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Part 4: Retake Urah

It is still closer to night. The moon hangs overhead, as the group moves from the mines towards the castle that looms over Urah city. Once, this was the seat of power for the Von Stein royalty. Now, it is ruled over by the Duivia Dukedom - headed by Reinhard von Dunkelwald. As they get closer, they group up with more Adventurers.

The leader of the Rebellion is traveling with them. Gran'it Von Stein, the youthful would-be-prince is keeping his body low as they approach the water-side castle, leading them to a hidden tunnel. "We've scouted this position a few times. Their patrols don't really cover the area down below." As he ties off a rope to a nearby branch, and lowers it into an overgrowth-covered pit of sorts.

"We get in there, we use the downstairs to get as quickly as we can to the seat of power, and we take out Reinhard - who has been leading the forced labor at the mines. We do not give the soldiers time to react. And with their lord defeated, some of the magic seals on the castle will fall - and our allies can get in." Gran'it explains, as he helps lower people down into the depths.

As an owl coos in the moonlight night, it all seems to be going incredibly smoothly. The Princeling of course knows his former home inside-and-out. And with all of the patrols already charted out, there shouldn't be anything they can't deal with.

Taking over the former Von Stein location will give the Rebellion a base of operations, as well as garnering a powerbase within the holdings of Duivia Dukedom once more. Making its intentions clear, to remove the Duke from power, and to ensure that they cannot assassinate the Prince without anyone being the wiser.

GAME: Fidget refreshes spells.

"Right," Bryn agrees. Because she can't really doubt that the guy whose name's on the castle (or was) knows just a -little- bit more about the place (and hidden spots) than she does. Since she's never been there. "We shockenaw 'em! Sounds like a plan. A fun one, even." She looks down the rope at the pit. "Who wants ta go first?"

GAME: Bryn refreshes spells.

Always willing to help out a good rebellion, Fidget had heard through word of mouth about this operation, and did a little research before replying. It sure seemed like the Duke was a bad guy who needed exploding. And she was the gobbo to help with that.

"Is the palace warded against scrying? Could be worth having a peek in there, if it wouldn't set off an alarm or something?" she asks, being a bit more cautious than her usual - at least for now. "And you're welcome to go first. Let us know if it's a sewer or something." she says with a little laugh, and then with a flourish, she adopts gobbo stealth mode, the bright colours draining from her outfit from head to toe, putting her in black tones of a gothic style. Except her purple skin and the red half of her hair plume.

GAME: Fidget casts Mage Armor. Caster Level: 9 DC: 19

Zofija, the arvek-nar who had been helping with the fledgling rebellion for some time now, was yet again joining for another job of questionable safety. At least they had enough time to heal up from last time. "Seems like we're counting on a lot of unknowns once we're actually in there." The arvek-nar grunts. "Ah well, if we're going in, I'll go first suppose. Less likely to die if something looks at me funny, and all."

No Deathless today in the pit. He was left at home, in comfort, for which she was thankful. A deep dark hole where one had to climb down a rope to even access is no place for a horse. Carver's usual dark raccoon eye makeup has been replaced with a more overt threatening red band of paint that covers the top half of her face. Perhaps the incursion into the mine awakened her to the actual nature of war, and killing of men. No hood, or special accoutrement tonight. Just her furs, skin, bones, and a quiver packed with arrows.

She drops the last few feet, shaking her arms to loosen tense muscles.

"Unfortunately, that's some of the magics being maintained by Reinhard." Gran'it answers Fidget. "That's part of why we aren't committing to a full assault, but doing this with a small strike behind enemy lines. Taking down various magical effects they have active within these walls will allow a more open assault for our allies." He explains.

He then rapels down with the rest, and soon they land in shallow waters. "No sewer. Just a basement level." Gran'it explains, and steps forward. He finds an old iron gate, and shoulderchecks it in a way that shows he's no doubt used this door a few times already. That kind of 'this door only opens if you nudge it just right' kind of way of opening a door. It squeels just a bit, after which he lowers the light on his lantern.

"I see some light down the way. Sounds like a solo soldier. We may be able to take them out without making too much noise." He remarks to the rest of the team.

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Harkashan has dropped a TIMESTOP!

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

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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GAME: Bryn refreshes special ability pools.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 27.

It is now Giant Spider's turn! Carver is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 25.

It is now Carver's turn! Miserable Foot Soldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 19.

It is now Miserable Foot Soldier's turn! Bryn is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 18.

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

Carver reaches into her pocket, taking a strange porous rock polished until it shines like the moon. Her whispered incantation invokes the primal spirits, of wild hunts and dark forests. The 'moon rock' is tied to her bow, a dangling sliver of silver before it fades in the dark.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 17.

It is now Fidget's turn! Zofija is next!

GAME: Bryn rolls stealth: (3)+6: 9

GAME: Fidget rolls stealth: (1)+9: 10 (EPIC FAIL)

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 8.

It is now Zofija's turn! Giant Spider is next!

Bryn sees the light, too, given her eye is sharp. A nod and she starts creeping forward. Well, as creepy as a rather large oruch in a chain shirt can be. Which may be more 'creepy' than 'quiet.'

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 27.

It is now Giant Spider's turn! Carver is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (4)+1: 5

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 25.

It is now Carver's turn! Miserable Foot Soldier is next!

In the distance, the team can hear the hissing and chittering of something the more experienced amongst them would easily recognize as the sounds of a giant spider. It's likely the soldier is trying to deal with a recent pest outbreak. It's not just Taverns that ask Adventurers to kill giant rats.

"I don't know if you've been reading too many mystery novels, but you aren't actually doing much walking that slow." Zofija sighs, plodding a few steps forward. "Sides, sounds like they're more preoccupied with something else. Help em, or use the distraction to deal with them? Might have keys on 'em." She suggests, picking up her pace somewhat.

Carver whips to the north, stepping just out of line of the formation. She slides to a stop, already drawing back her bow and ready to fire...

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 19.

It is now Miserable Foot Soldier's turn! Bryn is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 3: (10)+3: 13

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 18.

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

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 17.

It is now Fidget's turn! Zofija is next!

Sneaking forward with the others, Fidget trips over a rock and stubs her toe. "Shi-!" she curses then cuts off with a hand over her own mouth.

GAME: Fidget casts Aqueous Orb. Caster Level: 9 DC: 21

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (3)+1: 4

GAME: Harkashan rolls 7: (7)+7: 14

GAME: Harkashan rolls 7: (17)+7: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (16)+1: 17

GAME: Fidget rolls 2d6: (10): 10

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 8.

It is now Zofija's turn! Giant Spider is next!

GAME: Zofija rolls ranged: (14)+7: 21

GAME: Zofija rolls 1d6 +4: (3)+4: 7

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 27.

It is now Giant Spider's turn! Carver is next!

Abandoning the quiet movement, Fidget dashes around the corner in the opposite direction from Carver, and peers over the rubble to where the soldier and spider are fighting, she grins as she mutters, "Standing close together, nice!" and twirls a finger in the air, forming a small watery sphere before her, before thrusting her hand forward and the sphere grows like a rolling snowball as it rushes towards the pair, catching only some of the spider's legs, but rolling the entire solder with it - the unfortunate man flailing helplessly in the churning water before passing out with a few bubbles.

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (10)+1: 11

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 25.

It is now Carver's turn! Miserable Foot Soldier is next!

GAME: Carver rolls #7 at -1: (18)+#7 at+-1: 17

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+6: (8)+6: 14

GAME: Harkashan removes the timestop.

Timestop by Harkashan has left.

Zofija continues on with the moving forward, seeing there may be more pressing matters for the time being. Stopping just short of the large spider, the arvek-nar reaches for a javelin that they hurl abruptly at the giant insect, leaving a rather large pole sticking out of it.

Carver lips press to a tight line as no expected foe comes around the corner, and once more lopes into position. One she comes around the corner, she finally spots the large spider and the afterwork of one of Fidget's spells. One shot, one kill. The arrow's impact between the many many many eyes of the spider leaves it drooling and dead.

The moment the group takes out the Spider - with Fidget handily and skillfully causing the soldier to get knocked out instead of killing them, Gran'it catches up soon after. "Nicely done you guys." He remarks with a bold smile, even giving Fidget a thumbs-up. "Let's hope that's the only Giant Spider we have to deal with." As he begins to lead the way further into the basement of the castle.

"As long as we keep moving west from here, we should eventually end up being able to head up the stairs and come out in the port area of the Castle." He whispers, continuing on. "But let's keep our voices quiet and footsteps even quieter. This also used to be the sleeping area for the soldiers during my father's reign. So we don't want to wake them up."

With a snap of her fingers, Fidget dismisses the orb to let all that water, and the poor soldier, land with a wet thump in the middle of the pool of spreading water. "He's probably alive if you wanna tie him up." she says to the Prince, then sits down for a moment to rub at her bruised toe through the boot, "Damnit. Stupid rocks." before following along.

Bryn didn't trip over anything, but everyone else is a bit quicker, or has longer reach. A blink and both the spider and the guard are dealt with. She gives a low, appreciative whistle. "Nice... but le's go 'fore more bugs show up." She heads on after Gran'it.

"Righ', like bloody mice." Carver agrees, acknowledging the suggestion that they be 'quiet'. A worried look is given to the others but she accepts that what will be will be. "Can we keep moving? Better forward than stuck, innit?"

Zofija wanders over the last bit of distance to grab the javelin out of the now dead body of the spider, shaking it off and stowing it back away with the others. The arvek-nar nods to Fidget, stopped, and shrugged, as if there was some weird jump in their memory, before they went back to tying up the guard, and making sure they were gagged, rejoining the group shortly after.

The group advances rather easily. With the amount of legwork the Rebellion has done on all of this, perhaps this is to be expected. But it feels like a plan that is going smoothly. Sure, there was an unexpected soldier dealing with a Giant Spider pest, but other than that, it's going well.

The group passes by a group of chambers where they spot sleeping soldiers. Of course, not wearing their armors. Those would take whole minutes to even don. But they are also notably out cold. Nicely asleep.

Before long, they've made it to the stairs. And Gran'it lets out a long breath of air. "Okay, up these stairs. To the North will be the Great Pale Tree. It was planted by one of our ancestors, and has stood over our house ever since. It seems that even the Duivia Dukedom didn't have the heart to tear down that old symbol." He notes.

"We should find the Regent there. Just prepare to fight hard, and fight fast." He whispers, before leading up the stairs.

Carver, aside to Fidget. "What they call it when you kill a regent?"

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

GAME: Bryn rolls will: (4)+8: 12

GAME: Fidget rolls will: (11)+7: 18

It Seemed they were lucky enough to not wake the guards they were passing by in their grim task, in spite of the potential size of their posterior. "Well, we'll deal with them quick like, then the others are coming. Sooner, the better, yeah? "

"Let me haste people as we're about to rush in, and we'll fight fastest." Fidget suggests, then to Carver - "Oh, it's..." then she pauses and realizes the correct response is probably not to give the definition, "... I dunno, what do you call it when you kill a regent?" she offers.

Bryn draws out her long blade to be ready to use it, a tusky grin blooming. "Hard 'n fast is how it's'posed ta be!" She turns the grin to the others with another energetic whisper. Carver's question then gives her a moment of pause. "A dead regent! Ready? Le's go!" She is, apparently, and heads on up after Gran'it. "Get the zoomies when we get up there, ye?" She adds on the way.

As the group gets onto the surface, it's the scent of prickly sea water. The moon is shining down, allowing them to all bear witness to the beautiful alabaster stonework all throughout the former Von Stein capitol.

Gran'it guides them up a small hill and onto a raised walkway. Across, they can hear people talking. A regal voice, speaking to a group of soldiers. Asking what the hold-up is on clearing the basement of the damned spiders. And why has hasn't heard anything yet from the Inquisitors at the mines, who are dealing with that 'damned Fiend problem'.

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Harkashan has dropped a TIMESTOP!

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

For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.

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GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 21.

It is now Surprised Footsoldier's turn! Zofija is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 20.

It is now Zofija's turn! Hurt Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 19.

It is now Hurt Footsoldier's turn! Strong Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 18.

It is now Strong Footsoldier's turn! Gran'it is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 17.

It is now Gran'it's turn! Fidget is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 13.

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

GAME: Fidget casts Haste. Caster Level: 9 DC: 21

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 12.

It is now Carver's turn! Reinhard von Dunkelwald is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 11.

It is now Reinhard von Dunkelwald's turn! Bryn is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 6.

It is now Bryn's turn! Guilty Footsoldier is next!

"Well, don't have time to sneak up on him, I suppose." Zofija growls, heading for the main hall, and drawing their large hammer in both hands.

Maybe Carver had a real zinger loaded in. Maybe she didn't. Today isn't the day for it.

The wailing of bureaucracy intervenes, the voice of the man they were meant to kill overwhelms the need for brevity or educational merit. She zips after the others, buoyed by Fidget's sparkly magic.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round One - Init 5.

It is now Guilty Footsoldier's turn! Surprised Footsoldier is next!

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 21.

It is now Surprised Footsoldier's turn! Zofija is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1+2: (14)+1+2: 17

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 20.

It is now Zofija's turn! Hurt Footsoldier is next!

As the others start to rush in, Fidget quickly calls out words of power and with a sweeping gesture, sends a quickening enchantment chasing on their heels. "Go fast and smash things!" she cheers them on, following after at a more sedate pace.

GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+9+2+1: (18)+9+2+1: 30

GAME: Zofija rolls 2d6 +6: (3)+6: 9

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 19.

It is now Hurt Footsoldier's turn! Strong Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1+2: (12)+1+2: 15

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 18.

It is now Strong Footsoldier's turn! Gran'it is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (2)+1: 3

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 17.

It is now Gran'it's turn! Fidget is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 14: (5)+14: 19

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1d8+5: (6)+5: 11

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 13.

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

The target was in sight, and there was no guarantee that they would get a better opportunity than this in the future. Charging forward, a bit overly heedless of the rest of the guards, the Arvek-nar manages to land a solid blow on the leader upon closing the distance, electing not to roar any issues of challenge that might give them away prematurely.

As the Adventurers rush forward, Reinhard looks to the side and spots them as they come rushing forward. "What the!?" He calls out, shocked at the revelation of their presence. "No, this shouldn't be possible, how did I not foresee this?!" He quickly reaches for something in his pockets. "Are they carrying those accursed crystals? Or..."

Squint. "Oh... I see." He then remarks more calmly. "Soldiers, get them!" He demands. With one of the footsoldiers quickly rushing for Gran'it as the rest of the gang is storming forward. But his blade is easily caught within Gran'it's polearm and pushed aside. "Focus on Reinhard!" Gran'it calls out.

"So the boy was alive after all..." Reinhard remarks with a sudden smirk. "Oh, this pushes the clock forward quite a bit."

Gran'it rushes alongside Zofija, as the Soldiers try to intercept the two. With Zofija harming Reinhard through his cloth right as he is taking out what looks like a crystaline ball. Gran'it hewing down a soldier that's trying to outflank Zofija.

GAME: Fidget rolls will: (14)+7: 21

GAME: Zofija rolls will: (14)+2: 16

GAME: Bryn rolls will: (11)+8: 19

GAME: Fidget casts Hold Monster. Caster Level: 9 DC: 24

GAME: Harkashan rolls 10: (18)+10: 28

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 12.

It is now Carver's turn! Reinhard von Dunkelwald is next!

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7 -2: (11)+15+-2: 24

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7-2: (9)+15+-2: 22

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7-2: (4)+15+-2: 17

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7-7: (13)+15+-7: 21

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+6: (9)+6: 15

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+6: (2)+6: 8

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 11.

It is now Reinhard von Dunkelwald's turn! Bryn is next!

Using her now enhanced speed, the goblin rushes in, dashing between Carver and Bryn and jumping over the shelves in the way, just out of reach of one of the guards - she spots the man the attack had been planned to assassinate, surrounded by her allies, and with a whispered word and a reaching hand, she lets a purple wisp of enchanting magic float through the air and into the Duke's ear, making his eyes fuzz over for just a second before he frustratingly reasserts his will and the purple mist blows away in a breeze from the open door. The goblin hisses in annoyance, and takes a step away from that nearby soldier cautiously.

GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+9 +1+1+1: (14)+9+1+1+1: 26

GAME: Zofija rolls 2d6 +6: (8)+6: 14

GAME: Fidget rolls spellcraft: (9)+22: 31

GAME: Bryn rolls spellcraft: (11)+7: 18

GAME: Carver rolls spellcraft: (6)+7: 13

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 6.

It is now Bryn's turn! Guilty Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Bryn spends ONE use of BARDIC PERFORMANCE.

Reinhard is hit in the shoulder twice by Carver's arrows, and he stumbles back - giving Zofija a chance to hew into his body. He quickly retreats, calling out to the soldiers; "Stop them! Stop them now! I will get the remaining <Troops>!" He calls out to the foot soldiers. Rushing towards the eastern side of the tree, and casting a spell that seems to sing out across his own form, as well as the remaining soldiers near him.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Two - Init 5.

It is now Guilty Footsoldier's turn! Surprised Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1+2+2: (9)+1+2+2: 14

GAME: NEW ROUND!

Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 21.

It is now Surprised Footsoldier's turn! Zofija is next!

GAME: Bryn rolls weapon1+1+1: (6)+6+1+1: 14

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 20.

It is now Zofija's turn! Hurt Footsoldier is next!

"Ha!" Bryn calls out as blood's already been spilled... even if it ain't hers or by her. "Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fas'. Hit 'em lots, we'll kick their ass!" It is a bellow as much as a belt before she moves in to give Fidget some shielding from one of the soldiers. The one that decides to back off and not the one that charges in from the other side, sadly. "Ohnoye don'-" Except he does back away, and quicker that she can get her big blade around.

The Regent grimaces at Fidget as the Goblin almost manages to get a hold of him through her spell. He then bites; "As if I'd let you control me so easily! You'll learn, soon... all of this was for naught - coward Goblin!" The soldiers keep repositioning, trying to protect Reinhard's retreat. Moving away from Bryn and adjusting positions near Zofija to appropiately block her way. "You're not getting through us!" They call out to her.

GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+9 +1+1+1 -2: (5)+9+1+1+1+-2: 15

GAME: Zofija rolls 1d20+9 +1+1+1 -2: (13)+9+1+1+1+-2: 23

GAME: Zofija rolls 2d6 +6+6: (5)+6+6: 17

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 19.

It is now Hurt Footsoldier's turn! Strong Footsoldier is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (20)+1: 21

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (18)+1: 19

GAME: Harkashan rolls 2d6+2d6+3: (3)+(9)+3: 15

GAME: Harkashan rolls 2d6+1: (5)+1: 6

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 18.

It is now Strong Footsoldier's turn! Gran'it is next!

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 17.

It is now Gran'it's turn! Fidget is next!

GAME: Harkashan rolls 1: (7)+1: 8

GAME: Harkashan rolls 14: (1)+14: 15 (EPIC FAIL)

"Get back here you spineless coward!" The Arvek-nar shouts this time, taking another swing at Dunkelwald as they take off. Not able to clamber over the table with two guards near them, the cavalier smashes one of them with their hammer, closing the distance as they crumpled to the floor.

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 13.

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

Gran'it tries to chase after Dunkelwald as well, using the space made by Zofija and nodding at her as he avoids a blow by the guard that's simultaneously swinging at Zofija. And while he may not catch Gran'it off guard, that heavy Greatsword carves into Zofija's fur!

Gran'it gets to Reinhard, but with the strange celerity he's cast upon himself, his own weapon goes wide as he tries to get the man. "Damnit!"

GAME: Fidget casts Confusion. Caster Level: 9 DC: 23

GAME: Harkashan rolls 10: (15)+10: 25

GAME: Harkashan rolls 10: (12)+10: 22

GAME: Harkashan advances the initiative order.

Round Three - Init 12.

It is now Carver's turn! Reinhard von Dunkelwald is next!

GAME: Fidget used a Jaunt Boots.

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7-1: (4)+15+-1: 18

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7: (14)+15: 29

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7: (14)+15: 29

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7: (15)+15: 30

GAME: Carver rolls weapon7-5: (13)+15+-5: 23

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+2: (2)+2: 4

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+2: (9)+2: 11

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+2: (7)+2: 9

GAME: Carver rolls 2d6+2: (9)+2: 11

GAME: Fidget rolls will: (2)+7: 9

GAME: Zofija rolls will: (9)+2: 11

GAME: Bryn rolls will: (19)+8: 27

"Don't need to," Carver mumbles, the only one not racing in pursuit. Fidget disappears in a puff of purple smoke before apparating further ahead.

Just as it begins to fade, a flurry of arrows pierce through it. Even as the last of the wizard's enchantment is taking hold of the accused, the arrows are impacting.

Countdown to the beat of the hearts as it slows... slows.......

For a moment, it looks like Reject Reinhard might get away... but it's hard to outrun arrows. "Ha!" Bryn shouts triumphantly. "How ye like tha-er, wha?" Dunkelwald falls, and his ball drops. Her eye goes to it, and she gets confused. Dizzy. Maybe some of column A and column B. Her free hand goes to her head.

Fidget ducks one way and draws a swing from the guard trying to slow the mage, but then she vanishes out from under the flashing blade, reappearing behind some boxes nearby, and closer to the Duke with a clear-ish line of sight, "Attempt number two! You won't get far if you don't know where you are..." she to herself with mirth, and breathes out a purple and green mist that surrounds his head and slips into his nostrils and making his head spin.

Fidget's spell lashes onto Dunkelwald's mind, halting his movement. And at the same time, Carver's arrows fly. Thanks to Fidget, his body just spasms. Unable to truly get away in the confusion.

One hits him in the eye, tearing through one side of his skull. Another through the chest, just missing his lungs. Another two into his belly, causing severe bloodloss even in just that moment as they come out on the other side.

The man falls to the ground, and his arms flop wide. A crystal ball rolling out of his hand, as he grins at the skies.

He spits out blood from his mouth. Gasping for breath.

Looking up at the air. "Did you get all of that?" He asks...

Behind them, almost as if timed, the White King on a chessboard falls over, jostled in the battle, and down onto the tile.

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As the 'camera' zooms out...

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A crystal ball becomes visible. A set of hands holding them, trembling. Seeing his own death, moments like that never sit well with him. His crown, born heavily and golden, as he looks up. "Six hours from now, a group of Rebels will be infiltrating this Castle. Call all the guards at this castle." His lips peel into a viscious grin.

"Lord Dunkelwald, should we call out to the mainland?"

"No, I can deal with a few weak Rebels myself. They may have caught me offguard... but this time, we'll be ready for them." He answers arrogantly to the footsoldier. He then turns to his side as he sees the chessboard, and grabs the black king and slams it forward one more square.

