun is shining, warming the fertile earth after a long bout of winter. Birds chirp merrily, and a skein of clouds wander across the blue skies. Outside the city walls, a half-elf awaits. This wouldn't normally be an issue, but since it's Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon, it's a fair guess that whatever he's planning, it'll be strange, wonderful, and just a little confusing. He's wearing something new..."

Alexandria, just outside the watchtowers, midday

It's a lovely, lovely day. The sun is shining, warming the fertile earth after a long bout of winter. Birds chirp merrily, and a skein of clouds wander across the blue skies.

Outside the city walls, a half-elf awaits. This wouldn't normally be an issue, but since it's Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon, it's a fair guess that whatever he's planning, it'll be strange, wonderful, and just a little confusing. He's wearing something new: a silk shirt in bright green over his black leather trousers and well-worn walking boots. Watching the small amount of traffic heading into and out of the gates, he heaves a great breath of relief. Maybe... just maybe... things are going to calm down for a change.

GAME: Skyler rolls disguise: (14)+3: 17

Not to disabuse the Archmage of his belief that things are going to calm down, a short figure in the tattered robes of a begger settles by his side. The figure is hunch backed, with a curious smell that isn't unpleasant but *definitely* not healthy along with a pock-marked face. The figure moves with a lopsided gait, rubbing hands together as they come to the side of Telamon.

"What a fine, fine day!" The figure that *totally* isn't Skyler cackles, head bobbing up and down, "Such a pretty, pretty day for a pretty, pretty boy."

GAME: Telamon rolls perception: (9)+35: 44

GAME: Simony rolls fly: (16)+22: 38

"TEL-A-MOOOOON!", comes a voice from on high. A familiar voice, at least to some. The Goblin plummets down from above, heading right for the Sorcerer and his lopsided, humpbacked servant.

The wings pop out with an audible SNAP, and Simony *WOOOSHES* by, gliding past the two, and then pulling up, doing a loopdeloop before a sudden sharp turn, allowing her to land with a 'plop' before Telamon. She grins up at the man.

"I'm ready to go!"

Carver is laying nearby as well, head propped up against Deathless. The two seem to be dozing the day away, awaiting for the dramatic entry of the last of their party; carried on wings. An apple rest upon her chestpiece of a strange new set of armor, what seems to shift and meld about her form in layers of rock, soil, and twisting brambles.

Deathless gives a whinny at Simony's call, stirring the ranger from her sleep, the young ranger cracking an eye. It is unclear if she recognizes the strange, simpering beggar but at least the priestess she knows.

Telamon just -looks- at the beggar, his expression sardonic. "Really, Skyler, I -told- you I could get you out of the city for a bit, and you wouldn't have to roll around in a midden. What the hells did you use for those poxmarks, anyways? It looks like jam."

The sorcerer smiles as Simony comes roaring in before making a deft landing, and claps for his friend. "Excellent landing, Simony! Though you know what they say, a good landing is one you can walk away from." He rubs his chin, regarding the assembled friends. "So, just in case, I did bring extra soothe syrup since we're teleporting..." He pauses, considering Carver and Deathless. "...Though you know, it's not -that- far and I do have another option, if you're feeling brave."

GAME: Simony rolls perception: (5)+29: 34

"Raspberry jam!" Skyler says cheerfully, reaching up to one of the sores that hasn't erupted, squeezing it like a zit so that a gloopy, chunky red substance oozes out. He pinches the whole thing off, popping it into his mouth, "And some uncooked cookie dough! Tasty *and* deceptive." He reaches up towards another one, politely raising one eyebrow at the others, "Want some?"

He adds, "We'll be fine once we're out of the city, but Cashew went to an orphanage to hire some kids to follow me for all they can eat gruel." He shakes his head, "Diabolical man." It's said with a faint hint of respect, though, as if it were equal parts frustrating and impressive. Regard teleportation, he shrugs the hunched up shoulder, which pushes up in the vague shape of his usual buckler. "I'm fine either way. Teleporting isn't any worse than running in a circle and then falling down."

At the mention of jam, Simony eyes the 'beggar'. She sniffs, and immediately regrets it. "You weren't wrong about rolling in the midden.", Simony says to Telamon, before grinning and offering a little bow. "I did take flying lessons, after all, with the Egalrin up the mountain. Slixvah helped quite a bit!" Her nose wrinkles a little. "You wouldn't happen to have a bottle of nose bleach with you, to go with the soothe syrup?"

The Goblin eyes Carver a moment, chuckling at the recently awakened Ranger, before looking back to Telamon. "Oh? An alternative?"

She blinks and retches as Skyler pinches one of the 'sores' and then eats it.

Carver rolls smoothly to her feet, giving one last pat to Deathless as she does. Her ever-stoic companion rises as well, tossing off the last of her lethargy as the ranger rubs at her eyes. "I likes anythin' what isn't teleportin'." It's new so the chances are she might hate it, or she will definitely hate it.

Her quiver is plucked from the ground and tossed over her shoulder casually as she gives the strange, hunched impish creature another look as they pick their face. "Who yous?"

Telamon makes a mildly disgusted face. Whether it's at Skyler's costume, or the news about Captain Cashew, it's hard to say. Instead, he just shakes his head. "No thanks." At Carver's question, he offers her a grin. "This is Skyler Skywalker, a friend. He's having some trouble with a fellow in the city, so I'm going to bring him along and give the fellow the slip that way."

"So I don't spring this on you by surprise, I picked up a scroll of shapechanging. It'll last three hours -- plenty of time to get where we need to go, and I can carry all of you there." He pauses. "Although... I'm not sure Deathless is up for being carried."

"It's not a midden." Skyler protests with a shake of his head, "I just borrowed some of my friend's deer musk." He shrugs off the ragged cloak, folding it inside out. It lessens the smell considerably.

At Carver's question, he looks proud of himself. "It's Skyler! We've met before. You were there when I rode the fiendish aurochs, weren't you? And when I set the stuffed pothy on fire." He pulls a handkerchief out of a pocket, using it to scrub his face clean, "See? I'm in *disguise*." Beat. "I have no problem with shapeshifting. Jarik does it all the time, although I figure you'll be doing something more transportation-friendly than a boar?"

Simony's expression brightens significantly at Telamon's plan to shapeshift into something suitable to carry them.

"Are you going to change into a giant bird?", the Goblin wonders. "Flying would be amazing! Would we have to distract you from dropping down to catch rabbits and other small game?"

She cants her head at Skyler, frowning at the messy handkerchief. "Deer musk? Does Jarik have enough to swim in, because it smells like you swam in it. A glance is sent Carver's way. "Uh, does Deathless know how... to ride?"

"I 'member." Carver says, "The pothy a'least... sorry about your friend trouble." The ranger ties off her equipment before giving Deathless a thoughtful look, "No. It's not somethin' we've trained to do yet. Bes' to have her wait here." She gives a short, fond pat to the horse's red mane before speaking in Dran. 'Home'. The horse gives a shake of her head but turns and slowly begins to walk back into the city. With her strange paints and stranger bridle, the horse is famous enough now to pass the gates without much more than a few odd looks.

"It's a good disguise, iffin' a little gross. Never seen a shapechange of this type. The druids of Yggdrassil are famous for it but it's not a skill they jus' show off. Ready when yous are." Curiosity is piqued.

Telamon offers Carver and Deathless a kindly look. "Fair enough. Let's walk away a bit. I hate to scare the locals." The half-sil leads the small group away from the city gates, past the watchtowers. He points out a meadow, not far along. "That's usually where I aim when I teleport to Alexandria. Just outside the ward, close enough to walk or ride to the city." He smiles suddenly, warmly. "I remember one of my first teleports being to there, bringing Lana and myself home."

Once the group is behind a copse of trees, Telamon stops. "This looks good. I'm -so- glad I spent time studying that book on flying." With that, he touches his haversack, and murmurs something softly that ends in, "Change." And then the half-elf seems to shimmer, as if underwater... before growing. And -growing-. Unfolding like a flower in bronze as he transforms from a fairly handsome half-elf to a bronze dragon. His tail switches back and forth behind him, wings unfurling, as he speaks in a deeper, more sonorous voice. "What do you think?"

"I think the Birdie One is going to be disappointed you went with scales instead of feathers." Skyler says with a chuckle, glancing around and tucking his musky cloak into a small hollow at the base of a tree. He adjusts the sword across his back, lowering the buckler onto his arm, and checks the inside of his leather greatcoat. "Seriously, though, that's... a lot more impressive than a boar." Sorry, Jarik.

The Goblin squeaks in excitement as Telamon begins to change, especially after mentioning that he studied a book on flying. But her excitement turns to shock as the transformation turns into a bronze dragon. Simony squeaks and ends up behind Carver.

Carver places a hand on Simony's pale head. It's just an automatic gesture as the goblin hides behind her frame for calm. She does not explain that her beanpole frame is about as much protection against dragon breath as a beanpole would be. "'s okay. Much larger than I thought. Only seen handful of dragons, an' never not once this close. It's... pretty, innit?"

She gently reaches toward Simony to pull her out from behind her. "Wan' a hand up, Snowflake?"

"You should see it from my perspective. And I had to learn to lower my voice as well so I wasn't shouting across the Proving Grounds." Telamon lowers himself down as much as he can, so that the trio can climb aboard. "Just hold onto the fins along my back. I'm not planning on doing any acrobatics. Just a nice, steady flight to the coastline."

"My name's Skyler, but sure." The ex-sky pirate beams at Carver, before blinking, and flushing. "OH! You meant her." Beat. "Coz it'd be weird to offer me uppies. And call me snowflake. Um..."

Rather than answering, Skyler leaps up and effortlessly catches the curve of one leg, hoisting himself up then bouncing gracefully to the Bronze Telamon's back. He glances over the various options for a moment, before taking a frontal position with the obvious intent on Carver taking rear so Simony is between the two humans to wedge her in safely.

It takes a bit of effort to move the Goblin, she is stubbornly unmovable until lifted. Simony's not any happier in the air.

"Why a dragon?", she complains of .. the dragon-mon. Her nose wrinkles as she is once again within sniffing distance of Skyler.

Her grip on the fin in front of her is white-knuckled, though it'd be hard to tell. Telamon might feel it though.

Carver is the last, and she actually just of... walks up the side of the dragon to her position, almost horizontal. Rangery thing? Probably some sort of enchanted piece of her equipments, which as you adventure, you sort of just... gain as time goes on. "I will have to think of a nickname what matches your spirit."

She settles, and despite it being strange, is comforted by the familiar position. Is a grand brass dragon a step up from a horse? Sure. Still better than greater teleport.

"Two reasons, Simony," Telamon replies, as he comes to his feet and begins to walk, then run, getting a good move on before starting to beat his wings. "One, few creatures look at a dragon and decide 'I'm gonna pick a fight with that.'" With that, he launches into the air, wings pumping as he turns and begins heading northwest. The ground is falling away, but it's not so high one can't make out details.

"Second -- and this is more important -- it's a form I can still cast spells in. Turning into a huge bird is great, but turns out it's hard to use magic when I have feathers."

"My brother use to call me 'Dumbass'." Skyler offers helpfully regarding names that fit his spirit and energy. He settles in, effortlessly shifting his weight to keep from overbalancing himself and to make things easier for the Bronze Telamon. He glances over the size down at the ground, squinting one eye as he tries to calculate the speed.

It's apparently impressive.

Because there's a certain respect in his voice, "Its certainly *fast*. And considering you might have to rip out a featherfall with all the forewarning of me when I drink milk, I appreciate you being able to cast."

The Goblin lets out a lengthy squeal as Telamon just launches into the air, the ground rapidly falling away.

"I suppose those are ... adequate reasons.", she says after a bit. It's not that she doesn't enjoy flying. It's something about the form and size. "So... are we headed to the ocean?" She talks in a conversational tone, despite the rush of wind in everyone's ears.

"My Sisters, they called me 'Vele'." Carver says. Smirk. "Brat." The closest translation. At Simony's squeal, both brows go up, her long trailing red hair tie snapping behind her. "Bad memory with dragons?"

The wind's howling might bring tears to her eyes, but she is smiling. It's a freeing experience. To be so weightless in the world.

"To the coastline!" Telamon replies, his voice a bit loud to be heard over the wind. "We'll be there soon enough!"

'Soon enough' is a bit of an exaggeration, although an hour of flight time aboard his dragon-form is pleasant enough. Nothing seems particularly eager to pick a fight with the shapeshifted sorcerer.

Soon, Telamon is circling over a section of coastline that really doesn't look much different than the rest. There's sand, some stones, trees further up, and of course the endless tides. "Hold on, please," he informs his passengers. "My takeoffs are pretty good, but my landings are sometimes a little rough." He descends, his wings cupping to slow his movements, as the sandy coast rises upwards steadily.

For his part, Skyler tries to keep the entire group entertained with a series of sea shanties, the last being a philosophical question on the use of inebriated fellows. The answer? "Put him in the bed with the frisky draugr!" Skyler whoops as he grins over his shoulder at the other two, giving the Bronze Telamon a companionable slug on the shoulder to include him. "Early in the morning!"

Soon enough, they're descending, and Skyler nods grimly when Telamon indicates the landing might be a little rough. "Are we talking 'throw ourselves off you to keep from getting crushed' bad on the landing, or just 'oh gee jolly this is rough!' landing?" He asks, but either way prepares himself to launch off Telamon's back acrobatically.

GAME: Carver rolls ride: (7)+21: 28

Simony shrugs to Carver. "It was not what I expected, and it's a giant form. I am a small woman that startles easily."

She snorts at Telamon. "Are you telling me you didn't practice landing in this form before we left?" The Goblin rubs at her face. "Sir, you are no longer the young man, wet behind the ears and gawking at the statues of the Gardens. You are an archmage!" A bare foot kicks at the scaled side of the Telamon-turned-dragon. Simony stands up, cants her head side to side, vertebrae popping, before she dives off the dragon.

"I'll meet you down there, ready with the healing should you ... make a dent in the ground."

Those same wings snap into existence as she drops, gliding her way down to the beach.

GAME: Simony rolls fly: (16)+22: 38

Carver exhales, as the earth comes more closely to view. The simple joy of flight amongst the clouds must inevitably end. That it will do so roughly? Not a terrible surprise. She does reach to a pocket, where a token rest. In case of emergency and all that but she does brace her cow and goes lower into the fins.

GAME: Telamon rolls fly: (16)+16: 32

"Oh, I see how it is, I admit to -some- fallibility and I'm promptly abandoned!" Telamon shakes a clawed forepaw at Simony descending, before spreading his wings out further, beating hard. Suddenly he slows down, and begins to descend in steps, until finally hindpaws touch earth, followed by forepaws. Safe landing.

Telamon peers down at Simony. "I mean, really, I picked up a -few- things from my flight spell. But dragonflight really is an entirely different kind of flying, altogether." He waits for Skyler and Carver to climb off, folding his wings. "Not to mention the fact it's also a workout, which... shouldn't be possible, but I guess there's a research paper waiting to be written on that one."

GAME: Skyler rolls acrobatics+5: (11)+13+5: 29

As Telamon lands, Skyler moves *with* the momentum, going ass over appetite in a perfectly controlled fall as he draws his arms and legs in. He clicks his heels, flickering sparks of fire illuminating his boots as he tumbles into freefall and with a grunt hits the ground with a bounce that makes his arms flail around before he ultimately lands on his ass, squinting. "Ow."

He gets up, rubbing his rump as he wiggles one leg to return feeling to it. "I had perfect faith in you, Telamon." He says seriously, "I've never given you reason to murder me, so if I died it'd be a perfectly understandable that it was just an accident." Which is a convoluted way to indicate he didn't, in fact, trust the archmage but wants to put a brave face forward.

The Goblin's cackle is easily heard. "You know that I am often pragmatic. You said it might be a rough landing, so I am merely planning ahead. Like you bringing the soothe syrup."

Simony flies up to prod Telamon in the nose. "Well... aren't you more dragon than human right now? I mean, shapechanging is not like an illusion, and you surely know this. The magic is simply transformative. You are for all intents and purposes... a dragon. You are flying how they fly." She holds up her wings momentarily, wiggling them. "These look like angel wings... but it is actually magic holding me up."

Carver slides off the dragon's back, bending deep into a squat upon impact. It is a very tall creature to dismount. No one reports any injuries or screaming, so the safe assumption means the landing was a success. She does a tally of her equipment. Everything there. Nodding, she looks around, adjusting to the new locale. Vaguely familiar.

"So, why are we here?" It is the question of the hour.

"Yeah, but should I get -hungry-? It's not like the additional... well, flesh for the change is really part of me." Abruptly, Telamon's dragon form blurs and shrinks, diminishing back down before he turns back into a handsome half-elf. "Something to think on, I guess."

He helps Skyler to his feet, before nodding to Carver. "We're meeting some old friends. You might remember over a year ago, I located an... egg, and dropped it into the sea. And now..."

He points out to the ocean. Far out, there appears to be some kind of disturbance. Ripples in the water, as if something was moving there underneath towards the beach.

"... I thought they were goose wings." Skyler mutters regarding Simony's brief thesis statement on transformative magics. He's more familiar with witchcraft, where Jarik's power is derived from mud wallowing and eating grubs. He gingerly puts his weight on the previously numb leg, sighing as he puts his full weight on it. "At least it's not that fey bullshit.

Regarding Carver's question he perks up, indicating his own support of her question. Even if he's not sure how to ask it without some glib statement on it's heels. He takes a step back when Telamon answers, eyebrows climbing higher and higher under his auburn fringe. "Huh."

"Well, I suppose it uses up a lot of energy to fly, for a dragon. So uhm, I would not be surprised." Her brows furrow at Skyler. "They are angel wings. It is greater angelic aspect that I was using to fly." Her eyebrows go up at Carver's question, and as Telamon begins to explain, the Goblin runs to the water's edge. Heedless of the cold, she steps in until the waves reach her waist.

Simony then begins to smack the water with the palm of her hands, sometimes alternating, sometimes not, and it becomes obvious she is following a pattern.

"Oh right, the bad idea." Carver says a smirk. To Skyler, and perhaps Simony, she elaborates. "He received some sort of star-mandate from some star-figure an' felt that the oceans woul' best be served by some strange, enchanted star-creatures. I trusted 'cause he's, ya know, an Archmage. I doubted cause it sounded like a loon."

She follows the gaze out to sea, squinting against the shimmering lights. "Looks like somethin' is out there."

Telamon heaves a sigh. "Carver, the world is full of arseholes and lunatics. Wouldn't it be nice to have some people who are at least reasonable, even if they're different?" He looks at Skyler with a weary expression. "The explanation is somewhat complicated, but an old mentor of mine asked me to convey these... children to a place where they could hatch and mature. They're good folk, if... strange to our eyes."

How strange is about to be demonstrated, for the disturbance begins moving towards Simony with surprising speed. Water breaking over strange, disc-shaped bodies that begin to rise out of the water. One, then two, five, ten, twenty -- a veritable horde of bizarre creatures with the look of some kind of jellyfish. All crowding around Simony, touching her gently with tentacles and humming. Other words can be heard, in strange wispy voices. "Friend." "Mother." "Priestess." "Happy."

Eyes widening, Skyler nods slowly, eyes flicking all over the place with artful openness. And then there's a squinting grimace, as the subtext of it all hits and he begins to wonder about the long term consequences of *his* actions while he runs around attempting to just have fun. "I get it. Wow!"

Simony seems very pleased. "Oh goodness, you've grown so much! And look at how many there are of you! Well done!" Her expression grows sad. "Have you all returned? I hope the world has treated you well. I hope my blessing gave you succor in your darkest moments."

She makes a point of touching all of the creatures in turn, letting them come to her, and carefully patting their tentacles. Her head turns and she waves to the others. "Come and see!"

Carver crosses her arms, "It's not that I doubt they are kind. I jus' wonder what happens when something is added that fears no predator. Nothin' well for anythin' else what lives around it. Having said that, ocean is a large place... an' I trust you. Iffin' you say the risk is worth it, so be it." At Simony's offer she purses her lips thoughtfully.

She then lays her bow and bone-handled knife on the beach and wades out.

Indeed, there is a veritable -crowd- of the tentacled Watchlings now formed up on the beach in a happy, humming group. Over a hundred, one might say. It seems every hatchling survived their first year -- perhaps by sticking together.

Telamon just raises an eyebrow. "They will face predators far more dangerous than you'd think. They will train, and hunt the horrors from beyond -- fiends, aberrations, and monsters. Just like us. The ocean is just their first home."

Indeed, now the flumphs are hovering and floating about in the air, looking like gauzy kites or balloons, chittering back and forth. Finally, one seems to be chosen to speak, and it murmurs, "We know you, Simony Great Librarian. Some of us hear the voice of the Lore Master as well. We have endured, and grown, and are ready for our next adventure."

After a moment of thin lipped consideration, Skyler shakes his head with a pained wince for the effort to get his brain working hard. He carefully kicks off his boots, then the homeknit socks, tucking them in and shrugging out of his coat, buckler, and baldric to reveal the mithril ring shirt and snug pants. He walks on out, trusting that if fiends suddenly attack the others are more equipped to deal with it than he would be even fully armed. "Hello there! Family friend, nice to meet you."

"It's not that they do not fear, they are vulnerable when young, like we all are. They are powerful when they age. They're here to learn, and they will one day be this world's saving grace. Powerful heroes in their own right, and will take to the stars. And continue their cycle of life.", Simony says, to Carver and Skyler.

She seems surprised at what the chosen flumph says. "Some of you can hear Navos? You follow the gods?" This gives her great cheer, and she bursts into tears. "That lifts me up in a way... you have no idea how happy that makes me." A gesture is made to Telamon, Carver and Skyler.

"Telamon, the Archmage, whom knows your parent, or at least, your guardian. Carver, a ranger, one with nature, whom might be of interest to you, armed with knowledge you might seek. And Skyler. Ah uhm... a dandy?"

"Tel. You do enchantments, don't you?" She looks back to the floating horde around her. "If you are to adventure... allow me to renew my blessing. As well... stick around for a time. I have a gift, something all new explorers should have."

Carver fingerwaves in imitation to their stalks, and like Skyler, unarmed. Simony's reaction to the creature feels too meaningful to contnue to hold onto her doubt, so she just nods. "Might knows a thing or two, especially about abberations an' the dead." She looks over to Skyler. "Heh, Dandy."

Telamon shakes his head at Simony. "Afraid not. I can recommend a few folks, but my magical creation skills are limited to draughts and liquors." He steps deftly out of his boots, and walks down into the water as well to greet the flumphs.

For their part, the flumphs surround the four, never crowding but always watching with their eyestalks, as if enthralled by the people here. "Some of us hear his call. Others, the Great Mother, or the Watchful Mistress, or even the Cosmic King." The speaker bobs a little in the air. "We will accept your blessing, Simony. And your counsel. All of you, for we wish to help you."

"I'm a soon to be member of the Society of Dapper Dagger Dames and Gentleman Adventurers." Skyler supplies helpfully, at first with a scowl at Simony and Carver that melts into a broad grin and a sweeping bow including doffing of an imaginary hat. It's done courtly, the effortlessness of a lower ranking noble that was trained since childhood. "And I'm ticklish." Beat. "And I don't mean that as in please do, ok?"

"Oh Navos, Lore Master and Raven-keeper. Invest in this small body a mote of your divinity. Grant me a boon, and bless those gathered here a long and fruitful life. Grant us the blessing of your wisdom, and curiosity and strength to always look forward. Grant us the courage to do what is right."

She turns to the flumphs gathered in the water

"Honoured ones, I know that you can hear me, and understand me. You have been free, and remain free. I ask you once more, to go out and learn all that you can. Your task is a daunting one, your journey long. In your darkest hours, I pray that you find the light in others, and that your finest hours will be in the service of others. I once said that others would move mountains, slay evil and rescue you. You are now ready to do the same for others. I wish you all a long life, a full life."

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A Gift Lost to the Shadows

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Telamon: Created page with "Sage Orum's Plaza, midmorning It is a gloriously bright winter morning, blue sky as far as the eye can see though the cold north wind is having its way with anyone up and about this early on Ceriday, which to be fair, in this part of town, comprises of a couple of students leaning on each other was they do the drunkard's walk, presumably heading back to their dorms, and a rather despondent looking giant of a giantborn, who is standing outside the library. Presumably he..."

Sage Orum's Plaza, midmorning

It is a gloriously bright winter morning, blue sky as far as the eye can see though the cold north wind is having its way with anyone up and about this early on Ceriday, which to be fair, in this part of town, comprises of a couple of students leaning on each other was they do the drunkard's walk, presumably heading back to their dorms, and a rather despondent looking giant of a giantborn, who is standing outside the library.

Presumably he has been there a very long time, as he is dusted with snow on his copious mane and broad, red-tinged shoulders, like some too-realistic statue. Further inspection carries the metaphor even further, as he looks properly despondent as a black raven, wearing a rather incongrous bow-tie (perhaps linked to the performers who frequent the Plaza?) seems to caw nonstop at the all-but-intert half-giant.

Abruptly, the library doors swing open, and a much more reasonably-sized humanoid wrapped in a long leather coat with a broad brimmed hat on his head strides out. Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon is always dressed to the nines, and this morning is no different; an oruch frostrider coat that hangs down to his calves, his hat festooned with a large, outrageous violet feather. Beneath, he wears a white wool tunic and leather trousers, and a haversack is strapped across his shoulder and rests at his hip.

The sorcerer-archmage actually looks to be in good spirits, his step quick as he grins tightly. "I cannot -wait- to try a couple of these..." he says to himself, before pausing and tilting his head. As if hearing something. Then the cawing impinges on his awareness and he looks around, catching sight of the unhappy looking giantborn and his mouthy companion. He pauses, opening his mouth, then stops again, looking confused, before he starts walking towards Kaj.

A large, red Alduuli is folded into the snow, almost dozing despite the cold. Perhaps the blanket and strange barding it wears is enchanted against such mundane concerns like freezing weather or layers of softly packed snow. Cuddled into, with her head resting on its flank, is a huddled mass of furs in the rough silhouette of Carver.

Like her mount, she should suffer against the common concerns of men like body temperature. She does not seem to be worried at all. She may have even be ready to doze off at the feet of some ancient monument to a legendary hero until suddenly; CAW!

She grimaces, cracking open an eye and observing the looming meeting between Giantborn and Archmage.

It's not Kaj that notices that the Dandy Sorcerer has focused his attention on him, but Shard, the raven. As it does so, it caws some more, though Kaj seems to be completely away with the fairies. Wherever his mind has wandered to, his response is not fast enough for Shard, who goes from cawing to a flying 'attack' at Kaj's face to get the colossus to react.

Kaj, startled, takes a step back and, surprisingly perhaps even to the jaded heroes of Alexandria, his mane seems to come to life, extending in all directions in slithering coils--some sort of defensive mechanism. Even more oddly, the hair changes colour, going bone-white, though the giantborn regains control before swatting at his dearest friend and finally turns his attention to Telamon, smiling shyly down (down down) at the Arch-sorcerer.

"Lord Telamon?" he asks, his voice an octave deeper than the deepest human register.

It brings something to Telamon's mind: Slixvah, and her feathers. The archmage pauses as Shard -- ah, that's his name -- gets the giant's attention, letting him settle down before speaking. Having to crane his head up at the giantborn (good gods what did they feed this man? Enlarge potions?).

"My wife and little brother have spoken of you. You would be Kaj." It's not a question. "Why are you standing out here with such a sad expression, friend? Your companion Shard," he gestures to the raven, and there's a palmful of dried fruits in his hand, "seems worried about you."

Tel pauses. "Alright, I am not having this conversation where I have to put a crick in my neck to do it." Deliberately, he puts one foot up, like he's starting to ascend a flight of stairs, except nothing's there. But...

He doesn't fall. Instead, he 'walks' upward, till his eyes are roughly on a level with Kaj's. "Better. Now, what troubles you, sir?"

There is a puff of powder. Carver powers from her prone position with a swing of her hips, knife in hand, misconstruing the Mountain's hair folly-cles as an attack, bone-handled knife in her hand within a heartbeat. Her companion rises as well, a literal hill of soft snow sloughing off as it shakes itself free from the stupor of a drowsy day.

Oh. No one's under attack. She grumbles as she shoves the knife back to her belt, turning to Deathless to brush free the lingering snow, but keeping an eye on the conversing pair.

Directly in proportion to Telamon's altitude a half smile grows on the lips of the scarred and painted giantborn.

"Eaten. I was eaten." He frowns, "My god-sister found a way back, but not all of me." He sounds truly despondent. "I am voiceless and stone-headed to my brothers and sisters!" Poor Kaj, he's on the edge. In fact, he's so despondent he doesn't even think twice as he tries to grab Telamon's biceps, his hands looking big enough to engulf half the half-elf's arms each, "The priests talk of fate, Telamon-arch, but perhaps you can speak of rectification?" he booms again.

The Goblin floats downwards on the breeze, bundled up in leathers and furs. She seems completely unperturbed at falling from the sky, but the view is impressive at least.

It is very obvious when Murder spots Kaj, though the squeak is lost in the wind, her toothy grin is obvious, as well, she adjusts her attitude and pulls her little body into a thin, arrow like shape. Her downwards velocity increases.

"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAJJJJJJJ!!"

Her yell echoes off the nearby university buildings, and at the very last moment she yells something in Goblin-talk...

Her fall stops immediately, and she floats gently downwards like a feather, to plop down atop the Giantborn's head, looking very pleased with herself.

Telamon blinks as Kaj grabs his arms. Something stirs in his memory, though, and instead of struggling he just lets the giantborn hold onto him, as he hovers. He does blink as Murder lands on Kaj's head, and he can't help but grin. "Hello, Murder. Is Kaj a friend of yours as well? He looks like he needs a few. Friends, that is."

He glances over as Carver scrambles to her feet, and gives her a brief smile. All is well, his expression says, and then he turns his full attention to Kaj... meeting the giantborn's stare with his own calm, starry gaze.

"I have been dead before. If briefly. I have endured, and prospered. Calm yourself, Kaj. What was, lies in the past -- but what might be, well, that is for you to decide." The sorcerer looks sympathetically at the giantborn. "I am the guardian of travelers at night -- that doesn't just apply to the evening, but anyone who faces a dark road. Will you explain what haunts you?"

Carver simply nods, expression a mask of austere anxiety beneath the striking colors of warpaint and achromatic snow. The last of the lingering white is tossed off of Deathless with one last shake, the Alduuli nudging at her with the nose. Eager. For something. Nudges again. Carver's mask breaks with a smile, gap-tooth and all, reaching to feed her companion.

All is well, says the Archmage. All is well. Murder-Hat only makes her *slightly* anxious. Everyone knows Murder.

Kaj pauses, still clamped onto Telamon's arms, looking like he wants to shake him until some magic pixie dust comes loose and solves all his problems. But the calming words of the charismatic sorcerer have roughly the same effect, if not in outcome, at least in terms of getting through.

The coincidence of Carver speaking to her horse and also calming him down seems to also reach Kaj, who nods and is about to say something when Murder airdrops into the snaking mass of hair-vines.

The half smile briefly turns into a full one, especially as Telamon greets her, Kaj's hair-vines cradling the goblin and bringing her into a smothering hair-powered chest hug. But he's still in a state and his grip doesn't lessen.

"A few tense and emotion-filled heartbeats later, "Yes," says Kaj, locking onto some helpful thought or feeling, as another deep breath is taken, leading to the grip loosening a touch.

Murder grins at Telamon and Carver from her lofty perch. She acks a moment later as Kaj's animated hair captures her. She squirms and flails at it, and ooooooofs as she's hugged to Kaj's chest.

"Hi Kaj! Ooof." A little hand pats at a massive pec. "You doing okay, buddy? What's goin' on?"

As Kaj begins to come down -- or rather, rise up -- from his despair, Telamon offers a reassuring smile. "I've been a counselor more than a few times. Guided my friends as best I can -- though I'm not perfect and I rarely have all the answers."

As Murder is cuddled like a rather unusual teddy bear, Telamon feels Kaj's grip slacken. He glances down at the man's hands and grins at him in a cheeky expression. "Is this what they mean by 'shaking someone down'?" He slips one arm free, but lets Kaj hold onto the other. "You're clearly distraught. This isn't a surprise. Returning from the Halls of Waiting isn't a good trip -- even if you have friends and family to return to, and tasks still to do. I know I didn't enjoy it much. But tell me what you find lacking, sir."

Carver mounts Deathless in one smooth, unbothered motion. Like she was born there, learned to ride before she walked. Ect, ect. With just the press of her legs, the red Alduuli pushes forward, joining the strange cast of people that gathered here on the university grounds. "Iffin' you don't mind? I overheard." She looks at least a little embarrassed to be eavesdropping.

Deathless does something that steals her words. Her eyebrows go up in surprise. Without her bidding, the horse brushes their mane to Kaj. In sympathy unspoken for things that can no longer be spoken.

Carver says, “She... never does that. My apologies.”

That's the drop that spills the bucket, so to speak--upon the horse's gesture registering, Kaj releases Telamon and places both hands on the neck of the steed, gently. He speaks quietly to her in Jotun, heartbreak in his voice.

Kaj says "I had words for you before, Plains-sister, but they have been taken from me..." <jotun>

The Goblin pats Kaj a bit more, before squirming and worming her way through the mass of animated hair. She finally reaches his shoulder, and Murder perches there. "Telamon is a good person, he'll do right by you, don't you worry. What is troubling you?" She bares her arms, and flexes them, "Need someone beat up?"

Her legs are pulled up under her as she settles in crosslegged. "But seriously, what is troubling you, Kaj?"

Her ears perk up at the Jotun being spoken, her head tilted to one side.

The expression of confusion on Telamon's face is actually kind of funny. He's so used to knowing what other people are saying, that the experience of -not- understanding is a novel one for him. But it's clearly meaningful for Kaj, and so Telamon lets the giantborn talk to the horse. Looking over his head at Carver, the sorcerer shrugs a bit. Whatever helps the fellow.

His gaze moves back to Murder, and he smiles at the gobber. "I hope all is well with you? I was in the library, picking up a few scrolls I'd commissioned from their records." He grins broadly. "I may not be able to cast them often, but I do enjoy having some extra options..."

Carver blinks, watching Kaj as the Giantborn and Deathless share a moment. Her expression smooths. She didn't quite grasp the meaning, surely, but the meaningfulness was made. After another moment, "What did you say?" Deathless finally unbows her head, giving a shake, ears twitching.

Murder giggles lightly at Telamon's comfusion, and then nods to the sorcerer when he speaks about having more options. She shrugs out of her backpack and begins to pull things out of it. "Scrolls of shield, mage armor, magic missile, and endure elements. Potions of healing in three different flavours... I like cherry the best." Then antitoxins, antiplagues, tindertwigs, a healer's kit, sneezing powder..

The Goblin squints and sniffs at that. Her noses wrinkles up and she sneezes loudly several times in a row. "Gah... yep, still works! Lessee... alchemist's fire, wand of ear piercing scream, wand of Gnomish fireworks... wand of flame, I ought to use this again... oh, my Goblin army knife!"

She's got a lot of junk in this here backpack.

As Kaj murmurs to the horse, Telamon makes a gesture to Carver. "Let him be. Sometimes you have to let them talk it out of them. Lana always said one of the best things about Pothy was that she can tell him anything -- even back when he -couldn't- talk back to her." He rolls his eyes. "Of course nowadays, you can't make him be quiet, but such is life."

Murder rummaging in her pack draws a grin from Telamon. "I had to do that a while back. Sort through my haversack. Gods, I had a fistful of various alchemical toys -- the shopkeeper in Ylvaliel offered me a deal on a variety pack." He looks rueful. "I've never even used some of it. Still... I also keep a bag of scrolls, and some potions at hand. Adventurers just tend to collect things."

"Right." Carver says, watching Kaj for another minute before stepping off Deathless. Murder taking inventory only distracts her for another minute, before she gives a shake of her head. "Actually, it occurs to me, these snows seem to have brought forth a great increase of otherworldly intrusions. I can't in good faith say it is more than in the past. Did it start shortly after that Lich that your wife fought at the Felwood, Archmage?"

"When you're as old as I am, yeah, you tend to collect a lotta stuff!", the Goblin says with a grin. "Is it a reflection of good character when I can honestly say none of this stuff was looted from anywhere or anyone? I bought, or was rewarded it in person, all of this stuff."

She reaches up to tap was looks like a barrette in her hair... and all of her furs and leathers vanish, replaced by silver and gold chainmail. "Even this hat of disguise."

Murder eyes Carver for a moment, her eyes shifting to take in Telamon a moment before the Goblin shrugs. "No. The area has always had otherworldly intrusions. I mean, the Felwood has been a thing for the longest time, and even after they shut the tear, the hole... there have still been demons and other otherworldly things about. I know, I've been here a while.. foiled Asumit's plan to overwhelm the city with demons. Fought everything from Vrocks to arch-ducks and more."

His hands still gently playing with the horse's mane, Kaj speaks again, "Imagine speaking all the languages in the world, and then they are gone."He shakes his head, "Is there any path to understanding? Did I lose that gift in the Shadows?"

Telamon looks sympathetically to Kaj. He has no idea what, if anything, he might have left behind in the Halls. But what if it had been something integral to him, like his magic? The sorcerer places a hand on Kaj's shoulder. "Maybe. But what once was might still be again. Come, Kaj. Let's go find some place warm, with good food. The world is fickle, but it can be encouraged in certain ways to find other paths."

Telamon's eyes move to Murder and Carver. "Please, come with us. The more friends, the better." His gaze becomes cheerful. "There's a wonderful place on the south side of the district, seafood in a Jade Islands style. Just the thing to banish the chill and remind you of the wonders life can offer."

GAME: Murder rolls acrobatics: (18)+22: 40

Murder looks at Kaj a moment, her eyes narrowing. She tilts her head to Telamon then, and looks back to Kaj. "If I have to, I will go down to Vardama's Hall and get it back personally. I had you raised, and there were promises made. If you are missing something... I'll get it back."

With a few quick motions, her things are stuffed back into her backpack, and leaps from the Giantborn's shoulder. A couple of somersaults are done before she sticks the landing with aplomb. Her stomach gurgles.

"If you're buying, I'm eatin'!"

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2025-02-26T12:01:19Z

Telamon:

Pursuit Through Dreams

2025-02-22T18:28:17Z

Telamon: Created page with "Shining Chalice Meetinghouse, midday It's been a couple days since the dust-up in the Observatory. Once Telamon had recovered from being rather unceremoniously forced back in his pursuit of Idoren, he had simply told the others he would 'be in touch' -- before stepping through a gate, and vanishing. And now letters have gone out to those involved, and a couple others, asking them to meet with the archmage at the Shining Chalice meetinghouse. A familiar place for some,..."

Shining Chalice Meetinghouse, midday

It's been a couple days since the dust-up in the Observatory. Once Telamon had recovered from being rather unceremoniously forced back in his pursuit of Idoren, he had simply told the others he would 'be in touch' -- before stepping through a gate, and vanishing.

And now letters have gone out to those involved, and a couple others, asking them to meet with the archmage at the Shining Chalice meetinghouse. A familiar place for some, well-built and wrapped with spells -- after all, it's a nest of sorcerers.

Simony arrives a little early, and though she seems timid inside this place, she does know her way around. At least, the room she was instruct to go to is familiar to her. She knocks lightly, before peeking her head in the door and peering around.

One of the first to arrive is a woman with jet-black straight hair that falls to her shoulders wearing a tunic and pants that match one another in Eluna's colors. Pale cream and silver suit her darker skin tone and make her dark eyes shimmer. She enters and nods to Telamon politely, "Amenara Paki. You sent for me."

Already inside is one Skyler Skywalker in his great coat and mithril, sword across his back juuust in case. He is, in classic Skyler fashion, telling an animated story about a goat, a block of cheese, and three shells. But despite *looking* as thoughtlessly casual as he usually is, Telamon at least knows him well enough to see the subtle signs of it being an act. Especially after the rather uncharacteristic outburst that caused this whole thing to go so far south so quick.

"... And that's when I told him, that's not my mom. That's a *goat*!" He says, chuckling before nodding at the new arrivals, adding, "Oh! Jarik sends his regards, but he said there was some witchy-thing he had to do out in the woods. Something about dancing clad in the sky? I think he just needs some time to himself." He scratches his jaw, "I know I'm pretty easy-going so don't know why he'd want solitude, but I promised I'd keep him in the loop."

Carver has a knife! She's not using it on anyone. She's whittling, her knife a tool rather than a weapon, carving art from imagination and a piece of basswood; steel forming shape. What little debris she makes gathers at her lap to be disposed. Mages do not care for your messes to become their problems. Other way around is usually socially acceptable.

As Skyler's story comes to its conclusion, she looks up as the priestess introduces herself, tucking her distractions away with a heavy exhale. Simple was over.

The sitting room is well furnished, with comfortable chairs, a sideboard with plenty of snacks and tea... mage-lamps lighting the room, a fire stoked in the fireplace, and an animated painting of a mountainside, clouds flowing past. Very soothing, really.

Telamon himself is dressed in his usual -- a tunic that shifts somewhere between dark blue and deep violet, depending on the angle, over black leather riding trousers and well-made boots. His expression... well, it's not the thunderous one he wore two days ago, but it's still a trifle grim. He takes a sip of tea to steady himself, and nods politely to Amenara.

"I have unearthed some information. First: Skyler, everything you said... was true." Telamon's expression is faintly sickened. "I did some... corroboration, in the libraries. The Golden Songbird, the Brazen Genie, the King in Orichalcum Rags... the practice has a couple names." His eyes flick around, pausing on Amenara. "My esteemed colleague from the temple probably recognizes what I speak of."

"Second, our quarry has relocated. So far I have not pinpointed his location, but he is having a tower constructed -- with Nemenba's powers, of course. Somewhere quite sunny, sandy, and warm. Veyshan, perhaps -- if he can pass Nemenba off as a bound genie, he won't draw much attention."

Amenara takes a seat, listening to Telamon's words and nodding when he directs his words toward her. "Indeed I am familiar with the practice. It is one of the reasons that I offered to assist with this. Such a practice... And that which comes of it should not be allowed to simply fall into the hands of someone like Idoren." She frowns.

The Goblin finds the snacks before Telamon begins to speak, and has settled herself in time to pull out her notebook and pencil. She offers Amenara Paki a polite nod, Simony's robes marking her as a Temperance of Navos. Carver and Skyler get a polite, finger-wiggle wave as a greeting.

She sips daintily at some tea, her pencil wiggling back and forth. Her brow furrows as she listens to Telamon, her initial confusion slowly vanishing as things become clear.

"It is a horrifying practice. Did you wish me to employ the gifts Navos has imparted to me, to try and scry his location?"

Skyler's expression goes from playfully vapid to serious in an instant when Telamon speaks, his own eyes hard as jade as he nods slowly, grimly. "Carver's the one that sussed out what he was. I've left notices with the other people that were on the mission with me to acquire the box of bones." He scrubs his face, "In hindsight, and after talking to Jarik? I think I was a little... hasty... in my actions confronting the bastard."

He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and letting it out, adding to Simony as he pats his coat, "I still have his hair, if it will be useful? Part of my education as nobility included the basics of arcana, but I was never a good study." He scratches his jaw a touch self-consciously, "Never had much of a head for books, and absolutely zero inborn talent or call to the divine."

"I don't suppose the Knights of Daeus, theys offer assistance?" Carver asks, stepping forward with the others. "I guess it's not like they keep their blood, so they can track, but this man... the arrogance to build a tower to house his sin using stolen power?" She almost spits. She swallows it with a grimace when she looks to the two priestess and the glamored sorcerer. "Arrogance will be his downfall, yous can tell he's never had to hide himself. Too much glory seeking."

She shifts her weight, anxious. Like she's already on the hunt. "So if do not have a lead, are you jus' seeking assistance in narrowing down where they might be?"

"A little of both, Carver." Telamon rubs his chin. "I don't want to try and jump there only to get bounced back like I did. So I need to aim a little ways off -- but to do that I need to know where he is, roughly. That may mean scouting out the locale. Has he made promises to a nearby township? Offered them Nemenba's services? I doubt it myself, but he can't hide forever."

"Which is where you come in, Simony. My answer to you is yes. I want to know at least roughly where he is. My -guess- is that he's in Veyshan somewhere, but I don't -know- that. I need to be sure. The last thing I need is to stumble into a mess with one or more of the local nobles."

"I need to do some preparations to be certain that I can do what needs doing once you return with Nemenba." The archmage Amenara nods to Telamon here. "Thus I will have to entrust his rescue to you. I will caution you that the box that his bones are held within may be powerfully warded to avoid tampering however."

f"I will try to remotely view him and his location.", the Goblin replies to Telamon. She squints at Skyler. "You kept the hair you yanked from his head?" Simony blinks a few times, before her eyebrows rise up. She looks to Telamon and then Amenara.

"Is Nemenba dead? Would it be possible to resurrect him? Or perhaps call upon a deity to intervene? It would be pretty efficient to both remove him from his current situation as well as restoring him to his mortal self.'

"I've done some weird shit in my life, ma'am." Skyler says to Simony, waving a hand dismissively, "That wasn't even top ten. He took a link from my mithril shirt, so I took some of his hair."

Which begs the question was *is* his top ten stupidest things he's kept? Is it the possibly cursed Pothy he cut a hole in and stuffed with salt and holy water? Is it the hair plucked from a genie? Or is something no one else has seen, something so bizarre and outrageous that even the shameless young swashbuckler would never show it to anyone else? Only the Gods know... if them.

Why did you cut a hole into Pothy?

"I know that the boy, he reached out in the past to seek some aid from others like Skyler here. I don't suppose that will be possible now, iffin' the master has become more paranoid." Shame. Passively waiting for more information when you have no trail to follow? If it could be relied on, it would make all their lives much easier. "Findin' him, great. I agree that shoul' be the first task but how do you take him down. I assume this genie? He's not the likes of which you put an arrow in and then your life is easy. If he could say no to you following them that easily? That his powers are more than otherworldly. Theys... uh, mmm, trans-end-ent?" She chokes out that final expression with a grimace. It might have caused her physical pain.

"I jus' don't know how to overcome that."

Telamon just... eyes Skyler, but then shrugs. "I don't think it's useless. If nothing else, the hair gives us a tangible link to Nemenba. Could be useful for any number of things, not just scrying. We might be able to fashion a counter-ward against his powers."

The half-sil nods to Amenara. "With any luck, we can deliver the box and Ni'essa can light our path. I dearly hope we can free the lad. What was done to him was... appalling."

He sighs at Simony. "It's... not that easy. Nemenba is... not really dead, or alive. He's transformed into something akin to a genie, bound to his remains and the box. There's some distinct similarities -- assuming you can stomach the research -- with how a wizard might become a lich." His expression is sour. "That's also why Idoren fled. It's a lot harder to bring down a god's displeasure when the subject isn't in front of you."

"I doubt a simple resurrection would bring Nemenba back to life." The woman archmage says. "But either way, learning more would be helpful to us. I encourage you to learn as much about Idoren's plans as possible, so that he can be brought to justice." Amenara smiles a little bit.

"You can run from a lot of things, but the Gods? They'll always get you in the end." Skyler says grimly, eyes hard as ice, "And their justice is quite a bit more definitive than any court of law."

He reaches into his coat, pulling a small glass vial out with hairs in it, the entire thing sealed with wax. He sets it down on the nearest surface, adding, "Probably best you keep it, Telamon. Now that the bastard knows I have it, he might try to take it." He juts his chin out stubbornly. "Since it's important and totally useful." That's said as much to convince himself as it is the others.

The Goblin simply stares at Skyler for several long moments, her pencil continuing to write out the minutes of the meeting. She tilts her head to Carver and nods. "We are all in the same boat, as they say. For now. But with hard work we'll figure out how to overcome that."

Looking to Telamon, Simony lets out a sigh. "I was afraid that you were going to say that. However.." She glances to Amenara. "A miracle is more than a simple resurrection. Something to keep in mind." Another glance to Telamon. "Should I try now?"

"I know all yous might not like this, but isn't destroyin' the box the right answer?" Carver says. "He's... ah, he's not right. I met him, he seemed like a sweet boy, but he's not. Or not jus' a sweet boy. He's powerful in ways mortals can't or maybe even shouldn't be. He's not of this world in anyway what coul' be called natural." She gives Telamon a look, which expresses maybe such thoughts might apply to the Archmage. You don't earn titles like that by holding power lightly. "I suppose it's not just as simple as all that."

Her implied question is not voiced, for fear Simony will scratch it down. How do you discuss in good faith killing someone, or something if you're as cynical as she pretends to be, without coming off as the villian. The hair is handed off. Her eyes go to Simony who will be their eyes into distant lands.

Telamon considers, before sliding the vial over to Simony. "Try to get a bigger picture if you can, Simony. Landmarks, towns, that sort of thing. I want to know if Idoren's completely dependent on Nemenba or if he's going some place for supplies." He smirks. "Knowing Idoren, my guess is he's not -too- far from civilization. He always struck me as the sort who loved to brag, and loved his creature comforts."

His eyes move to Carver's, and his expression is kind. "I agree with you, but it might not be as simple as hitting it with an axe till it breaks. We have to unravel the ritual that binds Nemenba, and that's best done in the Temple. I'm not happy this involves so many extra steps, but it's necessary."

GAME: Simony rolls spellcraft: (19)+13: 32

Her small hand closes around the vial of stolen genie hairs. "I will do my best, Tel. But as you might guess, it will possibly quite difficult. He's likely in a location I am not familiar with. Warded, quite likely."

She settles back in her chair, setting her pencil down. Her eyes close and a faint glow appears around her briefly.

"Well. He is not close enough, or he is in a place totally alien to me.", she says with a frown, her eyes popping open.

"I will have to change my prayers this evening, and gird myself with stronger scrying spells in the morn. Is that acceptable?"

Amenara hums as Simony's spell fails. "This is not surprising given the nature of that spell, however scrying may not work either. Nemenba likely has wardings to prevent one from scrying upon him, and the man controlling him at the moment may be either under them as well or simply... too powerful to scry so simply."

Telamon taps his fingertips on the table, watching Simony. There's an aspect of... caution, protectiveness, as the little priestess tries to locate Nemenba. At Simony's pronouncement, and Amenara's words, Telamon nods.

"When I sought Idoren, it was from the Castle." Simony and Carver, of course, know what castle he means. "Which might explain why I could find him. Still... wards must be renewed. He will make a mistake. And then he will be caught. I need to think, and review my options."

"I remember that," Carver says, as Telamon reminds her of the castle. It's why it's hard to imagine Telamon as a normal fella. He's got dream fortresses, where they have tea with celestials... and other things? "He will slip. His arrogance is th' only thing that shadows his incompetence." Maybe that's harsh. If anyone deserves it though, it's a man like Idoren.

She looks to Simony, "An' you'll find 'em. I know't."

"It is still worth attempting, however.", Simony says in reply to Amenara. And she grins at Telamon. "Especially if we try it from a different perspective. If I may use your castle to work from, Telamon?" She rolls her shoulders in a shrug. "If it fails, it fails, and we can tick that off our list of things to do. I shall also look into the uh... process used to make him what he is now. Perhaps there is a clue in there to unravelling what was done, or a means to find him." She holds up the vial for Telamon to take back. "We may have need of this. You should keep it safe.'

Simony offers up a smile to Carver. "I appreciate your confidence, Carver."

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2025-02-22T18:27:45Z

Telamon:

Mages of Daeus

2025-02-15T16:11:02Z

Telamon: Created page with "Shining Chalice Observatory, evening It's later in the evening at the observatory. Someone - an individual listed as Aniutiom on the delivery, had called for several bottles of expensive champagne to be delivered to the Shining Chalice, and has yet to show up for them. Some members here and there of various other organizations have been asked to pick up the slack and carry boxes containing the champagne as well as a few other items that are... apparently incoming that a..."

Shining Chalice Observatory, evening

It's later in the evening at the observatory. Someone - an individual listed as Aniutiom on the delivery, had called for several bottles of expensive champagne to be delivered to the Shining Chalice, and has yet to show up for them. Some members here and there of various other organizations have been asked to pick up the slack and carry boxes containing the champagne as well as a few other items that are... apparently incoming that are also being delivered.

It's someone's problem that's for sure, but so far it's not Aniutiom's.

Needless to say, this has not pleased Telamon. While expensive champagne is of course something to enjoy, he's a bit bemused that it was delivered here, of all places. The name on the invoice, however, -really- curled his expression into a sour note. "Idoren Aniutiom. Just who I want darkening the door of the Observatory." He briefly contemplates moving the material elsewhere 'for safe keeping' -- and with Telamon, that could be a LOT of places.

He sighs, raking a hand back through his hair as he watches the couriers bring boxes in. "Master Aniutiom and I are going to have a little -talk- when he gets here. This isn't a warehouse," he mutters out loud.

Carver was pulled for an easy job, and for once, it seems an easy job. She does not look too deeply into the matter, nor does she have the local or arcane knowledge to understand how odd the request might be. To her, the Chalice is well-known enough to be a recognizable name and not have more than the most basic knowledge of its purpose. Who is she to question the delivery of expensive libations? She liked beer more anyway.

She sets down another of the crate, treating it with care, reaching up to stretch her arms waaaaaay up high. She can feel the stitch in her back already. Maybe she was carrying it with slightly too much care.

That's *precisely* the moment that one Skyler Skywalker, Ex-Skypirate and current candidate for the Society of Dagger Dames and Gentleman Adventurers pops seemingly out of nowhere, carrying a series of boxes stacked and strapped to his back like a certain trash-collector in a movie with David Bowie in tights.

If you know, you know.

"Hi, Tal!" The swashbuckler greets with a broad grin that falters slightly when a box threatens to spill over, "I have a case of champagne, some greenish cookies from a rather... ahem... mellow druid halfling, and the half-dozen Owlbear meat pies that were ordered!" He beams, and adds, "Hullo, Carver! You working this job too? I heard someone crying in the marketplace about a crate of silk restraints that got wet."

Eztli had no clue how she got roped into helping carrying crates. Likely just to help Carver out. The small makari had two large crates balanced in her arms that she was carrying up to the building. Or at least she had been, but circumstances led to her pausing to look at Carver. "Seems like a lot of alcohol for an observatory, usually people here want to focus more clearly on objects, not make them more blurry."

It is at this point, that one Master Aniutiom himself enters. His scruffy black hair tucked under his huge blue hat marked with the symbol of Daeus on it. His similarly trademark blue robes. Even a long red scarf as a counterpoint as he strides into the observatory as though he owns it. "Are we going to have a talk Archmage Atlon?" He arches a dark eyebrow at the other mage.

Behind him is another much younger man in robes more of a Veyshanti type rather than the sort that a mage might wear. Clean, comfortable-looking, and uncircumspect. The young man keeps his dark eyes down as he carries a book of some kind in his hands as well as a quill. His pale complexion seems out-of-place with his attire.

Telamon catches sight of some familiar faces, and raises a hand to them in greeting, trying to shift his expression to something a bit less... irritable. "Good evening, Carver, Skyler, Eztli. I'm afraid I'm not sure what it's about myself, although I can venture some guesses." He smirks at Eztli's little joke. "Indeed. That's usually how it works."

Aniutiom's entrance doesn't make Telamon any happier -- he's trying to remain polite, but it's hard even for him. Telamon's eyes flick past Aniutiom to his companion, then back again. "That depends," he says evenly. "For starters, Master Turow thought you were coming here for study. If you wanted to rent a festhall for an evening -- or more -- I could've recommended a few to you." His voice never changes tone, but he regards Aniutiom with a disapproving stare (one he copied from his mother). "What's the occasion?"

"That's what I thought as well, yet, here we's are, carryin' crates of fancy wines and cakes." Carver says with a laugh, "Leas' it's all of it now, so we can prep to head home." The familiar faces are taken in with a nod before trouble sweeps in with their fine perfumed robes. She helps Eztli place the last of the boxes down. "Guess wizard-types aren't as much a rock-solid brotherhood theys sometime wish it was."

"I figured it was an orgy or something." Skyler says cheerfully, and squints at the young man in the Veyshanti robes, his pale skin, and youth compared to the other mage. "Or maybe just a romantic marathon?"

He leans in to Aniutiom, one hand going behind his shoulder to keep herb-laced cookies from falling onto the ground from where they're perched in their little basket. "Good on you, sir. It's a rare archmage that realizes all the magic in the world is meaningless without someone to polish your magic wand." He gives two thumbs up, before reaching back to catch a cookie that does, indeed, tumble out, "I think it's sweet." That's said louder for the entire group, even as he ducks down to set down his boxes and baskets, "I mean, if I'm reading it wrong and it *is* a group activity, I apologize for jumping to conclusions, but you do make a cute couple."

"I understand bringing food out here at least, guess there are worse places to have a party though, all things considered." Eztli chuckled back. "Nah, Telamon doesn't seem too pleased, so I take it that this is, well, there's more to this than expected."

"Did we make a mistake bringing this stuff over here? I can load it back up, if need be.

The mage blinks at Skyler and colors, distracted effectively from answering Telamon as he'd been about to. "Excuse me sir. This is an event for the Mages of Daeus. We're celebrating a years-long expedition into unknown territory being finally successful." He sniffs and steps pointedly away from Skyler, looking less than pleased, but turns his attention to Telamon. "Master Turow is not a member, but was kind enough to allow us the use of this beautiful space to view the sun and stars as we wish during our celebration. These things are merely a token of our celebration There is no mistake."

Behind Aniutiom, the young man is staring intently at Skyler as if trying to get his attention without being noticed.

GAME: Skyler rolls Sense Motive: (2)+10: 12

GAME: Telamon rolls detectBS: aliased to sense motive: (10)+29: 39

GAME: Carver rolls sense motive: (4)+3: 7

When Aniutiom turns to rebuke Skyler, Telamon barely keeps from laughing out loud at the swashbuckler's sally. He manages to get his expression back in order by the time the other mage turns back to him, thankfully without having to chew on his lower lip. "Truly? I look forward to seeing the account once it's been published. It's a wondrous thing to increase the sum total of knowledge."

"That being said, though..." Telamon reaches down to pull out one of the bottles of champagne, and raises an eyebrow. "This is quite a token. I know this vintage, and it compares quite favorably to teymdara -- even elven connoisseurs respect it. You must have discovered something remarkable." His eyes flick ever so briefly past Aniutiom to his younger companion, and back again.

Despite what people assume, Skyler is a pretty perceptive person with a certain wisdom reminiscent of the wise fool used in some schools of divination to symbolize a wisdom of naivity, of throwing caution to the wind and ignoring conventional wisdom. Everyone in the room has seen it at one point or another, the redhead's almost shocking perceptiveness and ability to read people. Unfortunately, when the young man stares at him in an attempt to get his attention without being noticed, Skyler is too caught up in the moment to realize what's going on. Pale grey-green eyes are bright and friendly, but the read on the companion just slides off the man's smooth brain.

"That's not a no." Skyler mutters under his breath even as his brow furrows at the stare, glancing behind him as if seeing what the young man is staring at. He then raises his eyebrows, and glances down to make sure his trousers are buttoned. Absently, to Eztli and Carver and (somewhat) Telamon, he adds, louder if a bit hesitantly, "Praise Daeus? I ate one of these cookies once and woke up wearing my pants as a hat."

"They can pay me to carry the boxes back out, iffin' they want... otherwise, nope." Carver asides to Eztli with a helpless shrug, not understanding the assorted side-eyeing. Or understanding the social norms well enough to understand some morales are being stretched. Or even outright broken?

The forest, for all its windy trails, is less a maze than the great Game as it was. "'m surprised you wantin' to." There is one thing she catches. "Hey, Robes. What unknown territory?"

"Well, guess we aren't loading up the supplies again. Cheers for that, I'd say, wasn't asking you to work for free. What's that though? I thought you owned this place Telamon, how's it being rented out by someone else?"

"Ah, who cares what elven connoisseurs think is a good vintage. They think that alcohol is better because the dust has dust on it on the bottle, not because of anything useful like, you know, taste." The small makari snorts. "Still, seems like a decent enough reason for celebrating."

Aniutiom smiles a superior smile at Telamon. "Yes, it really was quite a find. We've been searching for years for some proof of our theories and finally it's borne fruit."

This gets a baleful glare from the young man who looks liable to jump Aniutiom and throttle him with his bare hands. Yet he doesn't. He just stands there and turns his hopeful-sad eyes on Skyler trying to mentally send the sky pirate a message that is so far as of yet not being received.

"As for explaining what it was..." The mage waves a hand carelessly at Carver. "It's not for the layman to know just yet. But soon it will better the lives of all and the Mages of Daeus shall have their day in the sun at long last."

GAME: Skyler rolls wisdom: (3)+2: 5

GAME: Skyler rolls wisdom: (11)+2: 13

"I've heard that before, Aniutiom. My personal favorite was when someone tried to redeem Ellran the Unlucky's recursive metamagic technique. He spent six weeks in the care of Althean clerics -- guess he was luckier than Ellran." Telamon's tone is mildly dismissive. "In any case, you have Master Turow's permission. Don't let things get out of hand. I don't want to find out one of your guests broke something while in a drunken stupor."

Tel gives Eztli an amused and annoyed look. "Oh, come -on-. Some liquors and spirits need time to properly mature -- and you can't speed up that process." He shakes his head, trying not to snicker at Skyler's comment.

At first, Skyler raises an eyebrow at the young man, pointing one finger at his own chest, and then at the young man, back to himself, then at the archmage, and waggles an eyebrow as if to ask 'you askin' me to join?'.

And then something seems to click, and Skyler's jaw clenches tight, all the humor evaporating from his face as his attention turns to Aniutiom. "Telamon." Skyler says quietly, voice flat and eyes harder than anyone in the room has ever seen before as he moves quickly to put himself near the young man, "Do you know what a 'Golden Songbird' is? If not, Carver can tell you, but I swear by the Gods themselves that we need to protect that young man. If that mage tries to take him, we need to do whatever it takes to prevent it."

GAME: Telamon rolls knowledge/religion: (6)+13: 19

GAME: Eztli rolls knowledge/religion: Trained Use Only: 0

Carver's eyes about roll out her head at the dismissive tone, turning back to Eztli. She might have been about to ask about setting time aside for dinner or even a discussion on what they'd want to eat. You hungry? Yeah, for what? Mmmm, no not that...

Everyone knows this age-old trope. Still, it's not her name that catches her attention. It's the off-color(heh) callback to something dark and evil and wicked her Mada warned her of. She looks to Skyler first, then past him to the boy. Her expression darkens...

"Yeah but there's a limit! Once you go past a few decades, you aren't gaining much, so you don't need 500 year old aged elven brandy made from imported apples farmed by skeletons in charn or something." Eztli pouted, oblivious for at least a short moment. She looked to the others, tilted her head one way, then another. "What's that? You know what it is, Carver?" She asks, looking between her and the boy.

The young man looks shocked by Skyler's outburst, and the mage infuriated. "What?" Aniutiom growls the word. "I'll have you know that I've done nothing to warrant any sort of action against me. Now I'd be grateful if you all left your deliveries and *went*. Now." He motions stiffly toward the door.

The phrase means nothing to Telamon, but his eyebrows rise in puzzlement. "Who is this lad, in any case? I didn't know you'd taken on an apprentice." His expression becomes a bit dour. "Also, before you go herding your help out the door, it behooves you to make sure they're paid for their time and effort."

The archmage idly rests his hands on his belt -- close to the haversack hanging off his hip, as well as a smaller pouch embroidered with the symbol of Eluna. "Let's not do anything hasty here, ladies and gentlefolk."

"It is a disgusting, perverse ritual where a young man is weakened through poisoned sweets, and *slowly* boiled alive in gold." Skyler all but spits, eyes hard, "Their bones are placed in a box, and the so-called 'Golden Songbird' is bound to whoever holds his box with his eternal torment payment for endless wealth. Some weeks back, I was sent on a mission to recover a box. The poor creature bound to the box tried to stop me, but I ignored him and gave his bones." Skyler's eyes are hard as gemstones, "I have a lock of his hair in a pouch, ripped from his head, if you would like to use your magic to verify his identity."

"I do know what it is... yeah, it was an old legend. From early Charn." Carver says, letting Skyler have the explanation. She does not join in the accusation, but she does find the usually flippant man's lack of coy playfulness a compelling argument. She believes that Skyler believes.

"That means... what the actual hells?" Eztli wonders incredulously, stepping a bit forward. "You know, that is pretty abrupt to just send us off like that, and you aren't refuting that but just trying to rush us out the door. Real strange thing, that, you know."

"Real strange, Robes." Carver echoes.

The young man stays silent as the mage fumes. He looks at Telamon and shakes his head. "This young man is my assistant. As Shuichi is yours I'm sure." He offers this dryly and with some irritation. "I don't appreciate being maligned. I paid the young man there for the box and now he's causing a ruckus. If all of you are going to cause me trouble then I'm going to *insist* that you leave."

GAME: Telamon rolls sense motive: (6)+29: 35

"My name, *sir*, is Christopher Carl von Wayne of the House of Ashewell. My father is the Lord of Gull's Edge, an ancient title of Myrrish nobility." Skyler... *Christopher* straightens with every bit of dignity and venom he can manage with his slight build and scant height. "If you attempt to lay hands on me, or slight my honor, although I have renounced my own titles present or future, you will be assaulting or accusing the son of foreign nobility of *slander*." He leans forward, "And I'll remind you, this isn't your house... It's *his*." And he jerks his thumb at Telamon.

GAME: Skyler rolls intimidate: (20)+10: 30

"You overstep yourself, Idoren Aniutiom." Telamon's expression has gone from dour to... cold. First, you have absolutely -no- right to demand I leave a Chalice property." At Skyler's sudden reveal, Telamon's eyebrows rise, but he doesn't comment -- though there's a look in his eyes that says there'll be a discussion later.

"Secondly, a serious accusation has been made. Trafficking in such relics is heavily regulated, if not forbidden, and with good reason. Such a creation would be anathema in the eyes of many gods -- not the least of which would be Daeus." He pauses, considering, before he continues. "I wish to see this box. I won't steal your thunder if it turns out to be harmless. But I will not have such an artifact pass unhindered into this place."

GAME: Telamon rolls knowledge/nobility: (3)+13: 16

"That, yeah, the way you're acting makes me want to butt my head in more, really." The small makari huffed. "Especially if you might be harming a child with your actions. I really don't care about being paid that much, but if there's someone in need, well, what's that about a box you were given? Didn't they mention a box, too?"

"Uh," Carver intones. It's a very lacking sound cue at Skyler's shocking reveal. To her? It's pretty easy leap over her head. She refocuses on not the matter of birthright, but instead, Death Rites. She takes a deep breath. "Your 'assistant' seems quite quiet. Strange, innit?"

"I didn't bring the box with me." Idoren says stiffly. "So I will not be showing it to anyone. Nor would I hand it over. It's an invaluable artifact. Now, if you won't be so kind as to leave. Then *I* am leaving." He moves toward the door and stares at Carver. "My assistant can quite speak for himself. I'm sure he simply has nothing of value to add."

"Indeed." Mutters the young man, as if to himself. He rolls his eyes expressively and looks at Skyler as he moves to join the man he's been following this whole time.

GAME: Skyler rolls cmb: (13)+9: 22

GAME: Telamon rolls sense motive: (19)+29: 48

"When I saw him last, he indicated there was some sort of geis on him that prevents him from disobeying whoever holds his box." Skyler reached out to grab the young man's wrist to try and shove him behind him. Not because he expects to be able to man-handle the young man again... But to force an reaction from either of them.

Unfortunately, due to either the stress of the entire situation, from facing *two* of his biggest shames, it isn't the *best* grab. He mostly catches shirt. To the young man, he says earnestly, "No matter what happens, I failed you in that desert. I swear on my *true* name that I will do anything in my power to keep it from happening again. Telamon, you are a powerful sorcerer. Surely you can divine his nature... Or if there is any enchantment on him to *hide* that. You know my instincts are good. Remember Shamrynn?"

"You know, I'm willing to believe the person at least attempting to be honest about what they're saying. Especially when you might be trying to prove your innocence, but claiming a geas to follow orders out of the blue would be pretty absurd at the drop of a hat. This all just reeks, to be honest." *Eztli growls, heading for the door.* "You're acting awfully suspicious, really, and you don't get to just leave at the first sign of apprehension."

Telamon begins to walk towards Idoren. It shouldn't be so ominous. But there's something in his mien, his posture, that radiates menace and danger. Not the danger of a wildfire, or an attacking army. But a cold, impersonal menace, like a mountain looming overhead. His boots clack on the floor as he regards the mage with a pitiless expression.

"Idoren," he says quietly, "what do you think Daeus will do to you if you praise Him with something like that in your possession? Do you think He will approve of you? I would -fear- to approach Ni'essa Sky-Singer with something like that in hand, save to lay it at Her feet for Her disposal." A pause. "Please don't lie to me again."

When Skyler grabs the young man, and calls on Tel to study him, the sorcerer makes a thoughtful sound. "I can do that. Or if all else fails, I can examine it... elsewhere." The way he says it suggests 'elsewhere' might be somewhere far away indeed.

Carver only has eyes for the wizard, tracking every little tick or movement. Every inch of her own mien looks like a hunting's cat, who is gazing at prey.

Idoren's eyes narrow at Telamon. "The artifact was made in honor of Daeus, and in his name I will never hand it over lightly. Let go of my assistant *boy* or whoever you are; you *will* suffer the consequences."

There's a moment of hesitation and then, "Nemenba, come with me. *Now*."

The young man - identified now as Nemenba - looks at Skyler sadly. "Please Christopher, do not force me to harm you." It seems that he truly wishes to harm none, but...

GAME: Telamon casts True Seeing. Caster Level: 20 DC: 26

"Sometimes, Nemenba, you're faced between a choice of what's right, and what's easy." Skyler tells the young man, his eyes still on the archmage. "What's easy was not looking in that fucking box when I had the chance, taking the paycheck to do the job I was hired to do. What's right?" His jaw clenches tight, "Well. I always assumed I'd die mouthing off to someone. Assumed it'd be Telamon, but I'm flexible with the specifics."

He narrows his eyes. "As for you... Gods don't like those that take their names in vain, Idoren. And probably like those that commit abominations in their name. Strike me down, and I'll call the wrath of Daeus on you with my dying breath. Think He won't listen, that he won't use that technicality to impose His will?"

When Idoren turns his ire on Skyler, Telamon takes his chance. "Irhandi igi-kar, namzu igi-bad," he intones, his eyes turning completely black, lit with tiny lights. Stars. His gaze is a starfield, as it moves from Idoren to Nememba... and stops. For a moment, he stares.

Then his gaze moves back to Idoren, and his voice is thick with rage. "What have you done, Aniutiom?" Telamon's hair begins to float around his head, like he's underwater -- or in a place devoid of gravity. "This boy, Nememba... he's not an assistant. You've bound his spirit!" His fists clench. "Release him, Idoren. I won't tell you twice."

Carver's fingers brush over the red fletching of her arrows, slowly drawing one. She cannot demand the attention of a room nor the stars in the sky but one thing she's really good at?

Killing monsters.

Eztli didn't have much more to say to someone who was refusing to listen or speak clearly. The small makari continued to growl from where she was standing, fingers tapping the side of her robe angrily.

Maybe Idoren doesn't want to try the gods today. Maybe he sees Carver drawing an arrow. Maybe he's just not feeling lucky with stars gleaming in Telamon's eyes. He lifts a hand. "Come to me now Nemenba, take me away and let none follow. NOW - I COMMAND YOU!"

The young man shudders at the words, becoming ghost-like and slipping through Skyler's fingers. He goes to his master then and wraps his arms around Idoren as if they were friendly, but there's sorrow and hate in his eyes. "I'm sorry." It's hard to say who he's talking to, but then he's gone. Gone with Idoren. Gone without a trace. No spell spoken, no gestures of magic. Just gone. Powerful magic indeed.

GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (5)+26: 31

GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (15)+26: 41

GAME: Carver rolls spellcraft: (18)+7: 25

GAME: Telamon rolls spellcraft: (9)+26: 35

"Coward." Skyler... Christopher?... spits with pure anger etched in every line of his face, painting a picture of someone that is an absolute stranger that just happens to look like the ditzy, devil-may-care ex sky pirate. "*Coward*!"

He turns, moving with the same quick, effortless grace that he's used to decapitate monsters to grab at Telamon, "I have the hair in my belt pouch, will it help you track him? He also has a piece of my mithril shirt."

"You're, aw, hell, no, you aren't getting the fuck away with this, now." Eztli grumbles. "Sounds like you got enough to go on then with the archmage here. Count me in, that man is going to wish he got boiled to death slowly if half of what you said was true."

Carver grabs Eztli's arm as she goes to join them, "Be careful." Her green eyes stare down at the shorter Sith, before bowing to kiss her briefly atop the head and gently pushing her to aide the Archmage and the Mouth from the Sky. "I'll go make sure the temple knows of his crime. Good luck, yous!" Then she's off in a supernatural burst of speed.

With Skyler and Eztli moving in close, Telamon nods. "Carver, take word to the Temples and to the Arcanists. I'll try and send back word via Lana." With that, he begins chanting. "Anungal, kaskal nu siten, ula'ulla!"

There's a crackle of energy around him -- some kind of interference, that he brushes aside, wrapping the three of them in a sphere of multihued light that shrinks down to nothing. The three are rocketing down a tunnel of incandescence, until -- something goes awry.

Very awry.

The sensation is like being grabbed and -thrown-, for lack of a better term. Like a whip being cracked, before suddenly the sphere pops back into existence in the observatory and dissipates, not in the usual sedate way but shattering like a crystal ball dropped carelessly. The Archmage himself is slammed to the floor, eyes wide in shock and gasping for breath.

"What the FUCK?!"

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Telamon: Created page with " What, exactly does it take to get kicked out of a Goblintown Gambling Hall? They're infamous for being dens of vice and thievery where the only shame in cheating is that you were caught. "AND STAY OUT!" The massive Oruch bouncer snarls as Skyler gets yeeted out into the street, laughing like a madman as he skids along the cobbled gobble streets and skids to a stop with limbs akimbo. The (former) pirate gets to his feet, tugs his coat back into position, and pulls a kn..."

What, exactly does it take to get kicked out of a Goblintown Gambling Hall? They're infamous for being dens of vice and thievery where the only shame in cheating is that you were caught.

"AND STAY OUT!" The massive Oruch bouncer snarls as Skyler gets yeeted out into the street, laughing like a madman as he skids along the cobbled gobble streets and skids to a stop with limbs akimbo.

The (former) pirate gets to his feet, tugs his coat back into position, and pulls a knit cap in violent bright pink and an unwholesome burnt orange with a sky blue pompom on top back into his head.

"Some people have no sense of decorum." He tuts, shaking his head, brushing the seat of his trousers off, and making his way to the window of the gambling hall he was just kicked out of to peek inside.

The Goblin was meditating peacefully... well, as peacefully as one can in a place like Goblintown.

Her little mat is set up out front of the casino, below one of the windows, for the awning there is mostly whole, and allows the wee woman to sit without being rained on. The icy rain that falls tends to collect a bit of colour on the way down, soaking up soot and other things in the air and from the buildings.

She blinks and her head turns to regard Skyler balefully. "They will come and start breaking legs if you persist in making a pest of yourself."

It's one thing to wait for the heat to die down, but this might be pushing the bounds of acceptable. Harshad is wearing extra layers this evening, his hood pulled up and his fingerless gloves exchanged for wool mittens. "Who pissed off Old Man Winter?" he mutters to himself as he steps out of the boardinghouse, putting his pipe into his mouth and lighting it.

Puffing contentedly, he starts to walk down the street, only to see someone violently ejected from the nearby gambling hall. Catching sight of the... colorful hat, the half-orc snorts. "I know who that has to be, nobody else has a hat like that..." Harshad clumps over behind the ex-pirate where he's peering in through a window. "What got you kicked out?"

When Choler speaks up, he glances down, blinks, and then smiles. "Evenin', Choler. Keeping out of trouble?"

"I bet it was that rascal Telamon." Skyler offers absently to Harshad, "He seems the type."

Whatever that means.

He straightens up, though, and tugs at his coat again, turning to grin a broad, pleased smile at the half-oruch, giving his hat a doffing so that his dark auburn hair sticks up, "Hello, Master Harshad! Been a bit... That whole mess with the fiendish cattle and the flying horse with the red man on it, right?"

To Choler, he shrugs, waving a hand dismissively, "Naaah! They like me!" He says, "Otherwise, they'd slit my gizzard and make me into a person-pie." Beat. "Or a stew. I'm a little scrawny, though." And the grin he gives the gobber is absolutely devoid of anything approaching reasonable thought, bright with excitement and charm.

He also pointedly doesn't answer the question of how he got kicked out.

Choler is up Harshad's arm before he's got four words to her, and she sits on his left shoulder, her bare feet dangling down.

"I never get into trouble." A beat. "On my own." She gives Harshad a meaningful glance.

Her gaze goes to Skyler then, an eyebrow of hers threatening to fly off her face, it is arched so high. "They would not spoil their stuews or pies with the likes of you. If they didn't like you, you would simply disappear."

Harshad looks blankly at Skyler. "Telawho? Is that the poncy git on the cover of those romance novels? Oh Lady Luck save me, I picked up a routine guard job and it was crates of those things. I'd rather have been caught smuggling Charnethi battle powder."

The half-orc rocks a little as Choler balances on his shoulder, but he smirks. "Hey, I didn't get into trouble either. I just got a good bit of work in Myrddion for a while. Good to travel sometimes." He tugs at his scraggly beard.

His eyes move to the front of the hall again. "Why, exactly, are you peering in if they've kicked you out, Skyler? It can't have been for cheating, unless you were so offensively bad at it you were ruining the mood. Did you mouth off to the dealer? I know there's one in there with a lousy attitude."

For a moment, there's a crack in that good humor himbo act that Skyler wears like a second skin, revealing that it is, in fact, an act of some degree. Something about what Harshad said? Mention of Myrddion? But it's gone almost as quick as it was there, and he's chuckling.

"Was it 'Tongue the Raven'? I have a copy of that I want him to sign." Skyler says with a disarming grin at Harshad, "The sequel 'Pothy in the Poor-House' was more riveting, though. I can't wait for the third, so we can find out what happened with Pothy and that jealous rat."

He glances at Cholar, and looks hurt, "I bet I taste good! I mean, maybe a little salty, and they'd have to use low heat for a long time to tenderize the meat, but I'm good eating!" He protests.

Still no answer to Harshad.

"No, that poncy git on the cover of a Crimson Pen novel is an idealization of Telamon, whose exploits are exaggerated or simply made up, with his name changed to avoid lawsuits. Handsome he may be, but his exploits in the bed are likely not as legendary as they are made out to be. His battlefield exploits, on the other hand, are likely underestimated in the novels."

A beat. "No, I haven't read them."

Choler frowns at Skyler. "Tongue the Raven? Gross." A deeper frown. "Cannibalization is also gross. They would simply stab you in specific spots so that you'll bleed out, and stuff you in an alley somewhere, as an example to other cheats to not get caught."

Munch buzzes happily to himself as he exits the Junkyard, a large blanket wrapped bundel in his arms. From the way he waddles, it's heavy, but doesn't seem to slow him down much. He glances over at the goblin, magicite eyes brightening with interest. "It's only canibalization if you eat your own kind. Otherwise it's just the consumption of a sentient species. Still upsets the Watch, even if they were bad guys."

