The sky is covered in grey clouds but there is still light out. Being the first day of Monsoon, rain and storms are expected. Luckily you are not faced with storms but you are faced with the long rain rain sessions the season is known for. There is a continuous light spattering of rain falling from above with no sign of stopping. Those who have grown up in Rurik can tell by looking at the skies that you're expecting a 4 day long session. There have been no pirates seen so far. You've been on the water for the whole day. There is a constant sound of waves as the ship cuts across the ocean. The ship is not in any danger of pooling water because the rain is light. However, the crew is in danger of being sick from the rain. The dreary sky and the wet atmosphere tends to do a number on a person's mood. Even the most fanatic lover of rain and water is bound to get tired and annoyed at this non-stop 4 day session of sprinkling. Where the Summer was hot to the point of heating up armor, you feel a little cold as your clothes refuse to dry in this weather.
Elsara will be using her spells to dry people off as they head under deck after shifts, planning out how to develop a spell in the future. Rainfall can be annoying to people, but if there were some way to make a basic abjuring barrier that preventing droplets of water (like rainfall) from penetrating it, they would be sheltered from the rain with little arcane energy expended. Perhaps she could make this spell in the future, and sailors would be more content when travelling in such weather. She is mostly thankful her spells are prepared in a metallic sheet tome, so rainfall will have a hard time causing problems to that.
(Time to invent an umbrella spell! Just a bit of fun for when there's downtime.)
Runt will flashback RP purchase a handmade of returning.
On the ship, Runt will try to keep to herself for the first couple days. She tries to maintain a potion at the highest possible point on the ship she can and meditate, trying to for the first time commune with the diety that has chosen her and what he intends for her.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
The nonstop rain has caused the temperature to drop significantly. There's a fog and it is hard to see now. Strangely still no pirates. The captain is concerned. "We've been at sear for more than 2 days. I expected an attack by now."
Gendan has a dream the other night:
Gendan finds herself in a very cold and dark place. Even with her advanced darkvision, she can't see more than 10ft ahead of her. The sky above her is black with no stars or clouds. Looking up feels like looking in to a bottomless pit. There are even stone borders that encircle the abyss above her yet these borders seem to dissolve into the darkness to give way to this place she's in. There are various tall houses around her. Each of the houses are made of metal and stone. They are taller than any tower Gendan has seen. Some of the houses have open doors. Bright light comes out from those doors. However, something inside Gendan tells her to avoid entering these houses. All the while, she feels she's being watched closely. Finally, she reaches a metal wall. Then a group of winged fiends swoop down from the abyssal sky and lift Gendan hundreds of feet into the air. As she is flow high, she realizes that the metal wall was actually a gargantuan tower. The flying demons drop Gendan off at the top of the tower. There she finds herself face to face with a massive fiend. The demon is so large that it makes Terrasques look small in comparison. It's body seems to be made of stone and bone. Cracks in the skin give way to fleshy growths that have formed. The creature has winds larger than the largest python known to man. It's face looks like a bird skull but instead of a beak, it has a very wide grin that reveals rows of razor sharp and pointy teeth. The creature has four horns, two that go sideways and two that curve back. It's arms and legs are disturbingly humanoid. A large spiny tail wraps around its feet. Two red dots which must be the thing's eyes float like will-o-wisps in the large hollow eye sockets. The creature speaks. It's voice is loud yet raspy. It's like the voice of an asthmatic was amplified several hundred times through a large metal tube.
"Gendan, Erenaeth. I welcome you to my little corner of Hell. I am Belial, King of the Gargoyle and the owner of your soul. I had other plans for you when I first saved you from the afterlife but now things have changed. You have been growing rapidly in power and you have resisted the calling of one of our enemies. Perhaps you will be more useful to me than I initially though."
"Maybe they didn't want to come out in the bad weather."Elsara suggests in a positive manner. "Hopefully they weren't tipped off to the whole pretending to be merchants thing." She ponders as to what might happen if they end up getting lost in the fog, perhaps the fog might take them off to a new world with spooky monsters and adventure! "Oh, I can send messages back to shore if we need to send updates. Only once or twice a day, but if we need to tell Mr. Sweetcane what's happening or something."