"Check Mate, Von Stein. You will rue the day you thought to battle the Oracle, Reinhard Dunkelwald."

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Whiteout: Created page with "-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* A10: Temple District *>=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- No stars. No moon. No light save for that generated amidst the city from hearths, mana lamps, and the like. A type of evening that some might presume is idyllic in Aya's mind. Yet it is through the square between the temples that she travels; an area that may well be the most well-illuminated area of the city at all hours. Moreso, her path is not one merely passing through, as it carries her..."

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No stars. No moon. No light save for that generated amidst the city from hearths, mana lamps, and the like. A type of evening that some might presume is idyllic in Aya's mind. Yet it is through the square between the temples that she travels; an area that may well be the most well-illuminated area of the city at all hours. Moreso, her path is not one merely passing through, as it carries her towards Eluna's Temple.

Instead of being inside the Temple proper on tis evening, Seldan has chosen a different path. He wears full gear, as if arriving or leave, but leans against a tree in the main plaza, studying his fingernails. It is nothing so much as if he was passingtime, waiting for someone to return.

Even with petitioners, clergy, and the few evening travellers, the square is not so heavily occupied. Thus the armed and armored man is somewhat conspicuous. Aya's course alters from temple to templar. Once near, she offers, "Good eve to you, Silverguard. Seldan. How fare you?" The latter is offered after a moment's delay.

Seldan's straightening is accompanied by the clank of metal, for not even enchantment can wholly silence such gear. He seems used to it, though, and bows politely as much as the metal will permit. "Her light upon your path, Mistress Aya," he greets formally. "I am well enough. What of yourself?"

Aya comes to a stop a step and a half from the straightening Seldan as she takes a moment to ponder the answer to that basic inquiry. "I am ... better than before. Better than I expected and perhaps better than I deserve. And I aim to improve it further. If She were to truly grace my path with Her light, I would be most welcoming."

"If She has guided you from the path you once followed, then perhaps She has already done so." Seldan remains standing, unconsciously assuming a parade-rest stance that accommodates his full kit well, and is steady even amid the snow on the ground. The cold outside does not seem to trouble him in the slightest. "For that shall I ever be grateful." The words are careful, and thoughtfully spoke, as if each one is tasted before it comes out.

"What brings you to the Temples on this evening? A warm fire might be preferable to many."

"The temples," Aya notes, adding a gesture of one hand towards Eluna's own, "and one in particular, was most likely where I might find you, Seldan." Her words pause momentarily as she considers them further; she eyes his rather formal 'business relaxed' stance in the interim.

"As I said, I seek better for myself, and others. A significant part of that is leaving this city, even this nation, behind. I would not simply vanish into the shadows," one corner of her lips curl in bemusement as she adds, "for once. Friends and allies deserve to be informed. I count you among them, Silverguard."

That comes as a surprise. Seldan blinks, several times, and draws a deep breath, then lets it out. 'Friends and allies' are not something that they had always been, even of late, although that had mellowed somewhat. Still, on thinking of it - 'allies' is a fair enough word, since her release from Eclavdran. "I see. Well do I understand the desire," he replies soberly.

"In truth had I thought to leave this place behind, more than once," he admits. "One task yet remains to me here, and when that is done, it is in my mind to do likewise. I wish you well, and I pray that She guides you to that which you seek. Walk in Her light, and She will guide you, do you need it."

Aya nods, deeply enough to make its respect known, if not a full bow. " You, your goddess, and myself may not have always agreed on many things," she admits politely (and perhaps rather understatedly), "yet I am thankful for your well-wishes and prayers all the same. For what it may be worth, I wish you success in your task. The city may be less for your eventual absence, but you are as deserving of peace and comfort as any others. Moreso, in fact."

A thought strikes and a single brow arches, pulling a lipcorner up with it rather wryly. "Perhaps the lack of your stewardship and absence of my poor choices shall somewhat balance, and all shall be no worse here than the present?"

"It is neither comfort, nor peace, that I seek." A very small smile comes to Seldan's lips, a gentle gesture, but genuine enough. "Still are your well-wishes well-taken, and it pleases me that though we have not always seen eye-to-eye, that you have cast aside the evil that once held you, and that we part in peace."

His eyes slide to the snow-covered cobblestones at his feet, and a gentle sigh escapes him. "In truth, this place holds few happy memories for me, and with this last task done, I seek to leave it behind, to seek another place in need of my aid. Perhaps one day shall I return home to her, but until that day comes, I shall not cease to serve Her."

The wry on Aya's lips softens and her half-smirk flattens and restributes to a full, if small, smile. The mention of the city and unpleasant memories turns the expression further melancholy; that is one experience in which they are both in solid agreement. "You would never shirk your duties and service to Her, that I know well. If not peace, then may you ever find happiness in that service, Seldan."

Aya then takes a partial step forward towards him. "I am also pleased we could part in peace. Should our paths cross again, I hope we will meet again as we parted." She then extends hand and arm towards him in offering of hand- or arm-clasp.

Seeing that she is without armor, Seldan removes the gauntlet that he wears, baring a callused hand and breaking the parade-rest stance, stepping forward to accept and return the armclasp of equals. "That do I also pray. Walk in Her light, and in Her path, and Her wisdom shall not lead you astray, Mistress Aya. Until we meet again. Travel well."

"Her light upon your path, Seldan," Aya offers, quite certain that it would never not shine there. she holds the clasp after a long moment before reliquishing. "Until our paths cross once more, fare well." She then retakes the partial step back before turning to depart.

When Aya releases it, Seldan does the same, taking that same half-step back and replacing the gauntlet on the bared hand. His eyes lower, and he murmurs quietly a small prayer. "Holy Dreamer guide her hand from here and henceforth." He makes no move to stop her, only raising his eyes then and watching her walk away with that same steady, even expression.

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'''[[Archived_Logs|For 2022 and earlier, see the Archives]]'''

==2023 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
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|Log
|People
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|January 1, 2023
|[[Visiting the Folks (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Laugh at Mistakes]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Everybody's Weird]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
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|January 2, 2023
|[[Black Roses and Green Eyes]]
|[[Verna]]
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|January 2, 2023
|[[Build It Up]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Killer Kitten]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[The Abominable Tela-Snowman]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|[[Something Borrowed]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Fizzy]], [[Munch]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Brothers and Worries]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
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|January 3, 2023
|[[Hunter's Introduction]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[First Coustomer Promotion]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
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|[[Mother Dearest]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 4, 2023
|[[Brother my Brother]]
|[[Andelena]]
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|[[Impromptu Interview]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Patch]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
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|
|[[Tales of Tests]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|
|[[On The Edge Of Knowing]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]]
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|
|[[A Planned Walk]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
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|January 5, 2023
|[[Bond of the Mind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 6, 2023
|[[Workshop of Horrors]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Yaretzi]]
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|[[Verdict is Vengeance]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Nemori]], [[Mac-Big]]
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|January 7, 2023
|[[Everything Noodle]]
|[[Pirkko]], [[Warrick]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
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|[[Calling for Communion]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|
|[[Gather in the Light]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Garak]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]]
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|January 8, 2023
|[[The Way Forward]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Taken in the Night]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Tea for Three]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
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|
|[[No More Hiding]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 9, 2023
|[[The Rescuers]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|
|[[The Rescuers 2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Patch]], [[Telamon]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 4)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]]
|-
|
|[[An Introduction to Demon Summoning]]
|[[Lucius]],[[Schara]], [[Xasany]]
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|
|[[For Want of a Name]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
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|January 10, 2023
|[[Getting Takeout]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Pirkko]], [[Warrick]]
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|
|[[Dark Day]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Serene]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|January 11, 2023
|[[Waiting Room]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Return of the Fish]]
|[[Telamon]]
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|[[Make the Decision]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 12, 2023
|[[A Plot Is Formed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|
|[[Awkward Aid]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|January 13, 2023
|[[Life Without Light]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|
|[[That One Talk]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Taniths and Totems]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Hospital Chat]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|January 14, 2023
|[[Can I Have That Back?]]
|[[Verna]], [[Zeke]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[Ticked Off]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Razen]], [[Sora]]
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|[[Takeout Delivery]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Pirkko]]
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|[[Nobody's Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Magic and 'Magic']]
|[[Inesse]], [[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]]
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|January 15, 2023
|[[Less Awkward Aid]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Instruments of Destruction]]
|[[Patch]], [[Pelka]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Telamon]]
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|January 16, 2023
|[[Payment for Services Rendered]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
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|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 5)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Lyme]]
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|[[We Are Hunting]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
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|[[How Many Ways to Cook Fish]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 17, 2023
|[[Dreaming Again]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Lean On Me]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Fears and Forests]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Xasany]]
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|[[Facing Down the Nightmares]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
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|January 18, 2023
|[[Death in Dreamland]]
|[[Verna]]
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|
|[[Air Freight]]
|[[Inesse]], [[Telamon]]. [[Lucius]], [[Braith]], [[Fizzy]]
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|[[Meaning of Green]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 19, 2023
|[[Wedding Details]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
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|[[Weight of the World]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
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|January 20, 2023
|[[Dead Man Walking]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Dropping in for a Bite]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
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|[[Ask Me No Questions]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Zeke]]
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|[[Fancy Feast]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 21, 2023
|[[Chains that Bite]]
|[[Dolan]]
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|[[Laughing at Last]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
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|[[Memory Lane]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
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|January 22, 2023
|[[Days Like This]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Troublesome Lexicon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|January 23, 2023
|[[With A Flail Like This]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Razen]]
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|[[We Will Go]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Malik in the House]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Of Glass and Leather]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Patch]]
|-
|January 24, 2023
|[[Together Then]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Dream March]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Cabin in the Woods]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 25, 2023
|[[Dresses for success]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Reunion in the Gardens]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Quiet Quest]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|January 26, 2023
|[[Do You Remember The Day]]
|[[Kira]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dreaming of a Call]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Into Your Care]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Alabaster Assembly]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 27, 2023
|[[Telamon Pays A Visit]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 28, 2023
|[[A Nice Normal Chit Chat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Not So Normal Chat]]
|[[Patch]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[A Night Market Chat]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Niklas]]
|-
|
|[[Differences of Culture]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Inesse]], [[Schara]], [[Kira]]
|-
|January 29, 2023
|[[Possessive Update]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Guidance Ad-Dress-ed]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[In Union]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|January 30, 2023
|[[Red Tide]]
|[[Daniel]], [[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]], [[Magpie]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Boots Were Made for Dreaming]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[After Boots]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 31, 2023
|[[Garden of the Future]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Stolen Honeycakes]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Taxing Studies]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|}
===February ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2023
|[[Karen and a Lunch Break]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]]
|-
|
|[[Changing Names]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Weapon Made Manifest]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A New Addition to the Family]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 2, 2023
|[[Proud And Tired Few]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 3, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Crick]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Free Drinks and Flirtations]]
|[[Malik]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Sloan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dressed for Success]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]], [[Kira]]
|-
|February 4, 2023
|[[In the Service of the Chalice]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|February 5, 2023
|[[Green Demon]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Fizzy]], [[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Memory to Memory]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 6, 2023
|[[Squid-ward]]
|[[Carver]], [[Nessa]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Flashback]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Guaranteed Protection]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Sunbeams]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 7, 2023
|[[Pinned for Greatness]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Secret Fitting]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[On the Move]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 8, 2023
|[[Icy Mistake]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Good Dreams Are Made Of This]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Trouble for Swans]]
|[[Aurala]], [[Garak]], [[Rhar]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 9, 2023
|[[Gifts for New Family]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Something Extra]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Divine Responsibility]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|February 10, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Carver]], [[Crick]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[First Blood]]
|[[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Cold Weather & Hot Cider]]
|[[Kira]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 11, 2023
|[[Fools, Children, and Messages]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Forgotten Answers]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[You, Me, and the Knight]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Mystery for Swans]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Patch]], [[Razen]], [[Rocky]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 12, 2023
|[[Preliminary Siege]]
|[[Culix]], [[Khepri]], [[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Herbs for Swans]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Lucius]], [[Crik]], [[Magpie]], [[Lheo]]
|-
|
|[[I Dream of Seldan]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|February 13, 2023
|[[Snowed In]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Violence and Tea]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[And Really Good Eggs]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Sloan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Get Kraken]]
|[[Alba]], [[Kaj]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Feadril's Staff]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Obsession]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 14, 2023
|[[Swords to Plows]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Fear the Nothing I have Become]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Congratulations Are in Order]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 15, 2023
|[[Vanquish the Vast]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Overworking During Sick Days]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|February 16, 2023
|[[Did Not Mean To Make Friends]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Lillianath]]
|-
|
|[[Two Brothers And A Bard]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Arm-rest]]
|[[Schara]],[[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[A Talk Cut Short]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 17, 2023
|[[Stewing On Assumptions]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Kira]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Brother in His Light]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|February 18, 2023
|[[Kraken Kibble Korrection]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Kira]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Cloaks and Figurines]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Sloan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Surprises All Around]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Celebration]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 19, 2023
|[[Scuffle & Stew]]
|[[Crik]], [[Iskandar]], [[Kaj]], [[Kira]], [[Murder]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Out Of Whole Cloth]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 20, 2023
|[[Hugs for Kol]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Kira]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Last Sunset]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Fernwood Chance Encounter]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Sloan]]
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|February 21, 2023
|[[Meetings and Greetings]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Aya]], [[Ous]]
|-
|
|[[Wounded but will Heal]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Not a Cult Again]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Warrick]], [[Zerthos]]; DM: Telamon
|-
|
|[[What Victory Brings]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Foggy Business]]
|[[Crik]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]], [[Kaj]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 22, 2023
|[[Offerings for a Pure Soul]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Unusual Reunions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[To Steal Friendship]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: Animus the Ressurectionists and the Shards]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aryia]], [[Carver]], [[Cesran]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ous]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|February 23, 2023
|[[Reunion to Remember]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Fire and Food]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|February 24, 2023
|[[Respects]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Breakfast of Champions?]]
|[[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[I Will Be the Danger]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sharks and Sharps]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 3)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Badu]], [[Crik]], [[Magpie]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Shoulder of Giants]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Blue Scale Blues]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Too Many Wrongs]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|February 25, 2023
|[[Working for the Man]]
|[[Crik]], [[Dirk]], [[Iskandar]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Alexandria Acclimation 101]]
|[[Harkashan]],[[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Three Friends and One Small Cat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Hall Pass]]
|[[Schara]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Hunters and Crafters]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Murder]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|February 26, 2023
|[[Sunshine, At Last]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Verna]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|
|[[Much Ado About Pothy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 27, 2023
|[[Soaking Up Sun]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Seeking Maksur]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[To Bring More Than a Message]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Once Called Home]]
|[[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[New Player In Town]]
|[[Badu]], [[Harshad]], [[Schara]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|February 28, 2023
|[[Over Loaves of Bread]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Curse of the Amber Thorn]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Crossbow Training Crossing]]
|[[Schara]], [[Tlanexhuani]],[[Warrick]]
|-
|}
===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2023
|[[Enemy Encampment]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 2, 2023
|[[Just a little Talk]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Bridge Banter]]
|[[Culix]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Another Fae Blessing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Those Who Walk With Death]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Sloan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Trying Not to Drown]]
|[[Schara]], [[Warrick]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 3, 2023
|[[Mother My Mother]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tending Kin]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The Vagrant Tower (Part 4)]]
|[[Crik]], [[Jacob]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]], [[Sloan]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[The People We Need]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 4, 2023
|[[Recovery and Rest]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Traveling Companions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Leaving Mictlan]]
|[[Geir]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: Who's Dominion Is It Anyways]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Iskandar]], [[Jacob]], [[Malik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[More Days With You]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Spring Is Here]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 5, 2023
|[[Shadows and Gobbers]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[All in the Family]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Ragey Misunderstanding]]
|[[Murder]]. [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[A Sewer Taste]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|March 6, 2023
|[[Crimson Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Death Experiences and Friends]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Enemy Encampment (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 7, 2023
|[[Farmer In Need]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Two Rage or Not to Rage]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Price Paid for Knowledge]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Story in TarRaCe]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Schara]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 8, 2023
|[[Lick of Flame]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Stubborn Shade]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Rest and Relaxation]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Compellation of the Eternal]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Replacement Coils]]
|[[Schara]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|March 9, 2023
|[[Serving in TarRaCe]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[All Continue]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Stealing Albus]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[The Rain Is Clearing]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[To Catch A Shark]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Of Travels And Lost Friends]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Lesson in Dreaming]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 10, 2023
|[[Kin Filled Gardens]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Geir]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Worth its Weight in Words]]
|[[Geir]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[If You Can See Me]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Forest's Renewal]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Cloying Shadows]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|March 11, 2023
|[[One Windy Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Book of Three]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Jacob]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Briefing: On the Felwood]]
|[[Iskander]], [[Lucius]], [[Munch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|March 12, 2023
|[[Magpie Faces The Music]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[A Run in with Old 'Friends']]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Scrolls, Spells, and Plans]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Catchup Over Pie]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 13, 2023
|[[Fishing for Sharks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Rooftop Training]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[A Library Encounter]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Familiar Questions]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 14, 2023
|[[A Magical Demonstration]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Warrick]], [[Magpie]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 15, 2023
|[[Blunted Order]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Verna]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Do as the Softskins Do]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Observations at the Observatory]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 16, 2023
|[[Comparing Bloodlines]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Sharing a Meal]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Strong Arms]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Schara]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 17, 2023
|[[The Vagrant Tower Returns]]
|[[Crik]], [[Pelka]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Sloan]], [[Ulthan]], DM: [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Coil Swap]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Honor the Blade]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[If the Shoe Fits]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 18, 2023
|[[Arcane Bonds]]
|[[Cassia]], [[Zelany]]
|-
|
|[[Albus Answers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[New Fiance]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|-
|
|[[Circling the Fel]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Ous]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 19, 2023
|[[Healing of the Mind]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[With Fiends Like These...]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
||[[Bandit? No, just Murder!]]
|[[Culix]], [[Murder]]
|-
|March 20, 2023
|[[Sketched Angel]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[Under the Mountain]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 21, 2023
|[[Practice in the Colosseum]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
||[[Small Crafts]]
|[[Tlanexhuani]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Chills a Devil Leaves]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 22, 2023
|[[Spell Eater]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[A Visitor Or Two]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Vices and Herbs]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Snare for the Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Skipping Stones]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Wedding Traditions]]
|[[Dolan]],[[Ous]],[[Simony]]
|-
|March 23, 2023
|[[The Lost Book]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 24, 2023
|[[Language Exchange]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Custom Fittings]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Castle for His Queen]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 24, 2023
|[[The Words In Between]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|March 25, 2023
|[[Checking In]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cluix]], [[Lheo]], [[Schara]], [[Theo]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[The Yellow-Throated Raven]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[An Odd Gem]]
|[[Fizzy]], [[Lucius]], [[Sedev]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 26, 2023
|[[Midnight Snack]]
|[[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Huian]], [[Warrick]], [[Khepri]], [[Sedev]], [[Jacob]], DM: [[Landslide]]
|-
|March 27, 2023
|[[One Person to the World]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Bloodbroth and Packages]]
|[[Un'eth]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Brisk Brawl]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Wolf Cries to The Moon]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[In The Fairy Circle]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[V And The Mountain]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]], [[Ous]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Magpie]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|March 28, 2023
|[[No Pain No Gain]]
|[[Telamon]]
|-
|March 29, 2023
|[[A Friend in Need]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[My Starborn King]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Silmeria]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Raven Army]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|March 30, 2023
|[[Inside Your Head]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Never Safe]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Part 2]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shared Trauma]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Meaning of Strength]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Reading of the Crimson Pen]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Jacob]], [[Murder]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|March 31, 2023
|[[The Dawn Before the Night]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Curse Defied]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tag Team Hunt]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|}
===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2023
|[[Plans are Born]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Checking In (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cluix]], [[Lheo]], [[Schara]], [[Theo]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Sil, Whole Conviction]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 2, 2023
|[[Artistic Rendering]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Memories and Horses]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Burdens Between Us]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Heroes and Merctalk]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[What is in a Red Book Anyhow]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Checking in on Grandfather]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 3, 2023
|[[Lunch Rush]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Ous]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Part 3]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Silence And The Fog]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Sword for a Mother]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 4, 2023
|[[Birds of a Feather]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Visions of Hell]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[New Friends]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Huian]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 5, 2023
|[[Three is Company]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Seat and Royalty]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Palisade in the Mists]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Mourner's Chill]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visions of Hell (Part 2)]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 6, 2023
|[[Welcome Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ale at the Fernwood]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]], [[Lucius]]
|-
|
|[[A Bet is a Bet]]
|[[Jacob]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[A Curse Denied]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle]]
|[[Hilde]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Jacob]], [[Tlanexhauni]], [[Huian]], [[Leirune|Rune]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Reunion of the Heart]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Going Home]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Reading of the Crimson Pen Part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|April 7, 2023
|[[We, Not I]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Study Knights Assemble!]]
|[[Verna]], [[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Language Learning]]
|[[Schara]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Blood, Pain and Undeath]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Man to Help]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 8, 2023
|[[Where The Monsters Are]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Follow-up Investigation]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Sword and the Scrolls]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Huian]]
|-
|
|[[A Gathering at the Arcanist's]]
|[[Crik]], [[Garak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Reclamation]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 9, 2023
|[[Pastries and Stolen Faces]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Dirk]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], [[Aya]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 10, 2023
|[[Relations and Toast]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Verna]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Lost Book Epilogue]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Opal-Mancy]]
|[[Arion]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Jacob]], [[Lucius]], [[Ous]]
|-
|April 11, 2023
|[[Diving into Backstory]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Huian]]
|-
|
|[[Of Axes and Family]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Friends not Food]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|April 12, 2023
|[[Count to Ten]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Silver King]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Would-be Thieves and Sales Pitches]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Schara]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[A Prepared Poet]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 13, 2023
|[[Against Protocol]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Commune-al Support]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|April 14, 2023
|[[A Monk Meeting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Found Book]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Strike It Down]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Dirk]], [[Lysa]], [[Pelka]], [[Murder]], '''DM:''' Whirlpool
|-
|April 15, 2023
|[[A Lesson in Tracking]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]], [[Critias]]
|-
|April 16, 2023
|[[Nowhere Is Safe]]
|[[Aya]], [[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting at the Residence]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Disguises and Guises]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|April 17, 2023
|[[Threads of Lore and Stories]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Mending, Healing, And Sharing Words]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dryad Dilemma]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]], [[Arion]], [[Ous]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Happy Pictures]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[To The Devil's End]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Critias]], [[Dolan]], [[Jacob]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Safehouse]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Schara]]
|-
|April 18, 2023
|[[Axe over Dagger]]
|[[Ous]], [[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Go Away]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Auranar's Vengeance]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[What Does Not Die]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|April 19, 2023
|[[Evening Discussions]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Fire in the Gardens]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Pink Hair and Green Dogs]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Ous]], [[Verna]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Comfort from a Friend]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wolf's Wake]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blades and Strawberries|Blades, Fire and Strawberries]]
|[[Lucius]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A dog, beer and an apology]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Ous]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 20, 2023
|[[A Parle on Strange Happenings]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]], [[Ous]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Reaching Daed]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Lord's Ears]]
|[[Alba]], [[Rhar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]] '''DM:'''[[Telamon]]
|-
|April 21, 2023
|[[Punchy McPunch Camp]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Glaive Insights]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Breathless in the Market District]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Carver]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Demons, Cultists and Werewolves, Oh MY]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[To Dream in Black and White]]
|[[Aya]], [[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|April 22, 2023
|[[A Spire in the Night (Group 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lucius]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Visten]]
|-
|
|[[A Spire in the Night (Group 1)]]
|[[Carver]], [[Huian]], [[Ulthan]], [[Asphodel]], [[Aelmeh]]
|-
|April 23, 2023
|[[Plans for a Demon's Ending Over Wine]]
|[[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Cave Lurkers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Khepri]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Regarding the Father of Time]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]]
|-
|April 24, 2023
|[[Meditative Threads]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Sloan]], [[Huian]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Two rogues and a Tour]]
|[[Crik]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Play the Cards]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]]
|-
|April 25, 2023
|[[A Brief Stroll]]
|[[Critias]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|April 26, 2023
|[[The Fighting Pit]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Schara]], [[Aelmeh]], [[Jacob]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], '''DM:''' [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Play the Cards (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]]
|-
|April 27, 2023
|[[Ale and Mimics]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Fishing in the Rain]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Market Daze]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Asphodel]], [[Ous]], [[Sloan]]
|-
|
|[[Post-Fiend Checkup]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Stony Countenance]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysa]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|April 28, 2023
|[[Theory and Application]]
|[[Verna]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Reaching Out]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Lady Who?]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Iskandar]], [[Slixvah]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Red Pothy and Totem Talk]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ous]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|April 29, 2023
|[[Weapons and Inventions]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[Demons and Fey talk]]
|[[Critias]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Aspire to Nothing (Group 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Night Sky]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Daechir]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|April 30, 2023
|[[Face Things Together]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[From smiths to demons]]
|[[Huian]], [[Mikilos]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Rook and His Revelations]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Gobbos in the Water]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Blacksmith]]
|[[Huian]], [[Mikilos]], [[Simony]]
|-
|}