Harshad reaches up to rub his nose. "I'm... not in the market, thanks." Then something Choler said catches up to him. "Wait, wait. 'Name changed to avoid lawsuits'? So these books aren't 'authorized'? Who the hell writes cheap smut about wizards and knights who can probably get away with stuffing you headfirst into a privy?"

The half-oruch gives Skyler a disgusted expression. "Look, can we forget about trying to sell yourself as soup stock? Besides, like Choler said, they'd probably just shank you and drop you down into the sewers for the otyughs to clean up."

"There's some licensed works. I have a gigantic stuffed Pothy in a corner of my inn room that's a *marvelous* armor stand!" Skyler offers cheerfully, before stuffing his questionably colored hat back on his head and rubbing his hands together for warmth.

The arrival of the golem is met with a widening of his grin, and he snap-points. "They get it!" He says, of course not assuming the Golem's sex. Gender, like Munch, is a construct after all. "I mean, how many people know 'Speak with Animals' or turn into animals? My best friend can turn into a boar, and he's a fiend for bacon!" Beat. "Not literally. He's actually half-oruch."

He shakes his head, though, and says, "Bleeding me out would be a waste of good blood. Surely they'd at least make a black pudding."

"Someone who makes a lot of money from doing so? I mean, it's totally fictional, but the people in it are obviously based on famous adventurers. People who can read seem to enjoy the Crimson Pen novels.", the Goblin replies to Harshad. She then points at the Half-Orc as she turns her gaze to Skyler again.

"See, he knows it too. They call it the shank and brank."

Choler eyes Munch, her head tilted slightly. "Eating sentient people is cannibalization all the same. For the same reasons as eating your own kind.", she says to the War Golem firmly. "No ifs, ands or buts. Eating peoples is bad."

Her eyes dart back to Skyler. "Those giant bird stuffies are cursed. It will totally eat you one day."

Munch waddles his way across the street to a closed shop, banging his head against the door three times. A few moments later, a small slot in the door opens, eyes peer for a moment, and the panel closes again. The scrape of locks being undone follows. "Nah. Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, lutch, all flat out no. Sith, eaglrin, goblins, kobolds, rejected, but to a lesser degree. Demons, golems, centaur, usually objected, but can let it slide. Undead downs the outrage, but ups the disgust. But nonhumanoids, dragons, ents, wryms, otyugh, not exactly fair game, but few object. It's a racist system, and a bias one at that. Though most gets queasy if you fail to kill whatever it is before you start eating it. Guess 'freshness' only goes so far."

He looks to Choler. "They don't make others like me. Can barely deal with one."

Harshad stares at Munch, then shakes his head. "This city is always comin' up with weird things to throw in your way..." he muses. His eyes sweep back to Skyler and Choler. "Really? I heard something was weird about those dolls but I figured it was just talk. There's always tall tales in the taverns."

He snorts at Choler. "But yeah. Figures. We scrabble for coppers and someone's out there making gold hand over fist writing about real people with a thin disguise so someone doesn't burn his house down. There's no justice in the world, I tell you."

"But they're so twee!" Skyler shakes his head at the dire warning about the cursed stuffed animals, "I read in a book somewhere salt can ward against curses, so I stuffed a handful into it's head. I was going to take it to the temples and get a cleric to bless it, but no one's willing!"

He adds, "And I've heard that wizards can talk to inanimate objects in a sentient manner. Do you think we shouldn't eat a handpie because it named itself Carlos and told the wizard it likes walks on the beach?"

Circling back to the doll, he adds, "Yeah, they came to life and tried to murder us. Threw one onto a brazier and then someone turned into a Brass dragon and fried the rest. There was also an old blind toymaker, but we beat her up." Which sounds bad out of context.

He adds to Munch's statement, "I went to a party once where we were served live shrimp in an Dwarven liquor sauce. The squirming was weird, but they were tasty."

The Goblin looks increasingly more disgusted as Munch lists different species, sounding almost as if he may... just may... have eaten them. "That is all manner of wrong."

She hmmphs and looks away, to Harshad. A grin spreads across her face. "We could write our own stories, with the names changed." She mimes writing in her hand. "Flashed my partner again, but he simply looked away, as if I were undesirable. I am starting to think he may bat for the other team. I will try 'oops the towel slipped' later this evening after my bath..."

Choler blinks a few times at Skyler... and then shudders. "EEWWWWHHH." Probably the live shrimp and squirming.

Munch waits for the door to open, the carefully waddles inside, having barely enough roon to fit. A few steps, the bundle is set down with an audible thump, and the golem carefully backs his way out again. The moment he's clear, the door closes, and the click of locks being reset can be heard. Munch stretches, and shrugs. "Anybody can talk to inanimate objects. Getting them to talk back is the tricky bit."

He nods to Choler "Yeah, by the standards of local society. But most people don't think to explain that to a three year old. Anyway, name's Munch. Munch TerrorMaw, the Golem Who Eats. Nice ta meet ya." A handshake is offered.

Harshad peers at Munch. "There's a title for you. Although I've never seen a war golem eat. Do you taste it, or is it just... thud?" There's a pause. "I'm tempted to ask what happens after, but you know, I think I'm happier being ignorant on that."

Harshad shakes his head. "Just bring some money. I know some priests can be kinda pissy about that, but there's always one who's seeking to fill the temple coffers -- if not his pockets -- in exchange for some spells. Make it sound good too. 'Oh, I bought it for my dear niece, but I'm worried it might be -tainted-!' They'll eat that up."

At the mention of live shrimp, his eyebrow rises. "How'd they deal with the shell? You gotta peel shrimp before eatin' 'em -- even crawdads are easier to manage."

Skyler says, “'Swhy I don't play for any one team." Skyler cheerfully grins, and steps back up to the window to peer into the gambling hall. He squeaks and ducks down, sitting back to the window. In the window, the massive oruch glares out, looking left and right before shrugging and turning back to the crowd inside... But keeps close to the window.

Skyler, for his part, shifts his weight a little and settles in. This is his life now, sitting in this spot in what he hopes is a water puddle. Eww. "When you don't limit yourself, the possibilities are limitless!" Which is, of course, the definition of limitless: not limiting yourself. But he says it so earnestly, so confidently!

And to Munch's introduction, he blinks, and starts to rise before remembering the oruch in the window and settling back down. Splish splash oh god I hope that's water... And speaking of what he might possibility be sitting in, he asks, "If you eat, where does the food go? Do you baby bird, or is there a hatch..?”

She looks at the large hand dubiously, but reaches out a tiny hand to shake. "Choler.", she offers back.

The Goblin eyes Harshad a moment, "Yeah, I suppose that wouldn't exactly fly off the bookshelves." She hops off of the Half-Orc's shoulder, and moves to roll up her little mat. "All this talk of food has me hungry for honest-to-goodness-good-food. And not real peoples or living things. Actually killed animals, grilled up nice. Proper food."

Choler offers a wave to everyone, before heading into the casino. "I hear there's an all you can eat buffet in here..."

Munch buzzes in amusement, nodding to Harshad. "My sence of taste isn't anything like a humans, but it's there. Material gets analized, broken down, and processed. Some gets converted, some gets used in functional process, some gets expelled." A nod to Skyler. "Mostly thru a hatch on my lower torso. My processes mimic organic eating, but the details are way different."

He gives the goblin's hand a firm shake before watching her depart. "Nah, they don't do 'All You Can Eat' anymore. They put stipulations my first time, but after Pothy, they don't even offer it."

Harshad shakes his head. "I can't imagine 'all you can eat' in Goblintown. Forget the bird; goblins can eat a buffet down to bare plates."

His gaze moves back to Skyler, and he heaves a sigh. "For luck's sake, would you stop that? You're going to get in trouble and around here that -doesn't- mean the watch. Why the hells do you keep peering in? Did you forget something? Your coinpurse? Your cloak?"

Harshad grumbles, "...Is it a girl? I bet it's a girl."

That's when the explosion happens.

Seriously.

Inside the gambling hall, chaos breaks out as window Skyler is hiding under rattles, as does the walls and door. Skyler bounces to his feet and adjusts his coat, "I didn't forget anything." He says cheerfully, winking at Harshad and throwing him a thumbs up. "I promise you, I only *look* stupid."

And then he immediately invalidates that statement by squinting at Munch. "Is the waste still edible?"

Still no answer to Harshad, but inside the gambling hall is pure chaos as people run out, covered in what looks like flour, or white soot.

Munch is a simple man. He likes simple things. This frequently leads people to think he is stupid. That seldom ends well for them. So it's only a a moment he shows concern for the explosion, instead turning to nod the Skylar. "Anything you can swallow is edible, but by most standards is neither healthful nor nutritious. Mostly salts, and the occasional lead lined pellet of infernal essence. I wasn't designed to process that."

Harshad's hand flashes halfway under his cloak before he realizes whatever happened is... less than lethal. Still, he gives Skyler an exasperated look. "Choler's gonna be pissed... no, wait, if it didn't disrupt the buffet she'll just eat her fill first before wandering out."

He makes a face at Munch's description of his gullet's workings. "Man, I don't even want to know. I'm happier just eating normally." He pulls out his pipe, inspecting it it and knocking out the ashes. "But I think I'd better be moving along before someone asks me questions like 'did I see a human man around here?'. It's always easier to lie if you don't answer the question in the first place."

He gives Skyler a pointed look.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Skyler says cheerfully, and glances into the window, frowning as he squints. He then laughs, shaking his head as a figure comes bolting out of the gambling hall.

It's an invisible person, vaguely man-sized and human-shaped, and as he runs past, Skyler gives him a cheerful wave. "Bye!" He calls out, and then turns to the others, "Some invisible idiot tried to steal my purse. No one believed he was real, so I set up a flour bomb."

Munch's 'dreadlocks' coil and rise, several 'tracking' the 'ghost' as it runs past, magicite eyes following as well. ".....huh. Would have thought it too crowded and busy to get away with something like that. Neat. I'll have to remember using flour so others can see too."

Harshad blinks slowly as the 'invisible' man runs past. "Idiot. Why did he hang around? You don't linger after you make a score or fail, you get out and stay out." He scowls. "I bet they knew he was there, too. Be a shame if word got around about that."

He shakes his head at Munch. "Crowded place like that, easy to cut a purse. What's interesting is him being invisible -- that strikes me as an amateur move. Too much risk of bumping into people while in the crowd." He heaves a sigh. "Well, I can always play cards down in the Ox."

At Harshad's words about it being a shame, Skyler grins broadly. "Why do you think I made it so damn public." He says cheerfully, "The bouncer tried to accuse me of lying and starting trouble when I said there was someone invisible stealing from people."

He pauses, and scratches his jaw as he looks at the chaos. "Didn't quite plan for *after* the flour bomb went off, though. The alchemist I bought it from said it was harmless..."

Munch considers. "Air distributed flour, goblin extablishment that almost certainly has open flames.... we might want to step back."

Harshad does a kind of double take at Munch. "What do you mean?" But unlike Skyler, he seems to be picking up on Munch's implication. "It's not like he used swamp gas or something..." Still, the half-orc is starting to edge away from the establishment. Just because things explode or catch on fire regularly in Goblintown is no reason to linger.

"Yeah, I think it's time we moved off. Head over to that noodle shop by Targlen's, get some spicy noodles and a drink." Harshad gives Skyler a smirk. "Then we can discuss the next big score we're all contemplating."

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Hooves of Steel (Part 2)

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Telamon: Created page with " The party are left to lick their wounds and collect their thoughts after a rather brutal encounter with the mysterious demonic rider's hellish herd. It still wasn't entirely clear why he was here in the first place, although to judge by the scorched forest it seems like wanton destruction is a possibility. Either way, he is true to his word and leaves them be for the time being- not following nor harassing them as they regroup so far as the adventurers can tell. Which p..."

The party are left to lick their wounds and collect their thoughts after a rather brutal encounter with the mysterious demonic rider's hellish herd. It still wasn't entirely clear why he was here in the first place, although to judge by the scorched forest it seems like wanton destruction is a possibility. Either way, he is true to his word and leaves them be for the time being- not following nor harassing them as they regroup so far as the adventurers can tell. Which probably means he'll be true to his word about taking his frustrations out on that nearby homestead if they fail to meet him at the promised showdown back at the killing field where they laid low the fiendish Aurochs. The good news is, they have a solid 20 hours or so until that time.

GAME: Reithak rolls knowledge/The Planes +2: (20)+6+2: 28

The group is pretty knocked around, but the job isn't done. Not yet. At least they have time to patch themselves up. Harshad flatly insists on setting a watch. "I don't trust that skinned-face bastard any farther than I can throw a wagon," the half-orc growls. His spare cloak is wrapped around him now, the old one badly torn by the fiendish bulls.

He snorts. "Anyone up for a round of vingtun?" Harshad says dryly, pulling out a deck of cards. "Or do we have a plan for that ugly bastard?"

"How abouts kickin 'is arse all the way ta wherever he came from?" Bryn offers up as a plan. She looks around at folks, since Harshad's cloak isn't the only thing tore up. "After ev'rybody's done bleedin, ye? Seems like he wants somethin of a fair fight... N that's Fine by me."

She takes a knee, smirking at the halfsy and his cards. "Rather go straight ta arse-kickin, but if'n we're gonna take a breather..." She rolls her shoulders in a shrug.

Reithak was busy with the start of camp bandaging up their wounds, and there were more wounds than they had been expecting, for certain. "Nah, not skinned face. You saw him, right? More... leathery." The large bird corrects. "Like a babau, but, not. Not entirely."

"Maybe I'll play before I crash, but we need to be prepared. Think it's some sort of half-blood fiend, that's why it's not quite a babau, that make sense? Still, probably best to treat them as one, even if it's weird they're being... ah, shit." The egalrin trails off, cursing under her breath. "Resistant to magic, most physical harm from things that ain't magically enchanted."

"But, either he is being all honorable like, or he's trying to trick us. Babau are known for their love of sneaking up on folks and assassinations. Maybe they're not, but I think we should at least keep more than one person on guard at a time."

GAME: Skyler rolls sense motive: (16)+7: 23

Jarik is only too happy to help patch people up, though more the old fashioned way than with magic. He seems to know what he's doing though, or at least he's tended wounded before. "I'm not entirely sure I'd trust him to be completely honorable." He mutters. "But I've had the same said about me for being green." He says with an amused chuckle.

"I'll take a watch, too. Greywing is good at keeping an eye on things in the night." He says with a look up into the tree branches to where his owl perches, softly hooting on occasion as he keeps giant yellow eyes on the group below.

Crik was surprisingly good shape - if quite ruffled after his near death experience(s) - and looks quite bemused. He had been sketching his journal full of notes, and also pretty good drawing of the ghoulish rider. He had been staring at nowhere for a while now, with a tiny singed book in his lap. It was filled with arcane glyphs and runes that seemed more indecipharble than not.

Then vingtun is mentioned and Crik lets out a sudden 'crik' and a knocking sound from his throat. "Yes. What are the bets? Shinies?" He asks with his beak open. "... I can be the dealer." His black fingers are already flexing.

"I mean, I thought he was kinda hot in a 'my face is on fire and if you smooched I'd melt you' kind of way?" Skyler offers in a muffled voice from where he's sitting by the fire, fussing over Jarik and attempting to mend the hole in his vest from where the bull gored him.

It isn't going so well, and the swashbuckler is sucking on a finger he poked hard enough to draw blood. "From a strategic point of view, we know when he's going to strike. Taking him at his word, that means we have an slight advantage." He waves his hand in the air, drying it off. "For what it's worth, though, I think he'll be true to what he said. Why set rules he's not going to follow when he's already in charge?" His lips thin, and he peeks down at his finger again, "He seemed to have as much fun taunting us as he would have actually attacking."

He adds, "And I can take first watch with whoever." He eyes the cards, and says in an oh-so-innocent tone, "I've never played before."

GAME: Jarik rolls heal: (18)+7: 25
GAME: Reithak rolls heal +2 +2: (2)+6+2+2: 12
GAME: Reithak rolls heal: (3)+6: 9
GAME: Jarik rolls heal +2: (6)+7+2: 15
GAME: Reithak rolls heal +2: (10)+6+2: 18
GAME: Jarik rolls heal+2+2: (8)+7+2+2: 19
GAME: Reithak casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d8+5: (5)+5: 10
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (6)+5: 11
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (4)+5: 9
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6
GAME: Reithak casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13
GAME: Reithak casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 13
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d8+5: (6)+5: 11
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d8+5: (5)+5: 10
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6

"Well, let's get those wounds tended to before he starts to show his frighteningly handsome face to some again?" Reithak hums, pulling out a fresh pack of medical supplies out of their pack.

The work of healing is an unpleasant affair, with bandages aplenty. With Bryn and Reithak taking care of the worst of things, Harshad begins shuffling his cards deftly. "Oh no," he says to Crik and Skyler with a slight grin. "You can't fool me, I know better than that. Besides, I won't take people's coin when we're going to fighting for our lives tomorrow."

The half-orc chuckles. "There's 'pocket', too, which is also a fun one. Especially if you have a pretty lady who'd be willing to play 'pickpocket'. That one involves taking off clothing if you lose a hand." Harshad chortles. "Had a bit of fun with that one time."

Bryn is used to getting bloodied; it's a fact of life. Well, a hard life. It's also natural consequence of bloodying other things. Just 'cause the other one got it worse don't mean ye get away without a scratch. While the others are patching each other up, she hums a soothing melody with enough weight that it carries. All while she also tends to her own wounds.

She seems to prefer magic rather than bandages or stitching; large fingers and/or little patience make handling tiny needles or thin cloth no fun. That and she wouldn't know a spleen from a rutabega. There's some magic to spare, which she shares with her half-kin. While cards are discussed, too.

"Ha." She snorts in bemusement. "Betcha lookin to pick alla pockets." A glance around. "Ain' the best game inna snow, though, ey? Maybe save that fer after we get back."

Jarik seems more eager to help with the healing than getting involved in a card game. There's more familiarity from him on the former than the later, though part of him is curious about the different games. As for healing, well, he seems less than thrilled about how well he does, making the occasional grimace and frown. "My auntie would be smacking me with a spoon." He mutters after one attempt.

There's a definite perking motion from him though at the mention of a card game that involves removing clothing, a curious expression coming over his face as he follows that particular thought thread.

"Well, let's get those wounds tended to before he starts to show his frighteningly handsome face to some again?" Reithak hums, pulling out a fresh pack of medical supplies out of their pack.

"Now, lets see to these, then?" Reithak muses, starting to work on Jarik. But their bandages, weren't going on right, getting mixed up with the ones already put on, and not really doing much to actually improve the wound care.

"Maybe I'll just be the aid, less likely to get in the way." Reithak sighs, taking a step back. But it seemed whatever she did for help was mostly of little use. "Ah, fuck it." Reithak curses, taking their holy symbol and offering prayers to Ceinara, causing the wounds underneath her shoddy bandages to just close up on their own."

"Hey, I live in the mountains and I'm a pretty lady!" The egalrin chuckles loudly. "But I'd rather not be caught without my armor at the moment."

Crik flexes his fingers. "Oh no, I am just impatient when watching somebody else shuffle cards." The corvid egalrin, definitely not rogue, says, looking anxious. "... though this one would rather not take off clothing in the snow. My feathers do not need cleansing yet." Also it was not a game he was particularly inclined to cheat - he suddenly holds a finger up to his beak consider. He could cheat to lose? His bird brain starts running off.

Crik then looks down at his notes, and starts flipping his notes. "Do you know anything that can help against the handso- the babau?" He asks from Reithak. "We need to plan for the ambush."

"I am a right honorable member of the Adventurer's Guild!" Skyler protests, as he starts to dig through the pouches of his coat to find something. "I would never cheat to get my party members naked!"

What he's looking for turns out to be tea, pressed into a solid block. A knife is drawn and he whittles away some of it into his cup before he dutifully goes to start the camp fire and get a small meal started. It isn't much, mostly just trail rations softened in water into a stew, but it's warm and more than expected. "I suspect he'll have something prepared. Just because he's giving us time doesn't mean he won't use the time to plan for himself." He stirs his stew, and takes a sip, making a face before asking, "Anyone against eating owlbear? I got some jerky that I can add that'll make this tastier, but I dunno if that's like cannibalism for some of us." That with a squint towards the two birdfolk.

GAME: Crik rolls sleight of hand: (2)+11: 13
GAME: Harshad rolls sleight of hand: (12)+11: 23
GAME: Skyler rolls sleight of hand: (4)+9: 13

And so cards, whatever field provisions the party brought, tents and bedrolls the group pass the night, one by one turning in to rest off the remaining aches and pangs of their battle. It's already pitch black by the time of the first watch, with the short days, and it's a cold night. The snow muffles sounds, but even with that the forest is eerily quiet. The local fauna driven away by the reckless half-demon and his herd.

The second watch goes much as the first. There is a noise, a moment of alarm, but it turns out to be scavenger birds approaching to pick at the corpses. They're easy enough to send packing, but persistant enough that leaving them to it is the quieter option. By the time third watch comes around, there is a fair dusting of snow atop the corpses and the blood and the mud of the battle is hidden away, splotches of vague color under the pristine fresh blanket of the nights snowfall, hiding the lurid red of spilled blood and grime of churned earth.

GAME: Crik rolls disguise: (18)+13: 31
GAME: Harshad rolls stealth: (8)+12: 20
GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (19)+13: 32
GAME: Jarik rolls stealth-1: (17)+1+-1: 17
GAME: Jarik casts Mage Armor. Caster Level: 2 DC: 15

With all this snow, it's easy to make a blind. Using one of his blankets, and his cloak, Harshad digs himself down into a small dip in the meadow, layering snow over himself so that he's camouflaged. From the outside he looks to be just another drift. And there the half orc waits, blades in hand. "Alright, mates," he murmurs to himself. "One more for the payout..."

As he trots over to a tree, Jarik murmurs a few words to himself, sheathing his body in magical armor. Then comes the more dramatic affect, one the others witnessed yesterday where he pulls his boarhide cloak tighter around himself until it just seems to fuse with his own body, leaving a large boar in its place. The big shaggy beast stops by the tree, gives him a little scratch against the bark, and then flops into the snow drift at its side, maybe trying to look like a large pile of leaves. Or a disinterested forest boar that just happens to be a touch too big.

"Well, he's not going to come this way if there's no one here to actually fight, and I don't want him wandering off and razing some homestead." Reithak sighs, fidgeting awkwardly on the spot. "As the one least likely to keel over if he looks at me funny not hiding already, suppose that falls to me."

The egalrin fidgeted awkwardly with her armor, making sure everything was in place, waiting to see if they actually kept their word.

A night's sleep. Not a great one, but like ale, food, and even company, a bit of mediocre is better than none at all. Bryn gets her stuff packed up then stretches, humming aloud as others get themselves situatied. When Reithak speaks up, she looses a laugh.

"Don'tcha worry none. I'm 'ere, too. Ain' fallin over 'n I'm loud. He won' be missin us 'n goin somewheres else."

Skyler is many things, but stealthy is not one of them.

Instead, he has deemed himself best off assisting the stealthy people, kicking away footprints to hide the number of people here and whittling arms for anyone that is attempting to be a snowman.

Once that's done, he drifts over towards the other people not attempting stealth, making sure the ear flaps of his hat are tied under his chin so it doesn't go flying or his ears don't get cold. His cheeks and nose are already flushed red from the chill! Once that's done he's got his sword at the ready, rolling shoulders and making sure his buckler is strapped to his arm tightly. "I can't hide for shit." He says apologetically.

Crik takes his flat bladed knife, his crossbow and his bruised ego towards one of the thickets of trees. His thicker gloves than normal were not helping with handling the cards, and the extra warmth on them as opposed to snow was a dead giveaway.

Yet now, he stands still for a moment, blinking blankly - and then there's a sudden flutter of snow and there's now another tiny tree where Crik was. The corvid holds up his crossbow and points at nothing, slowly nodding off.

GAME: Thurid rolls 8: (3)+8: 11
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (18)+11: 29

The party have plenty of time to get set up in the morning, and even have a spot of breakfast. Calling it high noon is a bit of a misnomer on these short winter days, as the sun doesn't quite make it to the zenith before it begins its return journey, but, close enough is good enough. The appointed hour draws near, and the group get themselves into position.

The fiendish rider's approach is announced by a cloud of black smoke emerging from the woods to the north, and the crunch of hooves on snow as his horse ambles out of the thick cloud towards the clearing. He laughs when he only sees three of them waiting for him. "Your friends turned tail and run?" he asks, and shakes his head in mock sorrow. "Well, don't you worry yourselves about that. I'll be catching up with them real soon." he says, as he draws his pistol from its hip holster.

His nightmarish horse seems less convinced, though, huffing smoke and scraping at the ground anxiously, nostrils flaring and ears perked up.

"Don't worry about them. We're the ones in front of you." Skyler's face is unusually serious as he stares at the fiendish rider, "But before we kill you and turn your horse into jerky, answer a question for me: why are you doing this?"

He scowls, sword pointing at the ground, "Did these people do anything to you? Why tamper with things like this?"

"Someone's got to deal with you, still." *Reithak shrugs, drawing her rapier and steadying it.* "He's got a point you know, really don't have to be doing this. Don't have to fight, but given the fact that you threatened to raze a homestead if we didn't show up, not much choice in the matter for us, is there?"

<OOC> Bryn would like to try to Fascinate him and the steed, if just to distract him and help with the ambushers.

"Bout time ye showed up!" Bryn calls to the 'man'. "We was gettin bored! 'N don'tch worry bout the others runnin off. Each of us got more sack than ye 'n yer geldin put tagether." She motions between herself and Reithak, still eyeing the half-man, half-... not man. So he's only half a man, just like she's implying. Might as well have him focused on her. And maybe a bit ticked off.

Bryn can be good at annoying people when she tries... and sometimes even when she's not!

GAME: Thurid rolls 4: (12)+4: 16
GAME: Thurid rolls 3: (14)+3: 17
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, what's the DC?"
<OOC> Bryn says, "DC is... only 16. :( But she wanted to insult him, anyhow, so... :)"

At Skyler's questions he laughs again, chewing thoughtfully and then spitting another wad of that awful cud he was working on last time. "Why, that's easy boy." he tells Skyler. "'cause I can, and 'cause I want to." he says then with an expansive shrug, "I burn the woods, and them in those homesteads freeze, or starve. I burn the homesteads? Well, they burn." he says then. "And aint nothing sweeter than knowing you hold a life in your hand." he adds, "Now, we doin' this or what?" he asks, and kicks at the stirrups which causes his horse to rear and then advance towards the party as he lifts his pistol to ready.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ATTENTION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Thurid has dropped a TIMESTOP!

Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for Thurid to instruct you further. You may earn RPP by logging a scene for a GM.

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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GAME: Skyler refreshes special ability pools.
GAME: Bryn refreshes special ability pools.
GAME: Bryn spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.
<OOC> Thurid says, "No surprise round, although all the hiders are still Hidden from the Rider, but only Crik is hidden from the horse."

GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 24.
It is now Reithak's turn! Skyler is next!

<OOC> Thurid says, "Reithak's first."
<OOC> Reithak says, "figuring which spell I want to use"
<OOC> Reithak says, "I'll go with weapon of awe, and swift judgement"
<OOC> Reithak says, "using smiting in this case"
<OOC> Thurid says, "On the rider?"
<OOC> Reithak says, "it's not on any enemy in particular, just activates the judgement to bypass resistance with my weapon"
GAME: Reithak casts Weapon of Awe. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, any move action?"
<OOC> Reithak says, "moved slightly back to make them need to move up or take a shot with more of a penalty"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Go ahead and pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 22.
It is now Skyler's turn! Crik is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Sky, you're up."
<OOC> Skyler says, "Gunna just move and defend"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty! Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 18.
It is now Crik's turn! Fiendish Rider is next!
<OOC> Crik says, "I'll delay after ethe rider"
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Fiendish Rider's turn! Harshad is next!

"Figured as much. You don't know how to actually make anything for yerself." Reithak laughs. "Jealous, so you gotta tear down other folks to sleep better at night with your own inferiority. Sad, really, and that won't stand. We'll put your sorry ass in the ground so you don't harm anyone else again!"

Reithak offers a short prayer in their breezy sounding language, causing their weapon to glow with a bright light.

"I already sleep easy at night, but that answer?" Skyler keeps his eyes trained on the rider, moving sideways, "Well, that answer just makes sure after we kill you I'll sleep with a *smile*." He pauses, and adds, "And I'm gunna turn your horse into *glue*."

<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, rider's mount double moves and he takes a shot at Reithak."
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (20)+11: 31
<OOC> Thurid says, "Rolling to confirm."
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (10)+11: 21
<OOC> Thurid says, "That hit Touch AC? It's inside the first range band."
<OOC> Reithak says, "yeah it does"
GAME: Thurid rolls 4d8: (19): 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oh! Wait. It's not inside the first range increment, spitter is only 20'"
<OOC> Thurid says, "I think that still crits, though. Roll would have been a 19 vs regular AC"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Actually, -2 from double move as well, so no crit"
GAME: Thurid rolls 1d8: (1): 1
<OOC> Reithak will take it

"Yah! Hyah!" The rider leans forwards and urges his horse onwards which breaks into a brisk canter, though not quite a full gallop as it crosses the span of snow between them. He fires the the pistol with a whip-crack and a belch of hellish fire. Its projectile hurtles through the air trailing yellow, sulfurous smoke but only manages to glance Reithak's shoulder.

GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 17.
It is now Crik's turn! Harshad is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "You're up, Crik. Are you on RPTwo? Harshad had a suggestion."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Must have gone AFK for a moment."
<OOC> Harshad nods. Continue with me?
<OOC> Thurid nodnods.
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 15.
It is now Harshad's turn! Jarik is next!
<OOC> Harshad says, "Welp, guess I'll pop out of the hide and charge the rider."
<OOC> Crik says, "Oop, sorry."
<OOC> Harshad screech to a halt. Crik, whatcha doin'?
<OOC> Thurid says, "Did you want to wait for Crik, hark?"
<OOC> Harshad says, "Yes."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Harsh, even. Wrong Har"
<OOC> Crik says, "Can I snipe and then move to to establish flank?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "You can."
<OOC> Crik says, "I shall do that then."
<OOC> Thurid says, "You're in your first range band. Roll to hit,."
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2: (11)+8: 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits, with sneak attack."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll it."
GAME: Crik rolls damage2+3d6: aliased to 1d4+0+3d6: (3)+0+(10): 13
<OOC> Thurid says, "Crossbow enchanted at all?"
<OOC> Crik says, "Nope. :<"
<OOC> Crik 's old fashioned
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, that hurts him but not too badly. You can draw your dagger while moving. Go ahead and pose it."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Harshad, you're up."
<OOC> Harshad says, "As I stated: charge forward, go for SA with rapier."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty. Roll it."
GAME: Harshad rolls weapon1+2: (17)+8+2: 27
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits, with SA"
<OOC> Harshad says, "So close to a crit there.. :D"
GAME: Harshad rolls damage1+3d6: aliased to 1d6+2+3d6: (5)+2+(10): 17
<OOC> Thurid says, "Any magic?"
<OOC> Harshad shakes his head. Masterwork.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, hurts him, pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 12.
It is now Jarik's turn! Bryn is next!
<OOC> Harshad Really needs to upgrade.
<OOC> Jarik says, "Okay, charging in. If I go up to his side do I get a flank or no?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Not at the mo, no."
<OOC> Jarik says, "But +2 for the charge, right?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Yup"
GAME: Jarik rolls 1+5+3: (17)+1+5+3: 26

The immovable object buried under the snow - or the, small pine tree - waits patiently for the season. The snow, it is only temporary, for the pine cones shall take their time to mature, and eventually the pine needles will feel once again, the warmth of-

'THWIP'. Kerchunk. The small pine tree lowers his crossbow and starts running across the expanse of the snow. The green branches sway with the motion before falling off completely, leaving Crik behind the rider.

The corvid egalrin pauses, looks. Stares blankly. "... I did not think this through." He finally says, holding up his flat bladed, quite rusty and worn, knife.

The snow explodes out from around where Harshad's hide was. The cloak cast back as the half orc lunges out from the false snowbank in a whirl of white and dark, his eyes blazing. "I'm going to wear your guts for garters," he snarls in Yrch-Speak, as he crosses the distance between himself and the rider. As Crik snipes the fiendish fellow and moves into position, the rapier lashes out, drawing a wound even unholy resilience can't completely fend off. "Welcome to the killing fields, you're the guest of honor!"

<OOC> Jarik says, "Sorry, hit 3, that should be 25"
<OOC> Thurid says, "That's a hit."
GAME: Jarik rolls 2d6+5: (8)+5: 13
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hurts him, pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 5.
It is now Bryn's turn! Reithak is next!
<OOC> Bryn will join in the get along little doggy pile. " Swift for Arcane Strike. Charge in to attack. I think with flank?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "No flank there, you could flank from the side opposite Jarik"
<OOC> Thurid says, "But can't charge there."
<OOC> Bryn nods. "No flank, then."

Another burst of snow comes from behind a tree as the large boar that is Jarik breaks free of his snowy hiding place and goes barreling across the snow covered grass towards the rider, kicking up snow as he grunts and snorts angrily. Wicked yellowed tuskes rip into the rider with a satisfied sounding grunt coming from the witch-turned-big-hog.

GAME: Bryn rolls weapon1+2: (15)+7+2: 24
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
GAME: Bryn rolls damage1+2: aliased to 2d4+4+2: (5)+4+2: 11
<OOC> Bryn says, "It is magical."
<OOC> Thurid says, "That hurts him more than the steel seems to have. Pose it."
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 24.
It is now Reithak's turn! Skyler is next!
<OOC> Reithak says, "using standard to cast Lend judgement on Crik"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty. Any move?"
<OOC> Reithak says, "moving up on the rider"
<OOC> Reithak says, "that's my turn!"
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 22.
It is now Skyler's turn! Fiendish Rider is next!

Bryn could, theoretically, shoot at the half-man (and/or the horse he rode in on) from afar... but where's the fun in that? All of her kin (and even Crik) are rushing in, so she charges in as well, big curveblade coming up on the way, glinting with resonance of The Hymn. "Ain wranglin yer way outta this one! Ha!" The last word comes as she swings down to catch a piece of the half-man. When the oruchs get done with him, he might be two or three halves of a man.

<OOC> Thurid says, "Sky?"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Imma charge and attack"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, roll it."
<OOC> Thurid says, "+2 from charge"

"Y'know, I almost felt bad about this, but you know what? Really don't care at this point." *Reithak coughs, wincing from the cut opened up in their shoulder, more from how close it had been to something much more serious. "Nah, this is a great idea, Crik! You got this!" The inquisitor whistles, causing Crik's rusty, unassuming knife to glow just like her rapier did as she charged off to the side.

<OOC> Skyler says, "Any other bonuses?"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Bryn singing? ;n.n"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Not at the mo"
GAME: Skyler rolls weapon1+2: (8)+9+2: 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll damage."
<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok, gunna burn a panache for precise strike"
GAME: Skyler spends ONE point of PANACHE.
GAME: Skyler rolls damage1+6: aliased to 1d6+4+6: (5)+4+6: 15
<OOC> Skyler says, "Precision strike for +3, burned panache to double that bonus"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Do I get a swift action too?"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Wait, no I used it to panache"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Spicy, that really seems to hurt him. Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Fiendish Rider's turn! Crik is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, rider's taking more of a beating than he expected. His mount takes a withdraw action."
<OOC> Thurid says, "He uses a standard to drink a potion, and his move to take flight."

Perhaps it's the way he treated the wanton cruelty as a joke. Perhaps it's the way he hurt Jarik, who Skyler obviously holds in esteem even if nothing seems to be happening between the two. But the ex Pirate is merciless as he launches himself forward, rushing at the rider.

His scimitar flicks out after a pause, precise and deadly as he strikes a vulnerable spot where there's a slight chink in the armor.

GAME: Thurid rolls 4d8: (6): 6

"You sneaky sumbitches!" The rider hollers as the snow around him erupts into reinforcements. His horse rears up onto its hind legs and emits a whinney of frustration that its warnings went unheeded, and then he pulls hard on the reigns to put some distance between himself and the party of adventurers who are suddenly much less easy pickins' than he thought they'd be after seeing what his herd did to them.

As he rides back towards the treeline, he guides the horse with his knees for a moment to reach into a saddle bag and produce a potion. He pops the cork with a clawed thumb and then knocks it back, knitting the worst of his wounds closed. And then tosses the bottle aside. "I got some tricks too though, y'all ought to know." he shouts, and throws off his duster jacket revealing an unfurling pair of ragged leathery wings.

He leaps from the saddle and into the air, with two quick beats of his wings. The horse skids to a stop and rears around, blowing another gout of smoke from its nostrils.

GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 17.
It is now Crik's turn! Harshad is next!
<OOC> Crik says, "I forget how it works again, can I take a shot and go move + stealth or do I have to shenanigan with the equipping again?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "If you move to cover as part of your move action, you can attempt to stealth. You take a penalty when observed, but so long as you have cover you can try it."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oh, right, you pulled the dagger."
<OOC> Thurid says, "It's a move action to stow or to draw a weapon, since you didn't drop or stow the crossbow you are probably holding it in your off hand."
<OOC> Thurid says, "So yeah, you can shoot and then move. Just a bit of juggling."
<OOC> Crik says, "It's a hand crossbow, so can I just fire it off the hip, move with stealth / bluff into stealth?"
<OOC> Crik 's brain is a bit dead, sorry
<OOC> Thurid says, "Move to cover and roll stealth after, yes."
<OOC> Crik says, "Alright. I'll fire at the demon anyway and then move behind the trees / stealth. ._."
<OOC> Crik says, "What did the lend judgement do?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, hand crossbow so that's your 3rd range increment."
<OOC> Thurid says, "-4 on the roll to hit."
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2-4: (15)+8+-4: 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "That's a hit."
GAME: Crik rolls damage2: aliased to 1d4+0: (1)+0: 1
<OOC> Crik :>
<OOC> Thurid says, "Does judgement apply to all weapons wielded, yeah?"
<OOC> Reithak says, "it does"
<OOC> Crik rolls for stealth
GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (16)+13: 29
<OOC> Thurid says, "Light damage then."
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (13)+11: 24
GAME: Thurid rolls 8: (6)+8: 14
<OOC> Crik moves his token
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, you manage to hide after the shot. Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 15.
It is now Harshad's turn! Jarik is next!
<OOC> Crik says, "I apologize for long turn!"
<OOC> Harshad says, "How high up in the air is he?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "20'"
<OOC> Harshad hmms. Will put rapier away, draw light crossbow, attempt to hit him with a crossbow bolt. I need him to get closer.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Updated his token, his current height is in his name now."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll to hit. Light or Heavy crossbow?"
<OOC> Harshad says, "Light."
GAME: Harshad rolls weapon9: (14)+8: 22
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits, roll damage."
GAME: Harshad rolls damage9: aliased to 1d8+0: (1)+0: 1
<OOC> Harshad pfft. Oh well.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Bounces off."
<OOC> Harshad has a plan anyways.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 12.
It is now Jarik's turn! Bryn is next!
<OOC> Jarik says, "Charging in and teaching that horse a lesson. Hopefully."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll it."
GAME: Jarik rolls 1+5+2: (13)+1+5+2: 21
<OOC> Thurid says, "That's a hit."
GAME: Jarik rolls 2d6+5: (4)+5: 9

"It is a horse riding demon with a gun!" Crik cries out towards Reithak, holding his hands over his head as the rider takes off. He falls flat onto the snow and takes a quick shot at the demon with his hand crossbow. Covered in snow, black feathers white, he lies there for a moment.

And with a sudden flurry of wings, snow is tossed up in the air as he runs, half hops, towards the tree line in panic and disappears into the white shadows.

<OOC> Thurid says, "Light damage, pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 5.
It is now Bryn's turn! Reithak is next!

Harshad curses as the horse and rider pull away northward. Still, nothing to be done about it now, but any hopes he'll run for the hills are dashed as he pulls up and then... takes flight? "Now you're just pissing me off," he growls. His rapier is snapped back into its sheath, and Harshad unlimbers a light crossbow from his back. Taking aim, he pulls the trigger, and the bolt strikes the rider dead-center without doing anything. "Come on, ugly. Don't run away just yet!"

GAME: NEW ROUND!
Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 24.
It is now Reithak's turn! Nightmare is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oops"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Can't reverse the initiative, that was a fat finger thing. Bryn, you're up."
<OOC> Bryn says, "You should be able to reverse it, but it's ok."
<OOC> Bryn hrms. "Ok. I will drop my big sword as free. Move closer, drawing shortbow along the way. Swift for Arcane Strike. Standard to take a potshot at him.

As the demon takes flight there's a small series of grunts and snorts from Jarik-boar that if someone happened to have Speak with Animals going would understand to be, "I'm going to tear off those wings and beat him to death with them." How he plans to do that is anyone's guess, but he's got the oruch bravado.

Sadly, he can't put that plan into action and instead barrels forward towards the horse, leaping a little right at the end of the charge in an attempt to drive his head, tusks and all right into the horse's, sadly, he only manages to score a small cut on the demonic beast, but it's something.

GAME: Bryn rolls weapon9: (14)+5: 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
GAME: Bryn rolls damage9+2: aliased to 1d6+3+2: (3)+3+2: 8
<OOC> Bryn says, "Magic due to AS."
<OOC> Thurid says, "He's pretty badly hurt, pose it."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Reithak, you're up."
<OOC> Reithak says, "okay!"
<OOC> Reithak checking some rules

"What the shit?!" Bryn blinks when the horseshit-talking horse(half)man backs up and then takes off. "Get back 'ere so we can pound ye proper!" Can fiends read minds, too? She only just thought how unfun it would be to have to shoot at him from afar...

But that seems like exactly what she has to do, 'cause she knows he can shoot at them. The big blade is dropped in the snow before she jogs on ahead, pulling her shiny new bow from her back. She nocks an arrow, humming to induce some sympathetic vibrations in the string before she looses, catching him in the torso. He ain' getting away that easy, coward or not!

<OOC> Reithak says, "If I'm not crazy, I should be able to make a dive attack on the flying cowboy"
<OOC> Reithak says, "and activate bane with swift to outsiders, uh"
<OOC> Reithak says, "I'm not sure how the subtypes with bane work"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Dive is just charge for flying critters, really. He's currently 20' up so you would need to get higher than that. Assuming you're using Elgarin wings for gliding?"
<OOC> Reithak nods
<OOC> Thurid says, "Bane is an 'any of' so if a critter has any of the listed subtypes, it applies."
<OOC> Reithak says, "I don't know if I can get above, I've got 40 foot fly"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Ah right, 5 hit die."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alright, yeah, you can just barely make a charge on him."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll to hit."
<OOC> Reithak says, "bane set to evil outsiders"
<OOC> Thurid thumbs up.
<OOC> Thurid says, "It applies."
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d20+7+2+2: (16)+7+2+2: 27
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d6+2d6+3: (6)+(9)+3: 18
<OOC> Reithak says, "ah, +2 from weapon of awe for 20"
<OOC> Thurid says, "You run him through, and he falls out of the sky."
<OOC> Thurid says, "He's downed."
<OOC> Reithak says, "turn!"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it up."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 22.
It is now Nightmare's turn! Skyler is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Full attacks Jarik with a bite and two flaming hooves."
<OOC> Jarik says, "Nice knowing you all."
<OOC> Skyler ;.;
<OOC> Skyler says, "Plz don't kill my emotional support witch"
GAME: Thurid rolls 9: (12)+9: 21
GAME: Thurid rolls 4: (2)+4: 6
GAME: Thurid rolls 4: (11)+4: 15
<OOC> Thurid says, "What's your AC as a boar?"
<OOC> Jarik says, "I charged so with mage armor its... 16 right now"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Just the bite hits, then."
GAME: Thurid rolls 1d4+4: (2)+4: 6
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 22.
It is now Skyler's turn! Fiendish Rider is next!
<OOC> Skyler says, "Not much I can do but move! Will go ahead and run for x2 movement"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Run is 3x"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Oh what's x2?"
<OOC> Harshad says, "Double move is 2x, run is 3x."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Double Move doesn't affect AC but is 2x, run is 3x, yeah"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Ok double move"
<OOC> Skyler doesn't want to lose AC XD
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, move your token and pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 17.
It is now Fiendish Rider's turn! Crik is next!
GAME: Thurid rolls 3: (18)+3: 21
<OOC> Thurid says, "he stabilizes, but then hits the ground."
GAME: Thurid rolls 1d6: (5): 5
<OOC> Harshad says, "If he fell 20' he takes 2d6 ;)"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Ah, right you are."
<OOC> Thurid says, "First 10' is only free if you do it deliberately"
GAME: Thurid rolls 1d6: (1): 1
<OOC> Thurid says, "And he's bleeding out again."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 17.
It is now Crik's turn! Harshad is next!

While Skyler can't exactly speak with animals, he gets the gist of what Jarik is saying. And lacking any sort of ranged attack due to his own lack of common sense, he instead lets out a blood curdling cry and rushes forward.

"Aw hell, you don't get to run from the consequences of your actions like that!" Reithak shouts. The large egalrin takes a hop, skip and a jump, and they took off with several large flaps of their wings, gaining height, and distance. Reithak manages to skewer the half-fiend, grabbing them with the talons on their feet to shove them off their sword, sending them tumbling down to the snow.

The Nightmare steed lashes out at Jarik in retalliation, rotten teeth tearing a chunk from the boar's hide and its hooves stomping at him, singing fur but failing to leave any lasting marks on the witches transformed flesh.

<OOC> Crik says, "I'll snipe at the rider again and then attempt to move and stealth"
<OOC> Crik says, "I get penalties for shooting into melee, right?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "-4 unless you have precise shot"
<OOC> Harshad says, "Unless you have Precise Shot, yes. Plus, the rider is prone and there's penalties for that as well."
<OOC> Thurid says, "The rider is no longer in melee, though"
<OOC> Thurid says, "He fell 20' away from Reithak after she knocked him out"
<OOC> Harshad says, "True."
<OOC> Crik says, "Ah, alright. What's the penalty, -4 still?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "So, for example, if you were to shoot the rider who is currently bleeding out from where you are, you would take a -2 penalty for 1 range increment, but no other penalties. If you shoot the horse from where you are standing, it would still be a -2 range increment but also a -4 melee penalty, unless you have the precise shot feat."
<OOC> Crik says, "actually, I'll just shoot at the horse."
<OOC> Crik says, "nevermind the rider it is"
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2-2: (20)+8+-2: 26 (THREAT)
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oh actually"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Doesn't matter."
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2-2: (16)+8+-2: 22
<OOC> Thurid says, "That hits but does not confirm."
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2+3d6: 8+(7): 15
<OOC> Thurid says, "And that silences his gurgling death rattle instantly."
<OOC> Crik says, "I'll then move and stealth. ._."
GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (9)+13: 22
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll stealth"
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (12)+11: 23
<OOC> Thurid says, "He sees you, because the sniping penalty is no longer countered by distance."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 15.
It is now Harshad's turn! Jarik is next!
<OOC> Harshad double moves up, dropping crossbow to draw rapier and dagger.
<OOC> Harshad says, "And that's all I can do this turn."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 12.
It is now Jarik's turn! Bryn is next!
<OOC> Jarik says, "Five foot step back, swift to drop Animal Hide, then firing off Ray of Enfeeblement"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll it."

Crik has never felt as hot whilst being covered in so much cold snow. Despite all his cloaks, it was getting into his feathers - and thanks to his cloaks, the cold moisture was seeping in. He didn't feel any of it.

Gripping his hand crossbow tightly, he nervously aims the tip of his bolt into the frantic melee. Breathing. At the moment when Reithak strikes at the fiend Crik closes his eyes and lets loose. It hits the demon into its hide fatally. The corvid doesn't stay to look at the end result though, already sprinting forward to slam into the next patch of snow, desperately pulling it over himself.

"Yes!" Harshad's voice is rough and triumphant as Reithak takes the winged fiend rider in midair, sending him plummeting to the cold earth and snow. A bolt from Crik finishes the job, but the fight's not done. Seeing Jarik getting chewed on by the nightmare, Harshad drops his crossbow, sprinting forward and drawing his blades. "Hang on, I'm coming!"

GAME: Jarik casts Ray of Enfeeblement. Caster Level: 2 DC: 15
GAME: Jarik rolls 1+1: (19)+1+1: 21
<OOC> Jarik says, "Touch"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
GAME: Jarik rolls 1d6+1: (1)+1: 2
<OOC> Jarik says, "Boo.. well, it's something."
<OOC> Thurid says, "-2 strength. Pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Three - Init 5.
It is now Bryn's turn! Reithak is next!
<OOC> Skyler says, "How badly hurt does he look?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Only light damage so far."
<OOC> Skyler says, "Sorry them. Don't want to assume gender and it'd be awkward to peek"
<OOC> Bryn moves up a little and will loose a shot at the horse with Arcane Strike.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, roll it."
GAME: Bryn rolls weapon9: (20)+5: 25 (THREAT)
GAME: Bryn rolls weapon9: (9)+5: 14
<OOC> Bryn boos.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Does not confirm."

The bitten boar backs up a step from the orse, not particularly liking those flaming hooves that got a touch too close. The boar's hide parts and falls back into a normal looking cloak as Jarik returns to his two legged stance. He hisses a sharp word, fingers lacing a patern in front of him, pulled to his chest, then he thrusts his hand out, firing a ray off purple and black at the horse. He nods as the spell settles into place, though doesn't look particularly pleased even as it does.

GAME: Bryn rolls damage9+2: aliased to 1d6+3+2: (1)+3+2: 6
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hurts it, pose it."
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 24.
It is now Reithak's turn! Nightmare is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "How long does your bane last?"
<OOC> Reithak says, "5 rounds total"
<OOC> Thurid thumbs up. "Alrighty, what will you do?"

"Ey! chew on someone yer own..." Bryn starts yelling at the hell-horse, then realizes that the Boar-ed Jarik is not that far off from it. So she quickly switches to "Get offa 'im!" as she moves up and snaps off another vibrating arrow. She isn't quite beating a dead horse, yet... but she -will- be in a moment.

<OOC> Reithak says, "fly over to the other side of the horse, and get a flank up for the others before smacking it"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, roll it."
<OOC> Reithak might trigger an aoo in the process
<OOC> Reithak says, "does bane work?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "You're 20' up at the minute, and have 40' of movement, so I don't think you'll need to move through a threatened square no matter where you want to be positioned adjacent to the horse. And it does apply, yes."
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d20+7+2: (10)+7+2: 19
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits"
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d6+2d6+3: (5)+(7)+3: 15
<OOC> Thurid says, "And hits squarely, but still up. pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 22.
It is now Nightmare's turn! Skyler is next!

Reithak flaps over to the other side of the horse, dropping down and into range of the horse. Reithak strikes out with their rapier, hitting true with their blade. "Alright! You all got this, just take it down!"

<OOC> Thurid says, "Horse breathes smoke as free, attacks Reithak as standard, then moves (risking an AoO)"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Fort save, Reithak"
GAME: Reithak rolls fortitude: (14)+6: 20
<OOC> Thurid says, "Not sickened."
GAME: Thurid rolls 8: (18)+8: 26
GAME: Thurid rolls 1d4+4: (3)+4: 7
<OOC> Jarik says, "I wouldn't be able to pull my weapon to take that AoO chance, would I?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Only provokes from Reithak, you'll see why in a moment."
<OOC> Thurid says, "And also why I'm an idiot."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Taking your AoO, Reithak?"
<OOC> Reithak will take it
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll it."
<OOC> Reithak says, "any penalties from the smoke other than the sickened?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Miss chance from the smoke."
<OOC> Thurid says, "20"
<OOC> Reithak says, "low roll misses"
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d100: (41): 41
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d20+7+2: (5)+7+2: 14
<OOC> Thurid says, "Misses"
<OOC> Reithak says, "darn"

The Horse finds itself growing surrounded much like its rider had. It turns as Reithak lands behind her, breathing a cloud of noxious black smoke right in Reithak's beak before lashing out with its rotten teeth to tear feathers and a hunk of bloody flesh from their shoulder. With that it rears up and starts running- at an angle, off the ground, its hoofbeats striking thick black smoke that coalesces beneath them as though they were solid ground as it makes a break for it.

GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 22.
It is now Skyler's turn! Fiendish Rider is next!
<OOC> Skyler says, "I mean, not much I can do"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Um. Throw a snowball?"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Yeah, I'll charge and throw a snowball"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Sure!"
<OOC> Thurid says, "You could try a rock, even."
<OOC> Skyler says, "Can I put the rock in a snowball?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Of course!"
<OOC> Skyler says, "HELL YEAH"
<OOC> Skyler rolls ranged.
<OOC> Skyler says, "That's BAB and Dex, right?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Yeah, and -4 for an improvised weapon"
GAME: Skyler rolls 1d20+7-4: (6)+7+-4: 9
<OOC> Skyler trombones
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hey, it's the thought that counts."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it!"
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 17.
It is now Fiendish Rider's turn! Crik is next!
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 17.
It is now Crik's turn! Harshad is next!
<OOC> Skyler says, "Sec, lemme check something"
<OOC> Skyler says, "NM"
<OOC> Skyler says, "Menancing Swordplay only works on Melee"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Crik, you're up."
<OOC> Crik says, "Sniiipe"
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2: (20)+8: 28 (THREAT)
GAME: Crik rolls weapon2: (17)+8: 25

"HEY!" Skyler looks *mad* as the Nightmare bites and runs, taking to the air. He looks utterly frustrated and angry, "GET BACK HERE! WE'RE GUNNA MAKE YOU INTO SOUP AND GLUE! He dips down, making a snowball around a rock and throws it at the creature.

It whiffs, naturally.

<OOC> Thurid says, "That's a crit."
GAME: Crik rolls damage2: aliased to 1d4+0: (3)+0: 3
GAME: Crik rolls damage2+3d6: aliased to 1d4+0+3d6: (1)+0+(10): 11
<OOC> Crik says, "No wait, stealth failed. So just 4."
<OOC> Thurid says, "No sneak attack, he saw you yeah."
<OOC> Thurid says, "No damage."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Pose it up"
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 15.
It is now Harshad's turn! Jarik is next!
<OOC> Reithak says, "he still has piercing judgement!"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oh he does!"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Light damage, then"
<OOC> Crik rolls to establish stealth just in case
GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (17)+13: 30
GAME: Thurid rolls 11: (10)+11: 21
<OOC> Harshad is now realizing he shouldn't have dropped his crossbow.
<OOC> Thurid says, "Sneakin'"
<OOC> Skyler is now realizing he should *get* a crossbow
<OOC> Harshad says, "Welp, Harshad runs all the way back to where he left his crossbow, cursing the gods and fiery ugly horses as he goes."

As per usual, Crik is hiding - or attempting to hide, with his black feathered tail poking out - in the snow. When the mean horse gallops towards the sky, the corvid pokes up his head, takes aim and lets loose. Once again, he hits the demonic beast - and once again, he vanishes under the cover of the snow, as if he was never there. White cloaks come handy.

GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 12.
It is now Jarik's turn! Bryn is next!
<OOC> Jarik says, "Pulling out the crossbow and shooting"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Roll it."

"Oh godsdamnit it FLIES?!" Harshad sounds absolutely infuriated as the nightmare takes off into the air. The half-orc rogue turns to chase after it, breath steaming the air as he sprints past Skyler. "I hate this fucking job sometimes," he grates. "Hate it, hate it-- ahah!" He skids to a halt next to his crossbow, staring up at the nightmare in anticipation.

GAME: Jarik rolls weapon2: (13)+2: 15
<OOC> Thurid says, "That's a wiff, I'm afraid. Any movement?"
<OOC> Thurid says, "Oh drawing was the move, nevermind!"
<OOC> Jarik says, "I'll move a little closer, but not too much"
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Four - Init 5.
It is now Bryn's turn! Reithak is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Is your BaB at least 1, Jarik?"
<OOC> Jarik says, "Yeah."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Ah it is, yeah that's fine then."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Bryn, you're up."
<OOC> Jarik says, "Arcane casters at low levels man..."
<OOC> Bryn says, "Ok! Will be stepping to Jarik, using CLW on him, and posing."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Go for it."
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 24.
It is now Reithak's turn! Nightmare is next!
GAME: Bryn casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 14
GAME: Bryn rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7
<OOC> Reithak says, "moving up, dropping the rapier into a soft looking area, and drawing the heavy flamer, I mean, crossbow."
<OOC> Thurid says, "Alrighty, gonna shoot as well?"

As the horse goes flying by.. literally, Jarik lets out another annoyed series of grunts. Even if he's no longer a boar, this one doesn't particularly translate. He's just annoyed. So reaching behind him under his cloak, he whips out his crossbow and takes aim. The bolt goes soaring through the air, and lands in the snow harmlessly.

GAME: Reithak rolls 1d20+7: (13)+7: 20
<OOC> Thurid says, "Hits."
GAME: Reithak rolls 1d10+2d6: (10)+(8): 18

They fly now? Yep, the horse flies now, too. Brynreally prefers bashing things and getting up close and personal rather than shooting them... and this time doesn't. Instead, she heads over to Jarik, who has been bitten, previously gored, and generally seems to have had a new rent torn in himself in three of the last two outings with him.

She begins short, soft lullaby-like song like used before when everyone was patching themselves up. A hand is placed on his chomped shoulder with a rush of salving magic. Then, with a glint of mischief(?) in her eye and a pique, she leans to add a lick. Maybe more to neck than shoulder, since she's not aiming to tongue clothes or armor.

Maybe its a bit of wit from talk the night before. Maybe she's just in a mood?

Maybe she thinks he might wind up in bloody chunks before the next time she sees him, given his record.

<OOC> Thurid says, "Hanging on by a thread, pose it."
GAME: Thurid advances the initiative order.
Round Five - Init 22.
It is now Nightmare's turn! Skyler is next!
<OOC> Thurid says, "Anyhow, I'll wait for Reithak's pose."

Reithak is left coughing and sputtering from a cloud of putrid smoke, and the egalrin tries to swing wildly, hitting nothing in the process as she flaps her way out of the cloud. "Get back here, and harry our world no more!" She yells, dropping her rapier and pulling the large crossbow slung under her wings out, aiming, and landing a solid bolt on the horse, causing more damage than expected as it seems ton instinctively curve to a more vital spot on the outsider.

Reithak's parting shot tears a deep rent into the flank of the fleeing nightmare, revealing ribs and guts which spill and drip acrid blood into the snow beneath the path of its flight- but it does not slow, galloping through the air. Ahead of it, dark smoke begins to form into a rough circle. Bolts of red lightning coruscate through the glowing cloud. And then with a whip-crack of thunder and a gout of flame, the smoke bursts open into a visage of one of the killing fields of the lower planes, where the souls of evil mortals are tormented for eternity. The nightmare surges through the portal, which closes behind it with another peal of thunder and a shockwave that rocks the nearby trees.

The cowboy's hat falls, from where it had snagged on a branch during his own fall from the heavens, and lands covering his face.

Jarik kind of just looks at Bryn, as she literally gives him a healing lick and just sort of stares blankly for a moment like his brain is trying to process what just happened. He really has not spent enough time around oruchs full blooded or no to know if that's a thing. Luckily the nightmare planeshifting catches his attention. He shudders slightly at the glimps of the abyssal plane beyond, but lowers his crossbow. "Well, that's one problem solved."

"... And your mother!" Skyler retorts, finishing off a profanity-laden diatribe that began with talk about making the nightmare into glue and ended with some utterly unsavory talk about their mother.

And in one last fit of pique, he grabs another snowball to throw where it was before giving a decisive nod. So there! "Let's check his pockets. Maybe there's a letter or something. If he was stupid enough to die to us, he was stupid enough to carry evidence of craziness."

Harshad shoves his blades away and snatches up the crossbow... just in time to see the nightmare vanish. He stares for a moment, then exhales harshly. "Well... good riddance, I guess." He reslings his crossbow, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks around. Nobody's dead, minimal injuries. He's definitely had worse jobs.

At Skyler's comment, Harshad nods. "Definitely. Turn out the bastard's pockets. Maybe we'll find a few coins as well, before we bury him." A pause, then he looks at Reithak. "Or do we burn him? I don't know how you handle these kinda things."

It takes a few moments, before Crik appears out of the snow near one of the party members. He ruffles his weathers, wipes off snow, rubs his beak and then looks around blankly. "... watch out for the cinders and sulphuric acid." He warns, then pulls out his notebook. "But we should quickly gather any evidence." He nods his head rapidly at Skyler, agreeing. "Do not read anything out loud. Or kiss any visions of maidens or," He looks at the corpse, "Handsome undead people." He offers blank look. "That is how they get your soul." He was the foremost expert in reading esoteric non-fiction, after all.

Bryn doesn't get the chance to give much of a grin at Jarik before she, too, is pulled and surprised by, the plane-trotting horse. "Well, that's different. But gone's gone!" A look back to make sure the rider is still there. "N dead's dead."

She has no clue on what to do with dead half-fiends, and steps through the snow to pick up her big blade. That's not getting left behind. Then she blinks at Crik. "Who'd be kissin -that- thing?!"

Reithak was racking the heavy crossbow back again, which loaded another bolt, but then the horse was gone. "Ah, shit. Hope it doesn't hold a grudge." Reithak grumbles, flapping down to the ground to go pick up and sheathe her rapier again. "Everyone alright?" She wonders.

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| class="left" | '''Race:'''
| Half-Elf
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| class="left" | '''Homeland:'''
| The Mythwood
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| class="left" | '''Age:'''
| 25
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| class="left" | '''Occupation:'''
| Diplomat and teacher at the University
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| class="left" | '''Class:'''
| Sorcerer (starsoul bloodline) 20
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| class="left" | '''Faith:'''
| Eluna
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A dapper looking young half-elf, Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon stands a surprising five and a half feet in height, tallish for one of his kind. Slender and sleek in build, with the sturdiness that comes from being an adventurer, his hair helps him stand out: it's a wild shock of platinum-blond, almost silvery, the kind of color that nobles spend inordinate amounts of money to try and get with dyes and tinctures. His locks are styled in an unruly, just-got-out-of-bed look, and his eyes are dark, dancing with merry humor and good cheer. His is a face given more to smiles than frowns, more to laughter than to brooding or sullenness, and when he speaks it's in a clear tenor that asks -- but never demands -- to be heard.

His clothing is always elegant and tailored for comfort, appearance, and function -- proof that yes, you can have all three. Typically he wears a ruffled white silk blouse with silver buttons up the front, leather riding trousers in black, and polished boots fitted with silver buckles. Wrapped around his waist is a deep gray sash embroidered with golden thread at the edges, tied at one hip. Over this, he wears a kind of sleeveless coat or cloak in a deep blue, almost as dark as his trousers, the hems trimmed with geometric symbols, and set upon his brow is a gold and silver circlet.

'''Items of Note''':

''Engagement Ring'': Telamon wears a simple golden band on the third finger of his left hand.

''Hand Mark'': His marriage to [[Ravenstongue]] is denoted by a marking on the back of his left hand, two inches wide, depicting a wreath of feathers surrounding a starry sky, with three stars prominently featured in the middle.

''Star Chart'': Not typically visible, Telamon has an elaborate tattoo on his back of a sunburst surrounded by a star chart, with references in Celestial. The tattoo does not appear normal, as it is in blue, silver, and gold, and those educated in such matters will be able to tell that the star chart does not correspond to Ea's skies.




<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Roleplay Hooks''</p>

* '''Diplomat:''' Telamon is a diplomat by trade as well as an accomplished sorcerer. If something needs to be worked out, one could do a lot worse than call on him.
* '''Magic:''' Telamon's magic is sometimes strange and esoteric, drawn from the moon and stars. His starborn bloodline gives him strange insights, but he remains well grounded in the realities of life.
* '''Nighttime:''' Telamon can often be found at night, studying the stars or meditating on them. Or simply brewing another bottle of his 'Night's Kiss' wine for a friend.
* '''The Fey:''' Thanks to his extensive adventures with Cor'lana, Telamon has picked up more than a little knowledge about the fey and their behavior. He's been asked to mediate a couple times between mortals and fey entities.
* '''Marriage:''' Telamon recently wed Cor'lana Lúpecyll, each of them taking the other's name. As a result, they often adventure together and are something of a 'power couple'.
* '''The Shining Chalice:''' Telamon has been elevated to a position of mentorship in the Shining Chalice. As a result, sometimes he can be found working on their behalf. He also enjoys helping teach neophyte sorcerers in the fine points of what he calls 'the talent'.


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* '''Shuichi:''' A redheaded young man with a talent for magic and clever hands, Telamon adopted Shuichi as his apprentice after an incident involving a div, a holy artifact of Eluna, and Shuichi's very sick mother Shiori. Thankfully Shiori is now cured, and Telamon is enjoying the novelty of instructing Shuichi in how sorcery works.
* '''Jyndei:''' Jyndei is a small orange-scaled faerie dragon that Telamon and Cor'lana encountered in the Chalice meetinghouse. Tel took a liking to the little fellow, and occasionally Jyndei can be found with Telamon, offering his own views and opinions.
* '''Telperius Atlon:''' Telamon's father is a tall, striking elf with dirty blond hair in a wild mane, usually dressed to the nines much like his son. While officially a royal diplomat from the Mythwood, subtle hints and rumors suggest he was something far more dangerous.
* '''Telgari Atlon:''' Telamon's uncle, a rough hewn elven druid with a rather humorous reputation for being a 'skirt-chaser'. He has several children, and while he prefers to live in the deep woods proper, has moved back closer to civilization to spend time with a newly discovered daughter.
* '''Ariana Atlon:''' Telamon's mother. A fiery, passionate red-headed woman who says what she thinks and doesn't shy away from speaking her mind. This intense nature was what drew Telperius to her. Nowadays she happily manages the Atlon household, keeping an eye on the extended family and any guests who might visit.
* '''Keriga and Jalrik:''' Despite narrowly avoiding a crossbow marriage to Keriga, Telamon has remained good friends with this oruch power couple. While he doesn't get to see them much (their clan resides in the Dranei territories), he remains fond of both of them.
* '''Kordo and Maria:''' Two of Telamon's childhood friends. While Maria and Telamon were somewhat sweet on each other, ultimately Telamon realized he couldn't drag Maria all over half of Ea while apprenticed to his father. He arranged for Kordo to court Maria, and the two would later wed. Telamon considers both of them good friends.

<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Notable Notes''</p>
* '''A Man of Many Talents:''' Telamon possesses considerable, if eclectic skills. He's a maker of arcane wines (called 'libations') as well as potions, a remarkably good cook, he's loves to play the lute (especially as accompaniment for his wife), and has a knack for hair-braiding.
* '''Clotheshorse:''' If Telamon has a vice, it's clothes. Only when adventuring does he deign to dress down, and even then his garments are typically tailored for maximum comfort as well as utility. He's on a first name basis with half the clothesmakers in Alexandria.
* '''Everyone's a Friend:''' Telamon is good at making friends, and will rub shoulders with anyone. Despite his somewhat upper-class origins he only avoids certain areas because he doesn't like to get in scuffles.
* '''Fastidious:''' That being said, Telamon can't stand being dirty (getting dirty is one thing, but he hates staying that way). He absolutely loathes any task that takes him into Alexandria's extensive sewer system. Tel will happily give advice on laundering clothes and will point people to the TarRaCe for a good hot bath if they're in need of it.
* '''Languages:''' Telamon speaks a large number of languages, with at least functional fluency (if not near-native). His preferred tongues are Tradespeak and Sildanyari, of course, but he's conversant in Draconic, Khazdul, Sylvan, Yrch-Speak, Goblin-Talk, and the languages of gnomes and lucht. He also has an excellent grasp of the elemental languages, as well as the old tongue, Mynsandraal. He also knows Handspeech.
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{{Badge-Entry|The Talent}} Telamon typically casts with his voice accompanied by gestures, the language unlike anything heard on Ea.
{{Badge-Entry|Manifestations}} His powers are strange and esoteric, and accompanied by phenomena like temperature shifts, the scent of charcoal, ice forming in fractal patterns, or distant whistling voices.
{{Badge-Entry|Development}} As time has gone on, Telamon's powers have grown and blossomed. He likes to joke that 'breathing is something other people worry about' and he has no fear of cold or darkness now.
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{{Badge-Entry|Organization}}Shining Chalice
{{Badge-Entry|Role}}Master scholar and proctor in the Chalice (Tier 6)
{{Badge-Entry|Landmarks}}Telamon's contributions have been consistent and subtle, helping keep the Chalice on an even keel and not letting meetings dissolve into confusion.
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{{Badge-Entry|Heritage}}"There is something to be said for having ties to both worlds. Why not draw from both?"
{{Badge-Entry|Role}}"Diplomacy is about trying to bring people together. Or at least browbeat them into being reasonable."
{{Badge-Entry|Faith}}"I was never very dedicated, but recent events seem to have drawn me into Eluna's... heh, orbit."
{{Badge-Entry|Homeland}}"Wherever Lana and I settle down will be home. That's all I need."
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{{Badge-Entry|Tier}}Tier 3
{{Badge-Entry|Development}}Remember that the sun is also a star. Telamon can draw upon that celestial power just as much as he can the trackless void of space.
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{{Badge-Entry|Tier}}Tier 10
{{Badge-Entry|Progression}}Epic Rise d12, Trance Dream, Enhance Magic Item, Guided Dream, Rally, Castle of Dreams, Commanding Presence
{{Badge-Entry|Development}}Telamon now bears stewardship over a place in the Border Ethereal, near the Dreamlands. Called the Castle on the Edge of Waking, it can serve as a secure hideaway that all but the most determined interlopers will not be able to find.

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Telamon Lúpecyll-Atlon

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<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Physical Description''</p>


{| width="300px" class="infobox" align="right" style="padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:5px;"
| colspan="3" | [[Image:Telamon-EI-050623.jpg|300px|Portrait done by EvilInspiration.]]
|-
| class="left" | '''Race:'''
| Half-Elf
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| class="left" | '''Homeland:'''
| The Mythwood
|-
| class="left" | '''Age:'''
| 25
|-
| class="left" | '''Occupation:'''
| Diplomat and teacher at the University
|-
| class="left" | '''Class:'''
| Sorcerer (starsoul bloodline) 20
|-
| class="left" | '''Faith:'''
| Eluna
|-
|}




A dapper looking young half-elf, Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon stands a surprising five and a half feet in height, tallish for one of his kind. Slender and sleek in build, with the sturdiness that comes from being an adventurer, his hair helps him stand out: it's a wild shock of platinum-blond, almost silvery, the kind of color that nobles spend inordinate amounts of money to try and get with dyes and tinctures. His locks are styled in an unruly, just-got-out-of-bed look, and his eyes are dark, dancing with merry humor and good cheer. His is a face given more to smiles than frowns, more to laughter than to brooding or sullenness, and when he speaks it's in a clear tenor that asks -- but never demands -- to be heard.

His clothing is always elegant and tailored for comfort, appearance, and function -- proof that yes, you can have all three. Typically he wears a ruffled white silk blouse with silver buttons up the front, leather riding trousers in black, and polished boots fitted with silver buckles. Wrapped around his waist is a deep gray sash embroidered with golden thread at the edges, tied at one hip. Over this, he wears a kind of sleeveless coat or cloak in a deep blue, almost as dark as his trousers, the hems trimmed with geometric symbols, and set upon his brow is a gold and silver circlet.

'''Items of Note''':

''Engagement Ring'': Telamon wears a simple golden band on the third finger of his left hand.

''Hand Mark'': His marriage to [[Ravenstongue]] is denoted by a marking on the back of his left hand, two inches wide, depicting a wreath of feathers surrounding a starry sky, with three stars prominently featured in the middle.

''Star Chart'': Not typically visible, Telamon has an elaborate tattoo on his back of a sunburst surrounded by a star chart, with references in Celestial. The tattoo does not appear normal, as it is in blue, silver, and gold, and those educated in such matters will be able to tell that the star chart does not correspond to Ea's skies.




<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Roleplay Hooks''</p>

* '''Diplomat:''' Telamon is a diplomat by trade as well as an accomplished sorcerer. If something needs to be worked out, one could do a lot worse than call on him.
* '''Magic:''' Telamon's magic is sometimes strange and esoteric, drawn from the moon and stars. His starborn bloodline gives him strange insights, but he remains well grounded in the realities of life.
* '''Nighttime:''' Telamon can often be found at night, studying the stars or meditating on them. Or simply brewing another bottle of his 'Night's Kiss' wine for a friend.
* '''The Fey:''' Thanks to his extensive adventures with Cor'lana, Telamon has picked up more than a little knowledge about the fey and their behavior. He's been asked to mediate a couple times between mortals and fey entities.
* '''Marriage:''' Telamon recently wed Cor'lana Lúpecyll, each of them taking the other's name. As a result, they often adventure together and are something of a 'power couple'.
* '''The Shining Chalice:''' Telamon has been elevated to a position of mentorship in the Shining Chalice. As a result, sometimes he can be found working on their behalf. He also enjoys helping teach neophyte sorcerers in the fine points of what he calls 'the talent'.


<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Associated NPCs''</p>
* '''Shuichi:''' A redheaded young man with a talent for magic and clever hands, Telamon adopted Shuichi as his apprentice after an incident involving a div, a holy artifact of Eluna, and Shuichi's very sick mother Shiori. Thankfully Shiori is now cured, and Telamon is enjoying the novelty of instructing Shuichi in how sorcery works.
* '''Telperius Atlon:''' Telamon's father is a tall, striking elf with dirty blond hair in a wild mane, usually dressed to the nines much like his son. While officially a royal diplomat from the Mythwood, subtle hints and rumors suggest he was something far more dangerous.
* '''Telgari Atlon:''' Telamon's uncle, a rough hewn elven druid with a rather humorous reputation for being a 'skirt-chaser'. He has several children, and while he prefers to live in the deep woods proper, has moved back closer to civilization to spend time with a newly discovered daughter.
* '''Ariana Atlon:''' Telamon's mother. A fiery, passionate red-headed woman who says what she thinks and doesn't shy away from speaking her mind. This intense nature was what drew Telperius to her. Nowadays she happily manages the Atlon household, keeping an eye on the extended family and any guests who might visit.
* '''Keriga and Jalrik:''' Despite narrowly avoiding a crossbow marriage to Keriga, Telamon has remained good friends with this oruch power couple. While he doesn't get to see them much (their clan resides in the Dranei territories), he remains fond of both of them.
* '''Kordo and Maria:''' Two of Telamon's childhood friends. While Maria and Telamon were somewhat sweet on each other, ultimately Telamon realized he couldn't drag Maria all over half of Ea while apprenticed to his father. He arranged for Kordo to court Maria, and the two would later wed. Telamon considers both of them good friends.

<p style="color: #4662B8; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold; font-family: Constantia;">''Notable Notes''</p>
* '''A Man of Many Talents:''' Telamon possesses considerable, if eclectic skills. He's a maker of arcane wines (called 'libations') as well as potions, a remarkably good cook, he's loves to play the lute (especially as accompaniment for his wife), and has a knack for hair-braiding.
* '''Clotheshorse:''' If Telamon has a vice, it's clothes. Only when adventuring does he deign to dress down, and even then his garments are typically tailored for maximum comfort as well as utility. He's on a first name basis with half the clothesmakers in Alexandria.
* '''Everyone's a Friend:''' Telamon is good at making friends, and will rub shoulders with anyone. Despite his somewhat upper-class origins he only avoids certain areas because he doesn't like to get in scuffles.
* '''Fastidious:''' That being said, Telamon can't stand being dirty (getting dirty is one thing, but he hates staying that way). He absolutely loathes any task that takes him into Alexandria's extensive sewer system. Tel will happily give advice on laundering clothes and will point people to the TarRaCe for a good hot bath if they're in need of it.
* '''Languages:''' Telamon speaks a large number of languages, with at least functional fluency (if not near-native). His preferred tongues are Tradespeak and Sildanyari, of course, but he's conversant in Draconic, Khazdul, Sylvan, Yrch-Speak, Goblin-Talk, and the languages of gnomes and lucht. He also has an excellent grasp of the elemental languages, as well as the old tongue, Mynsandraal. He also knows Handspeech.
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{{Badge-Entry|The Talent}} Telamon typically casts with his voice accompanied by gestures, the language unlike anything heard on Ea.
{{Badge-Entry|Manifestations}} His powers are strange and esoteric, and accompanied by phenomena like temperature shifts, the scent of charcoal, ice forming in fractal patterns, or distant whistling voices.
{{Badge-Entry|Development}} As time has gone on, Telamon's powers have grown and blossomed. He likes to joke that 'breathing is something other people worry about' and he has no fear of cold or darkness now.
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{{Badge-Entry|Organization}}Shining Chalice
{{Badge-Entry|Role}}Master scholar and proctor in the Chalice
{{Badge-Entry|Landmarks}}Telamon's contributions have been consistent and subtle, helping keep the Chalice on an even keel and not letting meetings dissolve into confusion.
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{{Badge-Entry|Heritage}}"There is something to be said for having ties to both worlds. Why not draw from both?"
{{Badge-Entry|Role}}"Diplomacy is about trying to bring people together. Or at least browbeat them into being reasonable."
{{Badge-Entry|Faith}}"I was never very dedicated, but recent events seem to have drawn me into Eluna's... heh, orbit."
{{Badge-Entry|Homeland}}"Wherever Lana and I settle down will be home. That's all I need."
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{{Badge-Entry|Aspect}}Sun-Touched
{{Badge-Entry|Tier}}Tier 3
{{Badge-Entry|Development}}Remember that the sun is also a star. Telamon can draw upon that celestial power just as much as he can the trackless void of space.
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{{Badge-Entry|Tier}}Tier 10
{{Badge-Entry|Progression}}Epic Rise d12, Trance Dream, Enhance Magic Item, Guided Dream, Rally, Castle of Dreams, Commanding Presence
{{Badge-Entry|Development}}Telamon now bears stewardship over a place in the Border Ethereal, near the Dreamlands. Called the Castle on the Edge of Waking, it can serve as a secure hideaway that all but the most determined interlopers will not be able to find.

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Cats, Dolls, Bandits and Questions

2024-12-29T20:15:39Z

Telamon: Created page with "Ox-Strength Tavern, evening Carver sits in the corner, with her hood drawn up, smoking from a pipe. That when she exhales turns out to just be a strange toy she found at market, bubbles blowing out in ephemeral lives, existing and then no longer as their delicate structure POPS with musical notes. She turns the wooden device over in her scratched and dirty hands with a shadowy smirk. Two cups sit before her and what looks to be a half finished wooden horse she is hand..."

Ox-Strength Tavern, evening

Carver sits in the corner, with her hood drawn up, smoking from a pipe.

That when she exhales turns out to just be a strange toy she found at market, bubbles blowing out in ephemeral lives, existing and then no longer as their delicate structure POPS with musical notes. She turns the wooden device over in her scratched and dirty hands with a shadowy smirk. Two cups sit before her and what looks to be a half finished wooden horse she is hand whittling. The Mad Ox itself is full today.

Korrite pilgrims gather for arm wrestling in one corner watched carefully by a quartet of off-duty watchmen wary for trouble as snow piles on everyone, and tempers rise to replace dropping temperatures. Wenches hustle between the larger parties and smaller ones, dancing to their own tune, echoed by a pair of bards wailing away on their instruments in this smoky parlor. This is not the realm of lowlife, but it is the seed of the earth. Hard working, simple, and honest in its dishonesty.