Captain Cerax looks a bit annoyed and says, "Mr. Sweetcane isn't the boss here. We already have a sender. First Mate is a wizard much like yourself. He sends messages to the coast once every other day." He looks up at the droplets of water that pour from the sky nonstop. "Maybe the bad weather might have something to do with it."
(The latter was more directed to the party, sorry for not clarifying.)
"Oh, okay then." Elsara looks a little deflated. She then goes back to her thoughts about how to develop a spell to hold back the weather for more comfortable travel in the rain, then pulls her tavelling cloak around herself to keep herself dry.
After Gendan’s dream, she awakens abruptly. Her sword appears in her hand and it is drawn at the ready. Her heart beats fast as she tries to shake it off.
She is not particularly fond of the seafaring life, but even more so, she just wants a fight. She needs an outlet for her aggression and being cooped up on the ship is making her antsy.
To Devarus, being at sea over the past few days have been both a blessing and a curse. The cold and Elsara's warm clothing service not withstanding, something about being on the open water, and seeing virtually nothing for miles on end reminded him of something. 'If only my bones were so enthusiastic' He thought and laughed over at some point or another.
"Could be interference? Is it normal for such magic to obstructed by something so mundane?" Devarus asks the good captain, but would to any of the more magic inclined team members about as well. "If not, we should especially be on our guard now. As this fog just might be a cover for them."Having said that, Devarus promptly starts to restring his bow, and kept a closer eye out on the sides. Then after thinking about it a few seconds more, a more wary Devarus moves towards the stern then port of the ship to look over the side directly.
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
After a couple days of meditating to try to commune with the Stormlord, she gives up. He clearly doesn't want to talk to her directly. By the third day she would seek out Deva to talk to him in private. IF she is to move past the events at the castle, she must make her mind known to him she feels.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
The captain responds "The weather is not messing around with spells though you are right. The fog impedes our vision and I doubt we'll be able to use our secret weapon effectively in weather like this. In such case, we might have to deal with them with just the Grape Shot and the warriors we have on board." He gives Deva a look, "You carry yourself like a soldier. Have you served in Rurik's military before? If so, what's your rank?"
(Before you ask, The Sydil Guard aren't directly part of Rurik's Military. Neither is the Cosmer Guard. However the Coast Guard IS part of the Rurik Military.)
Devarus is not hard man to find, but perhaps difficult to get a hold of. When he wasn't busy learning the ins and outs of working the artillery, he kept busy patrolling, or keeping lookout. And even when 'off duty', he tried to learn a thing or two from the ship's Cook. But if just asked to speak in private, and perhaps seeing the serious look on her face, Devarus nods his aggrement without hesitation.
Assuming they can find anything like a private room or less frequented portion of the ship, Devarus sets aside his bow, leans against a wall, and regards Runt with both concern and curiosity. He says nothing, but instead trust her to speak at her own pace.
(Assuming for now that this takes place before any comments about fog and magic)
Devarus lightly blushes and mentally kicks himself, realizing only then that old habits had been fallen upon. However, he remains prompt to an extent, and straightens out his back. "Sir. Not directly. Though I am a former officer of the Sydil's Watchmen -- *clears throat* Sydil's Guard."He says as much, withholding for now his managing to weasel out of promotion to corporeal over the years.
Decent reason though they may have been....
"I... resigned a few days ago to join the Adventurer's Guild. No dramatic reason. Just... things were plenty in order back home. And I thought I could do more good for the greater world with this last century of life these old bones got." He admits as much, meeting the captain's eyes throughout it all.
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
(Yes, Runt's conversation does happen before the captain talks to Deva)
The captain says, "The Guild you say? I have heard stories of the members of the Guild being highly competent at their job. I would take that to mean you were also stellar in the guard. Perhaps we could have used someone like that in the Rurik Army."
Runt looks anxious. I need to explain. I am sorry for what happened at the castle. I understand the amulet was to blame, but not for the words and feelings behind them. I was raised know my weakness and being able to find the weakness in others. My words towards you were my own thoughts forced outwards. I am sorry those feeling exist. I am sorry I was not strong enough to overcome my darkness. I will do better.