===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2023
|[[An Observational Conversation]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up, Part 1]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[A new Drinker]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle II]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Choler]], [[Schara]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], '''DM:''' [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch Interrupted]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 2, 2023
|[[No Gilded Cages]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Landscape or Portrait]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Made Maid]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Carver]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[(Not So) Helpful Pixies]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Defense]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|May 3, 2023
|[[A Drink Between Friends]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Becoming a Rider]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucius]]
|-
|
|[[Quiet Daeusites]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Three Things Bothering Rune]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Jacob]]
|-
|May 4, 2023
|[[The Circle Underneath]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[His Dark Crown]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Night Monsters]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Alaryn]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|May 5, 2023
|[[Clash of Polearms]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Separation of Memories]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up Carrough]]
|[[Asphodel]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[I Am Glitter, I Am Gloam]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Telamon]], [[Mikilos]], [[Fidget]], [[Slixvah]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Undercity News]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Mead and Magic Swords]]
|[[Aelmeh, Huian]]
|-
|May 6, 2023
|[[Don't Poke the Silver One]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Early Bird Gets the Rumor]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[A Few Questions More]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Searching for a Key]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelmeh]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Jacob]], [[Huian]]
|-
|May 7, 2023
|[[Much Ado About Misha]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Flame]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 8, 2023
|[[Scuttlebutt Says]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Sloan]], [[Asphodel]]
|-
|
|[[Request for Songs of Sorrow]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aragos]]
|-
|
|[[Aftermath of the Flame's Rescue]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle III]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Asphodel]], [[Huian]], [[Geir]], '''DM:''' [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Sidetracked Into Help]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 9, 2023
|[[Distracted Training Session]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]],
|-
|
|[[Buried Hindsight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Eluna's Spire, Wolves, and More]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Sojourn in Selentia]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[After the Sojourn]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 10, 2023
|[[Things Go Bump in the Forest]]
|[[Simony]], [[Vrenskas]]
|-
|
|[[Sewer Circle]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Magpie]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Basin Assumptions]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Fire Against the Rain]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 11, 2023
|[[Search for a Perch]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[She of the Pale Face]]
|[[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Echoes]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch Buddies]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|May 12, 2023
|[[There You Are]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Blade of the Heart]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Dream With Me]]
|[[Critias]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lysa]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Double Goblins, Double Trouble]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|May 13, 2023
|[[Dreams Become Reality]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Amulets and Bird Toys]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Alaryn]]
|-
|
|[[A Home Away from Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lurking in the Shadows]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 14, 2023
|[[Healing and Plans]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Zeke]], [[Dolan]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Telmentarian Celebration]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Baths and Dreams]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Cats and Mithral Swords]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 15, 2023
|[[Go Ahead And Throw Your Stones]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aragos]], [[Theadosia]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wake of the Celebration]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Nature of Faith]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[A Brisk Sale]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Dirk]], [[Huian]]
|-
|May 16, 2023
|[[Much Ado About Am'shere]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[All Fired Up]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Harpists Halls]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In Her Shadow]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Monsters in the Forest]]
|[[Ous]], [[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Signed, Sealed, Certified]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Theadosia]]
|-
|May 17, 2023
|[[Return from Grandfathers]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Question of Fate]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Shambling Jungle IV - Welcome to the Jungle]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]], [[Geir]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 18, 2023
|[[Dragonrider of the Sands]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Unexpected Results]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] (Briefly)
|-
|
|[[No Plan Survives A Meeting]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Bit of Time]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seldan]], [[Schara]], '''GM''': [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[Some Things Are More Important Than Demons]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 19, 2023
|[[Heat Stones and Castes]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[Major Manor Mishap]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Land of the Midnight Sun]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[One Happy Blacksmith]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 20, 2023
|[[Felwood Spire: A Fell Mood Part 1]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 21, 2023
|[[Shambling Jungle V - Warriors]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[A Thirty-Five Foot Pastry]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Proposal Unproposed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|May 22, 2023
|[[Something in the Woods]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Reithak]], [[Theadosia]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Trail to Charn (Part 3)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 23, 2023
|[[Meeting with Micha]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Talk of Open Skies]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 24, 2023
|[[A Drapes Faux-Pas]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Nightmare then Massage]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Discussion with Dace]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 25, 2023
|[[An Elder's Wisdom]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] as Miquitlani
|-
|
|[[A Trip to Myrddion]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Schara]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|May 26th, 2023
|[[Fashion Monk]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[A Brighter Mood Victory]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Of Names and Snatchlings]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Geir]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|May 27, 2023
|[[Mitigating Marsward's Machinations]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Framework for Success]]
|[[Geir]], [[Harkashan]], [[Huian]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Felwood Spire: A Fell Mood (Part 2)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ulthan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|May 28, 2023
|[[They Hunger]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rocky]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|May 29, 2023
|[[Wakedays for War Golems]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Necromancer News]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Melted Brass]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Return the Blade]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Any portico in a storm]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Irshya]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 30, 2023
|[[Pretty Damned Thieves]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rhar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 31, 2023
|[[Of Glowing Glitter and Lit Sticks]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|}

===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 1, 2023
|[[Major Manor Mishap II]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], [[Alaryn]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[On Scrolls, Brothers, and Gifts]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 2, 2023
|[[Evacuate! The Village]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Lysa]], [[Murder]], [[Rocky]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[The Strength To Affect The World]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]]
|-
|June 4, 2023
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Our Time]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Speaking with Sebas]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Colosseum Workouts]]
|[[Murder]], [[Reithak]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Ravendar]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|June 6, 2023
|[[Honey Harvest]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Drink's the Thing]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 7, 2023
|[[By the Tornmawr Bank]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Man with the Firefly Eyes]]
|[[Reithak]], [[SImony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 8, 2023
|[[Where'd They Go?]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|June 9, 2023
|[[Threads and Shadows]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]] (Briefly)
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Rings and Dark Intel]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|June 10, 2023
|[[Shambling Jungle VI - Finale]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Gier]], [[Fidget]], [[Schara]], [[Burai]], [[Aelwyn]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Echo of Eclavdran]]
|[[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 11, 2023
|[[In the Wake of Two Echoes]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Theft of a Trusted Servant]]
|[[Alba]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rhar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|
|[[A Musical Interlude]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Fidget]], [[Harkashan]], [[Reithak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seldan]], '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|June 12, 2023
|[[Love and Loss]]
|[[Geir]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Stymied Vacation]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Two Birds and a Story]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Residents of the Jungle]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Riptide]]
|-
|
|[[A Withering Cackle]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Huian]], [[Karasu]], [[Ravendar]] (GM) [[Carver]]
|-
|
|[[Theft of a Trusted Servant, Part 2]]
|[[Alba]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rhar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|June 13, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood I - Spoken Curse]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Schara]], [[Auranar]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[When You Wish]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 14, 2023
|[[Nothing But A Stain]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Study Buddies: Fundraising!]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]], [[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 15, 2023
|[[Senyelistli means Family]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Geir]], [[Schara]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Fidget]] GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Painting Prospects]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]]
|-
|June 16, 2023
|[[Duel at Wuja Docar]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Geir]]
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 18, 2023
|[[Flying Gossip Demons]]
|[[Murder]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Dusty Chalice]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Warrick]] as Cynthia
|-
|
|[[Sunny Tea Time]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|June 19, 2023
|[[Fancy and Bloody Coffin]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Bigger on the Inside]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]], Cynthia (spoofed by [[Warrick]])
|-
|June 20, 2023
|[[Aza Answers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Of Felwood and Demons]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Seldan]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[No Need to Choose]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|June 22, 2023
|[[Mission for Friendship]]
|[[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 2]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Catching Up on Chidea]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 23, 2023
|[[Steel and Hair Dye]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 4]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Miril]], [[Schara]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 24, 2023
|[[Hunting The Spire - Part 1]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Lucy]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[And I Still Need To Get Dressed]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Donnelly Wedding Bash]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Tendrils of the Felwood, Part 1]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Reithak]], [[Ous]], DM:[[Whirlpool]]
|-
|June 25, 2023
|[[Mortal Enough]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Forge and Spices]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Twenty Billion Questions]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Looking for A Silverguard]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Help?]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|June 26, 2023
|[[Mending Promises]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The Cult of Piercing Light]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Garak]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], '''DM''': Telamon
|-
|June 27, 2023
|[[The Runaway Cart]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Art and Juice]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Starfall]]
|[[Telamon]] vignette
|-
|
|[[Jal'goroth's Prison]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|June 29, 2023
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 3]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Migration Notice]]
|[[Slixvah]] Vignette
|-
|June 30, 2023
|[[Stopping By]]
|[[Vaera]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[In Vino Praeposterus]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Rest]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Myrrish Children Stick Together]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|}

===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 2, 2023
|[[To the Downfall of Fiends]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Enemy of my Enemy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 3, 2023
|[[Wisdom Without Age]]
|[[Simony]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Minds of Pretenders]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Lavinia]], [[Lheo]], [[Reithak]], [[Theo]]
|-
|July 4, 2023
|[[600lb Baby]]
|[[Carver]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 5, 2023
|[[Black Whole Moon]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 6, 2023
|[[Goblin Trouble at the Library]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Post-Lunar Healing]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Death and Frescos]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 7, 2023
|[[Belts and Resurrections]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Kinly Meetings]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Hunting the Spire (Part 2)]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Fidget]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[The New Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 8, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood II - Sorrowful Emptiness]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Schara]], [[Carver]], [[Fidget]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[A Soul's Request]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[We're the hands of the Gods]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 9, 2023
|[[Rebirth and Rejuvination]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Towering Tea Time]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|July 10, 2023
|[[Warfare Without Pontification]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[To a Job Well Done]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|July 11, 2023
|[[Portside Underground]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Simony]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Our Venerable House]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Little Man for Little Pixie]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 12, 2023
|[[A Cure For Hunger]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A touch of Fashion and Fire]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|July 13, 2023
|[[Hunger and Healing]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 4]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Snowcones and Pigments]]
|[[Ravenstongue|Cor'lana]], [[SImony]], [[Telamon]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|July 14th, 2023
|[[Mictlan Makari Meeting]]
|[[Seyardu]], [[Leirune|Rune]]. [[Rocky]], [[Un'eth]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Counsel Sought Is Not Guaranteed]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 15th, 2023
|[[Black Dog Bite]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 16th, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 1)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Vision of a Padaryn Past]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 17th, 2023
|[[Following the Golden Thread]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]] '''DM''': [[Riptide]]
|-
|July 18th, 2023
|[[Speaking with Daneira]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Date With a View]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|July 20, 2023
|[[Eggs-pedition]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Elisabeth]], [[Carver]], [[Schara]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
| July 21, 2023
|[[Vagrant Tower - Spectral Labyrinth]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Eztli]], [[Elisabeth]] '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Investigation of Ivyhold]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 23, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 2)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]] '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[This Wretched Heat]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 24, 2023
|[[Tletepetl]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]] '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Lunch and a Message]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Elisabeth du Leoncorte|Elisabeth]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 25, 2023
|[[Weather and Family]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Complicated Solutions and Sandwiches]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Need for Resistance]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Hard Lesson Learned]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|July 27, 2023
|[[Where To Belong]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Into the Woods]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Acedia]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Family and Fae]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|July 28, 2023
|[[Gorilla Grilling]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 6]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|July 29, 20231
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deeper Delve Part 2]]
|[[Carver]],[[Rocky]],[[Reithak]],[[Harkashan]], '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|July 30, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 3)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|July 31, 2023
|[[Protector of the Heart]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Gale's Inquiry (Part 3)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Confidence is Key]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|}

=== August ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 1, 2023
|[[Portside Underground Part 2]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], GM [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Ogre-watch]]
|[[Carver]], [[Glasha]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|August 3, 2023
|[[Sunken Treasure and Guests on the Wing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|August 4, 2023
|[[Nest Migrations]]
|[[Carver]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 6, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood III - Prion Prison (Part 4)]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Faces on a Fresco]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 7]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 7, 2023
|[[Tell two more]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Werewolf Relocation Project]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 8, 2023
|[[Party Soup]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Aprons and Winds]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[A Fresco Nearing Completion]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Prodigious Mask]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|August 9, 2023
|[[After-mask]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 10, 2023
|[[Birdy Beer Run]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[To Bear Fruit]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fiend Like Me]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Harkashan]], [[Lokir]], [[Sabina]], [[Shin]]
|-
|
|[[Hypothetically Speaking]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 11, 2023
|[[Brightest of Days]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Culix]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Hungry Like Something Else]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Andelena]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM:''' [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bloody Murder]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Rocky]], [[Eztli]], '''DM:''' [[Subduction]]
|-
|August 12, 2023
|[[Three Men, One Cave]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|August 13, 2023
|[[Genie Bride for Fiendish Eyes]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Apple Pie Apology]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Family Portrait]]
|[[Simony]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 8]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 14, 2023
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 15, 2023
|[[Tranquility is a Farce]]
|[[Simony]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|August 16, 2023
|[[The Dark Remains Dark]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Forgotten Blood IV: Bloodflower]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Lokir]], [[Reithak]], '''DM''': [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 17, 2023
|[[Mandatory Sewer Level]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramayre]], [[Lokir]], [[Warrick]], [[Xasany]] DM: [[Fidget]]
|-
|August 18, 2023
|[[Daeusite Coat of Arms]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Boiled Over]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|August 19, 2023
|[[Forge and Family Work]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[A Special Meaning]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[DF: Tavern Tales]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Jacob]], [[Lokir]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|August 20, 2023
|[[Alchemy and Healing]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Things on Her Mind]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Home for Father]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gramarye]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Exploding Crossbows]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|
|[[Smol Toast to Study Buddies]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|August 21, 2023
|[[Pincered Gelhorn]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Simony]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 2)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 22, 2023
|[[Summer Scramble - Part A]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Jacob]], [[Lokir]]
|-
|
|[[Summer Scramble - Part B]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Murder]], [[Rhar]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 23, 2023
|[[Red and Black Checkers]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Door to Nowhere]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Temperance's Concern]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Spirits of Wind and Wave]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|August 24, 2023
|[[River Monster]]
|[[Culix]], [[Ezli]], [[Murder]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Pork and Spices]]
|[[Murder]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 25, 2023
|[[Vagrant Tower: Savage Garden]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Slixvah]], '''DM''': [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Bairn Be None]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|August 26, 2023
|[[Whip that Ribbon]]
|[[Kaj]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Fae and Arpeggios]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 27, 2023
|[[Compliments and Rotgut]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Only Title That Matters]]
|[[Slixvah]] (as Jiranu), [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Where'd They Go? Part 9]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Aryia]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 28, 2023
|[[High Priestess Aki]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Crik]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 3)]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Scars And Tattoos]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Of Songs and Healers]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|August 29, 2023
|[[Helps the Medicine Go Down]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Tears of Hope]]
|[[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Feels like Light]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[A Man Of Many Talents]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Ten Brass Rings]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|August 30, 2023
|[[Salmon Gildays]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Songs and Strange Boxes]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Door to Nowhere (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 31, 2023
|[[Three Pitchers Down]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[A braid, meditation and cards]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]]
|-
|}

=== September ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2023
|[[Living in a Story]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|September 2, 2023
|[[Iluiyotl iuixochimeh]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Seers Folly]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[TarRaCe gets a Glow Up]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|September 4, 2023
|[[Message of the Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Critias]]
|-
|September 5, 2023
|[[Meet and Griva]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seldan]], [[Fidget]], [[Schara]], DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|September 6, 2023
|[[Friend of Taara]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|September 7, 2023
|[[Painted Glass]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]]
|-
|
|[[The View From Up Here]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Flat Fuss Keresday]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|September 8, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 3]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 9, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming, Pt2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Aelywn]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|September 10, 2023
|[[Tomato Or Potato]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Simony]], [[Ravenstongue]] (as Grandfather)
|-
|September 11, 2023
|[[Scrolling Thunder]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|September 12, 2023
|[[Bird Is The Word]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 13, 2023
|[[You Saw What?]]
|[[Crik]], [[Fidget]], [[Lheo]], [[Zerthos]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2023
|[[Warped Flame - I]]
|[[Rune]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[A Historical Shrine]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 15, 2023
|[[Contrary Mari, Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]]. DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 17, 2023
|[[Cursed Ink Consultation]]
|[[Culix]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Hasty Lessons]]
|[[Carver]], [[Eztli]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 18, 2023
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 4)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 19, 2023
|[[Dolan's Cat]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[In the Birbhouse]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|September 20, 2023
|[[Wreath and Flames]]
|[[Culix]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|September 21, 2023
|[[Deceive the Deceiver]]
|[[Telamon]]
|-
|September 22, 2023
|[[Investigating Journalism]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Critias]], [[Culix]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Bleeding Heart]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|September 23, 2023
|[[A Comely Seeming, Part 3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Aelwyn]], DM: [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Sitting with Seldan]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|September 24, 2023
|[[Heavy Artillery Heartthrob]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 25, 2023
|[[Werewolf Baby?]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line, Part 5]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|September 26, 2023
|[[Broken Bird]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[A Resurrectionist's Visit, Part 1]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Fidget]], [[Ous]], [[Victor]]
|-
|September 27, 2023
|[[Patch Job]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Eztli]], [[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|September 28, 2023
|[[As Coyote Laughs]]
|[[Lheo]]
|-
|September 29, 2023
|[[Dwarf Fortress: Deep Dig]]
|[[Crik]], [[Hilde]], [[Thoth]], [[Warrick]], DM: [[Subduction]]
|-
|
|[[Chasing the Lost Star]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Coyote Aftermath]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|September 30, 2023
|[[Bird Repair]]
|[[Schara]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[The Sweetest Song]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Iskandar]], [[Dolan]], [[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|}

=== October ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 1, 2023
|[[Warped Flame - II]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thurid]], [[Fidget]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Return to the Mountain]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 2, 2023
|[[Paper Faces on Parade]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Critias]], [[Harkashan]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|
|[[Clearing Gunk]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[All is not Fine]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 6)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 3, 2023
|[[Sharpening Cold Iron]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Meet and Leaf]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Vrenskas]], [[Eirik]]
|-
|
|[[A Ressurrrectionist's Visit, Part 2]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[Eirik]] - GM [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[Asking Aryia]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Benny-ficiary]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Thoth]], [[Zelany]], [[Zerthos]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|October 5, 2023
|[[Coin of Destiny]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Dirk]], [[Warrick]] as Cynthia, [[Reithak]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Third Spire Part 6]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|
|[[What's Troubling Lheo]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|October 6, 2023
|[[A Talk About Zero]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
|-
|
|[[A Test For Zero]]
|[[Theo]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Spirit of the Season]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkashan]], [[Rune]]
|-
|October 7, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood V - Beneath The Stone]]
|[[Aelmeh]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]], DM:[[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Consulting Critias]]
|[[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Break for Mamaw]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], [[Simony]]
|-
|October 8, 2023
|[[Warped Flame III]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Vaera]], [[Thurid]], [[Simony]], [[Fidget]], DM:[[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Blood from Stone]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Critias]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 9, 2023
|[[Boiling Flowers]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 7)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 10, 2023
|[[Spilt Tea]]
|[[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[A Resurrectionists Visit, Part 3]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Thoth]], [[Victor]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|October 11, 2023
|[[Snakes and Birds]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Thoth]], [[Eirik]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|October 11, 2023
|[[Rhapsody in Blue]]
|[[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], GM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|October 12, 2023
|[[Trouble in New Nikston]]
|[[Hilde]], [[Theo]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Zero]], GM: [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Two atypical Goblins]]
|[[Culix]], [[Irshya]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eirik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[The Night's Kiss]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 13, 2023
|[[Rock-it Crossbow]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[A Haven For Goodly Folk]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Spirit of the Season - II]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Rune]], [[Harkashan]], GM: Subduction
|-
|October 14, 2023
|[[Our Future]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Master Donnelly Advises]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Theo]]
|-
|
|[[Secrets of the Dancing Dragon]]
|[[Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|October 15, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood V - Warped Dance Part 1]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Blood from Stone (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 16, 2023
|[[Friends Against Mister Creepy]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[A Rivaling Answer]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 8)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 17, 2023
|[[Voices of the Past]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Market Watch]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Critias]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[A Resurrectionists Visit, Part 4]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Thoth]], [[Victor]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[Well-Welcomed Anniversary]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 18, 2023
|[[Reintroductions]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Gramarye]], [[Pelka]], [[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], [[Tlanexhuani]]
|-
|
|[[Memory of Thee]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|
|[[A Potato Pancake Breakfast]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 19, 2023
|[[Crimson Feather Flock Together]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[After The Heist]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Arming Against the Corpse-Eater]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|October 20, 2023
|[[New Place, New Armory]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Cold Storage]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Pumpkin Day Parade]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]], [[Ulthan]], DM: [[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[Girls' Night In]]
|[[Leirune|Rune]], [[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Fidget]]
|-
|October 21, 2023
|[[Seen Through Anothers Eyes]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Two of a Kind]]
|[[Fidget]], GM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|
|[[Meeting Honored Kin]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 22, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood V - Warped Dance]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Aelywn]], [[Schara]], GM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Feathers to Dye For]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Reitah]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 9)]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 23, 2023
|[[Common Enemy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Rune]]
|-
|
|[[A Resurrectionists Visit, Part 5]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Thoth]], [[Reithak]], [[???]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|
|[[Walking On Air]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2023
|[[Forgotten Puzzle Piece]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]], [[Leirune|Rune]]
|-
|October 25, 2023
|[[Little Bird Surgery Service]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Simony]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Talent Scouting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Thoth]], [[Aya]]
|-
|October 26, 2023
|[[Last Call at Port]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Rune]], [[Simony]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 27, 2023
|[[Stern Talking]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Gifts and Confessions]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|October 28, 2023
|[[Crimson Circus]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztli]], [[Harkshan]], [[Murder]], [[Rune]]
|-
|October 29, 2023
|[[Cursed Memory]]
|[[Crik]], [[Irshya]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 10)]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|October 30, 2023
|[[Smol Engines and Big Mysteries]]
|[[Crik]], [[Irshya]], [[Thoth]], [[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Daeus's Work for Dolan]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Fistful of Potions]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]], [[Warrick]], [[Thoth]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 31, 2023
|[[Piece of Peace]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|October 31, 2023
|[[Aerophobia And Alcoholism]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Gramarye]], DM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|
|[[A Sleepover Without Names]]
|[[Fidget]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Don't Dance Til You Drop]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|}

