Ruins of Silvermist (Closed Campaign)

[Ophelia Harrington]

The University of Sarkotos and in turn, the Obsidian Heart, has been invited to collaborate with the Arcane Academy of Bryony on the advent of the anniversary of the explosion of Silvermist. The esteemed mages of the Academy find it difficult to enter the ruins on the edge of their capital city, due to the effects that have been reported over the numerous attempts and years that have been made to study ‘ground zero’ of the explosion. 

At that time, Ophelia Harrington, at the invitation of her old principle tutor was settling down in the living space of the Blackstone Villa, which was located in the beautifully surrounded Drakkus. It was the particular holding of the Obsidian Heart and would allow them a freedom that staying in the Academy would not afford them. The young bard, dressed in a soft white shift that moved with each curve of her body, which seemed to shimmer with any note that she played, was sat in the Villa's communal living space. She had her flute to her lips and an ever so subtle song started to play. It was a song about home, which made sense, because she was home, or at least… as close as she’d been to home for a long time. It would, however, resonate differently with everyone there. 

The invitation to come here, along with the group of adventurers that had decided to join her on the mission, was sat in her lap. Those that were coming had been invited to join the Bard for supper and song, before they set off on their journey to Shrine, the white capital city of Bryony the following morning. There was much to explain, history to give and warnings, too. Ophelia was excited though, excited to be home and most importantly, excited to help her country. 

( OPEN RP )

[Head Moderator]

Viola had been one of the ones that had said she'd go with Ophelia, well why not! Ophelia was her beloved sister, and any time she could spend with her she'd certainly do it! She wasn't really a fan of that blasted Kythin, and was secretly hoping he'd not show up so she'd have Ophelia all her own, but if he did she'd just grin and bear it.

To Blackstone Villa she went, with all her belongings for the stay in tow. Once she'd put all her things away in her room, she went to find her sister in the living area.

"PHE!"

She was a little too bubbly for her own good at times, and came running in with arms outspread and a big grin upon her youthful face. She unbuttoned that beautiful blue spidersilk coat she always wore, underneath she wore the same shade of blue in loose trousers and a tunic. She gave her sis a big hug and kiss on the cheek then plopped down cross legged on the floor in front of her, head tilted slightly, as she went to listening to the flute if Ophelia began to play it again, though she couldn't help but to chat a little.

"So, who else is coming?"

[badger]

She got lost.

Go north, they said. Couldn't miss it, they said. Follow the coast or climb a mountain and she'd run into it eventually. What her colleagues had failed to mention was where north actually was when it was at home: and most halflings didn't believe in a compass as a general rule, meant you tended to miss out on life's surprises if you knew exactly which way was up, and all that nonsense about moss on trees was exactly that - nonsense. The squirrels weren't any help either, addled with the cold as they were they thought it was funny to pelt her with bits of debris from their nests when she poked her head in to ask for directions. She got the last laugh though, squirrel tossing was nothing if not a national sport back home.

But what this all meant was, it took longer than normal for Badger to gain her bearings and set off in the right direction. The only reason why she even made it to Bryony in the first place was because a burst of inspiration had her puffing out some feathers in order to get a birds eye view of the place (in the hopes that it looked just like it did on the map, which evidently it didn't so some poor cartographer is going to get a nasty visit later), and she'd had to resist the powerful urge to head south where it was warmer. And obviously, north being the opposite of south helped to narrow it down quite a fair bit and after having dropped like a sparrow shaped stone she marched confidently in the right direction.

It just .. took a while to get there.

Good thing she left early.

No, she didn't remember that there were portals set up all across Arith, so please don't ask.

Once she reached some semblance of civilization she was able to bully directions out of some more sapient beings, catch a coach or two and would eventually find her way to the Villa in question. Standing outside she'd stare at it for a moment or two and brandishing her own slip of paper with all the authority of someone holding a sword she'd bully her way in there too which turned out to be considerably easy. She'd be given a room to toss her traveling equipment in and was informed where the rest of Obsidian Heart could be found, and so eventually she'd be leaning against the doorway of the communal room currently containing the two Harrington ladies.

Her head was freshly shaved save for the thick crest of hair that bushed down the middle of her scalp, currently dyed a mixture of black and red, and while her clothes were patched, worn and simple they were clean. The three foot high woman merely stared in silence - she didn't have an ear for music - until her stomach growled ferociously, which merely encouraged her to shrug.

"Ello. When's dinner then?"

Priorities.

[Jett]

Jett had an unusual knack for finding his way around even when he did not possess the slightest idea of where he was supposed to be heading. This occasion was no different from the norm, except all the early warning signs should have made him reconsider his decision to sign up for this particular mission. Whatever it was. Wherever it was. 

Blackstone Villa. The name was not familiar to him, yet this was the destination that he sought. Why? The instructions indicate that this would be the gathering point for the company of adventurers who have volunteered to accompany Phe on her journey. Admittedly, since joining the Obsidian Heart Jett's presence had been rather scarce. In fact, he only recalled venturing out with the group once and it had been so long ago that he could not even remember the details. 

Though he suspected that he would be the last to arrive it did not stop him from exploring the area a bit. Eventually he would find a guide in the form of an elderly woman. She quickly launched into a description of each of her three daughters to Jett while they walked and he could only hope that she knew where she was going. Apparently all three daughters were of marrying age and the woman made certain to repeat this relevant piece of information many times over. All Jett could do was nod and smile politely and pretend to be interested while eyes scanned ahead for his destination. When Blackstone Villa came into sight Jett hurried off, but only after he promised the old woman that he would visit their household when he returned from his journey. 

Jett did not bring much with him, only the essentials. Not that he possessed much to begin with. After he was shown to his room he took a moment to set his things down and test the bed for comfort before heading down to meet the others in the communal area. He arrived just in time to catch someone inquiring about meal time and could not resist adding in his own two cents. 

“More importantly, what's for dinner? I'm starving.”

[Rhyldrin Ken'rae]

Death and its magical incarnate; the obsessions of the drow known as Rhyldrin Ken'rae. Much had changed since his arrival in Arith and yet his journey was far from complete. A master of death, a worthy goal but now one of low ambitions, unworthy of his growing power. The master, period, destroyer of realities and commander of death herself. All in good time, all with proper actions and appropriate tests. Since his chosen path into the world of the undead and black magics his form had grown slightly paler and though it wasn't a stench per say there was definitely a vile aura about him.

Despite being indoors his cowl was pulled up and over his head, covering part of his face. With each step the flaps of the cloak would rustle and possibly reveal the various tattoos that now covered his form, most notably the one upon his dark hand. His attire was, for the most part, had remained the same and beneath his cloak one would find his shadowsilk apparel.

Near silent steps would bring him to within earshot of the others, though to himself he would remain. Note would be taken of those already present and a half smirk slowly formed on that dark mouth upon seeing the hobbit. He would then look to the sisters and one he hadn't seen before. That one was studied openly though he listened to them all as they spoke.

[Head Moderator]

Ooooh people. People she didn't know! The younger Harrington clapped from where she sat before her sister when more folks showed up, and then gave a little wave. She had no idea when dinner was being served, or what was being served, those questions best left for someone in the know. She'd only just arrived herself after all!

"Hi, I'm Viola!"

She blinked at Jett, by the gods he was a handsome one. It made her giggle just a wee bit, when she waved to him as well as the others. A giggling monk, whatever had the world done to deserve such a fate? Was that drow staring at her? She smiled sweetly and blew him a kiss.

[Kythin Steelfang]

        A call for for Adventurers.. what better a reason to continue his sojourn away from his own Castle? A call he'd heed soon after gathering up what supplies such an expedition might require ...rations, water, his assortment of arms, armor, and other gear. Eventually his arrival at their chosen destination set itself into place as a matter of fact rather than possibility. Of course he'd made the choice to join in on this.. there was every reason to do so.. and the flute-borne song that reached his ears presented the primary one. 


