"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
“Make sure no one draws sex organs on his beak while he hallucinates. Convince him to swear oath to my lord Kelemvor. Hold him when he cries. “
Grinner mutters a benediction in Draconic, passing her little hands through a blessing for Morgan and Cloud.
” He has few friends. His birth and the path he chose lock him to solitude more often than not. There are few who would stand by Kenku, his race is almost as hated as mine.”
Now clean of the grime of her travels, Grinner removes her cloak, carefully hanging it on the beak of the unresponsive Nine. She wears a pale gray dress, embroidered with runes that match those etched into her horns. Free of the cloak a long sword is visible, the blade alone longer than she is tall, and the hilt strangely balanced with a large pommel shaped like a set of scales. She removes the weapon and leans it against Nine, then sits on his lap to bring her high enough to rest her elbows on the table and begins writing careful notation in a tiny book dangling from a chain around one wrist.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
”I didn’t catch your names , loves. As I said, I am Grinner’s Last. You may call me Grinner. ‘Your eminence, your grace, and Mother’are all common titles if you are the boring type.”
She scratches her chin with her quill, oblivious to the ink stain left on her pale scales.
”Come to think of it, Mother sounds best. Nine and his old party always called me that.”
Grinner makes another careful notation in the tiny book before answering Morgan.
” I don’t have to. I enjoy it. Besides, the waxing on that cloak is made from the excretions of a Neothelid. I don’t particularly want to hunt up a replacement just to fix it if its scratched.”
She snuggles a little deeper into the blanket laid over Nine”s lap.
”Calm thy fears, child. I grew up with this ranger. We used to sleep in piles like puppies when Grimly and Hazel were done training us.”
*I can imagine. Never been to the place myself, but I've heard stories.*
She pauses with a concerned look at Nine.
*You said Nine is...away, somehow? Dreamquesting I think you said?*
Grinner picks up one of Nine’s arrows, and begins thoroughly poking him in various places with the feathered end.
”Yeah, he does this sometimes. He’s a very spiritual guy, our Nine. Probably hoping for some guidance in tracking down my Clutch. “
Grinner turns her head and spits, using prestidigitation to incinerate the droplets before they hit the floor.
”It’s a fools errand. Take it from me, the gods are quite content to let the rest of us deal with Nim.”
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How about you fish boy?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Morgan's face hardens at the mention of Nim.
*So you know this Nim character as well?*
Cloud's ears swivel at the mention of Nim's name, her eyes narrowing. Nim? You know him?
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“Faceless Nim?” Grinner laughs. “He hatched four minutes after me. We are of the same Clutch.”
She clutches her holy symbol, “But do not think we share anything else, aside from magic.”
Morgan nods her understanding, then casts another concerned look at Nine.
*Is there anything I can do to help him, that you can think of?*
“Make sure no one draws sex organs on his beak while he hallucinates. Convince him to swear oath to my lord Kelemvor. Hold him when he cries. “
Grinner mutters a benediction in Draconic, passing her little hands through a blessing for Morgan and Cloud.
” He has few friends. His birth and the path he chose lock him to solitude more often than not. There are few who would stand by Kenku, his race is almost as hated as mine.”
Morgan cocks an eyebrow at how specific that first option was, but nods her understanding.
*I think I can manage that. I know what it's like to be alone.*
Of course. I'm happy to keep watch on him. Being alone can be hard, but companionship can make the difference.
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Now clean of the grime of her travels, Grinner removes her cloak, carefully hanging it on the beak of the unresponsive Nine. She wears a pale gray dress, embroidered with runes that match those etched into her horns. Free of the cloak a long sword is visible, the blade alone longer than she is tall, and the hilt strangely balanced with a large pommel shaped like a set of scales. She removes the weapon and leans it against Nine, then sits on his lap to bring her high enough to rest her elbows on the table and begins writing careful notation in a tiny book dangling from a chain around one wrist.
Maru watches all of this in fascination from the bar.
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Scarlet enters the portable dungeon.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Checking to make sure he had everything he may need, The Genasi followed Scarlet through the Portal.
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”I didn’t catch your names , loves. As I said, I am Grinner’s Last. You may call me Grinner. ‘Your eminence, your grace, and Mother’are all common titles if you are the boring type.”
She scratches her chin with her quill, oblivious to the ink stain left on her pale scales.
”Come to think of it, Mother sounds best. Nine and his old party always called me that.”
*Morgan Tiernay, of Kythyss,* Morgan replies, although she has a rather concerned look at Grinner's activities.
*Umm...pardon my asking...but do you HAVE to treat Nine like a piece of furniture?*
Grinner makes another careful notation in the tiny book before answering Morgan.
” I don’t have to. I enjoy it. Besides, the waxing on that cloak is made from the excretions of a Neothelid. I don’t particularly want to hunt up a replacement just to fix it if its scratched.”
She snuggles a little deeper into the blanket laid over Nine”s lap.
”Calm thy fears, child. I grew up with this ranger. We used to sleep in piles like puppies when Grimly and Hazel were done training us.”
Morgan's Insight: 5