=== November ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2023
|[[Familial Debt]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Murder]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[The Unknown Path]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Dragon's Gift]]
|[[Telamon]]
|-
|November 3, 2023
|[[Vagrant Tower: Dimensional Orrery]]
|[[Harkashan]], [[Rhar]], [[Seyardu]], DM:[[Thurid]]
|-
|
|[[The Unknown Path (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Magpie]], [[Simony]]
|-
|November 4, 2023
|[[Death from Above]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztli]], [[Rhar]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|November 5, 2023
|[[Forgotten Blood Finale - The Mountain]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Cuemoni]], [[Rune]], [[Schara]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]], DM: [[Harkashan]]
|-
|
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 11)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 6, 2023
|[[Of Vacations and Turncoats]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Imane]], [[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Dolan]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Star Witness]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 7, 2023
|[[Baked goods and new faces]]
|[[Liliana]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[The Sunblade]]
|[[Skielstregar]], DM: [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Ravener]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ulthan]], [[Aelwyn]], DM: [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[Deific Motivations]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Post Surgery Birds]]
|[[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|November 8, 2023
|[[North South and West]]
|[[Verna]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Auranar]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Fresh Berries and the Nature of Things]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Flight of the Dragon]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Harkashan]]
|-
|November 9, 2023
|[[Jailhouse Visit]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Thoth]]
|-
|
|[[And None Returned]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Banana Bread, Always in Season]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Simony]]
|-
|
|[[Closure, Cuddles, and Diplomacy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 10, 2023
|[[When Family Calls]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A life for a life]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[An Arm for Justice]]
|[[Schara]], [[Warrick]]
|-
|November 11, 2023
|[[Call for Corona]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 12, 2023
|[[Seat of Our Noble Line (Part 12)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 13, 2023
|[[Matters of the Soul]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Phantom Thieves - Calling Card]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Warrick]], [[Carver]], [[Reithak]], GM: [[Fidget]]
|-
|November 14, 2023
|[[Vetting Threats]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|November 15, 2023
|[[Song of Sorrow]]
|[[Thoth]], [[Gramarye]], [[Carver]], DM: [[Aftershock]]
|-
|
|[[Imprudent Imposter]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Reithak]], [[Simony]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2023
|[[Evergreen Pilgrim]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Carver]], [[Gramarye]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 17, 2023
|[[Staves, Spheres, and How to Break Them]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Murder, Robbery and Coffee]]
|[[Crik]], [[Warrick]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Raging Buck]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|November 19, 2023
|[[Over Hot Cocoa and Tea]]
|[[Simony]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 21, 2023
|[[Take a Number]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Gob and Gab]]
|[[Murder]], [[Vrenskas]]
|-
|November 22, 2023
|[[No Fun In The Woods]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Victor]], [[Thoth]], GM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|November 24, 2023
|[[A Home and Hearth for Makari]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|November 25, 2023
|[[Village in Yellow]]
|[[Carver]], [[Reithak]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Ulthan]]
|-
|November 26, 2023
|[[Walk in the Shadows]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crik]], [[Khepri]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Xasany]], GM: [[Riptide]]
|-
|November 27, 2023
|[[Family Matters]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[To Gaze Into Infinity]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 28, 2023
|[[Thanks for the Patronage]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Xasany]], [[Victor]], [[Reithak]]
|-
|
|[[Seedy Underbelly]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Thoth]], [[Crik]], [[Tlanexhuani]], GM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|November 29, 2023
|[[Yaonemitl Arrives]]
|[[Cuemoni]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[No Fun In The Woods Part 2]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Tlanexhuani]], [[Victor]], GM:[[Whirlpool]]
|-
|November 30, 2023
|[[Petty Trinkets and Garden Caves]]
|[[Warrick]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[Not Tonight]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

=== December ===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2023
|[[Heat of the Moment]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Simony]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Aya]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|December 2, 2023
|[[Fare Well]]
|[[Aya]],[[Seldan]]
|-
|}

The Challenge of Fort Lancing Part 3

2023-06-17T04:11:14Z

Whiteout: Created page with "The last of the clockwork constructs lies sprawled in multiple pieces across the floor. The shimmering face has faded away, her deranged musings still ringing in your ears. 'God: the title suits me well.' Clearly, whoever this is doesn't suffer from a lack of confidence or ego. Piles of random junk are scattered across the room, evidently being sorted by the mechanical servitors. There's some pattern to it -- metallic objects have been sorted into piles, while other ite..."

The last of the clockwork constructs lies sprawled in multiple pieces across the floor. The shimmering face has faded away, her deranged musings still ringing in your ears. 'God: the title suits me well.' Clearly, whoever this is doesn't suffer from a lack of confidence or ego.

Piles of random junk are scattered across the room, evidently being sorted by the mechanical servitors. There's some pattern to it -- metallic objects have been sorted into piles, while other items like papers, bits of food, clothing, and so on dumped in another.

"Who iss thiss one?" the elder bluescale inquires, claws waving where the faded face once was. "What done to thiss place?" Which might be just as worrisome a question. The now-broken mechanical servants are of interest, but not right here, right now. Instead, he looks about the room, the organized piles, and to his peers. "Where go now?"

Warrick looks up as figure's runic face fades back into the ceiling, a huff escaping through the visor. A click echoes from the crossbow as its locked once more. "Serriel is not a fan a dictators," he spits.

He looks back to Tlan, shrugging as he stoops down to scoop up the longsword he dropped. "Not sure, maybe a mage went mad," he murmurs, sheathing the weapon.

"They are certainly cross sounding.", Simony replies to Warrick. She looks to Tlanexhuani. "We don't know. Perhaps someone in charge who's lost their mind, as Warrick suggests. Maybe a group of people have taken over the fort? But uuuuhhhhmmmm... if this place is a place where they are experimenting with things... this could end up being a lot of trouble."

The Gobbo fusses with her robes a little. "Anyone hurt? Feeling ill? Don't be afraid to speak up, okay?"

Schara stops and looks around, adjusting their arm and prodding at one of clockwork soldiers to make sure nothing was trying to repair itself. "Are you alright Warrick, everyone?" The artificer wonders aloud. "I think it may have something to do with the magic they were testing here. If that's the case, I'm unsure if the person casting it had their mind melded with the building, or if they still have a physical body somewhere, all of which are concerning. We should be careful moving forward, whoever or whatever this is likely has more defenses prepared, or in the process of being prepared."

"Or a mage has created artificial life again, which is awesome, if quite dangerous for us." Fidget enthuses, kicking a scorched metal part on the floor while peering at the remains.

"Oh yeah." Fidget says as a slight aside, and with very little warning pounces on Simony and gives her a full body hug, "Thanks for the help back there!" she tells the cleric goblin. She does appreciate the heals.

GAME: Fidget casts Mage Armor. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15
GAME: Fidget casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 4 DC: 14

"This one is well," Tlanexhuani assures Simony. "Will share words when not. Also squeal like hatchling." The last words are followed by a light hiss of amusement before it dissipates back to the grim of the present.

He thumps his tail on the floor. "Ssa. We hunt careful." With no other exists from the room he (re?)starts the hunt by moving bac to the hall he followed the others in from.

Warrick shifts his attention to Schara, him giving a gauntleted thumbs up. "I'm well, Simony's healing has been helpful keeping us up." The helmet head shifts towards Fidget. "... let's... hope there isn't a repeat of Kulthos's mistakes here."

A bolt is slotted in, him watching the gobbers hug it out. "We're doing well. Remember, our objective is find out what happened, then exfil." A small chuckle at Tlan. "Please, no squealing."

GAME: Simony rolls perception: (12)+10: 22
GAME: Simony rolls stealth: (5)+3: 8

Simony squeaks at the sudden hug, and she laughs, hugging the Goblin wizard back. "Ack, hah, it's quite alright, Fidget. It's generally what I do in these sorts of missions." She giggles lightly, and pats Fidget's shoulder before stepping away. "Okay, so lets get back to exploring, shall we? Anyone see anything off or weird or neat or whatever, please speak up before people touch stuff."

The albino peeks out into the hallway, glancing at the two remaining mystery doors. "I guess... north?" She begins moving that way, slowly and as quietly as she can manage. At the door, she does as before, putting her ear up close and concentrating, attempting to ascertain what might be in the spaces beyond."

After several long moments, she looks to the others and shakes her head. "Shall I open it or does someone else want the honours?"

"I don't think that I saw anything else in this room for the time being." The artificer notes. "Unless any doors are hidden, I think we should check some of the rooms outside. I will make sure to let you know if I require any healing and I am capable of doing so, but I hope that it will be unnecessary."

The artificer joins the others in the hall, and watches the other door in the meantime. "While I do not wish to put Warrick into danger, I feel he may be the best equipped of us in case anything is waiting on the other side."

The door opens to reveal a small room, with stairs spiraling upward. Lying in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs is a humanoid form. Judging from the crossbow bolts sticking out of the fellow, though, he's beyond your help at this point. He is dressed in what appears to be the duty uniform for an Alexandros guardsman, at a glance.

Warrick assesses the situation as he makes his way out to the hall. He makes a motion towards Miril to watch their rear guard as he takes the bolt out of his crossbow, shoves it aside, and reaches over his back to pull forward a wooden heater shield and draws his longsword. "I appreciate your concern, Schara," his says, voice echoing in his helmet. "But that is wise."

He presses against the door, waits for everyone to get ready before he bounces once, twice, thrice, then shoves the door open!

He rushes in to fill the space, eyeing the body briefly before filling in the space up a few steps in the stairs. "Body," he states. "No contacts..." He kneels next to the body to inspect them. A small pang of sorrow at the sight of a dead guard.

"I am a 100 healthy goblin at this time. Ready for more misadventures!" Fidget pauses, considering the name "Kulthos...Kulthos... I've heard it somewhere, I think. But I think they made some really important stuff? So whatever mistakes can't have been that bad."

She shuffles in behind Simony after the door is checked and waits for someone, not her, to bravely take the first step. When they do, she's tense and ready for another fight, but... it's just a dead guy. And this one isn't moving or trying to kill them. She shrugs and heads into the room, following after the tough human and looking around the room, since Warrick seems to have called dibs on looting the corpse.

Simony steps in behind Warrick, and gasps, moving towards the deceased Guardsman. She comes to the same conclusion as Warrick. "There's nothing I can do for him. We should remember to come back and remove his body from here. I am sure his family would want that."

Grunting, the Gobbo pulls at the body, moving it to lay next to a wall. "If we find him moved or missing, we'll know something's up. Can't have someone slipping on him trying to get up or down the stairs."

"Did anyone think to ask that guy for a map of the place? I can't remember but it would have been a good idea to have a rough layout of this place."

Tlanexhuani follows the others through, mindful of his bulk and crowding especially when the room beyon proved to be small. He is first saddened at the sight of the fallen. Then he is worried it might not stay that way. After a moment, he returns to sadness as Simony moves the body. "Ssa, can tend that one, and others, after. For now..."

He then looks looks up the stairs before moving to climb them. "This one walk first this time." It's only fair to take turns.

Telamon says, "It's been a week and Lancet continues to toy with us like rats in a trap. Why is she doing it? I'm writing this down, on the off chance I don't make it. My oaths to Alexandros are clear -- I have to do -something- to help stop her. I don't know what went wrong with the spirit-bonding but--" The sentence ends here, evidently the writer being interrupted."

Schara peers in around Warrick's shoulder, and the elf sighs as it seems to be clear, but also not. "I am sorry Warrick, you should not be the first to see things such as this." The artificer notes. "Tlanexhuani can see one of the next rooms, or I can do so."

She glances back the other way before turning to the others. I was reading a few books, and I believe it is standard strategy to clear one floor of possible threats before ascending to a new one. Should we check the door to the south first, before going upstairs? It would not be good to be ambushed from behind as we go."

Warrick holds the stairs as the body is moved. Despite how nonchalant some may take it. Once it was out of the way, kneels down to inspect the body, grunting as he pulls out a bolt. "... heavy crossbow bolts. Standard issue. Poor corporal was in a place way above their paygrade." Rifling around in other pockets, he looks up to Schara, visor masking his emotions. "You get used to it," he says grimly. "We're already exposed, but its not a bad idea, Schara."

He pulls out a book, flipping through the pages fast. He clears his throat and reads aloud, "It's been a week and Lancet continues to toy with us like rats in a trap. Why is she doing it? I'm writing this down, on the off chance I don't make it. My oaths to Alexandros are clear -- I have to do -something- to help stop her. I don't know what went wrong with the spirit-bonding but--" he sighs. "... journal suggests the fort can be possessed like a suit of armor."

Tlanexhuani pauses at Schara's reminder of the other door and listens to Warrick's reading of words. It's not just softskin customs he is unaccustomed to, but also, well, buildings. "Ssa, will do whatever is best." A pause of thought before he adds, "The experiment. Maybe go wrong... or person go wrong." He then waits at the stairs to move in whichever direction is deemed best, first.

"Ah, so that's the name of the thing taking over the fort. Lancet. That is probably a fair bit of what they want us to discover, but I'm all for keeping going to find out more.", Fidget's pace around the room showing nothing of note, she peeks around Warrick to see if she could see anything up the stairs without leaving the line of sight of the group.

"Even if we had a map, who knows if the fort isn't changing things, moving doors around...that would be so much fun. We should have brought a map so we could see if it was doing that. Or is it a she? I'm not entirely clear on the pronouns of buildings." Fidget muses while waiting for them to move on.

While Warrick goes through the pockets of the corporal, Simony offers a prayer to Navos, for the deity to watch over the man's soul and body.

As the Gobbo stands, she pats at Warrick's arm comfortingly, looking up and nodding to him

"If we're going to go up the stairs, I see a potential problem. Let's bar the door from this side, so that things can't sneak up here behind us? If that's a good idea?"

Up the stairs, leading up into another anteroom, though this one is blessedly devoid of corpses. A pair of double doors stand shut at one side of the room.

GAME: Fidget rolls perception: (16)+5: 21
GAME: Warrick rolls perception: (8)+5: 13
GAME: Simony rolls perception: (10)+10: 20
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls perception: (3)+9: 12
GAME: Schara rolls perception: (1)+11: 12 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/arcana: (11)+11: 22

Fidget is peering at the walls with a puzzled look on her face, "Weird, the walls are like...blocking my magical sense even more than normal stone." She's so intrigued by that, that it's a couple more seconds before she remembers to share the other important bit of info she noticed "Oh! Uhh... traps!" She warns the others. "Probably!" she wavers. "Looks like crossbow dents in the walls here. Maybe after we open the doors?" she ponders out loud. "Let's figure out where is safe to stand when we open the doors, lest we become porcu-goblins."

Warrick shakes his head, pushing his arm back against the pat to return it. "No, we need a quick escape. Fidget has a right idea. If the fort gets a bar, it's their bar, not ours." But up the stairs he goes with the others, putting himself to the front with his shield pressed tight against his form.

He looks down at Fidget with wide eyes, him ducking down and pulling his shield in. "Crossbow traps. I don't think any of us are good at disabling those? I agree with Fidget, find where they go. Perhaps lay prone. Or go down the stairs some." A beat. "I can open the door."

Schara joins the others upstairs, glancing back down the stairs and back to the door. Mostly preoccupied by considering what the note stated, and the unexplored door downstairs. "Trapped?" The Artificer wonders. "Did the guards put these here or, did the building, the person or thing melded with it do that? Just what was the purpose of this place? Regardless, if they have any control we should, keep out of the way."

GAME: Warrick rolls knowledge/military theory: (11)+7: 18

GAME: Simony casts Stone Shape. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16

Warrick looks at the holes in the wall, back down the stairs, back the holes. "... kill holes," he suddenly says, looking more defensive. "Defenses to repel invasion. The... corporal ran and go ta back full of bolts."

There's a quiet steadying of his breath. "Whatever we decide, we must figure soon. I am ready."

Tlanexhuani did not notice marks on the walls, or not that there were marks that had any meaning. As soon as traps are mentioned, he goes still and lets the experts look things over. Experts being most anyone not him. Then Warrick gives his assessment.

"If must gett arrow, this one would get from go in, not from run away. This one can guard self, others, if know where shoot from."

"Ooh, good eye, Figgy!", Simony says with a toothy grin. "Though uh, if you recall the poor guy downstairs... it might be aimed a bit too high to catch us." She looks to the others, "Do we risk it, trying to open the doors and duck to the side... or do we go see what the south door has, maybe the same, maybe not?"

She looks to Warrick. "Hang on a moment. Let me try something."

Her holy symbol glows as she works a spell, her right hand glowing brightly. Stepping forward, she places her glowing hand upon a stone. Concentrating, she pushes hard, the stone beginning to give way, becoming like clay as the Goblin pushes hard. Molding it patiently, she peers into the hole she's made. "Oh... a long hall way... looks like downstairs... door left and right, double doors at the end. Uh... maybe there's not a trap. Maybe the poor guardsman opened the door without warning, and his companions were on the other side and got spooked? Oooor... the woman's servants were waiting for him? Take a look if you want?"

The hall beyond is just as Simony described. Stone, whitewashed and unadorned, a long corridor leading towards another set of double doors. A door on either side of the hall. Thankfully, no bodies here, either.

Warrick looks back, forward, back, then to the door. "Yes, you're right. He was shot down. Perhaps defying orders? Mutiny?" He watches Simony. Head tilting behind the helmet. "... huh. Neat spell. Understood."

Seeing as the minor paranoia spell was over, Warrick makes a motion, one that he's used before before entering a room. "Stack up." <Merctalk>

He presses through, poised with shield in place with sword resting on his shoulder. Another motion, same thing as before, directed towards the leftmost door as he readies to enter.

GAME: Warrick rolls perception: (20)+5: 25

Warrick tenses. "Gurgling," he murmurs after listening quietly. Again. One bounce. Two. Three. Breach!

The door swings open easily as Warrick knocks it open, and the smell boils out. Like body odor fermented with a nice side of offal. And its source is clear: three horrible, misshapen lumps of flesh with vestigial, club-like arms on torsos melded into something like a cross between a slug and a man. Their faces like melted wax, as all three turn to -stare- at you. Beyond them, intriguingly, are a pair of glowing blue patterns inscribed on the floor.

Unfortunately you have no time to examine them at the moment...

GAME: Simony rolls weapon2+1: (2)+5+1: 8

When the door is thrust open, Simony is off like a shot. She's halfway to the first creature when the smell finally catches in her nose. "Huuuurrrrk!", she gags, her blow not mustering enough energy to do any significant damage. "Oh gods the smell... aaaaaaaaaaaaa."

GAME: Fidget casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 4 DC: 16
GAME: Fidget rolls ranged+1: (9)+6+1: 16
GAME: Fidget rolls 4d6: (15): 15

Darting through the door, Fidget yells out some arcane words and whips her finger through the air, drawing a swirling line of flame before snapping the fingertip towards one of the slugs and sending a trail of fire and smoke to and through one of the slugs, the smouldering hole billowing putrid steam out into the room. The goblin gags a little, she's smelled worse - but not often and not recently. She rummages around in her petticoats for something to stuff up her nostrils, or a vial of perfume or something.

GAME: Schara rolls knowledge/dungeoneering: (12)+6: 18
GAME: Schara activates her Titan Armor, gaining: +4 Dex
GAME: Schara rolls 1d20+3+6-2: (13)+3+6+-2: 20
GAME: Schara rolls 3d6+4: (13)+4: 17

Schara looks into the room, and thankfully they already had their arm set up and ready to go. The artificer readies the weapon, and sends a steam of fire off to one side, charring the central monstrosity badly. "I'm not sure what they are, but they were people, and something magical turned them into this." The artificer muses.

GAME: Warrick rolls knowledge/dungeoneering: (3)+7: 10
GAME: Warrick rolls weapon16+2+1: (4)+6+2+1: 13
GAME: Warrick rolls weapon16+2+1: (18)+6+2+1: 27
GAME: Warrick rolls damage 16: aliased to +2: (3)++2: 5
GAME: Warrick rolls damage16: aliased to 1d8+2: (3)+2: 5

Warrick is hit with a wave of stench, him gritting his teeth. The smaller folk get past him, pouring in. The abominations get him to shake his head, him ducking to the side to give Schara a clear shot in. "Let us end their suffering then," he says to her.

Shield and sword poised! "For Alexandros...!" he hisses, charging forward with his shield raised and slashing down with his sword, carving into it.