Of course, that's when the door opens to admit someone who fits in about as well as a ne'er-do-well in the noble district. Which is to say: not at all. The long-limbed golem is not one of those rare constructs seeking to emulate living creatures. Far from it. The gangling frame bears a heavy breastplate engraved with the scales of Vardama, and the shoulders are festooned with a half-dozen prayer-strips on each. A dozen simple scarab charms hang around its neck, and it bears the heavy sacred khopesh at its waist.

But this time, it does not wear the plague-doctor mask. Its white-jade features are visible, the eyes lit with a lambent yellow glow as the Executor's stern gaze sweeps the room, before falling on Carver. Without a word, Khepri walks towards the ranger, metal-shod feet sounding on the floor.

Khepri stands out. Some of the Korrite pilgrims lean forward to get a better look as they stomp across the Ox, and even some of the Watchmen adjust uncomfortably. Strange people bring strange troubles, their existence alone welcoming conflict.

Carver spots him a second later, giving a wave, which only serves to disperse some of the tobacco smoke and the last of her music bubbles. "How'd you know't me?" She has a hood on, a purposefully and tasteful disguise. Nevermind the rest of her adventuring accoutrements being easily recognizable. "Anywho, take a seat. Wanted to touch base with you about the horse-drowning asshole."

Smoothly, the golem takes a seat opposite Carver, the bench supporting its lanky form without complaint. "You are not that unrecognizable," Khepri states calmly. "But I do not think you truly wished to be unseen. Merely... unremarked upon."

A server nervously approaches, only to be cut off in mid-spiel by Khepri. "Depart. The Ox will be compensated." As the server backs off, the golem turns its attention fully to Carver and her words.

"Cerberus is confined in the Arcanist's Prison. He cannot escape. He has been questioned by myself and others, and some answers have come to light."

"Scary," Carver teases as she tosses back her hood as Khepri 'dimisses' one of the servers. "All a yous strange walking armors are though, I guess." She takes her cup and drinks from it, and this at least, is no toy. She has a fondness for the rich northern beer and its foam is wiped off her lips with a satisfied sigh. "So that's where he is, hope he likes it. I suppose you've talked to him? Find out anythin' of use you can share?"

The ranger leans back into her chair, tossing an arm over the rest, perfectly at ease in the incredibly uncomfortable slouching posture.

Khepri seems unfazed by the comment. "We are not strange. We are very simple creatures." However, this isn't the place for an extended discussion on wargolem life. Instead, Khepri considers the question.

"Yes. Cerberus was hired by what he believes to be one or more fey nobles who wanted him to delay the shipment Lord Ahu had commissioned." The golem pauses. "A consignment of strawberries and chocolate." Clearly, Khepri does not grasp the point.

"As to what motivated Cerberus, he is half-fey and sought passage to Quelynos -- and of course, coin. I would like to note that someone knew -exactly- where Lord Ahu's shipment was going to be -- which suggests this goes deeper than mere banditry."

"What, it's just some dumb petty dispute? That doesn't make any sense t'all." Carver scoffs. "Not that I don't know fey creatures to be dumb and petty, but there's almost always weird layers to why they do the dumb and petty things. Like stinky onions with plans, innit?" Carver reaches for her little wooden horse, turning it over in her hands as she thinks. "I don't get it. Timing stinks too. Righ' when the dolls started showing up in Alexandros, alongside some freaky whip devil guy ringleadin' that? That's not devil ploy. That's Fey. They like that kinda thing don't they? Elaborate plays and misdirection. Even got a half-fey pawn to play the part. Know anything 'bout this Lord Ahu?"

The golem's posture is rigid, lacking in emotion, but there's still a sense of frustration coming off it as it shakes its head. "No. The Alexandrian nobility is jealous of their privacy and will not accede to casual inquiries. I have filed a request through the temple, but it will take time."

Khepri rests its hands on the tabletop, almost unnaturally still. "Your point about fey is not without merit. However, my experience with fey has been..." The inquisitor pauses, before continuing, "Unpleasant. One attempted to steal my identity as part of some greater scheme."

"Exactly! That's the point, innit? They do petty things but there's usually a reason to it. Yeah, obviously, some might just be prone to chaos for its own sake, but nobles? Powerful creatures? No." She taps the doll to her temple, straining her memory. "Okay, so the horse-drowning asshole was just a patsy between real players and somebody definitely feeding information over."

Think, think, tap, tap. "What about that guy who hired us. Nasir? I think't was? He'd be in a position to feed information to opposing forces, an' he's always the middleman for this 'Lord Ahu'."

Khepri tilts its head quizzically, considering. "He would be. But what does it gain him? Of course, one cannot speculate on an unknown motive. And there are ways of tracing such leaks." The golem would frown, if its face was made for such.

"Indeed, it seems Cerberus was a tool. We must find the hand that guided him. However, I do not possess the necessary influence to force the issue with a noble or his staff."

Carver spreads her hands, the dirt on her nails and the bow-roughened palms suggesting what she does not say. Uncertain that she has the means to force any movement of a powerful noble either, as common as the dirt as she is. Skill and horsemanship can only take you so far.

She lays her palms back on the table as the bards pick up another song, about an old fool and his goat. "Well, I have zero leads. We did find part of the bandit troupe that was involved with the dolls. At the time, he was wrenched by cold and blood loss, but I wander if these two entities are connected. This, uh, Neverein we killed and horse drowning asshole." She lifts her left hand clocks off ticks. "I think the only two connections we wot have are Danya, the HDA, and Nasir. I don't know how else or even where else to look."

The pale, blank countenance regards Carver. "I shall continue making inquiries," Khepri responds. "However, it may be in our best interest to seek additional help. If you know anyone who might have more experience in these matters, I implore you to enlist their help."

The golem rests its chin on one hand, the posture looking vaguely disturbing -- like a mannequin's pose. "I am unfamiliar with this Danya or the HDA. Please explain further."

"Danya is the name of the surviving bandits, at the doll's 'theft'. Righ' before the snows started." Carver says. "HDA is just horse drowning asshole, but I'm gettin' tired of sayin' the whole thing." An' she isn't going to humanize him with giving a full name. At the mention of someone with more experience, she again shrugs. "Sorry to disappoint. Don't even know who that woul' be. I'll ask around to what friends I got though."

Khepri tilts its head. "Where is this Danya now? Imprisoned?" The inquisitor considers for a moment. "There are unusual currents here. The animated dolls, this Lord Ahu's unusual shipments drawing fey ire. All very strange."

The golem looks at Carver. "If Cerberus's information bears fruit regarding fey involvement, he may well be sentenced to exile, under pain of death. However, this may be much larger than an idiot half-breed with what my instructors called 'daddy issues'."

"That's what I'm saying," Carver reestablishes. "Devil don't blanket in snow, right? They don't use pretend plots with cute little dolls. Okay, dumb idiot daddy issue horse drowning assholes getting used? They do that but the rest doesn't read like their portfolio. It reads like some fairy queen crap playing elaborate jokes. Danya is in jail, yeah. I'm fairly sure you can get access to him if you want to follow up with any questions. He's a dumb tool too. Just a musclehead who followed someone dumb enough to take jobs from someone giving them jobs through frickin' dreams, but somebody handles a tool enough, and they might forget to scrub it clean."

Khepri tilts its head again, absorbing Carver's colorful analysis. "There is merit in that summation," the golem replies. "Perhaps Cerberus can be... persuaded to give details on how he would contact his sponsors. He mentioned a stone circle, and a word used to call them. Which could be duplicated by other magicians, but might be worth investigating."

This line of thought shakes something loose, and Khepri looks at Carver. "Which reminds me. Cerberus mentioned a... cat? He had encountered before they attacked the shipment. I am uncertain if it is of import."

"There was a cat at the job too." Carver says. "When we got there, 'member? All a yous were marchin' forward an' was he got closer, it meowed. Gave us away. Meowed and strutted away all proud, meant we coul' not sneak up on'm." She frowns. "I dunno, I wish I had a good head for figurin' out connections like I do a forest trail, cause this is all windy and like doubles back on't self like dozens of time."

"Nasir is also the one that put us on the job that led to Cerberus being captured. To escort a wagon and leave it to be picked up by someone else... and a black cat, a frickin' black one was with Nasir when we turned in the job."

Khepri stops moving entirely. The golem's yellow eyes meeting Carver's. "The cat Cerberus spoke of was black." The unmoving face belies the tension in the golem's words. "Something is very wrong. I do not know if I am correct. But it is clear this is far, far more than it appears."

The Executor considers, before it continues, "I wish for you to come to the Temple of Vardama. A temporary visit -- I would ask for you to give a deposition. It may well be that Nasir, or even Lord Ahu, are directly involved with the fey."

Carver waves her ascent, brow furrowed. "Yeah, in the mornin'. No problem." She stares into her mug of beer, no doubt scratching at the empty halls of her little brain for every connecting dot to black cats and golden eyes.

Khepri inclines its head. "The morning will be acceptable. I do not wish to delay. I seek the truth in this matter -- not just the how, but the why. It is not appropriate for mortals to be the playthings of the fey."

A smooth motion, and the golem rises to its feet. Deliberately, it places a gold coin where it sat. "Until the morning then. The blessing of the Harpist be with you."

"I'll settle for my beer, thanks. Cya in god's lil' house tomorrow." Carver grumbles, slowly sliding the gold coin into her hand. She bites it, cause that's what you do when anyone presents such a token. Just to make sure.

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Recent Logs

2024-12-29T20:15:08Z

Telamon:

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2023 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2024 Logs==
===January===
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|Log
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|January 1, 2024
|[[New Face in Town]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Murder]]
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|[[What is in a Name]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Triangulating Assumptions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]]
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|[[Magic and Archmages]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Kadlin]], [[Mikilos]], [[Murder]]
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|January 2, 2024
|[[In Search of a Forge]]
|[[Kadlin]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|[[Tales of Redemption and Grief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 5, 2024
|[[Song and Holy Violence]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|January 8, 2024
|[[An Ask of Mental Fortitude]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Axochitl's Aid]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 9, 2024
|[[Snowballs in the Gardens]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Eztli]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ness]], [[Ous]]
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|January 10, 2024
|[[A Meeting In The Wintry Woods]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Kadlin]], [[Munch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 11, 2024
|[[Shenanigans on Ice]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]]
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|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Aimarra]], [[Carver]], GM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 14, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|[[Testing Synonie]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 15, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 3]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Chronolark - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 18, 2024
|[[Workouts and Distractions]]
|[[Choler]], [[Thurid]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
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|January 19, 2024
|[[World Peace and Hunky Boys]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 21, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|January 22, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 23, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|January 25, 2024
|[[Silencing the Unloved King]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 27, 2024
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Beneath]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Schara]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
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|January 28, 2024
|[[Phantom Thieves - The Heist Pt2]]
|[[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Merith]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Fidget]]
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|January 29, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 4]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|[[Wraps and Hiccups]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|January 30, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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===February===
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|Log
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|February 1, 2024
|[[Cat Scratch Chills]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Teppus]]
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|February 2, 2024
|[[Raiders of the Lost Tomb Part 5]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]] ('''DM:''' Telamon)
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|February 4, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 1)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 5, 2024
|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 1)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 4]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 6, 2024
|[[Prisoner Transfer - Part 3]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|February 7, 2024
|[[Mushrooms and Man Left Behind]]
|[[Culix]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|February 11, 2024
|[[Quarry Quarrel, Part 2]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|[[Cultivating Humility]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Munch]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 5]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 13, 2024
|[[Sound Mind]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Answers in Amantli (Part 2)]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 14, 2024
|[[Fire birds and sharp sticks]]
|[[Crik]], [[Eztli]], [[Rhar]]
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|[[Simony's Haven]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 15, 2024
|[[Cold Winter Encounters]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
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|February 16, 2024
|[[Summoning Aid]]
|[[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[The show must drag on]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]]
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|February 18, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Quarry Quarrel Part 3]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Crik]], GM: [[Thurid]]
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|February 19, 2024
|[[Temple District Ruminations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]]
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|[[The Weight of Responsibility]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Chronolark - Part 6]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Reithak]], [[Aznara]] ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|February 20, 2024
|[[Dead Men]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[A Single Nail]]
|[[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 22, 2024
|[[Creation of Ash]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|February 23, 2024
|[[Expect the Unexpected]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
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|[[To Stalk The Fiend]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 25, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 4)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|February 26, 2024
|[[Serpentine Showing]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|February 28, 2024
|[[Ten Year Step]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - Assassins]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Crik]], [[Aznara]]
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|February 29, 2024
|[[Make Cookies Not War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Demand a Favor]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|[[Golfbag of Glaives]]
|[[Verna]], [[Culix]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Alfrik]]
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|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
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|March 1, 2024
|[[Releasing the Hounds]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 3, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 5)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Personal Hero]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
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|March 4, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 8]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Aznara]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|March 5, 2024
|[[Golden Coast Cruise]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 6, 2024
|[[Unlock, Unbind, Hide]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
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|[[Body Guard]]
|[[Alfrik]], [[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
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|March 9, 2024
|[[Adventure's End?]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|March 10, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
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|March 11, 2024
|[[Facing Another Trial]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
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|March 12, 2024
|[[Chronolark - Part 9]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], ('''DM:''' Whirlpool)
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|[[You Won't Be Alone]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
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|March 14, 2024
|[[To the Victor Go the Spoils]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: [[Verna]]
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|March 15, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|[[The Eve Before Death]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
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|March 17, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 7): The Poetry Corner]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 18, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 19, 2024
|[[A Morning At The Ox]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Murder]]
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|March 20, 2024
|[[Fantasy Gladiator League]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
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|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations ]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
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|March 23, 2024
|[[Go Home History You're Drunk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Reithak]], DM: Whirlpool
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|March 24, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
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|March 25, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
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|March 26, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 1)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
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|March 27, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Faranmidahn]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|March 31, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 9)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Riptide
|-
|April 2, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Pt3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]], [[Etzli]], [[Aelwyn]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 3, 2024
|[[Welcome Warden]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|April 5, 2024
|[[Cover Letter]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and Sake]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|April 8, 2024
|[[Frozen Veins]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Harshad]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Quinn]]
|-
|April 10, 2024
|[[Stop Me if You Have Heard This One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 11, 2024
|[[A Courier for a Page]]
|[[Aelwyn]], Npcs: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 12, 2024
|[[Needles And News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 14, 2024
|[[Three Assassins]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 10)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 15, 2024
|[[A Golden Ending (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|April 18, 2024
|[[Repose in Two Forms]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 3)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]] DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 20, 2024
|[[Tears of Death]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Rhar]], [[Rune]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|April 21, 2024
|[[Whilst You Lay Dreaming]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 11)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 22, 2024
|[[Birds of another Feather]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Reithak]], [[Sabina]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Revelation Raven]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Of Spring and Gardening]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2024
|[[Cutscene: Sins of the Father]]
|Caeles Miranore, Kiira Theran, Caeleil Miranore (NPCs by [[Leirune|Rune]] and [[Simony]])
|-
|
|[[Return of the Bina]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 4)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|April 24, 2024
|[[Aspiring Aspire-ations, Part 5]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Faranmidahn]]; GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 25, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2024
|[[Feel the Groove]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Magpie]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|April 28, 2024
|[[Morning in Goblintown]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Choler]]
|-
|
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 12)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; GM: Whirlpool
|-
|April 29, 2024
|[[The Stage Is Set]]
|[[Sabina]]; GM: Derecho
|-
|
|[[Rider of Decisions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]]; GM: Riptide
|-
|-
|}

===May===
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{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2024
|[[Silver Misses Snow]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Warnings on Deaf Ears]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|May 2, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 3, 2024
|[[Trade Off]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 5, 2024
|[[Behold the Unloved King (Part 13)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 6, 2024
|[[Maybe Fae-be]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 7, 2024
|[[A Happy Dance]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Close Shave]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[At Nothing We See]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 8, 2024
|[[Fashion Shopping Preperusal ]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aznara]]
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 5)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 10, 2024
|[[Piecing Together Me]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|May 12, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 14, 2024
|[[A Fiend In Plain Sight]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 15, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 6)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2024
|[[Fab Fabric and Fire]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Noodles and a Future Heist]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 18, 2024
|[[Honey Do]]
|[[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Mothers and Patrons]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|May 19, 2024
|[[Hunting Urvis (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Leirune|Rune]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|May 20, 2024
|[[We Are Seen]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Rain and Bath House]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 21, 2024
|[[Simpler Things]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|May 22, 2024
|[[The Name-Stealer]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 23, 2024
|[[Never Even]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Urvis Update]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 24, 2024
|[[Unpleasant News at the Noodle Stand]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stained Glass Butterfly]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|May 26, 2024
|[[Warning the Mislead]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], Nameless ([[Fidget]])
|-
|
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 7)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2024
|[[Changing Seasons and Hearts]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aragos]], [[Eztli]]. [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 28, 2024
|[[He Says]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Whatamelons and Wanderers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Crimson to Show Off]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[What Troubles Those in the Market]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|May 30, 2024
|[[A Stealthy Inquest]]
|[[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 2, 2024
|[[Noodles After The Heist]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Choler]], [[Harshad]]
|-
|June 4, 2024
|[[He Says (Part 2)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[What Makes A Cavalier Attitude?]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 5, 2024
|[[Down the River]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 3]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Castle In My Dreams]]
|[[Telamon]] (vignette)
|-
|June 7, 2024
|[[Break the Mold]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2024
|[[Fictitious - I]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]] , [[Gramarye]], [[Lanier]], [[Vaera]]; DM: Thoth
|-
|June 9, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 8)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; DM: Verna
|-
|June 10, 2024
|[[Bedtime Butterflies]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Lanier]]; DM: Aftershock
|-
|June 12, 2024
|[[The Castle on the Edge of Waking]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 13, 2024
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 2]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 14, 2024
|[[Grand Induction]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Five Nightmares]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 15, 2024
|[[Five Nightmares (Part 2)]]
|[[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - I]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Garden Lectures Under the Sun]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Mikilos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 16, 2024
|[[To Find a Mourner (Part 9)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 17, 2024
|[[When you Wish Upon a Fish]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 18, 2024
|[[Wasted Years]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 3)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 19, 2024
|[[A Warriors Instinct]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Pillory Blues]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Telamon]], [[Yazlo]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ashes on the Ground]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 20, 2024
|[[For A Few Potions More]]
|[[Choler]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Warrick]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|June 21, 2024
|[[Nonlinear Pie]]
|[[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Forearmed is Forwarned Part 3]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 22, 2024
|[[Best Boy]]
|[[Crik]], [[Menel]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|June 23, 2024
|[[A Warning Not A Gift]]
|[[Corey]], [[Harshad]], NPC Sori - [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deepest Depths - II]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[One Thousand Cranes]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|June 24, 2024
|[[The Price of Fish]]
|[[Arzhela]], [[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Expectations]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[He Says (Part 4)]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|June 25, 2024
|[[Full Day at the Baths]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Upon the Koz-way]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 26, 2024
|[[The Final Spires, Part 5]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|June 27, 2024
|[[Faphinae's Fanfare]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Simony]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Gearsmasher]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Skielstregar]]; guest star: [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|June 28, 2024
|[[Soul Food]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Fiends and Fae]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Never-ending Story]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|June 29, 2024
|[[Game On!]]
|[[Corey]], [[Eztli]], [[Karasu]], [[Leirune|Rune]] ;GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|June 30, 2024
|[[Fragile Like Trust]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[A Will to Kill]]
|Faphinae & Sori [[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 1, 2024
|[[Hunting Lore in the Library]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 2, 2024
|[[Death Comes Another Day]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Unravel Their Riddles]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2024
|[[Mist and Magic]]
|[[Alaric]], [[Crik]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 4, 2024
|[[A Lesson in Forgiveness]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2024
|[[Silence in the Library]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Palomas]], [[Reithak]], [[Warrick]], [[Zigrun]]
|-
|July 6, 2024
|[[Spelunking]]
|[[Crik]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; GM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 7, 2024
|[[A Story Born of Hope]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2024
|[[Sands through the Hourglass]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Menel]]
|-
|July 10, 2024
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 1)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|
|[[The Final Spires, Part 6]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget|NAME UNKNOWN]]; DM: Whirlpool
|-
|
| [[Tornmawr Torpedo]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|July 11, 2024
|[[Boogle Boogle]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Forlorn Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 12, 2024
|[[Name Exchange ]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 13, 2024
|[[Moment of the Future]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]]; GM: Aftershock
|-
|July 14, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[MAC-B1G]], Dirk, GM: Culix
|-
|July 15, 2024
|[[Explosions and Slaying]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Beginning]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Menel]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 19, 2024
|[[Summer Days]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Sjach]], [[Aznara]], DM: [[Verna]]
|-
|July 21, 2024
|[[Vagrant Tower - Void Engine 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Iskandar]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Culix
|-
|
|[[Following a Portent]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 22, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: Harkashan
|-
|July 23, 2024
|[[Tales of Wrassling and Cages]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Mountaineering Investigations]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Garak]], GM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|July 24, 2024
|[[A Consecration]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Delilah]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Whirlpool
|-
|July 25, 2024
|[[Turning Reputation into Charity]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 26, 2024
|[[Can't Sleep]]
|[[Nameless|Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Craven Match]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Aurum Among Thieves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 29, 2024
|[[It's Easy Being Green]]
|[[Bryn]]; NPC: Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 30, 2024
|[[Mountaineering Explanations]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Garak]], [[Rune]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 31, 2024
|[[Paint Ponderings]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 04, 2024
|[[Fair Pixie]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vagrant Tower: Void Engine Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], '''GM''': Culix
|-
|August 5, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne: Trouble in Unbundun Part 3]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 8, 2024
|[[I Know the Pieces Fit]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|August 9, 2024
|[[Litigation]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|August 11, 2024
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 3]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Dirk]], [[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]] '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|August 18, 2024
|[[On the Edge of Living]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 19, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 1]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Harshad]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]], [[Stena]] '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|August 20, 2024
|[[Happiness in Knowledge]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 22, 2024
|[[Death With a View]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 23, 2024
|[[Toge Means Thorn]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Litigation (Part 2)]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Nameless]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|August 25, 2024
|[[Dusk Blooming Vines]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harshad]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Reithak]], [[Sjach]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Apparently Heir]]
|[[Aeson]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 26, 2024
|[[Jiji Kiku]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 29, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 2]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2024
|[[Delivery in the Dark]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 2, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - Far Beneath Part 2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Stena]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]; ; '''GM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|September 4, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 3]]
| [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 6, 2024
|[[Dinner for Four and a Pothy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 7, 2024
|[[Whispers of Rebellion]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], with Ansir and Faphinae
|-
|
|[[Plotting in the Gardens]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Vex]]
|-
|
|[[Three Old Friends]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Corey]], [[Thoth]], [[Vex]], [[Victor]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 8, 2024
|[[How a Queen is Made]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 9, 2024
|[[A Friend for Magpie and Wizard]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Corey]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 10, 2024
|[[Fight for Us]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 11, 2024
|[[Love in Every Moment]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Good, The Bad, and the Alchemy]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Bryn]], and [[Vex]]
|-
|September 12, 2024
|[[Into The Temple - Part 4]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 13, 2024
|[[Simony Signs Up]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2024
|[[Everyone Needs a Hobby]]
|[[Corey]] (and Faphinae), [[Karasu]], [[Rhar]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|September 15, 2024
|[[Bad Lies, Good People]]
|[[Jezzara]]. [[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sunlight Revelation]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 16, 2024
|[[Gratitude]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 17, 2024
|[[A Prelude To Revelry]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was - I]]
| [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Rune]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 19, 2024
|[[A Storied Working Lunch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Daily Affirmation]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Grandfather (Alud'rigan) '''GM:''' [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into The Temple - Part 5]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|September 20, 2024
|[[Pastries and Purchases]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 21, 2024
|[[If You Love Me]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]] - Grandfather (Alud'rigan)
|-
|
|[[Pretty in Pink]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|September 22, 2024
|[[Sunlight Revelation Part 2]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|September 23, 2024
|[[Suspicious Stalker (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]; '''GM:''' Aftershock
|-
|September 24, 2024
|[[Gnawing on Metal]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Shiny Hunt]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 26, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 1]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 27, 2024
|[[Return of the Orchard Artificer]]
|[[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Hunter's Quarry Part 2]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], DM:[[Verna]]
|-
|September 29, 2024
|[[Wrench in the Works]]
|[[Crik]], [[Ulthan]], DM:[[Culix]]
|-
|}
===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 6, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 1)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 8, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 10, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 6]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|October 12, 2024
|[[Home is Where the Truth is]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|October 14, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 15, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 4)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 17, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 7]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A New Face in the TarRaCe]]
|[[Fayde]], [[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 18, 2024
|[[Little Children]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|October 21, 2024
|[[Connect the Dots (Part 4)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Corey]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Heir to the Throne - Retake Urah]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], [[Zofija]]; '''GM''': Harkashan
|-
|October 22, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 5)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 23, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 1)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 8]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[The Fiend Defeated]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 28, 2024
|[[Foxes and Ravens]]
|[[Corey]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|October 29, 2024
|[[Apples of Forgivness]]
|[[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 6)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|October 30, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 2)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 31, 2024
|[[Reunite Once Again]]
|[[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Temple - Part 9]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]], '''GM''': Whirlpool
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2024
|[[Caanan Returns]]
|[[Murder]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]] (as emitter)
|-
|November 2, 2024
|[[Ravenkeeper's Tidings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Talking Work Shop]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 4, 2024
|[[Heir to the Throne - (Re)take Urah]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Warrick]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 3)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 5, 2024
|[[Posted Notice (Part 1)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Bryn]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 7)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 6, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 10]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Bryn]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 11, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 4)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Posted Notice (Part 2)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Schara]], [[Ulthan]]; DM: [[Carver]]
|-
|November 12, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 8)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 14, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 11]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 15, 2024
|[[Becoming a Teacher]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2024
|[[Apple Daredevils]]
|[[Carver]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Culix]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 17, 2024
|[[A Bottle of Dust]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Strawberries]]
|[[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|November 18, 2024
|[[Her Biggest Fan (Part 5)]]
|[[Corey]], [[Dirk]], [[Karasu]], [[Murder]]; DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 19, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 9)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|November 20, 2024
|[[Into the Temple - Part 12]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Silmeria]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]; '''GM''': Whirlpool
|-
|November 22, 2024
|[[Welcome Tarsh]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 24, 2024
|[[All Hands]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Tarsh]], [[Ulthan]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Silent Sanitorium - Part 4]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[MAC-B1G]], [[Rune]]; DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[Meetings and Clans]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Murder]], [[Tarsh]]
|-
|
|[[Familiar Faces]]
|[[Carver]], [[Khepri]], [[Gramarye]]. [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|November 26, 2024
|[[Setting the Stage]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Warrick]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|November 27, 2024
|[[A Misplaced Case]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]; '''GM''': Telamon
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[A Lucky Meeting]]
|[[Carver]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 29, 2024
|[[Harvest Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 1]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Warrick]], [[Zelany]]; '''GM''': [[Culix]]
|-
|November 28, 2024
|[[Cruel Fear]]
|[[Lani'kua]], [[Menel]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2024
|[[Captain Repairioum]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 2, 2024
|[[Waylaid Delivery]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 3, 2024
|[[Barding for Bardlings]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Sand, Water, and Booze]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|December 03, 2024
|[[Same as It Ever Was (Part 10)]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|December 4, 2024
|[[The Setting For Questioning]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Serpentine Catch]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 5, 2024
|[[First Snow Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 7, 2024
|[[Day Three]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]], Alud'rigan
|-
|December 8, 2024
|[[Seven]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tidings of the Dolls]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 9, 2024
|[[Fashion, Fangs, and Fiends]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|December 12, 2024
|[[Little Demontry]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|December 13, 2024
|[[It's Probably Pirates - Part 2]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Zelany]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Culix]]
|-
|December 14, 2024
|[[MEETUP: Sauna Day!]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Carver]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|December 15, 2024
|[[Calling on Cerberus]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|
|[[Bandit Season]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Tlanexhuani]]; '''GM''': Aftershock
|-
|December 16, 2024
|[[Mount Freeze Massacre]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]], [[Carver]], [[Bryn]]
|-
|
|[[Tiny but Evil]]
|[[Carver]], [[Telamon]], [[Tunk]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 18, 2024
|[[Against The Chill]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Bryn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Drinks On The TarRaCe]]
|[[Skyler]], [[Jarik]], [[Aznara]], [[Irshya]], [[Bryn]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 19, 2024
|[[The Strong and the Mighty]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Thurid]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Jackals at Our Gate]]
|[[Bryn]], [[Jarik]], [[Sjach]], [[Skyler]] '''GM''': [[Carver]]
|-
|December 21, 2024
|[[River Reunion]]
|[[Sjach]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|December 23, 2024
|[[Festive Web]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Murder]], [[Eztli]], [[Carver]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Cats, Dolls, Bandits and Questions]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Carver]]
|-
|December 27, 2024
|[[If It Fits]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Thurid]], [[Verna]]; '''GM''': Riptide
|-
|}

Drinks On The TarRaCe

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Telamon: Created page with "The TarRaCe, evening The cold wind blows harshly across the city, dragging the snow around in deep drifts. With the Colosseum crowds greatly diminished, the regular crowd has been replaced with an older, sterner crowd. While the staff of the TarRaCe move with all their usual speed and grace, the atmosphere is more reserved. Casual. Tending bar is a diminutive, blue woman, her features distinctly a mix of Shark and Goblin. She works with quick aplomb, socializing and se..."