The interior of the Blackstone Villa received little interest beyond the enhanced pace taken up in order to reach where others had already gathered for a meal and entertainment. Kythin certainly made the effort to join in, if a bit late, the Black Knight clad in far more bright colors than his title suggested.. if crimson could be called.. bright. A little time afforded to filling a temporary resting place, his room in the villa, with the belongings that could not be seen as necessary or decorative, such as a brooch the man wore near his throat. 

It required little time at all to take note of Ophelia.. though it took a moment to bring himself to bother with recognition of the others.. more than enough to explain why the younger Harrington earned notice second.. the others, associates of the Heart both more or less, earned a passing glance. 

" Jikael. "

Whether the draconic word was meant to be sarcastic or not.. Kythin at least lent an eye at the lovely Lady with the flute.

" Well they certainly seem jovial. " 

....Even if only the Harrington Sisters really fit the definition.


 

[badger]

As the doorway was beginning to get a smidge crowded, she decided to scoot inside a few paces and then to the right - leaning against a piece of furniture for the time being. She said nothing as Rhyldrin placed himself within hearing distance, the halfling was willing to keep the peace for now but her eyes darkened momentarily - before brightening for unknown reasons, her mouth carrying along with her other thoughts despite.

"I hope its boar. Its been a while since I've had boar. If we're going to live off trail rations for a spell, may as well fill up on the good stuff beforehand."

Even as she spoke her hand crept down to a blue pouch tied to her belt, extracting from the empty looking shell a piece of jerky that she gnawed on absently. When Viola spoke however she froze, a muscle at the corner of her mouth twitching erratically. Goddess it was the squirrels all over again, the girl looked just about as perky but at least she wasn't throwing things.

She regained her composure as more people filed within the room, cocking an eyebrow as the one bedecked in red shuffled past.

"Bless you. Hanky?"

A nondescript clean square of fabric was extracted from one of her many pockets and dangled in the air briefly, before it was stuffed back inside and she went back to gnawing.

"Yeh, don't blame you. I think I used that one to clean up the rodent droppings."

[Rhyldrin Ken'rae]

The greetings continued as did the drow's silence. His emerald gaze scanned the knight who entered though he remained silent. The... chipper one from before, Viola,  was rewarded for her blown kiss with a slow slipping of his tongue along his lips. He smirked again before looking toward the hobbit. Ah... she had food in her mouth. Oh well, it would hopefully keep her quiet and as such allow the peace to continue. The gods knew he was tired of kicking her ass all over Navahla. 

Moving along the edge of the communal area he would stop to gaze out any available window for several moments, studying the terrain outside as well as making notes of various facts. He also went over his list of items one more time, ensuring that he wouldn't die due to his own actions on this little trip. If nothing else he had the hobbit to trip if they were retreating. She looked small but she certainly had a lot of padding, good for chewing. Not all of his orders had been completed before his departure and because of this the drow was a little put off, at least more so than usual... yea that isn't saying much.

Exhaling slowly but deeply he would gradually twist himself away from the last window and look once again upon the interior and those that had gathered. 

[Ophelia Harrington]

Ophelia could not claim the exuberance that her sister met the new dawning of every day with. That was not to say that she was an unhappy, miserable soul – far from it – she was happy and full of spirit but there was also a certain mask of serenity to the girl. Still, despite this, she was caught up in Viola’s greeting and a laugh escaped her. “Hey, little girl: I’m happy you decided to come! How have you been? I’ve been thinking about something we should do together!” Before she could say what though, people had started to filter through the door. “I’ll tell you about it when we set out in the morning…”  

A kiss was planted on her sister’s forehead and she moved onto her feet, taking in each of those that had gathered, a hardy group: if she was worried about their lives, with those that had arrived, she no longer would be. The very precious flute, which had until then been in her hand, was rest on the table beside the chair she had claimed earlier. “Thank you, thank you all for coming! We’ve been invited by the Arcane Academy, a very prestigious magic centre from the capital to investigate the Ruins of Silvermist. There are some instructions and history that I need to give you, but that can all wait until the morning… for now, I have had supper arranged and a bit of entertainment. There is a stew on the fireplace, some freshly baked bread, two or three different cold cuts and other, assorted things.” Ophelia was more interested in the sweet stuff, which she didn’t mention, so there was more chance of her getting something. “We’re also being treated to some of the house wine! So, relax, enjoy yourselves, and we’ll talk shop in the morning… unless anyone has any questions?” Ophelia waited, for a mere second for any questions – since they were all ready to eat, she doubted there would be any. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “We all have rooms assigned to us, so no… sleeping in the stables or anything for anyone…” 

There was another pause as she waited to see if anyone wanted to ask her anything, before she hooked her arm through Viola’s, and lead her over to Jett and Kythin. “Hey boys.” Jett was offered a strange look before she said: “I thought you’d been eaten by a Lion or something!” Badger was next on her list for hellos but Phe had a sneaking suspicion that the Halfling wouldn’t be anywhere near them. “If you guys want to eat tonight, I’d get there fast… we have a Halfling in the house!” Rhyl'drin was offered a nod of greeting, and a smile... but he was always masked in such darkness, both literally and figuratively, that she had no idea what to say to the fellow. “Thank you, again, for coming. Make yourself at home…”

( OPEN RP )

[badger]

Badger hadn't gone very far, she was still taking lean against that bit of furniture she had favoured earlier. Only when Ophelia turned her attention to the halfling it would be found that in the breath between "the" and "fireplace" she had already helped herself to a heaped bowl of stew and bread and was caught with a spoon in her mouth.

"Mmph."

Swallowing, she'd pluck it from her lips and brandish the implement around the group.

"But what are they having?"

Before sticking the spoon back into the bowl and helping herself. The light in her eyes and tone of her voice indicated she was joking, but the almost covetous glance she afforded her portion of stew lent more weight to Ophelia's warning jest!

[Kythin Steelfang]

A handful of opportunities presented themselves already to the Black Knight's eyes. Little could be done with them at the present.. leaving Kythin to settle into the most natural role for himself. An evening meal available for the taking if only he and others could retrieve their fair share inspite of the halfling set on devouring the entirety of it.  What turned out to capture the attention of the Knight.. was the individual who always did. Ophelia speaking of what the invitation sent their way was all about. Certainly others may have been more focused on the edible options before them.. Kythin all too often proved single-minded all the more reason why the lack of questions may prove surprising!

" Ah, .. I thought I recognized him. " Referring to the rarely seen fellow with the name Jett, the fellow who earned scrunity from the Knight for less than a moment before his presence there was written off entirely. Long proven to be far more interesting to deal with could be counted among the assorted variety of adventurers who had chosen to take up the invitation aside from the Bard who greeted them with song and supper. In fact, Ophelia would find herself counted in the mental check list already being pondered over. " You've been a busy woman, Phe.  Kalvarkutaeminbebib over the scenic north-eastern coast, hm? " The Spellsinger earned a little scrutiny as well though it passed easily enough by the time his perpetual scowl softened, albeit slightly. 


Alas somewhere along the line Kythin did have to take up an attempt to divorce the halfling from his portion of the meal before them.  As a matter of course this led to a bark of some word or other in the halfling tongue intended to distract the female specimen of half-man while the Dragon set to taking up the offering of supper, even if the wine earned little more than a disinterested glance over. Certainly there would be other beverage to sate his thirst before the lot of them retired to their rooms. 


{ Skill Usage: Poly-Lingual ) 

[Head Moderator]

Gods. Kythin.

She sighed a little, but it had been expected, though the smile never left her lips. She ate up the affection from her sister, and nodded with a slight clap of hands when she mentioned she had something she wanted to talk to her about. She wasn't sure if she could wait until morning! Knowing Viola, she'd crawl into Phe's bed in the middle of the night and start chatting away - but the fact that a certain male specimen might be in there would definitely keep her away!

