Kyvir, you climb up and away, valiantly struggling to the finish --- in this case, the warm sky above you and ground below. You roll Milla out onto the ground, where she lies for a few seconds, eyes open, breathing heavily. She coughs once, twice, then spits out a stream of dirty water --- vibrantly all the greens and blues of the murkiness below.
Then, she reaches up and draws you into a hug. "Thank you," she whispers, slightly crying. "Thank you."
Kravik, Vulcan, Aydlott ---- directions to Heart-break Farm are not hard to find, as it appears that this aging father is a known figure around town. Departing town, Vulcan and Aydlott mounted while Kravik strolls beside them, you find yourselves upon a long road, going straight off into the horizon. Towering pines stand on your right, while to your right-hand side, beautiful, blossoming flowers and plants grow amid the fields and farms.
After a two hours' journey, by which you can barely see the town miles behind you, you arrive ---- a small, wooden plaque engraved with the words "Heart-break Farm" marks the beginning of a winding path that leads up a hill to a small house. Around the house lie all sorts of plants ---- while there are trees growing in parts of this farm, radiant patches of flowers grow as well, along with the traditional farmers' crop --- corn --- growing in large fields on the other side of the hill.
As you approach, a man exits the house, heading towards you. He carries a large, rusted pitchfork and is dressed in rugged, weathered clothes. For an old man, he strikes an impressive figure --- dark-skinned, he bears the heavy muscles which come with hard work and stands at least seven feet tall. When his voice sounds out, it sounds like a rolling earthquake, rumbling across the land --- "Who are you?"
Kyvir slowly shifts in her arms back into his normal form, keeping his arms at his side as he get's a hug... Physical affection is not something he's used to or comfortable with, but he's too polite to push her away.
"It's okay... I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done... I'm just glad you're okay."
Kravik had mostly listened during the journey, letting Aydlott's conversation with Vulcan flow naturally while he took in the landscape. The contrast between the dark pines and the flowering fields spoke to him -- different elements existing side by side, each contributing to the whole. Balance, even in the countryside.
As the farmer approaches with his pitchfork, Kravik takes note of the man's impressive stature. Seven feet is tall by human standards -- exceptionally so -- but Kravik still stands nearly eight inches above him. He's careful not to loom, keeping his posture open and non-threatening. The farmer's defensive stance with the pitchfork suggests he's had trouble recently, and the last thing they need is to appear as more of it.
While Aydlott handles the introductions, Kravik offers a respectful nod, his scarred hands visible and empty at his sides. Ten gold for pest control seemed steep when the waitress mentioned it. Looking at this place now—the careful cultivation, the variety of crops and flowers, the clear pride in the land -- he suspects whatever's plaguing Heart-break Farm is more than ordinary vermin.
"My daughter, eh?" he replies to Aydlott, a reminiscent glimmer growing in his eye as he looks skywards. "I haven't heard from her in a while. Did she seem alright?" he asks, an anxious, fatherly look on his face. "Was she doing alright?"
Milla looks back at Kyvir. "No, anyone else would have run for help. You saved me." She stands up, offering you a hand. "And I'm sorry for giving you a hug there. Just needed to show some affection other than the drink I'm about to buy you." She begins to run off towards the town, already unfazed, laughing. "Come on, Ky! Let's get a drink like friends!"
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Kravik glances at Aydlott, giving him the space to answer first since he'd spoken with the daughter more directly. But the farmer's concern is genuine, almost painfully so, and Kravik finds himself adding quietly, "She seemed well. Spoke fondly of you... eager to help connect us so you'd have the assistance you need."
Aydlott nods. "She's doing great," he says. "Really seems to enjoy her work. Definitely thinking of her family." Internally, he struggles to remember what she even looked like, as he was a bit tipsy at the time.
(OOC: Hi, all. Wanted to bring this to your attention, since this is some bad DMing on my part. I’ll be posting normally tomorrow, but there’s been some big issues coming up in my life recently. The next week or so after tomorrow will probably be me sporadically to not posting at all. Again, super sorry.)
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Tobias looks up into the sky, no grin or smile but pure determination, and nods in appreciation even though he know the man can no longer see him. Tobias then repeats the words the winged man said to him,
" "She was traveling north" Did he say that like she is traveling on her own accord or the ones who took her are traveling north with her."
Tobias shuffles in his pocket and pulls out a small silver coin, One side is etched a spade and the other a heart. He looks at the side with the heart and says
"Lira what did you get into"
He then heads north towards the town the winged man directed.
(OOC: this is the last one I see)
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(OOC: Yup that's it. I was playing with some setting before I posted that and worried it may have messed with it. Looks like its all good. Thank you!!)