GAME: Tlanexhuani activates his Titan Armor, gaining: +4 Str
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls weapon3+1: (1)+9+1: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls weapon3+1: (5)+9+1: 15
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls damage3: aliased to 1d8+6: (8)+6: 14

Tlanexhuani does not rush in quite as rapidly as War Rick, but he is not far behind. A spark from his claws enlivens his bronze splint and helps him to shuffle briskly and draw his hammer on the way. Then the smell slaps him suddenly about the snout and shoulders. "Ahh! What is-" He nearly drops his hammer in shock, but manages to keep it in claw as he swings and ... *SPLUTS* the metal head into the... thing.

GAME: Warrick rolls will: (2)+3: 5
GAME: Schara rolls will: (20)+2: 22 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)
GAME: Fidget rolls will: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls will: (16)+3: 19
GAME: Simony rolls will: (15)+9: 24

GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (9)+6: 15
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (3)+6: 9

GAME: Simony rolls reflex: (5)+6: 11
GAME: Simony rolls reflex: (15)+6: 21
GAME: Telamon rolls 3d6: (11): 11

GAME: Telamon rolls 1d2: (1): 1
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (13)+6: 19
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d6+3+1d6+3: (1)+3+(2)+3: 9

The three horrific, sluglike creatures seem taken aback at the sudden assault. But then they start to moan, a terrible, pitiful sound that evokes feels of sadness and horror at these creatures' fates. One swings its arms at Tlan, but his armor deflects the blows, while Simony narrowly avoids the worst of another's acidic spew. The third rears back, and begins pummelling Warrick savagely, making gurgling sounds and wet hisses as it pounds on him.

GAME: Simony rolls weapon2+1: (15)+5+1: 21
GAME: Simony rolls damage2: aliased to 1d6+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Telamon advances the initiative order.

The Goblin whimpers in pain as the acid eats through the sleeve of her robes, and into her skin. Gritting her teeth, she swings her warhammer, thudding solidly into the creature. She begins to move around it, getting a little closer to Warrick. "Anyone know what these things are? Is there something that affects them really well... fire?"

GAME: Fidget casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 4 DC: 16
GAME: Fidget rolls ranged-1: (8)+6+-1: 13
GAME: Fidget rolls 4d6: (11): 11
GAME: Fidget rolls knowledge/dungeoneering: (19)+8: 27

Her attempt to find something to block her nose is disrupted when she is hit with another wave of nausea as the creatures start wailing in that awful tone. She shakes her head and grits her teeth, and sends another blast of flame at the nearest one, and the most injured, trying to kill it so it stops that horrible noise. But something is gnawing at her, a vague memory about that odd whistling noise one of them is making, and then it comes to her in a flash "Oh. Oh no. I think these things explode when they die. Don't get close to them when you're finishing one off!", she takes her own advice and takes a dash over into the other corner, far away from the monsters.

GAME: Schara rolls 1d20+9+1+1: (3)+9+1+1: 14
GAME: Schara rolls 3d6+4: (9)+4: 13

Schara takes aim at one again, but Fidget warns them just in time, and the artificer readjusts their aim upon ducking into the room, electing to instead aim at another once they shake off the noise. "They explode? Be careful! If we need, fall back to the door, and we can ensure only one is in range at a time."

GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls weapon3+1-1: (11)+9+1+-1: 20
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls damage3+1+2: aliased to 1d8+6+1+2: (4)+6+1+2: 13

"Explode?!" Tlanexhuani squeaks incredulously. And he thought they smelled bad on the outside! He doesn't want to smell the insides. On the other claw, they can't just let them continue to spew... whatever that was at Simony all over people. Or worse.

So he swings again, impacting the burnt and smooshed one yet again with more squishing.

GAME: Warrick rolls cmb-2: (6)+5+-2: 9

Warrick reels at the horrific sounds coming out the creature he just slashed, him suddenly ducking and covering his head with his shield. Those sounds, it made his stomach churn! "Reos's shitty scrap pile..!" he groans, his stance weak from the charge. But it was no use! The thing was smaller than he, and it slams into his torso!<Khazdul>

He refocuses, looking over at Fidget sharply. "They explo--" Another curse leave him as he shifts over. "Tlan! Get it!" he calls out. "Schara is right! Fall back!" His heater shield flies forward, trying to slam it back and away. But that sound. That horrible sound..!

The savaged creature bulges alarmingly as Tlan's hammer smacks into it, and then the whistling magnifies. It bulges, and then -explodes- in a messy spray of offal, fluids, and other unpleasant things.

GAME: Schara rolls fortitude: (15)+6: 21
GAME: Warrick rolls fortitude-2: (9)+5+-2: 12
GAME: Simony rolls fortitude: (1)+7: 8 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Fidget rolls fortitude-2: (15)+4+-2: 17
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls fort: (17)+7: 24
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d4: (1): 1

GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (20)+6: 26
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (7)+6: 13
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (19)+6: 25
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d6+3+1d6+3: (4)+3+(4)+3: 14
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (13)+6: 19
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (7)+6: 13

The two surviving horrors rally as their comrade explodes in a shower of rotting gore. One slams its arms into Simony repeatedly as the little goblin is half-incapacitated from the stench, while the other shuffles around to swing at Warrick -- fortunately, the fighter is able to get his sword up to block between his heaving.

The albino Goblin makes multiple sounds of pain as the creature batters her about, a half-stomach of ick left as a puddle on the floor. Holding her side with one hand, she crawls away from her attacker on her other hand and knees.

GAME: Fidget casts Burning Hands. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15
GAME: Fidget rolls 4d4: (14): 14
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20-1: (5)+-1: 4
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20-1: (11)+-1: 10

Seeing her fellow goblin taking a beating makes Fidget wince, she hesistates for a long moment while trying to figure out what she can do to help - she's pretty sure they're not about to explode, but they're also not about to die. And both options are bad! In a likely futile attempt to taunt the near-mindless creatures, she yells at them "You don't like fire much do you?!" and sends an extended wave of flame at them, yelling over the crackling of the flames, "Well, eat fire, shitbags! Try and stop me!". And then, she turns and dashes out the door so they can get funneled through the narrow doorway if that, or anyone else's plan, works.

GAME: Schara rolls 1d20+9+1+1: (5)+9+1+1: 16
GAME: Schara rolls 3d6+4: (14)+4: 18

Schara just barely manages to not lose her lunch, and the artificer looks to the others doing much less well. "I'm really sorry, I think the best course of action is to get rid of one of them so Simony can move freely and it would be bad if she got hit again." The artificer rambles. "If I stay out of range of the bursting, then I will be able to heal someone up after the fact so just be careful please." The artificer rambles, all the while lining up another shot that causes the monster to fizzle and pop with an unpleasant explosion of heated gases

GAME: Simony rolls fortitude: (12)+7: 19
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls fort: (4)+7: 11
GAME: Warrick rolls fortitude-2: (12)+5+-2: 15
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d4: (1): 1

"Fuck me--"

Warrick is showered in a spray of terrible viscera. Some gets in his helmet. There's hacking sounds, spittle coming from his helmet as his visor comes up, his pale face green as he gets rid of some of lunch. Almost losing his guard, he barely is able to deflect with his sword and shove back with his shield. He hears that familiar coil fire up.

He ducks low, covering his face with his shield as more offal covers his shield and armor. The once-guard tosses his longsword aside, yanking free one of the many daggers as he drives forward to shore up Simony. He gags.

Tlanexhuani was fortunate during the prior... rupturing that Warrick had attempted to push it aside and thus took the brunt of it. That doesn't mean it was pleasant. This, time, though, the makarai gets a snout- and nostril-full of... well, he tries not to think about it.

But it is hard to not think about something you can ...taste.

He is retching to try and get that taste out and clear his nostrils, but he doesn't wholly ignore the situation. He shables towards the remaining melting man to put himself between it and Simony, first, and the others beyond her.

GAME: Telamon rolls 1d2: (2): 2
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d2: (1): 1
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (20)+6: 26
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (12)+6: 18
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d20+6: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Telamon rolls 1d6+3: (3)+3: 6

The last standing monster makes a gurgling whining sound, as its kin are exploded so messily. A melted-looking fist slams into Warrick's chest, but the other swing goes wide, and a blank, bloodshot eye in its awful face blinks in confusion. Like it can't figure out what happened.

GAME: Simony spends ONE use of CHANNEL ENERGY.
GAME: Simony rolls 3d6: (16): 16

Simony has seldom had a worse day, and in the hectic moments before the stomach-churning feeling goes away, she tries to recall a worse day. It's there somewhere... "Guh..." The Gobbo inhales through her nose sharply, and then turns her head away to spit, with a gross amount of ick in it. She slowly stands on wobbly legs, her expression indicating she could still hurk at any moment.

"Nnn not sure if I'd rather them actually explode or more horrible stench.", she mutters. Gritting her teeth, her hand comes up to her neck, grasping at holy symbol. Invoking the will of her god, she implores Navos to sooth her companion's hurts. From her, a glow flows outward, studiously avoiding the remaining gunk monster, while sinking into the others around her. Pain begins to subside, and wounds begin to close up, for many smaller hurts, not even a mark will be left behind.

Fidget peeks inside the room, ugh, that's horrific, but she's got an attack that can attack from a little further away, so she volunteers to help take the last one down. "Weaken it and then try to get out, and I'll finish it from range." she says, holding her scarf over her face with one hand as she steps into the room, leaving the way out clear,

GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls weapon3+1-1: (8)+9+1+-1: 17
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls damage3+2+1: aliased to 1d8+6+2+1: (2)+6+2+1: 11

Tlanexhuani finally manages to dislodge the foul... stuff (along with most of his recent meal). There is still one left. "Be ready!" he warns as he brings his hammer up for an overhead downward strike. Swinging to either side might splatter more on his allies.

It seemed like a good idea at the moment?

...and then it explodes.

GAME: Warrick rolls fortitude-2: (13)+5+-2: 16
GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls fort: (4)+7: 11
GAME: Fidget rolls fortitude+1: (20)+4+1: 25 (CRITICAL SUCCESS)
GAME: Simony rolls fortitude: (13)+7: 20

GAME: Telamon rolls 1d4: (4): 4

There's another ungodly sound like a wet sneeze, magnified by a hundred. Another rain of horrid... material landing on most of the party (Schara is wisely standing outside). The stink is atrocious. But... victory. Interestingly, the magical glyphs inscribed in the corners don't have a scrap of... stuff on them, like they were repelled. Curious indeed.

And then the voice rings through the room. "Look at you, adventurers. Pathetic creatures of meat and bone. Panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?"

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Whiteout: /* June */

A Curse Denied

2023-04-07T01:32:44Z

Whiteout: Created page with "It's not been an easy several days. First getting beat up and cursed by a deranged werewolf suitor, then having to stage a raid into Hell to retrieve a friend's lover. Telamon is distinctly feeling... wrung out. All he wants to do is relax. But there's work to be done. He walks steadily up the steps to the porch of Verna and Auranar's home -- despite Aura's current absence it's still her place. Then he takes a deep breath, standing on the porch, and knocks on the door...."

It's not been an easy several days. First getting beat up and cursed by a deranged werewolf suitor, then having to stage a raid into Hell to retrieve a friend's lover. Telamon is distinctly feeling... wrung out. All he wants to do is relax.

But there's work to be done. He walks steadily up the steps to the porch of Verna and Auranar's home -- despite Aura's current absence it's still her place. Then he takes a deep breath, standing on the porch, and knocks on the door. Three times: past, present, future, as is his habit. "She's supposed to be home," he mutters to himself absently.

It's not been an easy several days. First getting beat up and cursed by a deranged werewolf suitor, then racing to Quelynos to cure Grandfather's illness, then having to stage a raid into Hell to retrieve a friend's lover. Telamon is distinctly feeling... wrung out. All he wants to do is relax.

But there's work to be done. He walks steadily up the steps to the porch of Verna and Auranar's home -- despite Aura's current absence it's still her place. Then he takes a deep breath, standing on the porch, and knocks on the door. Three times: past, present, future, as is his habit. "She's supposed to be home," he mutters to himself absently.

The delay is brief before the door opens. There is no cautious peering: Telamon may be expected, his arrival already known, or perhaps some are merely less paranoid at present. 'Some' being Verna, who opens the door. "Telamon," she greets and acknowledges, "welcome." She subsequently steps back and gestures for entry. Within, the hearth provides some warmth and light, the latter in addition to the mana lamps.

Telamon steps inside, shutting the door... but then he firmly steps over and wraps his arms around Verna for a hug. "Hey there, sis," he offers with a small smile. There's some dark circles under his eyes, the signs of a man not sleeping as well as he should. Once the hug's done, he lets her go to look Verna over. "Lana told me everything," he says quite firmly. "I... wish I'd been more help to Aura, to teach her more."

Verna does not retreat from nor avoid the embrace, but neither does she actively return it. Afterwards, she returns his greeting with "Greetings, brother. I expect there to be many actions many would prefer were taken, not taken, or enacted differently, in retrospect. Such desires do no alter the past, however. We can only tend to the present, and by it, the future."

One gloved hand gestures to the couch, from which the center table was moved somewhat to provide additional space. "Please, make yourself confortable. I expect that, successful or not, this shall not require long and will not involve any discomfort. That said, my expectations may be disproven."

Telamon nods. He tilts his head at Verna, and offers a smile. "Once we're done here -- successful or otherwise -- I would like to talk to you a bit. About what you might do." He removes his boots and cloak, before walking forward and settling on the couch. Then he looks around. "Ah... where is Hunter? We probably wouldn't want him hopping around while you work."

"He is upstairs, in o-the bedchambers," Verna advises as she moves a chair between table and couch near Telamon. "I misproportioned the meal I prepared earlier and he was most content to ensure the remainder did not go to waste. He was deeply slumbering when you arrived, yet I closed the door as a precaution. He shall not interrupt."

She adjusts a few items on the table, making a glancing review of parchment and tome before looking back to him. "I am available for conversation afterwards, of course. Before we begin, do you have any information or insight concerning your receipt of this curse? Such may be useful in its removal."

Telamon doesn't miss the tiny slip, but his face gives nothing away. "That's good that he's tucked away. I have nothing against the fellow, but when you're working with magic, it's best not to have distractions."

At Verna's inquiry, his expression tightens. "He forced me to drink a potion of some kind. Foul tasting. There was a hair on my lip at the end -- hence why I initially thought it was an attempt to curse me with lycanthropy." He rakes a hand through his hair. "It was probably one of Lana's hairs, though gods only know how he got it. But that would've been useful for what he did."

Verna nods once at the first comment, then again after his recounting of events. "Had the curse been lycanthropy, and you had not suspected as much, it might have gone undetected for some time. In many aspects, the affliction is far more insidious than its conspicuous physical effects. Conversely, the one received is assuredly most spiteful and cruel. Let us attempt to remedy that."

She does not delay further, hand lifting to The Scales at her neck. "Harpist, with Your servant as conduit, may Your True Judgment deem this one unjustly and falsely judged, and Your power remove the invalid punishment afflicted upon him." Verna learns forward, placing her other hand upon Telmamon's arm.

Telamon can't hold back a tiny bit of bitterness. "He hated me at the end. I... didn't just take Lana away, but I also took away the illusion he had. I... think I made him realize he had to be the one to change, and he didn't want to. And so he just... lost all hope." There's sadness in his voice -- perhaps some pity for Zalgiman, even now.

He closes his eyes as Verna invokes the Harpist, and Tel can't hope but silently whisper a prayer to Ni'essa as well. And... perhaps that makes all the difference. This feels different from when Zeke attempted it -- a lurch, like something has pulled loose. Telamon opens his eyes again, shining up at Verna -- and then they widen. He makes a gagging sound, slapping his hand over his mouth. He leaps off the sofa, but he can only take a few steps before falling to his knees.

What happens next, well, in the overall scheme of things it's a -good- sign. He did say he'd been force-fed a potion -- and the potion is now being rejected. Forcefully. He vomits, and it's not food, or drink, or bile, but a black, tarry ooze, that stinks of evil magic, spattering on the stone floor.

Some reaction on Telamon's part was certainly possible, if not explicitly expected. This particular reaction... well, yes, in retrospect, it is appropriate to the delivery. At the moment it occurs, however, Verna is promptly off the chair and on her feet. One step to Telamon, though, and she pauses as the black viscous fluid is regurgitated. It is not just that it is a vile sight. It is a vile sight that she has witnessed before, albeit in different context and possibly slightly different fashion.

Gloved hands lift again as she eyes the splatter upon the floor and she remains at the ready. This may not be yet completed... or she may merely be paranoid.

Telamon retches several times, until nothing comes up, and he manages to push himself away from the nasty black... substance. Flopping onto his back, he roughly wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic, before sucking in a breath. "Figures," he pants. "I... ugh. What... was that the -curse-?" He pushes himself up, before reaching into his haversack and pulling out a flask. Uncapping it, he takes a swig, before continuing, "Gods. I... yeah, that makes sense, doesn't it? And I'll take it. Fair trade for getting this curse out of me."

The black ooze burbles a bit, but is then still. A residue of hatred and malice. A curse denied.

Verna is already gesturing and incanting in Mynsandraal. As Telamon steps back, she looses any magic remaining in the ooze: burble or no burble. No presumptions made, no quarter given. She will deny it as many times as she deems necessary. She then watches it intently for several long moments in silence before finally sparing attention to Telamon.

"It is highly likely that, yes, the power of the curse remained in that form within you. This is not the first time I have witnessed something of this nature." Which may explain her caution and vehemence.

GAME: Verna casts Dispel Magic. Caster Level: 19 DC: 20

Telamon takes another pull from the flask, mostly to clear the foul taste from his mouth. Finally his brain catches up, and he winces. "...Sorry about the mess. I... can clean it up, if you want." He squints at the slime as Verna whacks it with a dispelling. "...I hope it didn't etch the floor."

Tel clambers slowly to his feet, and tilts his head at Verna. "You've seen something like this? Damn... you're ahead of me then, sister, because I'd have been confused just watching it."

"It resembled that," Verna notes with a gesture to the slime, "in appearance, yet it was a nearly-sentient form of vile magic. In some aspects, a curse; in others, a disease. Yet it was neither. It reacted dangerously to magic; further harming the afflcited, replicating and spreading to others, and worse. It became a plague that consumed a great many in the city and beyond. If this was such..." she makes another long observation, "it is now inert."

She moves to reseat herself, now, seeming content. "While only Cor'lana can confirm your freedom from the curse, I am confident that it was expelled." As they both just witnessed a rather conspicuous expectoration. "What further did you wish to discuss?"

Telamon shudders at Verna's description. "Gods." He looks down at the very inert slime again, and actually shuffles a step away from it. "Yeah, we'll need to test it, but... when Zeke tried to dispel the curse, that definitely didn't happen. I... have faith in you."

At the prospect of other discussion, Tel inwardly sighs, but takes a seat on the couch again. "Something Auranar and I talked about was her frustration with herself. She always thought of herself as... a hindrance." He raises his hand. "Yes, I know. I didn't see her that way, and I know you didn't. But... she was convinced of it. That's why she went to Quelynos, to study with Grandfather." He pauses. "I might have... counseled some thought about the pact. But my own past tends to make me leery of such deals, even with a relatively benign power."

Verna dips her head in a nod of acknowledgement. "We spoke of that frustration on several occassions, to include our last conversation. She was adamant in her self-doubt and concerns, regardless of statements to the contrary. I do not fault her for her worries. There are some truths that must be discovered by one's self to be accepted as such."

She turns in the chair to focus upon the materials upon the table: organization of those yet needed and stowage of those no longer required. "You counseled and trained her a great deal, in many ways that I could not. I believe she is most grateful for that, as am I. Now, Grandfather graciously offered to do so, and I expect her knowledge and abilities shall further grow. With that, perhaps, so too shall her confidence. Any direct power he grants her shall only increase that further. As a whole, I view all of this as great benefit to her."

"Still, separation is... never pleasant." Telamon says quietly. Then he adds, "But as much as there is to do here... you should consider visiting her." He regards Verna with those calm starry eyes. "I mean, you're definitely a more powerful spellslinger than me, and I can get there. Granted, I have to cheat a bit. And Lana is coming along nicely too."

He rubs his chin. "Remember what we discussed, back when you and Aura were about to get hitched. You can't keep putting things off just because 'something else came up'. You'll never actually -do- them otherwise." He smiles warmly at Verna. "You don't need to pack and go tomorrow. But I think we should check in, make sure Grandfather's fully recovered, after a few days."

Verna is in the midst of closing a tome as Telamon speaks. She pauses to listen, despite facing elsewhere, and then closes the tome after. Firmly. "No."

She now turns in the chair to face him again. "She chose to do this herself, for herself. I will not steal that from her. There are others who can aid her where I cannot, and I will not deny her that. She believes herself a hindrance, a distraction to us over more important tasks. I assured her that such was not so, and I will not renege upon that."

Verna pauses a moment before adding. "You are correct in that I should not delay vital tasks when something else occurs, and I intend to abide that wisdom. My focus is upon the lycanthropse, the portal, and facilitating the Red Maw's destruction. It will not be ... 'put off' due to this 'something else coming up.'

Telamon takes a deep breath, but simply rises from the couch, and walks over to Verna... placing a hand on her shoulder. "Alright," he says gently. "I don't totally agree... but you're not wrong, either." He smiles at Verna. "And Auranar does need time. Time to learn, to train, to grow as much as she can." Tel's shoulder slump a bit. "I wish I could've given her more, but... the talent isn't like wizardry. It has to be applied, again and again, like artwork."

Tel lifts his head. "Thank you, Verna. For removing the curse, for letting Lana and I be whole again. However..." and his eyes twinkle, "...I think you should be thanked properly. Will you come by our house tomorrow evening for dinner? I promise not to keep you overlong... but it's good to be around family."

Verna looks up to him as he steps to her. She is seated, yet even when standing he is head and shoulders above. "I am as fallible as any other, Telamon. I may be correct in one instance, incorrect in another, or median in a third. Respecting her wishes, regardless of my opinions concerning them, is the most appropriate path." One that she is wholly accepting and comfortable with, surely, if her flat neutral tone and unexpressive countenance are any indications.

Her eyes lower as she considers the invitation. "I expect that I shall be available on the morrow's eve and it would be agreeable." Her eyes and chin lift again and she nods.

"Me too, Verna." Telamon comments wryly. "But then, I guess that's part of being a person. Trial, error, and correction." When Verna agrees, his eyes light up. "Excellent."

He turns to where the slime still adheres to the floor, and irritably gestures a cantrip to wipe the stuff away, now that it's inert. "It's this way or I demand you show me where the mop is," he quips. Once the sludge is disposed of, the floor clean again, he leans down and kisses Verna's cheek. "We'll see you before sundown."

