Ivor looks like he's just seen a ghost. And as far as he can tell, he has. But, being a Faenor means being hospitable, so he manages to get out a, "Ivor, it's... nice to meet you. You are?"
Theran grips Ivor's shoulder slightly tighter as an indication of comfort. "And I am Theran, acolyte of the temple of Bhall"
Ivor looks up at Theran with a slightly confused yet grateful look on his face.
A peculiar expression that can only be described as a smile emerges on the strange woman's face. It makes her whole face stiffen, as if afflicted by rigor mortis. The sky's faint light adds a supernatural, almost spectral quality to her unique, round features, namely her pale yet pinkish mahogany skin and her obsidian and dark cerulean eyes. There is an underlying edge to her blank, unreadable eyes.
"Hello, my name is Amatis Blackthorn. What a pleasure it is to meet you all." Amatis says in an inhumanly delicate fashion and an equally as delicate smile.
A peculiar expression that can only be described as a smile emerges on the strange woman's face. It makes her whole face stiffen, as if afflicted by rigor mortis. The sky's faint light adds a supernatural, almost spectral quality to her unique, round features, namely her pale yet pinkish mahogany skin and her obsidian and dark cerulean eyes. There is an underlying edge to her blank, unreadable eyes.
"Hello, my name is Amatis Blackthorn. What a pleasure it is to meet you all." Amatis says in an inhumanly delicate fashion and an equally as delicate smile.
"Is there something you want? Or are you here to greet us? I'm having are hard time with all these new folk popping out of nowhere" Thera says in a plain tone. Not mean, nor inviting. Simply neutral.
A peculiar expression that can only be described as a smile emerges on the strange woman's face. It makes her whole face stiffen, as if afflicted by rigor mortis. The sky's faint light adds a supernatural, almost spectral quality to her unique, round features, namely her pale yet pinkish mahogany skin and her obsidian and dark cerulean eyes. There is an underlying edge to her blank, unreadable eyes.
"Hello, my name is Amatis Blackthorn. What a pleasure it is to meet you all." Amatis says in an inhumanly delicate fashion and an equally as delicate smile.
"Is there something you want? Or are you here to greet us? I'm having are hard time with all these new folk popping out of nowhere" Thera says in a plain tone. Not mean, nor inviting. Simply neutral.
Amatis' smile widens two-fold, becoming so pleasant that it's almost unpleasant. She beams her almost overwhelming smile at Thera and merely chuckles lightly at her question.
"I would like to accompany you all if you wouldn't mind. I seem to have lost my way and think I would be safer accompanying you all." The mysterious woman says in an inappropriately gleeful manner.
A peculiar expression that can only be described as a smile emerges on the strange woman's face. It makes her whole face stiffen, as if afflicted by rigor mortis. The sky's faint light adds a supernatural, almost spectral quality to her unique, round features, namely her pale yet pinkish mahogany skin and her obsidian and dark cerulean eyes. There is an underlying edge to her blank, unreadable eyes.
"Hello, my name is Amatis Blackthorn. What a pleasure it is to meet you all." Amatis says in an inhumanly delicate fashion and an equally as delicate smile.
"Is there something you want? Or are you here to greet us? I'm having are hard time with all these new folk popping out of nowhere" Thera says in a plain tone. Not mean, nor inviting. Simply neutral.
Amatis' smile widens two-fold, becoming so pleasant that it's almost unpleasant. She beams her almost overwhelming smile at Thera and merely chuckles lightly at her question.
"I would like to accompany you all if you wouldn't mind. I seem to have lost my way and think I would be safer accompanying you all." The mysterious woman says in an inappropriately gleeful manner.
"Might as well" Thera shrugs and relaxes slightly. He then continues down the road. "Let's get going. If we don't get to town before nightfall, strangers appearing will be the least of our problems"
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
"Maybe the Morninglord wants to keep you safe. Maybe that's why I was here at just the right time."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
"Maybe the Morninglord wants to keep you safe. Maybe that's why I was here at just the right time."
Bele shakes her head slightly. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder,"she mutters under her breath as their group is joined by what could easily be a ghost, or undead...or who knows. Her right hand goes instinctively to the hilt of her sword as they walk, her demeanour outwardly calm but inwardly she is definitely on edge.
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
"Maybe the Morninglord wants to keep you safe. Maybe that's why I was here at just the right time."
Theran checks his knowledge of the Morninglord
Religion check, please.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
"Maybe the Morninglord wants to keep you safe. Maybe that's why I was here at just the right time."
"Who the hell is the Morninglord?" Ivor also checks to see if the name rings a bell.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Theran gives Ivor a smile of confidence.
A peculiar expression that can only be described as a smile emerges on the strange woman's face. It makes her whole face stiffen, as if afflicted by rigor mortis. The sky's faint light adds a supernatural, almost spectral quality to her unique, round features, namely her pale yet pinkish mahogany skin and her obsidian and dark cerulean eyes. There is an underlying edge to her blank, unreadable eyes.
"Hello, my name is Amatis Blackthorn. What a pleasure it is to meet you all." Amatis says in an inhumanly delicate fashion and an equally as delicate smile.
"Is there something you want? Or are you here to greet us? I'm having are hard time with all these new folk popping out of nowhere" Thera says in a plain tone. Not mean, nor inviting. Simply neutral.
Amatis' smile widens two-fold, becoming so pleasant that it's almost unpleasant. She beams her almost overwhelming smile at Thera and merely chuckles lightly at her question.
"I would like to accompany you all if you wouldn't mind. I seem to have lost my way and think I would be safer accompanying you all." The mysterious woman says in an inappropriately gleeful manner.
"Might as well" Thera shrugs and relaxes slightly. He then continues down the road. "Let's get going. If we don't get to town before nightfall, strangers appearing will be the least of our problems"
Your presence in this dreary land has not gone unnoticed. A raven follows you for several minutes while keeping a respectful distance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thera tries to investigate the raven.
"It's a bird." Ivor points at the raven. "Why's the bird followin' us?"
It jumps back a bit when she gets close. Strangely, it remains silent.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't know but someone's watching us. Everyone be prepared, we might have a fight in our hands soon enough" Thera continues walking, checking over his shoulder every so often.
"Oh come on..." Ivor preemptively gets out his warhammer, holding it in front of him with both hands. "Who'd be watchin' us, though? We just got 'ere."
"Maybe the Morninglord wants to keep you safe. Maybe that's why I was here at just the right time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Theran checks his knowledge of the Morninglord
Bele shakes her head slightly. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder," she mutters under her breath as their group is joined by what could easily be a ghost, or undead...or who knows. Her right hand goes instinctively to the hilt of her sword as they walk, her demeanour outwardly calm but inwardly she is definitely on edge.
Religion check, please.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Who the hell is the Morninglord?" Ivor also checks to see if the name rings a bell.
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