The farmer bows his head. "Well, I'm sure you know what's happening here," he says, turning away to poke at some weeds with his pitchfork. "She told you?"
Milla and you have a fine time at the tavern, drinking a nice bit of ale ---- although it feels a little bit wrong, it's the calmest you've been in a while. You laugh and sip late into the night, chatting about all sorts of things. "Well, Ky, I can't thank you enough. You saved my life, you did my work, you're sharing a drink with me. Thank you," she says at some point, the most sincere she's been in hours. "You're the best friend I've got."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator hello darkness, my old friend you’re all really cool – know that please coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: Yup that's it. I was playing with some setting before I posted that and worried it may have messed with it. Looks like its all good. Thank you!!)
(OOC: You're welcome!)
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Kravik glances at the others, then gives the farmer a curious look. "No, not really. She just told us that you had some work you needed help with, and a possible pest problem. She also mentioned 10 gold, so it must be some pest problem."
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Kyvir slowly shifts in her arms back into his normal form, keeping his arms at his side as he get's a hug... Physical affection is not something he's used to or comfortable with, but he's too polite to push her away.
"It's okay... I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done... I'm just glad you're okay."
I don't have a signature.
Kravik had mostly listened during the journey, letting Aydlott's conversation with Vulcan flow naturally while he took in the landscape. The contrast between the dark pines and the flowering fields spoke to him -- different elements existing side by side, each contributing to the whole. Balance, even in the countryside.
As the farmer approaches with his pitchfork, Kravik takes note of the man's impressive stature. Seven feet is tall by human standards -- exceptionally so -- but Kravik still stands nearly eight inches above him. He's careful not to loom, keeping his posture open and non-threatening. The farmer's defensive stance with the pitchfork suggests he's had trouble recently, and the last thing they need is to appear as more of it.
While Aydlott handles the introductions, Kravik offers a respectful nod, his scarred hands visible and empty at his sides. Ten gold for pest control seemed steep when the waitress mentioned it. Looking at this place now—the careful cultivation, the variety of crops and flowers, the clear pride in the land -- he suspects whatever's plaguing Heart-break Farm is more than ordinary vermin.
"My daughter, eh?" he replies to Aydlott, a reminiscent glimmer growing in his eye as he looks skywards. "I haven't heard from her in a while. Did she seem alright?" he asks, an anxious, fatherly look on his face. "Was she doing alright?"
Milla looks back at Kyvir. "No, anyone else would have run for help. You saved me." She stands up, offering you a hand. "And I'm sorry for giving you a hug there. Just needed to show some affection other than the drink I'm about to buy you." She begins to run off towards the town, already unfazed, laughing. "Come on, Ky! Let's get a drink like friends!"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Kyvir looks down to Ember, shaking his head in a playful disbelief...
"How is it we ended up in such a friendly town Ember? Come on... We should follow, don't want to come off rude."
Ember leaps around Kyvir for a moment before they both follow off behind Milla.
I don't have a signature.
Kravik glances at Aydlott, giving him the space to answer first since he'd spoken with the daughter more directly. But the farmer's concern is genuine, almost painfully so, and Kravik finds himself adding quietly, "She seemed well. Spoke fondly of you... eager to help connect us so you'd have the assistance you need."
Aydlott nods. "She's doing great," he says. "Really seems to enjoy her work. Definitely thinking of her family." Internally, he struggles to remember what she even looked like, as he was a bit tipsy at the time.
(OOC: Hi, all. Wanted to bring this to your attention, since this is some bad DMing on my part. I’ll be posting normally tomorrow, but there’s been some big issues coming up in my life recently. The next week or so after tomorrow will probably be me sporadically to not posting at all. Again, super sorry.)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
OOC: No worries at all Wes, I hope works out, take as much time as you need!
Quick question to anyone, can y'all see my last post, because I may have done something wrong?
(OOC: this is the last one I see)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: Yup that's it. I was playing with some setting before I posted that and worried it may have messed with it. Looks like its all good. Thank you!!)
The farmer bows his head. "Well, I'm sure you know what's happening here," he says, turning away to poke at some weeds with his pitchfork. "She told you?"
Milla and you have a fine time at the tavern, drinking a nice bit of ale ---- although it feels a little bit wrong, it's the calmest you've been in a while. You laugh and sip late into the night, chatting about all sorts of things. "Well, Ky, I can't thank you enough. You saved my life, you did my work, you're sharing a drink with me. Thank you," she says at some point, the most sincere she's been in hours. "You're the best friend I've got."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: You're welcome!)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Kravik glances at the others, then gives the farmer a curious look. "No, not really. She just told us that you had some work you needed help with, and a possible pest problem. She also mentioned 10 gold, so it must be some pest problem."