The halfling looked like someone that would prove to be fun to be around, and when food was offered, she trotted on into the dining area with the others and stifled a snicker when Badger went for the food, especially with Ophelia's warning just said. A little wave was offered to Jett, and she found herself a seat at the table and managed to get some of the food away from the halfling, along with a fine large glass of the house wine.

"The Six are good, the Six are great, and now let's eat what's on our plate!"

No one said the little monk was great at flowery prayers.

[Rhyldrin Ken'rae]

Rhyldrin moved into the dining area and slowly reached up to pull back his cowl and then unclasp his cloak. As he was still studying the art of Inkantation Tattoos and what was possible with them he still wore his typical armor set of various pieces of shadowsilk though an unpleasant feeling would slip along the surfaces of those who came too close to him. Seating himself he would carefully select various items from the plates before food and drink was consumed. The meal was slow, at least for the drow, as flavors and textures were sampled and enjoyed, though some proved to be a unpleasant surprise. 

Looking over everyone once again he took a moment to swallow his current mouthful before lifting his goblet of wine to his lips for a swallow. His emerald gaze, which had seemingly become a bit lighter, toward the gray side of the spectrum, settled on Phe. Leaning back in his chair to become more comfortable he would study and listen in silence.

[Ophelia Harrington]

Ophelia had no idea that there was such dislike for Kythin, especially from her sister. Unfortunately, she was generally oblivious to the feelings of others unless they were quite frank about them. Most often than not, she didn’t care to start digging into why people felt what they felt. That and it was none of her business in the first place. “I’m always busy, Kythin… something has to fill the days, doesn’t it?” A small smile was offered to the dragon, before she turned her attention to each of the adventurers again. They all seemed to be enjoying at least a small morsel of food, so Ophelia excused herself from Viola and the rest, to snag herself a couple of the sweet strawberry fancies before returning to where her flute lay. 

The Bard settled back into the chair she had claimed earlier before Ophelia took a deep breath and lifted the aforementioned instrument to her lips, there was a pause before she began to play. At first, it was a simple tune but at some point it turned and the gentle aria ascended into something much more. As the song evolved, figures would appear right in front of each of them each varying in height and size but as the figures moved in a dance, wisps of purples and pinks would dance into the air, and around her companions. The song would appeal to each of them in a different way, as did most of her songs, for some it would be a gentle reminder of the joys of home and the safety it afforded, for others it would be a reminder of a great victory and others, it would be a simple lullaby.  

( Skill : Performance )
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[Kythin Steelfang]

There could be little doubt that if Kythin concerned himself with his own reputation these days.. there would be no sign of it. Even so that Viola held any level of animosity towards him, well that would come as a surprise.. the giggling monk happened to be one of the very few the Black Knight showed kindness to.. whether or not such was for Ophelia's sake.. who could say? 

" All work and no play.. makes for a dull life. " Certainly a good reason to keep up the adventuring.. and the company of an entertainer like Ophelia. As the lady that liked the title of Spellsinger began to perform, the Black Knight elected to deal with the matter of his hunger and thirst.. after all.. there would be a rare few chances for a proper sit-down meal if this invitation turned out like many of the Obsidian Heart's own ventures. 

" Interesting choice of prayer, Viola. " The poor monk didn't seem all that likely of escaping his notice for whatever reason Kythin deemed fit. Oh, certainly he was as grim a Knight as ever.. but anyone playing with the Knightly title that didn't pick up on gallant practices.. were going to have a horrid amount of difficulty.. more so than his less than sterling reputation already marked his name with. ..It wasn't as if he were the only one in that very room sporting notoriety! 

[Rhyldrin Ken'rae]

His meal and drink were slowly consumed until his plate and glass remained empty. He had been watching the display before him while he finished his meal, though he remained silent as to what he watched. At times his heartbeat did increase and one, if they were watching, may have even seen his breath quicken ever so slightly. Removing his gaze from the show before his eyes he would look around the table before pushing back his chair and standing. 