The TarRaCe, evening

The cold wind blows harshly across the city, dragging the snow around in deep drifts. With the Colosseum crowds greatly diminished, the regular crowd has been replaced with an older, sterner crowd. While the staff of the TarRaCe move with all their usual speed and grace, the atmosphere is more reserved. Casual.

Tending bar is a diminutive, blue woman, her features distinctly a mix of Shark and Goblin. She works with quick aplomb, socializing and sending drinks up and down the bar with a practiced wrist.

"And then he had the nerve to say, and I quote, "I ain't never seen a woman with a fin afore!" To which I replied, "And I ain't never ate someone with more wood than flesh before!" And I gnashed my teeth at him. He fainted dead away!"

The pool-shark giggles as the old sailor at the bar guffaws.

The weather outside might be a bit frightful, but inside is so delightful. Especially when there's heat. And hot baths. And ale! This place has everything... just, well, not all in the same room. Probably to keep the baths from being pools of hot ale (which doesn't sound that bad).

So Bryn exits the baths for the main room, long black hair unbraided down her back to dry. She heads her damp self for the bar. She catches part of Irshya's tale (not tail) on the way and looses a short laugh. "Ha! Mebbe shoulda bit 'is wood parts a li'l, jus so's he 'mebers!"

From behind the bar, a chuckle. "Ah, here it is." Walking up from a storage area beneath the bar is an elegant-looking half-elf, dressed in a white silk tunic and black trousers tucked into black riding boots. His hair is caught back by a gold and silver circlet, and he is carrying a large wine case. Carefully, he sets it down behind the bar, before drawing out a bottle.

As a couple of braver souls approach the half-elf, he offers a smile. "Good evening. Care to try something I've brewed in the deep hours of the night?" He draws out two small glasses, the bottle in his hands sealed with wax and embossed with a crescent-and-raven mark. Clearly, this is Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon, and he's having a bit of fun for a change.

It's gotten quite cold out -- as usual for the time of year. It's the warmth inside the place, along with the food and drink available (and possibly also the promise of a hot bath) that draws Aznara into the place. The mul woman pulls her hood back off her head and throws the side of her cloak back over her shoulders, as if to 'let in the warm' after she's stepped through the door, looking about as if seeking a place to sit.

"C'mon, man!" The voice that presages the two new arrivals is cheerful, with a slightly lilting accent bordering on the posh...

A good fit for the young auburn-haired man that enters first, walking backwards without a care in the world, his pale grey-green eyes bright as he looks at the rather foliate friend. He's dressed nicely, a leather great coat of wine purple-red over a leather vest studded with metal rivets. Across his back is a well worn sword and buckler.

He's not the tallest of people, although he has a good two and half feet on the pool shark. Who he notices as he turns around, confident that anyone in his way will move out of the way. It's just polite, y'know?

"We can get a drink, maybe a bath, and see about looking for work. I dunno about you, but I'm all out of caltrops and I just feel naked without them!" He spots Irshya, then Bryn, and turns back to his companion. "Look! More green people! Maybe we found your family! Although the blueish one looks a little short."

The one that arrives with the posh individual could not be more different. Taller, with oruch blood, and a mildly grumpy expression. He's also dressed much simpler, with a fur cloak around his shoulders to ward off the cold outside. Though he doesn't seem annoyed by his companion's boisterousness, just amused.

At least until green people are pointed out to him. "You know, that doesn't mean we're related." He shoots an apologetic look in the direction of those accused of being his family. As he walks to the bar, he shrugs the cloak back off his shoulders and heads right for one of the stools. "A drink sounds good though, and maybe that bath, too.."

Irshya grins broadly at Bryn, showing of a hole in her upper toothline, a replacement already slowly creeping into place. From under the bar, the Goblin produced a wooden leg, with several obvious toothmarks scattered around it.

"I bloody did!", she says with a guffaw, banging her small her hand on the bartop.

Irshya's tail begins to swish back and forth as Telamon produces some of his magical alcohols. "I may not, for I am on duty this evening. But if you could perhaps save me a glass or two, I would try some later." A couple of ales are sent down the bar, where a server snags them, carrying them off to the upper portion of the main room.

A server meets Aznara just inside the door, gesturing to the bar, and some of the nearby tables. "If you're lookin' for dinner, please seat yourself. The bar's also available if you're just looking to take a load off and get something to wash the road dust out of your throat."

As for the others, who approach the bar, the wee blue Goblin. "What'll you have? Somethin' hot or somethin' cold?"

Aznara steps to the side as Skyler and Jarik arrive, smoothly slipping out of their way and generally away from the stage and towards the staircase -- although it seems the motion was *just* to not block the entryway and not made with intent to ascend. The two men are loud and boisterous, and she's being quiet, even as she nods to the server before undoing the clasp on her cloak and taking a moment to shake what little snow still clings to it off, while she's still right near the door. This reveals that she appears to be wearing a silvery dress of fine mail and, apparently, nothing else -- no wait! ...she's *actually* got stuff on under that dress, it's just all but the same dark color as her skin, thus the possible confusion about nudity. She's kitted, it turns out, like an adventurer, with a swordbelt that bears blades and a coiled... rope? ... no, it's a whip of some kind.

With her cloak shaken out, the mul woman tosses it over her right shoulder and actually takes a step into the place, towards a table... one near the bar.

Bryn breaks out into a shorting guffaw and slaps the bartop at the reveal. She looks about to order herself something when she spies Telamon. "Ey! Blondie!" Then her eye spies the case. "That the stuff we rescued?! If'n yer givin out samples, I'm always thirsty." Though she might still order something from the bar, too.

Her eye wanders as she muses that, the sight of the mul making caterpillar brows scrunch up some. Then it looks like there's another dandy to give Telamon some competition, and- "Ey, cousin!" She lifts a big metal hand to give a greeting down the way at the big (well, compared to the others), muscled halfsy.

Telamon fights with the bottle a moment, before making an exasperated sound. "Hold on." Then he intones, "Sisig bursag." The magic is such a small thing, but then he releases the bottle, and it hovers in midair -- the wax seal unraveling, and the cork working its way out. He offers a grin to onlookers. "Sorry, I should've brought a corkscrew." There's a pop as the cork is pulled free by the invisible force, and he takes up the bottle again. "Now, where was I?"

He pours a measure of the liquor into each glass, and it's... clearly not -normal-. The deep, deep violet is one thing, but clearly visible in the glass are stars, twinkling impossibly in the wine. Like he's taken a bottle of the very night sky and poured a couple glasses.

The half-orc is given a reproachful look by Skyler, the auburn human shaking his head and pointing at Bryn. "See! She said she was your cousin!" He protests, but it's clear his heart isn't in it, as he follows after his friend and slips into a barstool beside him.

And wrinkles his nose. "Bath. For sure a bath." He says firmly, before turning just in time to catch Telamon's little magic moment. "Oh wow!" He says, eyes wide, "That's a useful spell!" He glances at Jarik, "Why can't you do that?" Beat. "*Can* you do that?"

He shakes his head, and turns to the bartender, "Do you have any oat milk?"

Though on further inspection, Jarik wears a hairstyle not so dissimilar than Bryn's and as she greets him as 'cousin' well, maybe the two do look like they could be related afterall, even if she has a good head on him. He shoots Bryn a toothy grin, "Cousin, eh? Sure thing." He agrees with a nod as he settles down on a stool. "Hot?" He asks curiously, as the idea of a hot drink in a bar is something of a novel idea to him. "Sounds like a good thing for tonight, surprise me." He says, deciding not to get too bogged down in the specifics of what he's going to drink. Skyler, meanwhile, gets stared at with one arched black brow. "No." It's a simple answer to the question, anyway, until he says with a grimace.. "Oat milk?"

An Oruch woman looms over Aznara, a tray held up in one massive hand. "Hello and welcome to the TarRaCe! May I get you something to drink? Some hot apple cider, to chase off the cold? Our specialty is monster meals. Meals made from some of the animal monsters caught and killed by adventurers. Our special this evening is freshly caught sea-serpent. It has been cooked to perfection, and tastes very much like salmon, with a touch of ... lightning. Just a tingle on the tonguetip."

The woman smiles. "We have a very hearty vegetable soup, if you're looking for something more ... normal."

Irshya giggles at Bryn, before hiding the leg away. Her eyes go to Telamon's drink pour and she nods enthusiastically. "Ah yes, I have heard of this one. Save me one of those."

The Goblin's head tilts at Skyler's question. She blinks and rubs at her cheek slowly. "I uhm hate to tell ye this, but, you can't milk oats. We uh have oatmeal, as a breakfast. We have uh cows milk. Is there something else I could get you? Tea? Coffee? Ale?" Irshya nods at Jarik. "Yes, hot. Hot apple cider. Hot coffee, to which alcohol could be added."

"Something hot does sound quite appropriate...", Aznara comments, in a quiet voice, from her table nearby... where she's set her folded cloak down to sit upon, a makeshift cushion. Then the server's come to her.

"The cider sounds good...and whatever food is ready, so long as it's also hot, please", she adds, to the Oruch woman; she proffers up the requested coin, too, after she's requested her meal. That done, she finally does actually sit down, albeit with her back currently to the table and with one leg crossed over the other, at the knee. While her leg-crossing's at least somewhat ladylike, she leans back on the table and puts her elbows on it, showing that she really isn't terribly genteel, after all.

Telamon raises a hand to Bryn in greeting, smiling. "Looking well, Bryn!" he replies with aplomb. The two brave souls at the bar facing Tel eye the glasses nervously, before picking them up and taking a sip. "Huh," one says, "It's sweet. But good." As the fellow drains his glass, tilting his head back, he freezes, staring at the ceiling. "Wha..."

Tel laughs softly. "It's all right, friend. It only lingers for an hour or so, and it's not really there." His gaze shifts over to Skyler, the dark eyes dancing. "A simple application. I learned it early on and found it's got a number of mundane uses." He smiles broadly. "My lady was quite impressed when I found out I could open wine bottles with it."

When he overhears the server informing Aznara of the daily special, one brow rises, and he -looks- at Irshya. "Really? You bought some of that sea serpent for the TarRaCe?"

Bryn grins back at the man, tuskily, then rolls her shoulders. "Shorter 'n callin ye muscly green chunka oruch, ain' it?? Gotcher tusks from somewheres back, eh?" to Telamon she nods. "Course I am!" Then she eyes him sippin his wine and staring up and decides, "Ale! Fer me 'n the muscly chunka oruch! 'N anybody else't wants one!" She's feeling generous.

"I mean, you could use your tusks, right? Just kinda..." And Skyler mimes holding a bottle and opening his mouth to jam the cork against his canines and then jerks his head back while his other hand comes up to hook his cheek with one finger and...

POP!

When his taste in drinks is called into question, he draws himself up with as much dignity as he can manage. "Oat milk is good for your gut health, Jar. It balances your humors." He squints over at the bigger man, "And the Gods know you could use some humors." He slaps the man on the shoulder, *hard*, and grins.

But then he turns to the bartender, and the grin becomes a grimace. "I.. never tried milking an oat? But I know it's possible! But I guess I'll take the hot cider. And the sea-serpent. All I've had is field rations and some mushrooms we found on the side of the road." He rubs the back of his neck ruefully, "They were kinda trippy." But then he grins cheerfully, glancing over at the others nearby with a friendly expression and a distinct lack of intelligence in his eyes. Which probably explains the wistful expression Telamon's trick. Hard to become any kind of mage when your brain is smooth, without ridges or lumps and thoughts just sorta slide off. Like a waterslide! "I'm Skyler. The chunka oruch is Jarik. We're new here."

The tall woman nods to Aznara, "The soup will be a few minutes, but the cider should be by momentarily." She proceeds behind the bar, to tend to a few drink orders, while hollering something cryptic at the kitchen door.

Irshya is momentarily mesmerized by Bryn's new hand. "Oh, you decided on a mechanical replacement. It suits you very well." Her glance goes to Telamon then, and she flashes him a very toothy grin. "I am still very cross about the death of that serpent. But it does not mean I would pass up on a treat for my customers. Holding two contradictory positions is something only a master can do, hmm?"

Her ears perk up at Bryn's request for ales, and the pool-shark begins to line up glasses, filling each one with a practiced ease. "Alright, ale on the house!" Several of the patrons cheer.

The oruch woman behind the bar nods at Skyler, sending a hot apple cider his way, and shouts another cryptic word towards the kitchn.

A tray makes its way to Aznara's table shortly afterwards, the Goblin just barely able to slide the hot cider in front of the Mul'neissa. "Here you are! Your soup will be here very soon."

"Cider is good. Though ale is great, too." Jarik replies when Bryn is suddenly offering, then after a moment he adds, "And maybe some of that sea serpent, too." He leans forward on the bar, nodding to Bryn. "From some ancestor I never met, yeah." He says tapping the tip of one of his short tusks. Though Skyler gets a look of mild reproof. "I'm not using my tusks as a bottle opener." He adds grumpily, rubbing his thumb on one as he grimaces at the thought.

"And I told you not to eat those mushrooms." He adds, though the nudge to his shoulder does produce a mild grin from the half-blood and a shake of the head. He's probably a bit more used to his companion's oddities. His eyes slide towards that starry wine and then to the one who drank it. "So, what's he seeing anyway?"

Telamon gives Irshya an amused look. "Right." He shakes his head, before regarding the two drinkers who've finished their glasses and are moving off cautiously. At Jarik's question, he nods. "The night sky. It's rather reassuring. I like to think of it as a blessing from Ni'essa, to see those stars twinkling just for you if only for a time. If you'd like to try some, I'm offering."

Tel looks at Skyler a bit... worriedly. "Er... yes, your friend is right. There's more than a few mushrooms that are distracting, and some that are quite poisonous. Stick to fishing, perhaps, or small game."

"Y'know ye can go outside 'n see the stars, eh?" Bryn reminds Telamon. Then she reconsiders. "Er, mabbe if it weren' snowin so much." Then she wanders JarikandSkylerwards. "Brynhildragar o' the Broken Tusks." After a moment's thought, she extends the fleshy left arm and hand to them. "Friends call me Bryn. Enemies call me all sorts 'o shite," a wink, "but not fer long."

"They weren't *that* bad." Skyler protests regarding his foray into eating found foliage, "And you kept getting mad at me for using my buckler as a skillet."

It's an old refrain, apparently, and he turns to Telamon with a grin. "I would never eat poison mushrooms!" Which begs the question how could he tell if they were poison.

But he instead tips an non-existing hat to the Oruch woman, with a grin. "Thanks, Bryn. Friends call me 'Sky'. Except when I worked in airships." He rubs the back of his neck, "They wanted to call me Kyle." He cocks his head at the talk of serpents, asking artlessly, "Trouble with a sea serpent? I heard things in Alexandria got spicy."

Jarik reaches out to clasp hands with Bryn, giving her his firmest handshake. "Well, let's go with Bryn." He replies, giving a single nod. He looks, eager about something in talking to the oruch woman, probably more familiar with his human side than the other.

He picks up his ale for a long pull, then sets the mug down to look right at Skyler. "You mean your name isn't Kyle?" He makes at least a passing approximation of feigned surprise, until his grin pops back on his face and he chuckles.

To Tel, he raises his beer. "Maybe I'll have a sip when I've gotten through the two drinks I already have."

Telamon nods to Jarik. "Suit yourself, sir." At Skyler's remark, the half-sil lets out a snort. "Ah, you are -definitely- new here. Well, Alexandria is a grand place to seek fortune and glory -- but take care so you live to enjoy both. There's always work for those in search of said coin and fame, but there's plenty of dangers, too."

He gives the mismatched pair a serious look, but then smiles. "But if it helps, I've been there too. Just a young fool walking into Alexandria, sent here to handle diplomatic work and hopefully not get into trouble. And it led me down some interesting roads indeed."

Bryn nods to Sky Kyle and snorts before boasting, "Oruch can eat the arse outta a dead camel 'n come back fer more." All while she gives Jarik a hardy handclasp in kind. She grins wide, tusks splaying. "Ye call be Bryn, ye." She winks... or blinks? There's not really much difference in her case.

"Ain been 'ere long, meself." After released the halfsy's hand, she thumbs at Telamon. "S'all his fault. Mostly. This place's anything but borin." There isn't any real accusation there, though. Her other, mechanical hand is reached over to grab up a mug of ale from the bartop (she didn't forget that!). It's lifted up a brief salute before she upends it to start pouring.

"Oh! You offered some of your stuff. In one ear, out the other." Skyler says cheerfully to Telamon, cocking his head towards the half-sil and his drink, "Hit me, I'll try some. Stars, you say?" He blinks, and again rubs the back of his neck, "Is that's what's in it or what you see when you drink it? Either way, I am *down*."

To Bryn, he chuckles as he gives Jarik another clap on the back, "Didn't know arse was an oruch speciality." He then glances back at the half-elf and legitimately rubs his hands together gleefully. Quite alarming, given the lack of intellect in his limpid green eyes and handsome face. "Adventure, you say? Plenty of danger, you say? Sounds like my kind of city. There an adventurer guild or is it an ear on the ground to find jobs? I'm running low on cash, and need some new caltrops. Fun word, that. Caaaaltrops."

He pauses to drain his cider to make room for Telaman's brew.

"I'll agree to the young fool part." Whether Jarik means himself or Skyler might not be completely clear. Maybe both. "But this town better be exciting, boredom is half the reason I left home. It was a nice village, but.." He can't find the word and finishes it with a grunt as he takes another swig of ale. "Well, I'm sure you can guess."

As Skyler seems ready to go for the wine, Jarik settles in for the show, leaning one elbow on the bar to prop his chin in his hand as he looks over at his travelling companion. Still, he also raises some good points. "Yeah, money's going to be an issue after not too long, I'm afraid."

Telamon looks wryly at Jarik and Skyler. "Well, I can't speak for Bryn here, but personally I almost -wish- things were a little less exciting. But then I may be biased." Oddly, he then pauses, cocking his head as if hearing something, before he chuckles.

"In any case, of course." He pours a small glass of the violet concoction, before sliding it over to Skyler. "It's called 'the Night's Kiss'. One of the first liquors I made, and still one that I consider the best."

Bryn finishes chugging her drink when the mug is empty. "Ahhh." She sets the empty down, belches, and chase that with a short laugh. "Quiet's borin, ye. There's a 'venturer's Guild here. Pays pretty good 'n seems ta be busy." That's for Sky Guy and Jarik, of course. "Been demons 'n thieves 'n hands 'n pirates 'n cats 'n all sortsa shite causin trouble."

Considering another drink, she turns her eye back to Telamon. "Night's Kiss, eh? The night a good kisser?" She's tempted to try it, but obviously has some doubts.

The sole human in the conversation lets the implication of Jarik's statement breeze over his head... Provided he even heard it. Instead, he latches onto the village part, wincing slightly. "I mean, it was a *real* nice village. Lots of good loot." He says ruefully, giving the half-oruch a shoulder bump companionably. He wrinkles his nose at Bryn's maligning of pirates.

And then he's watching the liquor get poured, eyes bright. "Do you drink it all at once or sip on it?" He asks, catching it gracefully as it's slid over to him. He brings it up to his nose, giving it a sniff before he shrugs, turns to Bryn, and says, "To camel arse in butter sauce." And with that solemn toast he throws it back.

Jarik fixes Skyler with a wry look at the mention of loot then just shakes his head and returns to his drink. He's still watching his companion as he fusses with the wine, his curiosity holding most of his attention there.

"Maybe we should stop by the guild in the morning and see if they're taking signups, then." He says once the others confirm that there is such a guild. "Easier than just sniffing around and waiting for a job to fall in our laps." He chuckles at Bryn's list. "Can't always wait on pirates to fall out of th.. did you say cats?"

"Indeed, the Guild is always looking for skilled hands. It pays well, and one can find many friends among its cohorts." Telamon watches Skyler knock the wine back, before he snorts at Jarik.

"Bryn is not kidding. Fiends, brigands, ne'er-do-wells, strange events in the Felwood, sewer mischief -- gods, if I never have to go into the sewers again I will be a happy man -- and some days all I want is a quiet evening at home with my wife." He pours another drink for Jarik, just in case.

"Ye," Bryn nods to Jarik with a glance or three spared at Skyler throwing back the wine. "Was a cat 'r two in there somewheres..." She pauses in thought, scratches at the back of her head. "Don' 'member exactly what it was doin..."

The oruchess shakes it off with a shrug a moment later. "If yer spendin the night with 'er and it's quiet," she advises Telamon, "I think yer doin summin wrong."

Skyler's eyes dilate as he grows uncharacteristically silent, staring upward with a blank expression... Even more blank than usual, that is. He giggles. "Wow." He says still staring at the ceiling, "It's like... the *stars*, Jer. You have to try it!"

He shakes his head, and shakes it again, before glancing over at the others. "There's a distinctly plummy aftertaste. Like a midwinter pudding. With afternotes of.." He smacks his lips thoughtfully, "... Plum. Huh? What'd you say?" That to Bryn, "Killer cats?"

"Don't trust cats. My auntie had an old grey fleabag, the thing always hated me." Jarik squints at the memory, downing the rest of his ale. Though as Tel pours some of the wine for him, he's obliged to try it. He has a rule about not turning down alcohol once it's given to him. He looks sideways at Skyler, then at the glass of twinkling wine in front of him as if he's considering breaking his rule for the first time. Then knocks it back.

He gives a little shake of his head, then blinks a few times looking upwards. His grin is a bit more subtle, but he let's out a single, soft guffaw. "And I don't even need to sneak out in the middle of the night and climb a tree to see them." He murmurs, though he pulls his gaze back down after a moment.

"Huh." That's all Bryn says for a moment as she now watches the two stare at the ceiling for a bit. "One drink gets ye seein stars, eh? That's a new one." She doesn't dwell on that too long, though.

"So, how long ye two been draggin th'other around?" Her eye moves to Skyler while a metal finger points at Jarik. "Ye grab 'im outta 'is borin village, throw 'im over yer shoulder and run 'im alla way here?"

"You gotta try it, Bryn." Skyler urges with a broad grin as he shakes off the effects of the drink. When the sea serpent is delivered, he tucks in, pausing only to consider Bryn's question.

"Actually, ran into him outside *his* village. Decided the road was no place to go solo, and so we decided to work together. We work fairly well together, so here we are!" Beat. "Needing baths. Ever smell something so bad you can taste it?" He wrinkles his nose. "Cheesey."

Jarik barks a short laugh at Bryn's assumption of their meeting. "You know, something not far off." He adds with an easy grin. "I was looking for an excuse to leave, he made for a good one. Didn't really have anything holding me there anymore." He says easily as he folds his hands on the bar.

"You smell like you've been sleeping on the side of the road under pine trees for a week." He lifts the front of his shirt and gives it a small sniff. "Two weeks." He looks over in the direction of the baths, then back to Skyler. "We might want to take a dip before the inn turns us away for reeking."

Bryn doesn't seem to mind the stink, if it's really as bad as the two are claiming. "Better 'n a cage, I bet." She waves her green hand towards the baths she recently came from. "The baths'r great 'ere. Nice 'n hot. Ain't pricey. Hells, they even got folks to was yer stuff while ye ain' wearin it. Only coppers. Sometimes I jump in there more'n once. Jus' fer soakin."

"God, I'd love a nice, long soak. Think they have perfumed salts?" Skyler asks with an longing in his voice. He shakes his head, and finishes off his sea serpent before turning to the new barmaid that's come to check on them. "I'd like a bath, please. And maybe a room?"

He cocks his head as he glances at Bryn, "Mind keeping Jar company? He gets broody if he's alone too long."

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