Runt begins to cry part way through. She has never seemed so vulnerable before.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Devarus gets this real thoughtful look on his face before his eyes suddenly widen. Then with very little warning, he chuckles, and without hesitation tries to wrap Runt in a hug. Before she can say anything, and hopefully give her pause long enough to not shove him away immediately, the aged half-drow says warmly, "I believe you will, Miss Ruu. Have no fear or doubt of that." He pulls away just enough to keep his hands on her shoulders. "And you are a lot stronger than you think you are. Not just physically. Every choice you've made between then and now is proof of that... Though it may be hard to see."
After giver her shoulders a few pats, he folds his hands behind himself and smiles. "Also, let us face it. I am /not/ exactly a spring chicken. Nor do I have any business commanding anyone in this company in all fairness."He grins. "Truth is, I'm surprised I hadn't been called out for it sooner; especially given how much I've probably weighed you all down."His tone is casual, yet his expression conveyed some genuine belief in the statement. In spite of it all, the admission hardly phased him more than that.
Back to the Captain:
Devarus half-smile falters for a second. But then, whether to cover it up, or simply for some other reason, he cannot keep a chuckle from escaping afterwards. "While I can account for the guild certainly having some exceptional people within its ranks, I do not quite consider myself one of those just yet. If perhaps after another five years I have managed to work off the rust of peace that built up over the past ten or so years..." He flashes a small smirk, then nods. "The compliment before is appreciated."
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Runt flinches slightly at the hug. Positive contact is not something the unusually small halforc girl was used to. I am glad you do not hate me. I am not used to people not hating me.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
"Hmm... I wonder if Val can help with lifting the fog a little. That seems like druidcraft." Elsara mentions, going to find her friend wherever he is located to enquire if he can cast anything to help with the visibility.
Alright so here are the prices of some Returning weapons
Javelin = 200 GP
Handaxe = 650 GP
Light Hammer = 350 GP
(Will update plot soon)
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Monsoon 1
Time: 11:00 AM
The sky is covered in grey clouds but there is still light out. Being the first day of Monsoon, rain and storms are expected. Luckily you are not faced with storms but you are faced with the long rain rain sessions the season is known for. There is a continuous light spattering of rain falling from above with no sign of stopping. Those who have grown up in Rurik can tell by looking at the skies that you're expecting a 4 day long session. There have been no pirates seen so far. You've been on the water for the whole day. There is a constant sound of waves as the ship cuts across the ocean. The ship is not in any danger of pooling water because the rain is light. However, the crew is in danger of being sick from the rain. The dreary sky and the wet atmosphere tends to do a number on a person's mood. Even the most fanatic lover of rain and water is bound to get tired and annoyed at this non-stop 4 day session of sprinkling. Where the Summer was hot to the point of heating up armor, you feel a little cold as your clothes refuse to dry in this weather.
Elsara will be using her spells to dry people off as they head under deck after shifts, planning out how to develop a spell in the future. Rainfall can be annoying to people, but if there were some way to make a basic abjuring barrier that preventing droplets of water (like rainfall) from penetrating it, they would be sheltered from the rain with little arcane energy expended. Perhaps she could make this spell in the future, and sailors would be more content when travelling in such weather. She is mostly thankful her spells are prepared in a metallic sheet tome, so rainfall will have a hard time causing problems to that.
(Time to invent an umbrella spell! Just a bit of fun for when there's downtime.)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Runt will flashback RP purchase a handmade of returning.
On the ship, Runt will try to keep to herself for the first couple days. She tries to maintain a potion at the highest possible point on the ship she can and meditate, trying to for the first time commune with the diety that has chosen her and what he intends for her.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Monsoon 3
Time: 8: 00 AM
The nonstop rain has caused the temperature to drop significantly. There's a fog and it is hard to see now. Strangely still no pirates. The captain is concerned. "We've been at sear for more than 2 days. I expected an attack by now."