"Unless plans to discuss the details in the morning have been altered I will be retiring."

Indeed, if no one interjected with any change in plans, a chance that the drow offered several seconds to materialize, he would nod to no one in particular before turning and making his way to his assigned room and then bed. Of course, before he had left the dining hall, he looked over his shoulder and to cast a good night to the hobbit.

"Don't eat the table...."

[Ophelia Harrington]

It was the word of Rhyl’drin that brought Ophelia from her songs and she needed in agreement with the Drow. “He’s got the right idea, I think it is time for us all to end our evening… we have a long journey ahead of us, and there are a lot of things I need to tell you before we depart.” Ophelia stood and smoothed out her dress. “As I said earlier, there are rooms assigned to each of us. We will talk over breakfast, goodnight, everyone!”  

A smile was offered to each of them, before the Bard started to pack away her flute in its box, and after snagging a couple more of the strawberry fancies, she moved over to her family. “I’m going to sleep; I’ve had a long day.” A kiss was pressed to the top of Viola’s head. “I’m so excited to be going home! We should stop by the shop before we leave.” Then, to Kythin, who got a kiss on the cheek too. “Don’t stay up too late, Dragon.”  

The rest, unfortunately, did not get a kiss on the cheek, instead, to Badger, she said: “Feel free to finish anything off that’s left over…” There was a motion with her arm to the buffet. With that sorted, Ophelia headed to bed – leaving the rest to their own devices

( Time lapse; 8 hours. )
 ( Please roll 1d8 to see how much sleep your character got during the night! )

[badger]

Badger had been quite happily zoned out during the food eating process. The few exceptions to this was the barked comment offered by the tall red bloke - which received a vaguely muttered "and you kiss your mother with that mouth?" around a hunk of bread; a small laugh when Viola offered up her own prayer "would've worked at Ma Honeycombs table..."; and when Rhyldrin admonished her about table eating. "I'll eat your table yeh skinny beast." Hadn't really thought that last one through.

But in either case, she was pleasantly stuffed by the time the message came to turn in. She'd wave a hand when their de facto hostess gracefully gave her permission to polish off the last of the spread: while Badger was satiated for the moment, there was always the midnight snacking hour, pre-breakfast breakfast and post breakfast-snack that needed to be accounted for, so she would probably pilfer the leftovers at some point later on. She was actually eating more than considered normal for regular halflings, if asked she would only shrug her shoulders and leave it be - but the druids at the Enclave would probably offer up a long winded lecture about energy burned during shapeshifting and how much of that needed to be returned to the Tree of Life.

Finally giving up her plate, she allowed herself to walk slowly to the room she'd chucked her kit in: staring at the bed in silence for a few minutes.

"...damnit."

Heaving a sigh, she'd stand up on her tiptoes and pull the blankets and pillows from the bed, and simply curl up in a little nest underneath the human sized structure. She didn't have the energy for mountaineering after that meal!

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[Rhyldrin Ken'rae]

The dark skinned example of pure sexiness didn't get a kiss? Blasphemy! It was too be expected though, once they started they seldom stopped with just the touching of lips. That and he was in the doorway before she started offering the blessings of that surely soft mouth. After listening from the doorway, in regard to plan for the next morning, he continued on to his room.

After removing his cloak, and the packs that had been secured around his waste, he moved into the comfort (or lack thereof) of his room's bed. His toned and dark gray body stood out in contrast to the white sheets, a vision of utopia for any female. Taking a deep breath he would close his eyes and see if the mistress of sleep embraced him fully or played hard to get for the evening ahead.

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[Kythin Steelfang]

It was not ill advised.. to be well rested prior to finding out the details of what their invitation requested of them. Slow to respond to the subject of calling it a night, the Knight succeeded in a nod to Ophelia.. prior to reaching out a moment that allowed the Dragon to cup her cheek.. it'd suffice after all. " Sleep Soundly, sia usjalil. " Not that he expected anything but the context of those draconic words to be deciphered.. really he truly did need to teach the woman the language. 