Verna considers correcting or intervening when Telamon uses a cantrip to cleanse the floor... yet the lack of reaction from the slime has her leave it be. If it were to react, it would have, and what was before is not what that is, now. It only appeared that way.

She is exhaling a breath, perhaps in relief, eyes drifting back to the table, when her cheek is suddenly kissed. Her eyes widen in surprise, and then close. She turns her head away, with sudden interest in ... the cupboard(?) as a tear starts to journey from at least one closed lid down her cheek. There is a moment of silence before she bids him farewell in a broken, not-as-neutral voice, "I bid you safe journey, Telamon."

Telamon gives her shoulder another gentle squeeze. "See you tomorrow night, Verna." Warmth, and reassurance. Yes, things have changed, will continue to change. But the family is still there. And she will always be welcome in that happy little home in the University District. "Let me know if you need any supplies. There's still work to be done."

As Tel collects his cloak and boots, he adds, "But the work is always easier when you've got family to help out." And with that, he slips out the door.

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2023-04-07T01:31:58Z

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With Fiends Like These...

2023-03-20T01:34:08Z

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It is another fair day, where spring is in the air and yet falling water is not. Taking advantage of the weather, or merely grateful for it, Verna is outside of her residence. While she is reading, she is not seated on the portico nor casually browsing. Instead, she is moving slowly about the exterior and examining sigils upon it, looking to the tome hovering at hand for reference, and making corrections or touch ups as she deems necessary.

Nothing is remiss. The wind is light. The temperature fair. The tumbling of rocks...-

The tumbling of rocks? Over the edge of the Mountain Road, there comes the sound of someone huffing, and a few rocks shifting. A grey, scarred hand reaches up to the ledge. Grab. Another. Grab.

A mul'neissa woman's face pops up, silver framed shades slightly askew on her sweaty face. She blinks. Then waves to Verna, giving a little whistle to announce her presence.

Another trip down down the mountain road, and another pleasant day, for the most part. Schara, back in her bronze armor as was often the case, they were taking their time heading down the path. That is until they saw a mul'niessa climbing up and over the the edge of the mountain, which hastened their pace until they were nearby.

"Could you please explain what you are doing here, and quickly?" The artificer asks, looking at them, and back over to where Verna was working.

Verna is unaware of hands nor shaded eyes nor even Schara's approach... until the whistle and questions. Both startle her somewhat, and she steps promptly around the house, leaving the tome to hover as she to investigates. "Schara. Aryia." Both are recognized and the sounds parsed in that context. "Schara, all is well. Aryia is a friend, if not more." To Aryia, she adds, "I expect no offense was intended. Matters are rather tense at present, in light of prior unexpected visitors."

The mul'neissa pauses in pulling themselves up, her staring at Schara. She huffs out of her nose and clambers on up and steps past Schara, pointedly ignoring the question. Only to be stymied by Verna's approach. The shadow elf doffs her jacket, her airing it out by whipping it beside her. Face and bare arms covered in sweat.

Though, Verna's mention makes her brows shoot up, and she tilts her head to the side. She rolls a hand, as if requesting further elaboration.

The attempt to step past was blocked by the artificer stepping back in front of her. "If you will not explain yourself or what you are doing here, then I must ask you to leave, or I will have to make you do so by force." The artificer answers, lacking any manner of confidence to follow up on their warning. It was easy enough for Verna's explanation to make the elf sigh and step off to the side. "The last mul'niessa who was being so forceful threw Verna's wife off a cliff."

Verna exhales a long breath through a frown, dipping her head in a nod as she moves nearer the two. "Yes. All are well and fine," she notes for Aryia's benefit, "but we are understandibly wary. In hindsight, he may only have worn the guise of a mul'niessa, as it revealed itself to be an insectoid demon." She pauses to lift a hand to the residence. "Thus I am adding additional wards. As well, I expect that it is in league with my mother."

The mul is blocked by Schara. Her head tilts up to stare at them, eyes behind the shades shining bright. She throws her jacket over she shoulder, taut and muscular arms flexing from the motion. "By force? I'd /love/ to see you fucking try," she gestures vulgarly. Even if her motions weren't understood, the gist was easily picked up on.

But the light, fun challenge is dashed at that information. Her expression shifts to a deadly focus. "Mul'neissa man? Insectoid demon? They were HERE?! Details now!" she gestures rapidly, ripping out a journal from her jacket and opening it to a blank page. <Handspeech/Tongues>

The artificer had already backed down and away, and Schara just sighs. "I would rather not try if I do not have to, just for the enjoyment of someone else, but I would. It is not like I am not already dead to begin with at this point."

The change in demeanor makes the artificer pause again, and the artificer stops and tilts her head. "Why should I trust you with that information?" They ask.

Verna blinks. Twice. First at Aryia's piqued interest. Her frown deepens. "Dolan appeared familiar with this fiend, as well. I presume that this is not the first time it has made its presence known?" The second is at the armored one. "Schara, you are most certainly not in The Harpist's Hall now, nor would I expect you to be in the forseeable future. Is something amiss?" She looks between the two, suddenly aware that she may be lacking a great deal of information.

Aryia blinks at the bronze clad figure. "Sounds like you've given up before you've even tried. The fact that you have the courage to be not trust Seldan and call him in out the in middle of his own church is the only reason why I haven't bashed your mouthpiece in."

She smooths her hair back, and tunrs to Verna. She blinks, then snaps her fingers. "Hey hey hey. Fucking focus here. That piece of shit demon has my sister's partner, and has been torturing him for fuck knows how long. If it was HERE that means you two have information that is CRITCIAL. Talk." <Handspeech/Tongues>

Schara shakes her head once, and takes a step back. "It's only a matter of time at this point, what with the fact one of them nearly killed me barely trying." The artificer huffs. "If I pay them I fund whatever atrocities they plan, if I don't, they tear off my legs or kill me. Given recent experiences, I don't believe that is giving up without trying. And thank you for not smashing my head in for wanting to know what was necessary not to get countless other people killed?" They continue, before another sigh as they collect themself. "Some devil calling themselves Daechir Calithailin showed up here and was trying to force Verna into marrying them. When she refused, they entered her home and tried to kill Auranar."

Yes, there are obviously a number of things of which Verna is unaware of. She blinks again, looking between them, yet nods at Schara's description of events. "The fiend addressed me with a name I do not use, and claimed the desired union was agreed by both houses. This all but guarantees that my mother is involved; she is rather intent on my returning to Charn, which I shall not do. It threated Aura to coerce me, then sought to make good on its threats. Yet this fiend is obviously involved and interested in far more than just myself from what you say. Dolan was also familiar with the fiend in some manner."

She then looks to Schara. "Who seeks funds from you? The same fiend? Do you know why? If these events are indeed inter-related, any information is valuable to us all."

Aryia blinks at Schara. "You attempted to fight it and lived? Shit. Alright, I can give you some credit there." But her features sharpen. "That is not Daechir. He has been missing for some weeks now."

She listens to Verna, scribbling some notes down as a grey air flicks and twitches. "Which is weird as shit, because Daechir- the real one- is my sister's partner. So it sounds as if your mother may be involved in our shit too. Dolan..." she ponders. "Ah. The guy missing an eye. He knows more? Listen-" <Handspeech/Tongues>

She looks to Schara, stares at them HARD. Then hands over the journal she's been writing in.

Written in a flowing script, it reads: 'Say no names aloud. Write down what may be critical: names, places. If you don't want countless others killed, myself and others are doing what needs to be done.'

The mute holds out a pen and journal, her lips pressed into a firm, thin line.

"Yes, I owe them funds. Or rather, I owe them funds because they purchased my debts from someone else." The artificer answers. They stare at the book for some time, until finally they take it and scribble down some information into it. A process that took some time in spite of the speed before they finally hand it back.

Dolan, the man missing an eye recognized the creature that was looking like Daechir and referred to them as Jal'goroth. The form they took was seen by me before, it is either the same fiend or another using the same appearance knowing they can do so. On the twenty-seventh day of Pryntar myself and others were investigating a criminal who had become active suddenly who had the same appearance and referred to themselves as Mortin, but they were also using false names at the time to throw off others. The entire investigation was already alerted to them, or planned by them, and they likely were giving us false information to begin with which doesn't change the fact they transformed a gnome named Jiddess into a mouse and did something with them. All of this took place in an abandoned building by the docks, underneath it.

"She came to Auranar's defense," Verna notes for Aryia whilst yet looking to Schara, "for which I am most grateful." She then nods to Aryia's question after she goes quiet and hands the book to Schara. A moment passes before Verna gets some inkling as to the intent, commenting, "Prudent..." She does not attempt to read over any shoulders as Schara writes, though does give Aryia a sympathetic look. If this man, the real one, is in the fiend's clutches, she can only imagine the strife for all involved.

Aryia sighs in relief that the bronze-clad figure writes down things for the mute. She takes the journal back. "If you came to Auranar's defense, then you're good in my book. Even if you're dense as fuck."

She glances down at the written words. Freezes. Then the journal slaps shut and is promptly shoved into a pocket on the jacket and buttoned closed. Donning the article and buckling it shut, she strides right up to Schara. And gestures briskly in small motions. "If anyone fucks with you, you find me. I owe you. Thank you."

The mute steps back towards the cliff face, her cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders. She Inhales deeply. Then breathes Out slowly. Glimmering lines of energy trace across her skin and vanish under clothes. She looks to Verna.

A recognizable expression. One of the scent of victory. "Later sister," she motions in goodbye before Aryia takes off in a blur, a cloud of dust left behind as she leaps fearlessly off the Mountain Road to Alexandria below. <Handspeech/Tongues>

"Of course I did. It was the right thing to do, but I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want anyone to be in a situation like that if I can help it. And I don't know what comparing density to that even means but, no." The artificer notes quietly while Aryia scans through all the information given.

But then Schara freezes up as Aryia departs. "No, nothing like that, I won't allow that. It will not ever happen." They continue to theirself, only to blink when they realize the monk was gone. "Oh. I guess she got what she needed then." They sigh.

Verna blinks yet again at Aryia's farewell; not that it is one, but both the verbiage and the manner. Hmm, perhaps moreso the verbiage. She lifts a hand to bid a return farewell, yet the mul'niessa has already lept. She exhales a soft breath of her own, now.

"From what she conveyed, Schara, it may well simply be a matter of urgency. She was obviously grateful for your efforts and information." She takes a moment to glance about, perhaps checking for other unexpected visitors. "I presume that you wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, she probably has to go somewhere else. It was just sudden and I don't particularly understand her." The artificer sighs. "I guess I did help, somehow."

They stand a bit akwardly nearby, before nodding once. "Yes, I wished to talk to you, but it ended up bein unnecessary, Verna. And I have to apologize because in spite of my efforts, there is a part of my thinking and me that is glad you were dealing with those fiends." They answer, letting their head hang. "I was looking for you because I felt it necessary to let you know how I could not be your friend due to various reasons and other lies, because I didn't want you being hurt by the things that seem intent on either exploiting my gold or harming me. And now I feel bad it isn't necessary, because I don't wish such troubles on you whatsoever, Verna."

Verna blinks at the revelation (for the umpteenth time this day). After a moment, her expression softens. "Conversation is rarely unecessary. Moreso, you need not apologize, especially for the actions of fiends. Their machinations can be far-reaching and their talents at manipulation are without equal. As well, your concern for myself, and others, was well-placed. Yet such should not drive any of us apart. We are, all of us, strongest when acting in accord. Our foes know this and would strive to mislead and divide us."

"I cannot, nor would not, fault you for excluding others for their own safety. I have done the same, Schara. Thus I learned such did not prove as beneficial as I intended. If the three of us had not shared, just now, as we did, we would have continued to carry and tend to our own concerns, unaware that they were related."

"I'm sorry still. Especially if them causing trouble for you is my fault." The artificer answers with another long shake of her head as she wanders over to the house nearby. Looking at least for somewhere she could sit down. "And that's all good, but those things are dangerous, and I really can't do much against them. So if I can't deal with them, that means that I'm either a liability or just useless. And now Aryia may do something dangerous and get hurt and that will be my fault. Even if it is related, I don't know what I can actually do about it."

Verna follows Schara's gaze and then follows her steps back towards the house, gesturing to the chairs on the portico. "Apologizes. Please, make yourself more comfortable." She considers the other's comments a moment. "Aryia faces that particular fiend for her own reasons. I expect that said creature has existed far longer than any of us. You are not responsible for its actions, regardless of what it seeks you for." She then looks to Schara, brow lifting. "Unless you specifically summoned the fiend, directed it to take the man Aryia mentioned was taken? Did you command it to come here, seeking marriage?"

A pause before she adds, "I expect that you did none of these. Therefor, you are not responsible. As to acting against it... yes, it is powerful. I was no more able to banish it that you were able to subdue it. That does not imply there is naught we can do."

Schara wanders over to one of the chairs, and sits down gently to make sure all the excess armor did not cause any problems. "No, they didn't do that because of me, but it's my fault if they hurt anyone I know because of connection to me." The elf sighs. "And I'm not you, I'm not Aryia or Aya or Seldan or so many people I know that seem connected to everything going on. And my friends aren't as strong either, at least not physically or in combat."

"I just asked Warrick to be my friend, and now he's at risk because of that potentially, Or Slixvah or Patch." She continues with a small shake of her head. "Cinny already lost her mother, what if her father died too, and it was my fault? Or Slixvah or Patch, or both of them? It just makes sense, I'd rather be alone by choice than because of my own fault, even if both are not great options."

Verna settles herself into the other chair, only now calling the hovering tome to her. Rather, to the table where it settles. "Schara, there will always be threats to others, to yourself, regardless. Would evil and unscrupulous foes seek to use those you care for as a tool to manipulate you? Certainly. Does isolating yourself make you immune? Certainly not. Do you believe that I do not worry for Auranar every moment? Powerful forces have hunted me, and currently do so, even before this latest fiend. I put her at risk merely by her proximity and relations to myself. I ventured, for a time, to see her protected at all times: to the point that I offended her, caused her to doubt her own abilities and competency. None of that was my intent. Still, I would not exchange all else that we share solely to be rid of worry for her."

She pauses and her lips curl into a slender smile. "Nor would she. Likewise, the same people you hold concerns for hold the same for you, I expect. I know that I do so. As well, it is not a matter of knowledge, skills, talents. Auranar considers my knowledge of magic far more extensive than her own, yet her insight, empathy, caring, and even direct action have rescued me far more often than any spell of mine has protected her."

Schara sits on Verna's words, listening, for some time. It was almost as if they had fallen asleep perhaps, but finally they turned and nodded once. "That makes sense I guess, and I don't know, of course you deserve to be happy too. But I just feel selfish, miss Verna. I've had to live for so many years relying on others, and when I finally get a chance to go out and live for myself, something like this ends up happening? I know that living isn't fair but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about that fact."

"You're right, though, there's more to this than just fighting, Verna, and there probably is something I can do, but I just hope it's enough."

Verna nods. "I would urge you to live for yourself, and I would presume that would involve including others. If one chooses their based upon concerns or fears, would that truly be living for one's self? I do not believe it is, and now strive, myself, to live as I wish rather than be so heavily restricted by other concerns."

"Well, I don't know. As much as I'd like that, I know that I would feel awful if my presence caused harm to others. The way you look at it does make sense, but It would take time for me to accept that myself." The artificer sighs. "It's a lot to think about, but at least I know that there are people I can still talk to. Thank you, and I've probably taken up enough of your time for two days. I should get going to make sure I can get back to my inn room before it's too late. I hope you and Auranar can have a good day, at least."

"If you were wholly unconcerned of others," Verna notes, "I would be concerned of you. You have my thanks, and your conversation and company are always welcome. I am pleased if my offerings gave you any insight. Ultimately, you are the one who decides what is best for yourself, of course." She then rises out of politeness as Schara seems intent to excuse herself. "May your travel and day be well."

"Of course it did, you're easy to talk to and your reasoning makes a lot of sense, and it helps to make sense of things with an outside viewpoint to provide another point of reference." The elf nods as they leave their seat and turn to the road. "I can at least hope it will be, it may not be, but at least there's some hope there, and it won't change things if it does go well." They muse, before bowing their head to the mourner, and starting off back towards Alexandria proper.

With Fiends Like These...

2023-03-20T01:33:47Z

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It is another fair day, where spring is in the air and yet falling water is not. Taking advantage of the weather, or merely grateful for it, Verna is outside of her residence. While she is reading, she is not seated on the portico nor casually browsing. Instead, she is moving slowly about the exterior and examining sigils upon it, looking to the tome hovering at hand for reference, and making corrections or touch ups as she deems necessary.

Nothing is remiss. The wind is light. The temperature fair. The tumbling of rocks...-

The tumbling of rocks? Over the edge of the Mountain Road, there comes the sound of someone huffing, and a few rocks shifting. A grey, scarred hand reaches up to the ledge. Grab. Another. Grab.

A mul'neissa woman's face pops up, silver framed shades slightly askew on her sweaty face. She blinks. Then waves to Verna, giving a little whistle to announce her presence.

Another trip down down the mountain road, and another pleasant day, for the most part. Schara, back in her bronze armor as was often the case, they were taking their time heading down the path. That is until they saw a mul'niessa climbing up and over the the edge of the mountain, which hastened their pace until they were nearby.

"Could you please explain what you are doing here, and quickly?" The artificer asks, looking at them, and back over to where Verna was working.

Verna is unaware of hands nor shaded eyes nor even Schara's approach... until the whistle and questions. Both startle her somewhat, and she steps promptly around the house, leaving the tome to hover as she to investigates. "Schara. Aryia." Both are recognized and the sounds parsed in that context. "Schara, all is well. Aryia is a friend, if not more." To Aryia, she adds, "I expect no offense was intended. Matters are rather tense at present, in light of prior unexpected visitors."

The mul'neissa pauses in pulling themselves up, her staring at Schara. She huffs out of her nose and clambers on up and steps past Schara, pointedly ignoring the question. Only to be stymied by Verna's approach. The shadow elf doffs her jacket, her airing it out by whipping it beside her. Face and bare arms covered in sweat.

Though, Verna's mention makes her brows shoot up, and she tilts her head to the side. She rolls a hand, as if requesting further elaboration.

The attempt to step past was blocked by the artificer stepping back in front of her. "If you will not explain yourself or what you are doing here, then I must ask you to leave, or I will have to make you do so by force." The artificer answers, lacking any manner of confidence to follow up on their warning. It was easy enough for Verna's explanation to make the elf sigh and step off to the side. "The last mul'niessa who was being so forceful threw Verna's wife off a cliff."

Verna exhales a long breath through a frown, dipping her head in a nod as she moves nearer the two. "Yes. All are well and fine," she notes for Aryia's benefit, "but we are understandibly wary. In hindsight, he may only have worn the guise of a mul'niessa, as it revealed itself to be an insectoid demon." She pauses to lift a hand to the residence. "Thus I am adding additional wards. As well, I expect that it is in league with my mother."

The mul is blocked by Schara. Her head tilts up to stare at them, eyes behind the shades shining bright. She throws her jacket over she shoulder, taut and muscular arms flexing from the motion. "By force? I'd /love/ to see you fucking try," she gestures vulgarly. Even if her motions weren't understood, the gist was easily picked up on.

But the light, fun challenge is dashed at that information. Her expression shifts to a deadly focus. "Mul'neissa man? Insectoid demon? They were HERE?! Details now!" she gestures rapidly, ripping out a journal from her jacket and opening it to a blank page. <Handspeech/Tongues>

The artificer had already backed down and away, and Schara just sighs. "I would rather not try if I do not have to, just for the enjoyment of someone else, but I would. It is not like I am not already dead to begin with at this point."

The change in demeanor makes the artificer pause again, and the artificer stops and tilts her head. "Why should I trust you with that information?" They ask.

Verna blinks. Twice. First at Aryia's piqued interest. Her frown deepens. "Dolan appeared familiar with this fiend, as well. I presume that this is not the first time it has made its presence known?" The second is at the armored one. "Schara, you are most certainly not in The Harpist's Hall now, nor would I expect you to be in the forseeable future. Is something amiss?" She looks between the two, suddenly aware that she may be lacking a great deal of information.

Aryia blinks at the bronze clad figure. "Sounds like you've given up before you've even tried. The fact that you have the courage to be not trust Seldan and call him in out the in middle of his own church is the only reason why I haven't bashed your mouthpiece in."

She smooths her hair back, and tunrs to Verna. She blinks, then snaps her fingers. "Hey hey hey. Fucking focus here. That piece of shit demon has my sister's partner, and has been torturing him for fuck knows how long. If it was HERE that means you two have information that is CRITCIAL. Talk." <Handspeech/Tongues>

Schara shakes her head once, and takes a step back. "It's only a matter of time at this point, what with the fact one of them nearly killed me barely trying." The artificer huffs. "If I pay them I fund whatever atrocities they plan, if I don't, they tear off my legs or kill me. Given recent experiences, I don't believe that is giving up without trying. And thank you for not smashing my head in for wanting to know what was necessary not to get countless other people killed?" They continue, before another sigh as they collect themself. "Some devil calling themselves Daechir Calithailin showed up here and was trying to force Verna into marrying them. When she refused, they entered her home and tried to kill Auranar."

Yes, there are obviously a number of things of which Verna is unaware of. She blinks again, looking between them, yet nods at Schara's description of events. "The fiend addressed me with a name I do not use, and claimed the desired union was agreed by both houses. This all but guarantees that my mother is involved; she is rather intent on my returning to Charn, which I shall not do. It threated Aura to coerce me, then sought to make good on its threats. Yet this fiend is obviously involved and interested in far more than just myself from what you say. Dolan was also familiar with the fiend in some manner."

She then looks to Schara. "Who seeks funds from you? The same fiend? Do you know why? If these events are indeed inter-related, any information is valuable to us all."

Aryia blinks at Schara. "You attempted to fight it and lived? Shit. Alright, I can give you some credit there." But her features sharpen. "That is not Daechir. He has been missing for some weeks now."

She listens to Verna, scribbling some notes down as a grey air flicks and twitches. "Which is weird as shit, because Daechir- the real one- is my sister's partner. So it sounds as if your mother may be involved in our shit too. Dolan..." she ponders. "Ah. The guy missing an eye. He knows more? Listen-" <Handspeech/Tongues>

She looks to Schara, stares at them HARD. Then hands over the journal she's been writing in.

Written in a flowing script, it reads: 'Say no names aloud. Write down what may be critical: names, places. If you don't want countless others killed, myself and others are doing what needs to be done.'

The mute holds out a pen and journal, her lips pressed into a firm, thin line.

"Yes, I owe them funds. Or rather, I owe them funds because they purchased my debts from someone else." The artificer answers. They stare at the book for some time, until finally they take it and scribble down some information into it. A process that took some time in spite of the speed before they finally hand it back.

Dolan, the man missing an eye recognized the creature that was looking like Daechir and referred to them as Jal'goroth. The form they took was seen by me before, it is either the same fiend or another using the same appearance knowing they can do so. On the twenty-seventh day of Pryntar myself and others were investigating a criminal who had become active suddenly who had the same appearance and referred to themselves as Mortin, but they were also using false names at the time to throw off others. The entire investigation was already alerted to them, or planned by them, and they likely were giving us false information to begin with which doesn't change the fact they transformed a gnome named Jiddess into a mouse and did something with them. All of this took place in an abandoned building by the docks, underneath it.

"She came to Auranar's defense," Verna notes for Aryia whilst yet looking to Schara, "for which I am most grateful." She then nods to Aryia's question after she goes quiet and hands the book to Schara. A moment passes before Verna gets some inkling as to the intent, commenting, "Prudent..." She does not attempt to read over any shoulders as Schara writes, though does give Aryia a sympathetic look. If this man, the real one, is in the fiend's clutches, she can only imagine the strife for all involved.

Aryia sighs in relief that the bronze-clad figure writes down things for the mute. She takes the journal back. "If you came to Auranar's defense, then you're good in my book. Even if you're dense as fuck."

She glances down at the written words. Freezes. Then the journal slaps shut and is promptly shoved into a pocket on the jacket and buttoned closed. Donning the article and buckling it shut, she strides right up to Schara. And gestures briskly in small motions. "If anyone fucks with you, you find me. I owe you. Thank you."

The mute steps back towards the cliff face, her cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders. She Inhales deeply. Then breathes Out slowly. Glimmering lines of energy trace across her skin and vanish under clothes. She looks to Verna.

A recognizable expression. One of the scent of victory. "Later sister," she motions in goodbye before Aryia takes off in a blur, a cloud of dust left behind as she leaps fearlessly off the Mountain Road to Alexandria below. <Handspeech/Tongues>

"Of course I did. It was the right thing to do, but I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want anyone to be in a situation like that if I can help it. And I don't know what comparing density to that even means but, no." The artificer notes quietly while Aryia scans through all the information given.

But then Schara freezes up as Aryia departs. "No, nothing like that, I won't allow that. It will not ever happen." They continue to theirself, only to blink when they realize the monk was gone. "Oh. I guess she got what she needed then." They sigh.

Verna blinks yet again at Aryia's farewell; not that it is one, but both the verbiage and the manner. Hmm, perhaps moreso the verbiage. She lifts a hand to bid a return farewell, yet the mul'niessa has already lept. She exhales a soft breath of her own, now.

"From what she conveyed, Schara, it may well simply be a matter of urgency. She was obviously grateful for your efforts and information." She takes a moment to glance about, perhaps checking for other unexpected visitors. "I presume that you wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, she probably has to go somewhere else. It was just sudden and I don't particularly understand her." The artificer sighs. "I guess I did help, somehow."

They stand a bit akwardly nearby, before nodding once. "Yes, I wished to talk to you, but it ended up bein unnecessary, Verna. And I have to apologize because in spite of my efforts, there is a part of my thinking and me that is glad you were dealing with those fiends." They answer, letting their head hang. "I was looking for you because I felt it necessary to let you know how I could not be your friend due to various reasons and other lies, because I didn't want you being hurt by the things that seem intent on either exploiting my gold or harming me. And now I feel bad it isn't necessary, because I don't wish such troubles on you whatsoever, Verna."

Verna blinks at the revelation (for the umpteenth time this day). After a moment, her expression softens. "Conversation is rarely unecessary. Moreso, you need not apologize, especially for the actions of fiends. Their machinations can be far-reaching and their talents at manipulation are without equal. As well, your concern for myself, and others, was well-placed. Yet such should not drive any of us apart. We are, all of us, strongest when acting in accord. Our foes know this and would strive to mislead and divide us."

"I cannot, nor would not, fault you for excluding others for their own safety. I have done the same, Schara. Thus I learned such did not prove as beneficial as I intended. If the three of us had not shared, just now, as we did, we would have continued to carry and tend to our own concerns, unaware that they were related."

"I'm sorry still. Especially if them causing trouble for you is my fault." The artificer answers with another long shake of her head as she wanders over to the house nearby. Looking at least for somewhere she could sit down. "And that's all good, but those things are dangerous, and I really can't do much against them. So if I can't deal with them, that means that I'm either a liability or just useless. And now Aryia may do something dangerous and get hurt and that will be my fault. Even if it is related, I don't know what I can actually do about it."

Verna follows Schara's gaze and then follows her steps back towards the house, gesturing to the chairs on the portico. "Apologizes. Please, make yourself more comfortable." She considers the other's comments a moment. "Aryia faces that particular fiend for her own reasons. I expect that said creature has existed far longer than any of us. You are not responsible for its actions, regardless of what it seeks you for." She then looks to Schara, brow lifting. "Unless you specifically summoned the fiend, directed it to take the man Aryia mentioned was taken? Did you command it to come here, seeking marriage?"

A pause before she adds, "I expect that you did none of these. Therefor, you are not responsible. As to acting against it... yes, it is powerful. I was no more able to banish it that you were able to subdue it. That does not imply there is naught we can do."

Schara wanders over to one of the chairs, and sits down gently to make sure all the excess armor did not cause any problems. "No, they didn't do that because of me, but it's my fault if they hurt anyone I know because of connection to me." The elf sighs. "And I'm not you, I'm not Aryia or Aya or Seldan or so many people I know that seem connected to everything going on. And my friends aren't as strong either, at least not physically or in combat."

"I just asked Warrick to be my friend, and now he's at risk because of that potentially, Or Slixvah or Patch." She continues with a small shake of her head. "Cinny already lost her mother, what if her father died too, and it was my fault? Or Slixvah or Patch, or both of them? It just makes sense, I'd rather be alone by choice than because of my own fault, even if both are not great options."

Verna settles herself into the other chair, only now calling the hovering tome to her. Rather, to the table where it settles. "Schara, there will always be threats to others, to yourself, regardless. Would evil and unscrupulous foes seek to use those you care for as a tool to manipulate you? Certainly. Does isolating yourself make you immune? Certainly not. Do you believe that I do not worry for Auranar every moment? Powerful forces have hunted me, and currently do so, even before this latest fiend. I put her at risk merely by her proximity and relations to myself. I ventured, for a time, to see her protected at all times: to the point that I offended her, caused her to doubt her own abilities and competency. None of that was my intent. Still, I would not exchange all else that we share solely to be rid of worry for her."

She pauses and her lips curl into a slender smile. "Nor would she. Likewise, the same people you hold concerns for hold the same for you, I expect. I know that I do so. As well, it is not a matter of knowledge, skills, talents. Auranar considers my knowledge of magic far more extensive than her own, yet her insight, empathy, caring, and even direct action have rescued me far more often than any spell of mine has protected her."

Schara sits on Verna's words, listening, for some time. It was almost as if they had fallen asleep perhaps, but finally they turned and nodded once. "That makes sense I guess, and I don't know, of course you deserve to be happy too. But I just feel selfish, miss Verna. I've had to live for so many years relying on others, and when I finally get a chance to go out and live for myself, something like this ends up happening? I know that living isn't fair but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about that fact."

"You're right, though, there's more to this than just fighting, Verna, and there probably is something I can do, but I just hope it's enough."

Verna nods. "I would urge you to live for yourself, and I would presume that would involve including others. If one chooses their based upon concerns or fears, would that truly be living for one's self? I do not believe it is, and now strive, myself, to live as I wish rather than be so heavily restricted by other concerns."

"Well, I don't know. As much as I'd like that, I know that I would feel awful if my presence caused harm to others. The way you look at it does make sense, but It would take time for me to accept that myself." The artificer sighs. "It's a lot to think about, but at least I know that there are people I can still talk to. Thank you, and I've probably taken up enough of your time for two days. I should get going to make sure I can get back to my inn room before it's too late. I hope you and Auranar can have a good day, at least."

"If you were wholly unconcerned of others," Verna notes, "I would be concerned of you. You have my thanks, and your conversation and company are always welcome. I am pleased if my offerings gave you any insight. Ultimately, you are the one who decides what is best for yourself, of course." She then rises out of politenets as Schara seems intent to excuse herself. "May your travel and day be well."

"Of course it did, you're easy to talk to and your reasoning makes a lot of sense, and it helps to make sense of things with an outside viewpoint to provide another point of reference." The elf nods as they leave their seat and turn to the road. "I can at least hope it will be, it may not be, but at least there's some hope there, and it won't change things if it does go well." They muse, before bowing their head to the mourner, and starting off back towards Alexandria proper.

With Fiends Like These...

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Whiteout: Created page with "It is another fair day, where spring is in the air and yet falling water is not. Taking advantage of the weather, or merely grateful for it, Verna is outside of her residence. While she is reading, she is not seated on the portico nor casually browsing. Instead, she is moving slowly about the exterior and examining sigils upon it, looking to the tome hovering at hand for reference, and making corrections or touch ups as she deems necessary. Nothing is remiss. The wind i..."

It is another fair day, where spring is in the air and yet falling water is not. Taking advantage of the weather, or merely grateful for it, Verna is outside of her residence. While she is reading, she is not seated on the portico nor casually browsing. Instead, she is moving slowly about the exterior and examining sigils upon it, looking to the tome hovering at hand for reference, and making corrections or touch ups as she deems necessary.

Nothing is remiss. The wind is light. The temperature fair. The tumbling of rocks...-

The tumbling of rocks? Over the edge of the Mountain Road, there comes the sound of someone huffing, and a few rocks shifting. A grey, scarred hand reaches up to the ledge. Grab. Another. Grab.

A mul'neissa woman's face pops up, silver framed shades slightly askew on her sweaty face. She blinks. Then waves to Verna, giving a little whistle to announce her presence.

Another trip down down the mountain road, and another pleasant day, for the most part. Schara, back in her bronze armor as was often the case, they were taking their time heading down the path. That is until they saw a mul'niessa climbing up and over the the edge of the mountain, which hastened their pace until they were nearby.

"Could you please explain what you are doing here, and quickly?" The artificer asks, looking at them, and back over to where Verna was working.

Verna is unaware of hands nor shaded eyes nor even Schara's approach... until the whistle and questions. Both startle her somewhat, and she steps promptly around the house, leaving the tome to hover as she to investigates. "Schara. Aryia." Both are recognized and the sounds parsed in that context. "Schara, all is well. Aryia is a friend, if not more." To Aryia, she adds, "I expect no offense was intended. Matters are rather tense at present, in light of prior unexpected visitors."

The mul'neissa pauses in pulling themselves up, her staring at Schara. She huffs out of her nose and clambers on up and steps past Schara, pointedly ignoring the question. Only to be stymied by Verna's approach. The shadow elf doffs her jacket, her airing it out by whipping it beside her. Face and bare arms covered in sweat.

Though, Verna's mention makes her brows shoot up, and she tilts her head to the side. She rolls a hand, as if requesting further elaboration.

The attempt to step past was blocked by the artificer stepping back in front of her. "If you will not explain yourself or what you are doing here, then I must ask you to leave, or I will have to make you do so by force." The artificer answers, lacking any manner of confidence to follow up on their warning. It was easy enough for Verna's explanation to make the elf sigh and step off to the side. "The last mul'niessa who was being so forceful threw Verna's wife off a cliff."

Verna exhales a long breath through a frown, dipping her head in a nod as she moves nearer the two. "Yes. All are well and fine," she notes for Aryia's benefit, "but we are understandibly wary. In hindsight, he may only have worn the guise of a mul'niessa, as it revealed itself to be an insectoid demon." She pauses to lift a hand to the residence. "Thus I am adding additional wards. As well, I expect that it is in league with my mother."

The mul is blocked by Schara. Her head tilts up to stare at them, eyes behind the shades shining bright. She throws her jacket over she shoulder, taut and muscular arms flexing from the motion. "By force? I'd /love/ to see you fucking try," she gestures vulgarly. Even if her motions weren't understood, the gist was easily picked up on.

But the light, fun challenge is dashed at that information. Her expression shifts to a deadly focus. "Mul'neissa man? Insectoid demon? They were HERE?! Details now!" she gestures rapidly, ripping out a journal from her jacket and opening it to a blank page. <Handspeech/Tongues>

The artificer had already backed down and away, and Schara just sighs. "I would rather not try if I do not have to, just for the enjoyment of someone else, but I would. It is not like I am not already dead to begin with at this point."

The change in demeanor makes the artificer pause again, and the artificer stops and tilts her head. "Why should I trust you with that information?" They ask.

Verna blinks. Twice. First at Aryia's piqued interest. Her frown deepens. "Dolan appeared familiar with this fiend, as well. I presume that this is not the first time it has made its presence known?" The second is at the armored one. "Schara, you are most certainly not in The Harpist's Hall now, nor would I expect you to be in the forseeable future. Is something amiss?" She looks between the two, suddenly aware that she may be lacking a great deal of information.

Aryia blinks at the bronze clad figure. "Sounds like you've given up before you've even tried. The fact that you have the courage to be not trust Seldan and call him in out the in middle of his own church is the only reason why I haven't bashed your mouthpiece in."

She smooths her hair back, and tunrs to Verna. She blinks, then snaps her fingers. "Hey hey hey. Fucking focus here. That piece of shit demon has my sister's partner, and has been torturing him for fuck knows how long. If it was HERE that means you two have information that is CRITCIAL. Talk." <Handspeech/Tongues>

Schara shakes her head once, and takes a step back. "It's only a matter of time at this point, what with the fact one of them nearly killed me barely trying." The artificer huffs. "If I pay them I fund whatever atrocities they plan, if I don't, they tear off my legs or kill me. Given recent experiences, I don't believe that is giving up without trying. And thank you for not smashing my head in for wanting to know what was necessary not to get countless other people killed?" They continue, before another sigh as they collect themself. "Some devil calling themselves Daechir Calithailin showed up here and was trying to force Verna into marrying them. When she refused, they entered her home and tried to kill Auranar."

Yes, there are obviously a number of things of which Verna is unaware of. She blinks again, looking between them, yet nods at Schara's description of events. "The fiend addressed me with a name I do not use, and claimed the desired union was agreed by both houses. This all but guarantees that my mother is involved; she is rather intent on my returning to Charn, which I shall not do. It threated Aura to coerce me, then sought to make good on its threats. Yet this fiend is obviously involved and interested in far more than just myself from what you say. Dolan was also familiar with the fiend in some manner."

She then looks to Schara. "Who seeks funds from you? The same fiend? Do you know why? If these events are indeed inter-related, any information is valuable to us all."

Aryia blinks at Schara. "You attempted to fight it and lived? Shit. Alright, I can give you some credit there." But her features sharpen. "That is not Daechir. He has been missing for some weeks now."

She listens to Verna, scribbling some notes down as a grey air flicks and twitches. "Which is weird as shit, because Daechir- the real one- is my sister's partner. So it sounds as if your mother may be involved in our shit too. Dolan..." she ponders. "Ah. The guy missing an eye. He knows more? Listen-" <Handspeech/Tongues>

She looks to Schara, stares at them HARD. Then hands over the journal she's been writing in.

Written in a flowing script, it reads: 'Say no names aloud. Write down what may be critical: names, places. If you don't want countless others killed, myself and others are doing what needs to be done.'

The mute holds out a pen and journal, her lips pressed into a firm, thin line.

"Yes, I owe them funds. Or rather, I owe them funds because they purchased my debts from someone else." The artificer answers. They stare at the book for some time, until finally they take it and scribble down some information into it. A process that took some time in spite of the speed before they finally hand it back.

Dolan, the man missing an eye recognized the creature that was looking like Daechir and referred to them as Jal'goroth. The form they took was seen by me before, it is either the same fiend or another using the same appearance knowing they can do so. On the twenty-seventh day of Pryntar myself and others were investigating a criminal who had become active suddenly who had the same appearance and referred to themselves as Mortin, but they were also using false names at the time to throw off others. The entire investigation was already alerted to them, or planned by them, and they likely were giving us false information to begin with which doesn't change the fact they transformed a gnome named Jiddess into a mouse and did something with them. All of this took place in an abandoned building by the docks, underneath it.

"She came to Auranar's defense," Verna notes for Aryia whilst yet looking to Schara, "for which I am most grateful." She then nods to Aryia's question after she goes quiet and hands the book to Schara. A moment passes before Verna gets some inkling as to the intent, commenting, "Prudent..." She does not attempt to read over any shoulders as Schara writes, though does give Aryia a sympathetic look. If this man, the real one, is in the fiend's clutches, she can only imagine the strife for all involved.

Aryia sighs in relief that the bronze-clad figure writes down things for the mute. She takes the journal back. "If you came to Auranar's defense, then you're good in my book. Even if you're dense as fuck."

She glances down at the written words. Freezes. Then the journal slaps shut and is promptly shoved into a pocket on the jacket and buttoned closed. Donning the article and buckling it shut, she strides right up to Schara. And gestures briskly in small motions. "If anyone fucks with you, you find me. I owe you. Thank you."

The mute steps back towards the cliff face, her cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders. She Inhales deeply. Then breathes Out slowly. Glimmering lines of energy trace across her skin and vanish under clothes. She looks to Verna.

A recognizable expression. One of the scent of victory. "Later sister," she motions in goodbye before Aryia takes off in a blur, a cloud of dust left behind as she leaps fearlessly off the Mountain Road to Alexandria below. <Handspeech/Tongues>

"Of course I did. It was the right thing to do, but I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want anyone to be in a situation like that if I can help it. And I don't know what comparing density to that even means but, no." The artificer notes quietly while Aryia scans through all the information given.

But then Schara freezes up as Aryia departs. "No, nothing like that, I won't allow that. It will not ever happen." They continue to theirself, only to blink when they realize the monk was gone. "Oh. I guess she got what she needed then." They sigh.

Verna blinks yet again at Aryia's farewell; not that it is one, but both the verbiage and the manner. Hmm, perhaps moreso the verbiage. She lifts a hand to bid a return farewell, yet the mul'niessa has already lept. She exhales a soft breath of her own, now.

"From what she conveyed, Schara, it may well simply be a matter of urgency. She was obviously grateful for your efforts and information." She takes a moment to glance about, perhaps checking for other unexpected visitors. "I presume that you wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, she probably has to go somewhere else. It was just sudden and I don't particularly understand her." The artificer sighs. "I guess I did help, somehow."

They stand a bit akwardly nearby, before nodding once. "Yes, I wished to talk to you, but it ended up bein unnecessary, Verna. And I have to apologize because in spite of my efforts, there is a part of my thinking and me that is glad you were dealing with those fiends." They answer, letting their head hang. "I was looking for you because I felt it necessary to let you know how I could not be your friend due to various reasons and other lies, because I didn't want you being hurt by the things that seem intent on either exploiting my gold or harming me. And now I feel bad it isn't necessary, because I don't wish such troubles on you whatsoever, Verna."

Verna blinks at the revelation (for the umpteenth time this day). After a moment, her expression softens. "Conversation is rarely unecessary. Moreso, you need not apologize, especially for the actions of fiends. Their machinations can be far-reaching and their talents at manipulation are without equal. As well, your concern for myself, and others, was well-placed. Yet such should not drive any of us apart. We are, all of us, strongest when acting in accord. Our foes know this and would strive to mislead and divide us."

"I cannot, nor would not, fault you for excluding others for their own safety. I have done the same, Schara. Thus I learned such did not prove as beneficial as I intended. If the three of us had not shared, just now, as we did, we would have continued to carry and tend to our own concerns, unaware that they were related."

"I'm sorry still. Especially if them causing trouble for you is my fault." The artificer answers with another long shake of her head as she wanders over to the house nearby. Looking at least for somewhere she could sit down. "And that's all good, but those things are dangerous, and I really can't do much against them. So if I can't deal with them, that means that I'm either a liability or just useless. And now Aryia may do something dangerous and get hurt and that will be my fault. Even if it is related, I don't know what I can actually do about it."

Verna follows Schara's gaze and then follows her steps back towards the house, gesturing to the chairs on the portico. "Apologizes. Please, make yourself more comfortable." She considers the other's comments a moment. "Aryia faces that particular fiend for her own reasons. I expect that said creature has existed far longer than any of us. You are not responsible for its actions, regardless of what it seeks you for." She then looks to Schara, brow lifting. "Unless you specifically summoned the fiend, directed it to take the man Aryia mentioned was taken? Did you command it to come here, seeking marriage?"

A pause before she adds, "I expect that you did none of these. Therefor, you are not responsible. As to acting against it... yes, it is powerful. I was no more able to banish it that you were able to subdue it. That does not imply there is naught we can do."

Schara wanders over to one of the chairs, and sits down gently to make sure all the excess armor did not cause any problems. "No, they didn't do that because of me, but it's my fault if they hurt anyone I know because of connection to me." The elf sighs. "And I'm not you, I'm not Aryia or Aya or Seldan or so many people I know that seem connected to everything going on. And my friends aren't as strong either, at least not physically or in combat."

"I just asked Warrick to be my friend, and now he's at risk because of that potentially, Or Slixvah or Patch." She continues with a small shake of her head. "Cinny already lost her mother, what if her father died too, and it was my fault? Or Slixvah or Patch, or both of them? It just makes sense, I'd rather be alone by choice than because of my own fault, even if both are not great options."

Verna settles herself into the other chair, only now calling the hovering tome to her. Rather, to the table where it settles. "Schara, there will always be threats to others, to yourself, regardless. Would evil and unscrupulous foes seek to use those you care for as a tool to manipulate you? Certainly. Does isolating yourself make you immune? Certainly not. Do you believe that I do not worry for Auranar every moment? Powerful forces have hunted me, and currently do so, even before this latest fiend. I put her at risk merely by her proximity and relations to myself. I ventured, for a time, to see her protected at all times: to the point that I offended her, caused her to doubt her own abilities and competency. None of that was my intent. Still, I would not exchange all else that we share solely to be rid of worry for her."

She pauses and her lips curl into a slender smile. "Nor would she. Likewise, the same people you hold concerns for hold the same for you, I expect. I know that I do so. As well, it is not a matter of knowledge, skills, talents. Auranar considers my knowledge of magic far more extensive than her own, yet her insight, empathy, caring, and even direct action have rescued me far more often than any spell of mine has protected her."

Schara sits on Verna's words, listening, for some time. It was almost as if they had fallen asleep perhaps, but finally they turned and nodded once. "That makes sense I guess, and I don't know, of course you deserve to be happy too. But I just feel selfish, miss Verna. I've had to live for so many years relying on others, and when I finally get a chance to go out and live for myself, something like this ends up happening? I know that living isn't fair but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about that fact."