Gendan has a dream the other night:
Gendan finds herself in a very cold and dark place. Even with her advanced darkvision, she can't see more than 10ft ahead of her. The sky above her is black with no stars or clouds. Looking up feels like looking in to a bottomless pit. There are even stone borders that encircle the abyss above her yet these borders seem to dissolve into the darkness to give way to this place she's in. There are various tall houses around her. Each of the houses are made of metal and stone. They are taller than any tower Gendan has seen. Some of the houses have open doors. Bright light comes out from those doors. However, something inside Gendan tells her to avoid entering these houses. All the while, she feels she's being watched closely. Finally, she reaches a metal wall. Then a group of winged fiends swoop down from the abyssal sky and lift Gendan hundreds of feet into the air. As she is flow high, she realizes that the metal wall was actually a gargantuan tower. The flying demons drop Gendan off at the top of the tower. There she finds herself face to face with a massive fiend. The demon is so large that it makes Terrasques look small in comparison. It's body seems to be made of stone and bone. Cracks in the skin give way to fleshy growths that have formed. The creature has winds larger than the largest python known to man. It's face looks like a bird skull but instead of a beak, it has a very wide grin that reveals rows of razor sharp and pointy teeth. The creature has four horns, two that go sideways and two that curve back. It's arms and legs are disturbingly humanoid. A large spiny tail wraps around its feet. Two red dots which must be the thing's eyes float like will-o-wisps in the large hollow eye sockets. The creature speaks. It's voice is loud yet raspy. It's like the voice of an asthmatic was amplified several hundred times through a large metal tube.
"Gendan, Erenaeth. I welcome you to my little corner of Hell. I am Belial, King of the Gargoyle and the owner of your soul. I had other plans for you when I first saved you from the afterlife but now things have changed. You have been growing rapidly in power and you have resisted the calling of one of our enemies. Perhaps you will be more useful to me than I initially though."
"Maybe they didn't want to come out in the bad weather." Elsara suggests in a positive manner. "Hopefully they weren't tipped off to the whole pretending to be merchants thing." She ponders as to what might happen if they end up getting lost in the fog, perhaps the fog might take them off to a new world with spooky monsters and adventure! "Oh, I can send messages back to shore if we need to send updates. Only once or twice a day, but if we need to tell Mr. Sweetcane what's happening or something."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Captain Cerax looks a bit annoyed and says, "Mr. Sweetcane isn't the boss here. We already have a sender. First Mate is a wizard much like yourself. He sends messages to the coast once every other day." He looks up at the droplets of water that pour from the sky nonstop. "Maybe the bad weather might have something to do with it."
(The latter was more directed to the party, sorry for not clarifying.)
"Oh, okay then." Elsara looks a little deflated. She then goes back to her thoughts about how to develop a spell to hold back the weather for more comfortable travel in the rain, then pulls her tavelling cloak around herself to keep herself dry.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
(Oh sorry. I'm going to say that the captain was around in earshot when she said it as a justification.)
After Gendan’s dream, she awakens abruptly. Her sword appears in her hand and it is drawn at the ready. Her heart beats fast as she tries to shake it off.
She is not particularly fond of the seafaring life, but even more so, she just wants a fight. She needs an outlet for her aggression and being cooped up on the ship is making her antsy.
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To Devarus, being at sea over the past few days have been both a blessing and a curse. The cold and Elsara's warm clothing service not withstanding, something about being on the open water, and seeing virtually nothing for miles on end reminded him of something. 'If only my bones were so enthusiastic' He thought and laughed over at some point or another.
"Could be interference? Is it normal for such magic to obstructed by something so mundane?" Devarus asks the good captain, but would to any of the more magic inclined team members about as well. "If not, we should especially be on our guard now. As this fog just might be a cover for them." Having said that, Devarus promptly starts to restring his bow, and kept a closer eye out on the sides. Then after thinking about it a few seconds more, a more wary Devarus moves towards the stern then port of the ship to look over the side directly.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
After a couple days of meditating to try to commune with the Stormlord, she gives up. He clearly doesn't want to talk to her directly. By the third day she would seek out Deva to talk to him in private. IF she is to move past the events at the castle, she must make her mind known to him she feels.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
The captain responds "The weather is not messing around with spells though you are right. The fog impedes our vision and I doubt we'll be able to use our secret weapon effectively in weather like this. In such case, we might have to deal with them with just the Grape Shot and the warriors we have on board." He gives Deva a look, "You carry yourself like a soldier. Have you served in Rurik's military before? If so, what's your rank?"