A hand withdrew with the inevitable start to begin the trek to his own room for the night now that their supper had come to an end. Dragons did like their sleep after all. 

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[Head Moderator]

"I figured everyone was in a hurry to eat, or I would have given a much longer and more flowery prayer. Perhaps next time,"

She grinned to Kythin and ate her fill, until it was the time for them all to retire. To her chambers she went, usually she did not have to worry about sleeping but in this new place, all wired up and excited about what was to come, she could very well have not slept at all! She'd try though, cuddled up in the soft bed, within the many pillows she'd stolen from other rooms if she had to.

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[Ophelia Harrington]

It did not take long for Ophelia to fall asleep that night despite her excitement at seeing Kythin and Viola, and with the prospect of seeing her parents and little brother again. It had been a harrowing journey for the young bard, and she had only recently arrived before the rest of the group. Her dreams were filled with her past adventures and her hopes for their next one. Many questions had been asked about the ruins they were bound for and no real answers had ever been given. If someone had told her when she was leaving Bryony that the Academy would invite her back to look into it? She was have scarce believed it.

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SLEEP BONUSES/Disadvantages

8 Hours: +5 Alert, Intelligence

6 Hours: +3 Alert, Intelligence

4 Hours: +1 Alert, Intelligence

3 Hours or less: -3 Alert, Intelligence

( DM ) Once awoken, the adventurers would smell and taste the aroma of freshly cooked bacon, sausage, eggs and any other breakfast accompaniments that one would expect. It was set up much like the buffet the evening before so that they could help themselves to whatever they wished. In the stables, horses were being prepared (their own, if they had brought them) and provisions had been set up for the ride to Bryony. Each member of the party had saddle bags filled with enough dried meats, water and provisions for cooking for 3 days. They had enough for the horses, to boot.

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[badger]

A set of tiny paws grabbed hold of her face and squeezed, the faint sound of chittering noises gradually making their way into her range of hearing, prompting a few groggy swings of her arm to dislodge the offender. But it held on tight. Eventually, her eyes opened and through the darkness she made out the face of a small creature .. a polecat, its masked face staring at her intently.

“ .. Coel? Whatchadoinhereimtryinaslee...”

Drifting off mid sentence earned her a bite on the nose, startling her awake and causing her to smack her head on the underside of the bed. Foolish human engineering, too tall to climb in comfortably but somehow not tall enough to allow a halfling to sit up underneath!

“Beory be damned what was that in aid of?!”

The polecat glared at her until he was certain that he had her full attention before chattering excitedly: paws waved all over the place as it played out what was going on back at the Enclave, the gritty details sobering the normally jovial, simpatico, if cranky halfling. Rubbing her face with a hand, she scooted out from underneath the bed with the polecat on her chest, fingertip then encouraging the small beast to scurry up to her shoulders so that she could get her things in order – while she repacked her bag and made the bed as best she could able, it settled behind her neck like a stole, gripping onto her shirt with sharp little claws.

“An wha, this started happenin' a few hours ago? You sure? An you have any idea how long it took me to get here?! Tch.”

Coel surely did, having walked it himself! Or so he claimed. He actually flew. Not that he'd tell her that.

“Yeh yeh yeh .. Jus a moment.”

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she withdrew a bit of paper from the small cubby next to the bed and took up the writing implement offered, scrawling out a note that simply read “Sry got to leev Enclayve in a bit of bother need all hands. Gud luk.”. Once finished she chucked it on her bed, straightened her britches and marched confidently out of the bedroom door: only getting lost twice as she navigated the halls in the dead of night whilst the other members still slept. Fortunately Coel was with her, once they were outside and under the moon he lifted a paw to indicate the direction she should head off in, her eyes keen in the dim light. At least the return trip would be faster!

[Ophelia Harrington]

( I have decided to end this campaign early. RP EXP will be issued to those that were still willing participants up until the 13/02/2014. Thank you for participating and I apologize for the inconvenience. )