"You're right, though, there's more to this than just fighting, Verna, and there probably is something I can do, but I just hope it's enough."

Verna nods. "I would urge you to live for yourself, and I would presume that would involve including others. If one chooses their based upon concerns or fears, would that truly be living for one's self? I do not believe it is, and now strive, myself, to live as I wish rather than be so heavily restricted by other concerns."

"Well, I don't know. As much as I'd like that, I know that I would feel awful if my presence caused harm to others. The way you look at it does make sense, but It would take time for me to accept that myself." The artificer sighs. "It's a lot to think about, but at least I know that there are people I can still talk to. Thank you, and I've probably taken up enough of your time for two days. I should get going to make sure I can get back to my inn room before it's too late. I hope you and Auranar can have a good day, at least."

"If you were wholly unconcerned of others," Verna notes, "I would be concerned of you. You have my thanks, and your conversation and company are always welcome. I am pleased if my offerings gave you any insight. Ultimately, you are the one who decides what is best for yourself, of course." She then rises out of politenets as Schara seems intent to excuse herself. "May your travel and day be well."

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The Vagrant Tower (Part 4)

2023-03-04T05:06:07Z

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After accidentally completing an unstable magical ritual, the group have once again taken the time to regroup- and transport the rest of the books from the library out to the base camp. But let's rewind. The base camp is a small but growing settlement of scholars, archaeologists and arcanists who are actively researching the mysterious appearance of a portal. Initial forays by the guild of explorers have discovered that this portal leads to what seems to be a wizards tower- or one floor of a wizards tower, at any rate- which is suspended in, or perhaps drifting through the void between the planes.

In addition, they have found that the tower draws upon elemental energies as it passes through the various planes in order to continue powering its own enchantments. It has been adrift for more than a thousand years, from dating the books that have been recovered so far. But where the rest of the tower is, or to what end it was cast into the void, remains a mystery.

And back to the present- after regrouping, the exploring party have taken a moment to not only rest, but also to replenish their ranks with more adventurers drawn to the call of mystery. Traversing the portal is a singular experience, one which Sloan, Crik and Magpie are well accustomed to by now, but which may come as a shock to Jacob, Magpie and Tlanexhuani. Passing through the shimmering blue light of the portals threshold, they find themselves drawn through a weightless and timeless void, buffeted by the sensation of rushing winds and a journey that is at once impossibly long and instentanious, they find themselves deposited one by one in the central chamber of the Vagrant Tower.

Having indeed become used to the teleport at this point, Sloan's feet touch down on the other side with the butler already shifting his weight to move towards the hallway. Dressed as before in soft soled boots, Grey woolen pants, and an un-dyed woolen shirt, gives the others that may need it, a moment to recoup.

The Goblin appears both fascinated and horrified at the journey. The acquisition of knowledge was all she could talk about before the portal, especially considering what has been collected so far, as well as the tower's disposition.

The horror part comes full circle as the room comes into view, and the group finds themselves standing on solid ground. Simony immediately turns away, as the sound of lunch returning is heard. The length of the sounds indicates it's a particularly big lunch. "W.w.what was that?", she croaks, spitting something out, while still looking away. "That is not mentioned in the marketing materials.", the Gobbo grumbles.

"That *never* gets old," Magpie says as she steps away from the landing point. "But it *does* get less existentially terrifying, which helps!"

"So okay!" she says, clapping her hands as the sound of retching abates. "Right now we're in the void between the planes! We're about to go to the other side of a room which *had* a summoning ritual going, but um... well we tripped it, and beat the elementals it was summoning, so they're gone and everything's *probably* okay. Probably. Things are weirdly self-motivating here."

Magpie will never be half as reassuring as she wants to be, mostly because she can't seem to shut up at the right point.

Tlanexhuani has only ever stepped through one portal, that being the one from Am'shere to Alexandria. This is... not that. As he arrives in the here and now, he crouches low to a knee, even it complains with creaking. There he waits a moment for his tail, stomach, and senses to catch up return to where they are supposed to be. "Iss ... sstrange." He finally blinks away the after-flutters and looks to Magpie as he stands up a bit more straight, still leaning on his spear like a walking staff.

One curious adventurer happened to be Jacob Ben-Hassid, a cleric of Serriel. Dressed in armor and shrouded by the robes of the Guiding Light. The portal was a strange sensation - yet it's somewhat similar to the chaos of the Vast, where his people learned to traverse in similar ways on their horses. Yet this was still different.

His feet hit the ground and Jacob takes slow breaths. He stands up slowly, looking around. "That was...slightly unpleasant."

A black beak, a bundle of robes and a slight hop - and off Crik landed back onto his feet. Tilting his head up and about, then turning his head towards the less-fresh lunch - don't do it - he flutters his black wings out. "Do not be afraid," The corvid reassures the party. "It will not get better." His beak opens apart and he glances around the team.

A moment later, the bundle of rags points at the exit. "... I will scout ahead."

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (6)+11: 17

As Crrik heads up the corridor, he sees the doors they previously left open, remain open. The bloodstains from their first foray into the tower remain, too, but are now completely dried into the flagstones- they will be a nightmare to remove. At first, it seems as though nothing has changed, but Crik notices a few minor inconsistencies. Something has passed through here, something other than the party, in the time they have been away. The door is slightly further ajar, some of the crystals have been picked up and moved around, the magic circles in the ritual room are smudged.

Those that have been here before will also note that the sound of thunder- a pervasive sound here, on the edge of the plane of air, is louder still than their last foray. Each peal resonates through the stonework and rattles the windows.

Moving behind Crik, Sloan leaves the Egalrin to do his thing as he looks down the hallway towards the outside, checking the priximity of the storms they saw on their first trip. "I must admit to having a slightly uneasy feeling. Does the storm seem closer?"

Simony is presently cleaning her face with a small cloth, wetted by water from a small waterskin. "The sensation ... through the nostrils is not one I wish to experience again if I can help it. Is... that what teleporting across the planes usually feels like? If so, I may be relieved to not have to go through the trouble of learning how to do that.

She glances around at the others, and straightens, putting the cloth and waterskin away in her pack. The reassurances from others falls flat, as her skeptical expression may inform. "Oh. Goody. I was hoping it would get worse, actually." If that's sarcasm in any way, it completely lacks all the auditory cues.

To Crik, she nods once. "Do let us know if you've found anything. If it's bad, scream at least three times, then we'll know..."

"That would follow, Sloan," Magpie chirps up. "So oh yeah, one thing; during the fight last time, the windows all along the curved side of the room got broken. So, like, if you get the urge to jump through the empty window, well um... Don't. Seriously we have *no idea* what'd happen, but y'know... probably bad. We don't even know how the *tower's* moving through, because it seems to be *physically* traveling the void!"

Despite the dire implications of her words, Magpie seems generally unruffled by the idea of a yawning non-existence, not even held back by any kind of physical barrier.

"Stay safe my friend." Jacob tells Crik as the fellow moves as swift as night to investigate the paths that lay ahead. It gives the cleric a further moment to regain his composure further from the effects of the portal.

He turns his eyes to Sloan. "Sloan. A man of many adventures." He teases the fellow as he pats him lightly on the shoulder as he moves.

"Why three and not once?" He asks of Simony, apparently teasing her about the sarcasm. He turns to Magpie. "..understood." he clears his throat. "No windows."

Crik doing his 'thing' means basically looking up about in sharp, jutting twists of head and odd walk. Once, he stops - taps the wall with his beak - but his attention is diverted towards the floor. Sloan can see him staring at the floor for a long, paused moment - before he slowly trails his gaze over towards the magic circle.

A brief flutter of wings, and he twists about in his place to face the human. "The storm, and the something that lurks here." He makes a vague gesture towards the floor. "Traces we did not leave behind."

Magpie just gets a black, beady eyed look. And a little ruffle of feathers.

"This one prefer ground under claw," Tlanexhuani snorts lightly as he eyes the hall out. "Not jump. Must go somewhere, though?" He looks from the doorway to the others. "Know the way?"

Taking a moment to stare out into the abyss, Sloan turns back and heads back towards the room with the Summoning circle. waiting for Crik to give an all clear before moving forward, the butler looks towards Jacob and offers a slight smile. "One does what one can, yes?"

Sloan's gaze out into the void confirms his suspicions- those distant vortices they first saw upon peering out into the void are much closer now than they were previously. And it is clear now that they were not moving slowly, as they seemed to be. But their distance and scale simply made it seem that way. Now they are closer, it's clear that the dust and plasma caught up in them is whirling around at incredible speeds. Bolts of lightning leap between their strata, giving rize to the frequent peals of thunder. The tower is definitely moving closer to the turbulent outskirts of the plane of air.

The library, too, shows signs of having been rummaged through in their absense- although the party themselves did a thorough job of pillaging its troves of ancient knowledge, something else has been in there and broken some of the clay urns that held scrolls and scattered the blank quires from some of the shelves.

Heading into the summoning room, Crik will at once notice that its southern door is slightly ajar. That was definitely not like that when they left.

"This gets better and better.", Simony deadpans, after Magpie's cheery explanation of DOOOOOM. "Does this place naturally compel people to consider jumping through broken windows, or is this a hypothetical situation?"

She cants her back a little at Jacob's question. The Gobbo holds up a finger, "First scream is to indicate that something horrifying has been found." A second finger goes up. "The second scream is to indicate said horrifying thing is coming right for them." A third finger is indicated. "The third scream is to indicate that one is being chewed upon. I'd suggest a fourth scream, but most people can't scream when they're dead."

She peers at the left over books not taken, and begins reading titles.

GAME: Crik rolls stealth: (17)+10: 27

GAME: Crik rolls perception: (5)+11: 16

"Actually from what I hear, it's just something that happens to people!" The gnome chirps, strolling along behind the more heavily-armored contingent, cheerfully examining everything that crosses her field of vision, for a moment. "Like, a thinking person's brain spends *so much time* trying to just automatically figure out possible dangers and prepare for them, sometimes they just leak into normal thoughts! Weird, right? I ran across it while doing research in Arcanist's, and it's even called The Call Of The Void!"

Magpie glances at Simony, head tilting to one side. "...Question! Why're you so nervous? It's *probably* dangerous to be here! That's why *we* got hired, because you don't pay money for adventurers to pick flowers! ...Unless the flowers are in someplace dangerous. Anyway. Point is, threats to life and limb are, like, a given!"

GAME: Simony rolls perception: (15)+9: 24

GAME: Simony rolls stealth: (10)+3: 13

GAME: Sloan rolls stealth: (13)+9: 22

GAME: Sloan rolls perception: (6)+7: 13

GAME: Jacob rolls Perception: (9)+5: 14

GAME: Jacob rolls stealth: (3)+-1: 2

"Fascinating." Jacob remarks to Magpie, looking visibly enamored by the topic. "The Call of the Void...interesting." He tilts his head to Simony. "Insanity is a common danger in this line of work, but if we work together, you'll be more than fine." He chuckles at her explanation of the screams.

"I understand...I think. But what if they die on the first scream?"

Then he falls silent, as best as he can, his eyes narrowed and his cloak lifted over his head. Problem is armor makes noise.

Still gotta carry on towards the south door.

"That was not there before." Crik makes his way across - briefly bowing down to look at the circle - before stopping by the door. Instantly, the party can see him near to the wall, and he slowly sneaks his way towards the door. Carefully, he reaches out to try and open the door just a crack. His shape ripples as he touches _all the things_ inside his cloak.

As the group follow the trail of whatever else has paid the tower a visit in their absense down south, they come to another room- in this one, a pedestal stands in the center. Carved into the pedestral is a draconic head, it has four faces each pointing in a cardinal direction. And between the teeth of each of the reptillian maws is a single large, cut crystal, almost clear but with a pale blue tint. No immediate threats present themselves, but they can hear something- coming from the corridor headed off to the east. Distant sounds of scraping, tittering, the beating of wings, things breaking.

Tlanexhuani shuffle-taps his way in with rustling steps and use of his spear. He eyes the circle with some suspicion, blinking at Crik's mention. "Was not here before?" That is worrisome, if things can just appear when not looking... So he starts looking around more, and harder. Maybe that will stop more things appearing?

Following after Crik, Sloan frowns and looks to the east. Kneeling beside Crik, the butler points towards the sounds once more. "Would you prefer that I take lead from here Crik? I would have you follow me so I do not step on something untoward and possibly explosive."

GAME: Magpie rolls knowledge/the planes: (2)+9: 11

GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/arcana: (9)+8: 17

GAME: Crik rolls knowledge/the planes: (16)+3: 19

GAME: Jacob rolls Knowledge/the planes: (13)+5: 18

A small pince-nes is retrieved from a small pouch on her belt, and sticks it to Simony's nose. "Then you know to get the heck out of there before whatever got your companion comes to get you.", she replies to Jacob.

An eyebrow raises as she looks to Magpie, trailing along behind the front line as the Gnome does. "You don't have to tell me that, this isn't my first exploration of some dusty thing in some forgotten place. However, knowledge of possible impending danger does nothing to assuage one's fear. Even experience does nothing to dull it. I can not and do not begrudge anyone being afraid in this situation, including myself. If you're afraid, it means you're still alive."

The albino peers over at the circle Crik speaks of not being there previously. "Probably a good idea not to touch them or step near them.", she offers, helpfully. Shuffling forward, but staying well away from touching distance, Simony squints. "Uuuuuhm. This is a summoning circle. A /used/ summoning circle."

Crik turns his head towards Sloan. "... best way to find a trap is to step on it." Beak opens again. "Or opening summoning circles." The corvid egalrin gestures for Sloan to move on ahead of him. "Tread carefully, herald." He hops on forward and takes a better look at the room once more, trying to see if there were any traps around the pedestal, above them, below them, or just in the air in general. "... do not let any imps fall on you."

closing his eyes and sighing softly, Sloan leans closer to Crik and mutters quietly. "One time Crik...I stepped on one summoning circle...It is not like one makes a habit of it."

Stepping through the door ahead of Crik, the butler stays close to the wall as he turns his attengion towards the sounds.

GAME: Crik rolls reflex: (4)+7: 11

GAME: Sloan rolls reflex: (14)+6: 20

GAME: Subduction rolls 5d6: (20): 20

GAME: Jacob rolls Reflex: (3)+5: 8

As Sloan steps out into the room, that four-faced dragon pedestal crackles into life. In a blink of an eye, a bolt of lightning leaps from the crystal in one of its maws and hurtles towards the group. Sloan is fast enough to get partially out of the way, catching the bolt to his shoulder, but Crik and Jacob are not so lucky- the ark of electricity continues its course through the corridor, slamming through Crik and Jacob's chests and then continuing past them until it hits the far wall, exploding into a scorch mark and fragments of shattered masonry.

The tittering noises from further east stop, then a few short bursts of chatter.

As Jacob moves, he hears the flapping of wings and things breaking, tell-tale sighs of a creature at least somewhat nearby. "Mephits, I think. Mischievous imps."

He takes a long look at the structure with the dragon, a frown touching his face as the gems radiate with that strange void-light.

"Seems cold." He remarks to Magpie. But he looks at the used summoning circle. "Then I imagine the mephits were summoned...or something much darker is in this place."

Just as he says that, a trap is triggered and electricity slams into his chest, knocking him backwards. He tumbled along the ground and ends up on his feet, but it's clear that it /hurt/.

"....ow."

GAME: Crik rolls constitution: (16)+0: 16

Crik's beak just keeps opening wider, and he cannot resist letting out a weird creaking sound from his throat... until he falls silent.

A moment later, there is an awful sounding cry of doom, a collapse and a floofed up, twitching mess of an egalrin on the floor. A faint scent of crispy egalrin lingers about him. On the other hand, his collection of bombs strapped on him is completely safe and sound.

"I find this completely shocking.", the Gobbo says, as the lightning bolt crackles and shocks those in the front. As Crik topples over, Simony gasps. Her hands come together in a light clap, and the holy symbol hanging from her neck glows. Her voice is low and scratchy as she prays, entreating her Deity to intervene. Pale white lines emenate from her hands, touching all those who are present nearby.

GAME: Simony rolls 2d6: (6): 6

GAME: Magpie rolls 2d8+3: (8)+3: 11

GAME: Magpie used a Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.

"Oh no I *totally* get being afraid!" Magpie says with a reassuring smile. "I just didn't know that's what you were doing, I thought you were *surprised.* Which is why I was so confu--WHOA!"

The electric lance shooting down the hallway, and crashing against the door has Magpie pelting into the corridor, heedless of any residual danger. "HANG ON, GUYS!"

Sliding to a halt on her knees, the gnome fishes in her satchel, and brings out a potion vial just as Simony's healing wave brings the poor bird back to consciousness. "Hey buddy," she says gently, pulling the vial's stopper. "Just have a drink, you'll be right as rain, okay?"

With that, she starts to tip the liquid into Crik's beak.

Tlanexhuani is looking at the circle and startles at the sudden burst of electricity. Well, no one stepped on a summoning circle this time? "Ah! What is..." He moves towards the recently-injured, but slows to allow the healers access. "This one can help..." he offers, looking to the shocked ones as they are treated, then adds, "Maybe best this one walk first."

GAME: Simony rolls 2d8+4: (10)+4: 14

While the group are tending to the wounds caused by that trap, a set of wingbeats draws nearer. An angular, hook-nosed head, with alabaster skin and cyan eyes peeks out from around the corner, swears at the group in Auran, flashes its behind and then flies back off down the corridor.

GAME: Subduction rolls 100: (10)+100: 110

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (35): 35

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (89): 89

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (36): 36

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (80): 80

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (74): 74

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d100: (64): 64

Sloan was not an adventurer. this much was becoming apparent as he steps into the room and gets zapped. It stung his shoulder, but that was the least of his worries. Turning back to Crik, the butler frowns as the Egalrin gets dropped. Greatful that there are clerics nearby,

looking back to the trap, then after the crude creature, Sloan kneels next to Crik once more as he is revived, speaking quietly once more. "I apologize Crik. It was my intent to shield you from when may be waiting to attack...after consideration though, I have decided that either your advice, or my intent was lacking. I did not wish to find traps by setting them off. I would prefer that we live."

Jacob is still sizzling as he hunches over, the electricity scorching him harshly, but even still, the healing energy from Simony, letting his wounds heal almost as if it had never happened. Hd takes slow breaths. "Thank you." He flashes a warm smile towards Simony as he stands tall.

Then they get mooned.

"Likewise." Jacob tells Sloan. "With that in mind, let's avoid any other traps, yes?" He rubs at his chest.

Crik sputters and gasps as he is brought back from the void. "... haa, this one saw mother... the big dark..." He mutters incoherently, sometimes slipping into his native tongue - before he suddenly jolts upwards. Head turns towards Magpie, then back towards Sloan. "It's a trap!" He looks back down at himself, and the scorch mark left on his leather armor. "... It was a trap." He collapses back onto the floor, gesturing towards the sith-makar who offered to walk first, to go ahead. "... just a wingbeat more. Thank you for pulling down the veil, Magpie."

When the butler kneels besides him, the corvid rogue looked legitimately confused. Then there's a bit of a twinkle in his eyes and his beak opens. "Curious is the trapfinders art; the only sure way to success is to die trying." A hacking sound. Then he glances at the dragon pedestal - back towards Sloan. "A pedestal staring in cardinal directions. Thunder around us. It should have been obvious to me. Traps are always laid in cardinal directions."

First zapping, and now ...zipping? The bluescale only catches a brief glimpse of the winged ..behind(?) before it is gone. "Sssa. No more traps. Watch for enemies, alsso." Tlanexhuani, with Crik's blessing, moves ahead down the hall into the room. He is aware and does not rush in, though may not be as good at discovering hidden things as some. Aside from stepping on them.

nodding to Crik, Sloan looks the birdman over quietly for another moment before standing once more. "Curious indeed. I shall endeavor to remember that advice." Looking to the Makari, the butler nods as well "It is not as though you could have lower success than I have." As Tlanex moves out, Sloan falls in step behind him.

Getting to her feet, Magpie grins up at Tlanexhuani. "I'm just glad it didn't end up worse than it did. We're probably gonna need your help too, *real bad,* soon... But for now--"

Her eyes are caught by the electric-blue moon waxing at the other end of the room. "...Wow, that's just... *shockingly* ugly. Don't worry you little jerk, we'll get you too."

Edging out of the path of the draconic mouths, Magpie approaches the column, trying to get a sense for how it works, and if there's more ightning to come. Say, when the other doorway is used.

GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/arcana: (4)+8: 12

GAME: Tlanexhuani rolls knowledge/arcana: (15)+7: 22

GAME: Magpie rolls knowledge/arcana: (11)+10: 21

"Please be careful. Also, possibly it rotates?", the Gobbo offers. She is hesitant to step into the room. Friends bitten and she's shy.

GAME: Crik rolls knowledge/dungeoneering: (3)+7: 10

Tlanexhuani is initially searching for the winged one, but when that is not apparent his eyes shift to the column. "Mmm..." He walks up to it, claws scratching under chin. "This one thinkss is not done. Will shock again... but some hourss before then."
The retreating form continues off down the hallway as the group move to press onwards- pausing briefly to examine the pedestral to see if it's likely to shock them from behind while pressing onwards. Deciding it is safe for now, they head further along- the corridor leads to one final room, the southeastern corner of this level of the tower. And it is bedlam inside from what they can see- there are a number of short winged humanoids, each with long hooked noses and pointy ears, that same alabaster and azure coloration. There are books all over the floor, tossed around haphazardly, a chair is overturned.

THere is a large statue with a gemstone in its forehead, and one of the critters has its feet planted on the statue's face as it tries to pry the gemstone out. Another one is scribbling all over a book on a lectern set before the statue with a pilfered pen. The one that mooned them smacks its backside and sticks out its tongue, openly taunting the group.

"....Well, isn't that one friendly."

Jacob's surprisingly deadpanned expression is perhaps somewhat surprising to those who know him, considering his normally warm demeanor.

"What is...." He looks more closely at the statue. Tgen he notices the Mephit with a book scribbling all over it. "Perhaps that one will have information about this room?"

GAME: Simony rolls knowledge/religion: (3)+8: 11

GAME: Sloan rolls knowledge/religion: Trained Use Only: 0

"Hey! Hey hey hey!" Magpie shouts, upon crowding into the room and spotting the imps at their chaos. "What d'you think you are, adventurers! Knock that off!"

"Yeah, what she said!", yells the Gobbo.

GAME: Subduction rolls 1d8: (3): 3

GAME: Subduction rolls 4: (7)+4: 11

GAME: Jacob rolls knowledge/religion: (1)+5: 6 (EPIC FAIL)