(Before you ask, The Sydil Guard aren't directly part of Rurik's Military. Neither is the Cosmer Guard. However the Coast Guard IS part of the Rurik Military.)
For Runt:
Devarus is not hard man to find, but perhaps difficult to get a hold of. When he wasn't busy learning the ins and outs of working the artillery, he kept busy patrolling, or keeping lookout. And even when 'off duty', he tried to learn a thing or two from the ship's Cook. But if just asked to speak in private, and perhaps seeing the serious look on her face, Devarus nods his aggrement without hesitation.
Assuming they can find anything like a private room or less frequented portion of the ship, Devarus sets aside his bow, leans against a wall, and regards Runt with both concern and curiosity. He says nothing, but instead trust her to speak at her own pace.
(Assuming for now that this takes place before any comments about fog and magic)
Devarus lightly blushes and mentally kicks himself, realizing only then that old habits had been fallen upon. However, he remains prompt to an extent, and straightens out his back. "Sir. Not directly. Though I am a former officer of the Sydil's Watchmen -- *clears throat* Sydil's Guard." He says as much, withholding for now his managing to weasel out of promotion to corporeal over the years.
Decent reason though they may have been....
"I... resigned a few days ago to join the Adventurer's Guild. No dramatic reason. Just... things were plenty in order back home. And I thought I could do more good for the greater world with this last century of life these old bones got." He admits as much, meeting the captain's eyes throughout it all.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
(Yes, Runt's conversation does happen before the captain talks to Deva)
The captain says, "The Guild you say? I have heard stories of the members of the Guild being highly competent at their job. I would take that to mean you were also stellar in the guard. Perhaps we could have used someone like that in the Rurik Army."
For Deva:
Runt looks anxious. I need to explain. I am sorry for what happened at the castle. I understand the amulet was to blame, but not for the words and feelings behind them. I was raised know my weakness and being able to find the weakness in others. My words towards you were my own thoughts forced outwards. I am sorry those feeling exist. I am sorry I was not strong enough to overcome my darkness. I will do better.
Runt begins to cry part way through. She has never seemed so vulnerable before.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
For Runt:
Devarus gets this real thoughtful look on his face before his eyes suddenly widen. Then with very little warning, he chuckles, and without hesitation tries to wrap Runt in a hug. Before she can say anything, and hopefully give her pause long enough to not shove him away immediately, the aged half-drow says warmly, "I believe you will, Miss Ruu. Have no fear or doubt of that." He pulls away just enough to keep his hands on her shoulders. "And you are a lot stronger than you think you are. Not just physically. Every choice you've made between then and now is proof of that... Though it may be hard to see."
After giver her shoulders a few pats, he folds his hands behind himself and smiles. "Also, let us face it. I am /not/ exactly a spring chicken. Nor do I have any business commanding anyone in this company in all fairness." He grins. "Truth is, I'm surprised I hadn't been called out for it sooner; especially given how much I've probably weighed you all down." His tone is casual, yet his expression conveyed some genuine belief in the statement. In spite of it all, the admission hardly phased him more than that.
Back to the Captain:
Devarus half-smile falters for a second. But then, whether to cover it up, or simply for some other reason, he cannot keep a chuckle from escaping afterwards. "While I can account for the guild certainly having some exceptional people within its ranks, I do not quite consider myself one of those just yet. If perhaps after another five years I have managed to work off the rust of peace that built up over the past ten or so years..." He flashes a small smirk, then nods. "The compliment before is appreciated."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
For Deva,
Runt flinches slightly at the hug. Positive contact is not something the unusually small halforc girl was used to. I am glad you do not hate me. I am not used to people not hating me.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
"Hmm... I wonder if Val can help with lifting the fog a little. That seems like druidcraft." Elsara mentions, going to find her friend wherever he is located to enquire if he can cast anything to help with the visibility.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
(Watching the RP play out)