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Gwyllen reaches takes Nyree’s hand and rises to her feet smiling weakly. “Thank you, Nyree. It sounds like we might have similar modus operandi.”
She pulls her water skin around and pops the cap again, sparing a small handful to wipe the blood grime from her face. Running a hand through her tangled hair, she lets out a rolling croon from the back of her throat and Fiachra blooms from within the feathers on the shoulder of her cloak with a disconcerting twist and mess of feathers. It gives her a soft peck on the ear, chastising her as usual.
Retrieving her spear, she begins opening her mouth to say something in Pheral’s direction, but just then the rowdy Dwarf begins violently murdering a rabbit against the door.
She turns to Nyree in disbelief as the Dwarf sinks through the door.“Maybe this one is so brain dead she fits the bill for entry. Either way, she’s worked it out where I have failed. I’m not sure I want to beat any small animals to death to use them as a key. For all we know about this place, that Dwarf may have been a ghost!"
She laughs at the ridiculousness of the thought, leaning against her spear as the pain catches up with her again.
“What do you all think? Should we hold hands and beat a squirrel to death, or might there be another way?”
Fiachra glances back at the door, blinking stoicly before letting out a short croak and an uncanny whisper, imitating the sound of Gwyllen’s voice –“Only only open to the dead.”
Jumping up, and smacking the back on Gwyllen’s head with her strangely corporeal wings, she takes to the sky. As she rises above the group, she scans the area around her for anything interesting, perhaps bones of some sort…
Gwyllen’s mind feels the rush of perception from above and she also begins to scan the area from below, adding to their unified view of the area.
Fiachra flies up to scan the surroundings. A tropical forest spreads out around them before disappearing into the mist. The line between this place and the beyond was playing tricks on her vision. Sometimes she could see shapes beyond the pale, but they would shift like clouds passing in the sky.
Looking around for anything that could bring death to her mistress was cut short when she spots a figure exiting the door behind Gwyllen. She caws in alert at the same moment she recognizes the figure. His arm is reaching out for Gwellyn and quickly takes hold of her garments around her left shoulder.
Diving back down to her companion, Fiachra can hear Omega make angry noises at Nyree, "How dare you test my Queen and your agreement in this way?! She is not yours to play with."
The other figures and the surrounding terrain begin to fade away, as the raven lands on Gwyllen's shoulder. Nyree puts her hands on her hips, "But we have a...spark between us, a similar modus operandi, her and I. She said so! Do not take her away. I'm enjoying her." Nyree pouts a bit as the whole scene is collapsing and nothing but the door remains.
Omega, "She is coming with me and you know damn well know why." Turning to Gwyllen and testing his grasp, "Do not break our connection...what has happened to you!" He looks at Neth and back to the raven child, "Why does this always happen to you." Shaking his head and her a bit, "You must remember her boon doesn't work if you are out of her sight. It (looks at Nyree) knows that, so be more careful."
He straightens up, "Good day, Neth. The Queen will be communicating with you shortly. We're leaving." Nyree pffts, "Ugh. She's so boring," then waves at Gwyllen, "Bye, for now, little one. I look forward to our next adventure." Omega scoffs and walks straight through the door, pulling Gwyllen with him.
Gwyllen reaches takes Nyree’s hand and rises to her feet smiling weakly. “Thank you, Nyree. It sounds like we might have similar modus operandi.”
She pulls her water skin around and pops the cap again, sparing a small handful to wipe the blood grime from her face. Running a hand through her tangled hair, she lets out a rolling croon from the back of her throat and Fiachra blooms from within the feathers on the shoulder of her cloak with a disconcerting twist and mess of feathers. It gives her a soft peck on the ear, chastising her as usual.
Retrieving her spear, she begins opening her mouth to say something in Pheral’s direction, but just then the rowdy Dwarf begins violently murdering a rabbit against the door.
She turns to Nyree in disbelief as the Dwarf sinks through the door. “Maybe this one is so brain dead she fits the bill for entry. Either way, she’s worked it out where I have failed. I’m not sure I want to beat any small animals to death to use them as a key. For all we know about this place, that Dwarf may have been a ghost!"
She laughs at the ridiculousness of the thought, leaning against her spear as the pain catches up with her again.
“What do you all think? Should we hold hands and beat a squirrel to death, or might there be another way?”
Fiachra glances back at the door, blinking stoicly before letting out a short croak and an uncanny whisper, imitating the sound of Gwyllen’s voice – “Only only open to the dead.”
Jumping up, and smacking the back on Gwyllen’s head with her strangely corporeal wings, she takes to the sky. As she rises above the group, she scans the area around her for anything interesting, perhaps bones of some sort…
Gwyllen’s mind feels the rush of perception from above and she also begins to scan the area from below, adding to their unified view of the area.
Perception with Help Action from Fiachra - 18
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Fiachra flies up to scan the surroundings. A tropical forest spreads out around them before disappearing into the mist. The line between this place and the beyond was playing tricks on her vision. Sometimes she could see shapes beyond the pale, but they would shift like clouds passing in the sky.
Looking around for anything that could bring death to her mistress was cut short when she spots a figure exiting the door behind Gwyllen. She caws in alert at the same moment she recognizes the figure. His arm is reaching out for Gwellyn and quickly takes hold of her garments around her left shoulder.
Diving back down to her companion, Fiachra can hear Omega make angry noises at Nyree, "How dare you test my Queen and your agreement in this way?! She is not yours to play with."
The other figures and the surrounding terrain begin to fade away, as the raven lands on Gwyllen's shoulder. Nyree puts her hands on her hips, "But we have a...spark between us, a similar modus operandi, her and I. She said so! Do not take her away. I'm enjoying her." Nyree pouts a bit as the whole scene is collapsing and nothing but the door remains.
Omega, "She is coming with me and you know damn well know why." Turning to Gwyllen and testing his grasp, "Do not break our connection...what has happened to you!" He looks at Neth and back to the raven child, "Why does this always happen to you." Shaking his head and her a bit, "You must remember her boon doesn't work if you are out of her sight. It (looks at Nyree) knows that, so be more careful."
He straightens up, "Good day, Neth. The Queen will be communicating with you shortly. We're leaving." Nyree pffts, "Ugh. She's so boring," then waves at Gwyllen, "Bye, for now, little one. I look forward to our next adventure." Omega scoffs and walks straight through the door, pulling Gwyllen with him.
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Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
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Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Gwyllen shakes her head as she is pulled through the door - "Here we go again..."
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys