Continuing to work at shelling the nuts, Crisaryn nods politely to Lorelei at her compliment. She looks a bit uncomfortable though at it. "Thank you," she says tentatively. "It's not my usual style..." Her eyes focus in on her task as she seems a bit embarrassed at the attention. Still sitting close by the fire, she turns herself so her back is to the flames. It only enhances the reflection of the light from the golden scales at her neck.
"I think there might be some mead and mulled cider," she says softly to Lorelei. "And I think Lysana is offering dinner for us all." After a pause she asks,"Is Annabelle recovering well? She must be pleased to be back with her family."
"Yes, well I think so..."The young blonde priestess says softly, briefly staring at the glimmering scales of the other. "...I am happy for her and her parents, but I feel a restlessness over Strahd's continued reign of terror over these lands." She continues with a grim tone. "Some warm food and mulled cider would be appreciated though." She adds in a lighter tone, giving the other a brief warm smile. "Anyway, I wouldn't know the first thing about dressing styles, that was one subject my mentor never really brought up." She says with a small smile while shaking her head. "Perhaps one day I will learn how to enjoy myself. For now I would be content with admiring your beautiful golden scales, bright as the sun they shine in the light of the fire, quite extraordinary." She says with sincere appreciation, but seemingly oblivious to any possible reluctancy of the dragon sorceress to have them mentioned at all.
When Ellis left to fetch his harp Illmirth grabbed his lute. He sat cross-legged near the fire, plucking each string softly and listening with a practiced ear. A little twist here, a minor tweak there, and in a few minutes the lute was tuned to the bard's exacting standards. He plucked the strings softly, humming a soft, sweet melody that brought to mind a sense of tranquility and peace.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Hearing Lorelei's comment, Crisaryn pulls at her blouse, seemingly trying to get the collar to cover her scales. It's not really effective. "Oh, it's... umm... well, really nothing," she replies in almost a whisper. "You're just being silly." She turns a bit, perhaps in part to conceal the back of her neck, but also to catch a glimpse of the cleric. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" she asks, clearly embarrassed by the attention.
Holding up the chestnuts, she glances about. "I probably should get these to Lysana." She moves as though to start to stand.
"Teasing you? No, why would you think that..."The young blonde priestess starts saying, but sort of fades out as Crisaryn moves to stand, making the blonde look down. She could sense vile and sinister deceptions easily, but when it came to simple socializing she had always felt so lost, and her feeble attempts to connect was nothing but a catastrophy. She wondered if an apology would be in order but settled for staying silent, more words would likely only make things more awkward, and there was quite enough of that already. Soon they would continue with their quest to overthrow the evil rule of these lands and then at least she would know what to do.
With Lorelei's silence, Crisaryn walks off to wherever she sees Lysana to hand off the chestnuts she had been working on. (Or wherever she thought Lysana might have gone.) She pulls her arms closer around her body as she moves away from the warmth of the fire. Once she does find the woman, she asks, "Is there anything else I could help you with?"
The blue skinned girl takes comfort in the fire and the sense of restoration it gives. Her friends are so talented and brave. She feels lucky to be found by them.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
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Crisaryn Melkial
Continuing to work at shelling the nuts, Crisaryn nods politely to Lorelei at her compliment. She looks a bit uncomfortable though at it. "Thank you," she says tentatively. "It's not my usual style..." Her eyes focus in on her task as she seems a bit embarrassed at the attention. Still sitting close by the fire, she turns herself so her back is to the flames. It only enhances the reflection of the light from the golden scales at her neck.
"I think there might be some mead and mulled cider," she says softly to Lorelei. "And I think Lysana is offering dinner for us all." After a pause she asks, "Is Annabelle recovering well? She must be pleased to be back with her family."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Yes, well I think so..." The young blonde priestess says softly, briefly staring at the glimmering scales of the other. "...I am happy for her and her parents, but I feel a restlessness over Strahd's continued reign of terror over these lands." She continues with a grim tone. "Some warm food and mulled cider would be appreciated though." She adds in a lighter tone, giving the other a brief warm smile. "Anyway, I wouldn't know the first thing about dressing styles, that was one subject my mentor never really brought up." She says with a small smile while shaking her head. "Perhaps one day I will learn how to enjoy myself. For now I would be content with admiring your beautiful golden scales, bright as the sun they shine in the light of the fire, quite extraordinary." She says with sincere appreciation, but seemingly oblivious to any possible reluctancy of the dragon sorceress to have them mentioned at all.
Illmirth
When Ellis left to fetch his harp Illmirth grabbed his lute. He sat cross-legged near the fire, plucking each string softly and listening with a practiced ear. A little twist here, a minor tweak there, and in a few minutes the lute was tuned to the bard's exacting standards. He plucked the strings softly, humming a soft, sweet melody that brought to mind a sense of tranquility and peace.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Hearing Lorelei's comment, Crisaryn pulls at her blouse, seemingly trying to get the collar to cover her scales. It's not really effective. "Oh, it's... umm... well, really nothing," she replies in almost a whisper. "You're just being silly." She turns a bit, perhaps in part to conceal the back of her neck, but also to catch a glimpse of the cleric. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" she asks, clearly embarrassed by the attention.
Holding up the chestnuts, she glances about. "I probably should get these to Lysana." She moves as though to start to stand.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Teasing you? No, why would you think that..." The young blonde priestess starts saying, but sort of fades out as Crisaryn moves to stand, making the blonde look down. She could sense vile and sinister deceptions easily, but when it came to simple socializing she had always felt so lost, and her feeble attempts to connect was nothing but a catastrophy. She wondered if an apology would be in order but settled for staying silent, more words would likely only make things more awkward, and there was quite enough of that already. Soon they would continue with their quest to overthrow the evil rule of these lands and then at least she would know what to do.
Illmirth
Illmirth's song for the Vistsni celebration.
We Built this City
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say no one cares in this kind of place
Knee deep in a cold lake, lookin' for a fight,
Too many undead eating up the night.
Witches play the mamba, don't listen to the tune; you won't remember
We built this city, we built this city on hags and trolls.
Built this city, we built this city on hags and trolls!
Someone's always playing necromancy games,
Who cares, he's always changing necromancy names,
I just want to dance here, a drow upon the stage,
You call me irresponsible, won't find me in a cage.
Witches play the mamba, don't listen to the tune, you won't remember
We built this city, we built this city on hags and trolls.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
With Lorelei's silence, Crisaryn walks off to wherever she sees Lysana to hand off the chestnuts she had been working on. (Or wherever she thought Lysana might have gone.) She pulls her arms closer around her body as she moves away from the warmth of the fire. Once she does find the woman, she asks, "Is there anything else I could help you with?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Alerya
The blue skinned girl takes comfort in the fire and the sense of restoration it gives. Her friends are so talented and brave. She feels lucky to be found by them.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale