Chloro hills
"We'd be happy to have an extra set of hands- er uh talons in your case." Nae smiles and then yawns
"Man, that beat me. How close are we to town?"

Corvidae - Temple District

He is intently focused on Iam, but not his words. Liadon knows nothing about architecture or engineering, even less about religion. He is focused instead on Iam himself, his muted movements, the unnatural light from his eyes, his mechanical but still natural voice.

Liadon is torn. He wants to stay and learn more about this strangely fascinating Iam, but he has to get back and finish his preparations. "I've fled on a whim before, there is nothing at the villa I can't leave behind...except the money. Without it, two years of courting that desperate hag Merlara would have been for nothing. But I've never met a War Construct before, and this Iam has a engaging  personality I've only seen in the best of Charlatans & Bards, which are usually the same person. But this is my biggest sting to date....I'll finish my preparations and return tomorrow." 

Speaking as sincerely and apologetically as his skills allow (with actual sincerity intermingled), Liadon speaks as he bows at the waist to Iam, "I'm truly, terribly sorry. Unfortunately I have some business matters to attend that simply--"

Liadon feels an uncontrolled surge from his pact. His vision turns a blinding white, then fades to a shade of purple. His legs weaken and his knees buckle. He reaches out for Iam, but his hands have no strength either. Liadon falls to his knees, arms vainly pawing Iam for purchase. The purple in his vision darkens, and continues to darken to black as he falls the rest of the way to the ground, unconscious. 

Blackport:

I'm not really sure if I understand what you mean by "seals, keys, bubbles, flowers". Are these some magical ways to get out? If so, I'm interested.

Otherwise, Somewhere sounds like the place to go. It's not like Tsahil doesn't like planning, but at the moment he just feels lost and wants to leave, not knowing where to. A wagon sounds like a good way to head off.

Faksimile - Temple District - Grand Abode 

"Thank you, some tea would be nice. And I can wait in the library if that would be convenient for the Archbishop." 

Ulrich waits for the tea to be brought to him. He walks slowly to the library, so as to finish the tea before stepping inside. There are moments of awkwardness with regards to the deathclaw, but he is consciously trying to get used to it, finding the best way to carry and walk with it. He is also thinking of ways to disguise it if need be.

((I am assuming it is just a quarterstaff with markings to identify it as a deathclaw?))

Corvidae- Temple District

Iam is stunned by Liadon suddely falling against him. Mindful not to hurt him with only his right arm available Iam tries to first stabilize,and then catch Liadon. The construction awkwardly goes to a knee while lowering Liadon to the ground with just the one arm. Laying Liadon out on the paving stones, he looks him over seeing no obvious injury.

Not knowing what is wrong but also knowing there might be any time, Iam makes gestures with his hands as if writing out an algebraic  formula over Liadons body while muttering about the permutations of Z. With a release of light that seems to glow from Iams hand into Liadon he finishes his casting of Spare the Dying. Iam then begins looking for what is wrong and calling for help.

"Help! I need help over here!"

Perception 12

Medicine 16

Greenport:

Honour:  "Alright, understood, it was just a jest, although having a ship with a name like that doesn't help."  You bump face first into the door as a last sudden wooziness passes over you.  "You pull it open, here, let me get that.  Happeneds to everybody once or twice."  

You ahead inside and a human man with a bold mustache and a floral patterned shirt has somehow managed too tie himself by his heels by a rope attached to a hook on the ceiling, swinging back and forth.  "Ah, hello there, how can I help you."  He says nonchalantly.  "Do you have an appointment, or are you just walking in?...Oh, and if it's no trouble, would you mind getting me down from here?"

She staggered as she walked into the door unexpectedly and looked extremely puzzled by the circumstance...  "My...  that drink was a little... more than I expected.. she blew aside a few strands of hair from her vision, as she looked up, and tilted her head.. "You would be Mungam I assume... and uh.." she paused as she pondered his circumstance..  "How did you happen to do this to yourself?"   She was eying the distance between herself, and the rope to cut to let him down, as she pulled out the boarding axe at her hip as she gazed up at him..

Chloro Hills

"Well," Xamodas sighs.  Smoke puffs, grey, from his nostrils  "The spirit did ask me to keep Nae safe.  An impossible task, but even moreso if I leave you two to your own devices.  I can fly back if you prefer, and meet you somewhere while you rest.  It would be faster than walking back."

Xamodas cranes his neck, searching for the monolith that was the Tower on the horizon.

((OOC How far would it be from Chloro Hills?))

The Vilemind:

Yaw: I jump back, startled by the sound of the static voice! But... but its dead!  "Whose there? Whose in there?! I am Yaw and this is Rattles here beside me. How can you not realize where you are?" I poke a finger into its chest. "Why would you destroy this facility? We have been working to restore it and you haven't made it easy for us!"

Noldeme, Nae, and Xamodas | Chloro Hill 

Noldeme looks at Xamodas again after hearing his bit of explanation. "Protect her? Well, I understand, I guess. It's definitely a surprising turn that I'd be adventuring with a dragon by my side two days after I left my town for the first time, but not an unwelcoming turn."

Chloro hills
Nae is heavily taken aback by this "P-protect? W-w-why would...who would...?" Nae's voice grows small with confusion 
Nae looks back at the dragon "I suppose do what's best for you to feel prepared."

Orina and Jogs (Bunny Battalion) | Outer Cordivae

"A RING?" shouts Jogs.  "Nobody's ever given me anything!  You're the best, 'Rina!"  She looks to Hainsley.  "A smoking jacket, a pipe, and...y'know, one of those lenses people put over one eye, a monorail, and maybe a pocket watch.  He'd look like he's right out of Acererak's Adventures in Wilderland.  I love that book!"

"Gee, I dunno 'Rina."  Jogs prods Tebit with her boot.  "When I've had too much to drink the last thing I want is to be awake.  In fact, all I want is a greasy meal."  She looks around the tent area.  "Maybe that alchemist tent has something for a hangover?  Or maybe we can get a meat pie nearby?"  She waits to see if maybe Tebit will wake up as they talk; if not, she pokes her head outside to look for a food vendor or heads to the alchemists' tent if that's not available.

With nothing else to do at the wagon camp, Zacharias accompanies Dordis to the inn.

((No post tonight, trying to not go to bed at 6:00 AM, gotta start getting into a better flow and do things earlier))

Wagon park >traveling to> The Crow Bar with Zacharias and Leshanna(?)

Dordis Falthenfyern

Dordis shows gratitude via bowing lightly once more, wishing to show respect to the caretaker's dedication and work, slightly wincing for some reason before fixing their posture. He takes two of the bonds, handing over one to Zacharias, and ends the conversation with the caretaker, "Despite being foreign to this land, I admire the work you and your workforce achieve to maintain order. Anyway, I believe we are heading to The Crow Bar now," Dordis shifts to look for Leshanna, yet settling on seeing Zacharias for some confirmation. "I wish to see you again in a day or two's worth at this tavern, hopefully without any complications that arise. If there is any more that is needed to be asked, I think we will be there for the time being, but as for now I bid you farewell." Dordis shifts in place, only nodding in a queer manner before setting off to Corvidae for The Crow Bar, providing the map sketch that the caretaker helped in creating. Half-way during this time, Dordis side-glances to Zacharias and says, " I don't know if its the proper time to ask, but how was it being dead? You've only briefly been that way, but I am a tad curious on what went on while you were gone, per se." in an intrigued tone. Dordis tucks the celestial coloured solid star pendant again which seems not to glow for the moment, and continues looking for this tavern with Zacharias. 

((uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggh (no post today, you might want to skip the first two praragraphs to avoid rants/explantions)

remember that post about shifting sand land of a schedule?  Essentially, I've been a constant Limbo of will I won't I on whether or not I should move out of my dorm, and now, they have decided to restrict all guest visits, not have people work on campus at all, and offer discounts for people that leave.  So I'm going to be a little bit broiled with moving activities, I've been distracted a lot lately, I find it difficult to balance seperate things that I both have the option of doing, such as homework and writing, and even so much as thinking about moving my stuff has completely bamboozled me, I'm kinda writing this just to get out of this slump.  I'm coming to you all with a question about these posts regarding the emotional climate.

I tend to rely heavily on the bitter and bittersweet pathos when thinking up storylines and activities, for just about everything really: the yearning brought by the tower as it looms despite the sheer hopelessness associated with its climb, characters with hidden tragedies that drive their actions, and a lingering sense of the impending.  However, just today, while twirling today's news in my head, my few suitemates and guests the soon would no longer would be able to have, decided to put on and watch a horror film.  Now, perhaps they were under the notion of thinking 'Well, it is crazy out there, but at least the clones of us underground aren't coming back for revenge, right?', but I just sort of processed "Why would you want to watch something like that at a time like this?"  and then it hit me;  Those situations, while inherently compelling, are also violently unhealthy, and for the same reasons, I think.  There is usually this moment in those sorts of things I'll call the 'Moment of Dawn' where things get better, the sun is out, the family is back together, things are good right, things can only get so bad, then they get better.  If it's not there, which more than few movies avoid to escape trite tropes and be more memorable, we tend to go out and seek that moment ourselves; we go for a walk, talk about it with someone, or do literally anything else to forget about it or broaden the thought out to logical irrelvancy.  This applies to anything, not just the fictional, but also the real, and often D&D is where we go to escape that, to find that Moment.

Now, what I'm asking here is about what may be a sudden shift to things looking a bit more brighter, if not for you then for me.  Some of you probably spend less 10 minutes, less than 30 minutes, less than an hour reading and writing posts, not even thinking about these sorts of things. However, the more work I put into this, the further it gets engrained into my psyche that decisions I once deemed simply intresting and compelling (or just plain dangerous, even if I treated them funny at the time) are now harmful to you as well as me.

Is everyone alright with this shift towards a lighter narrative?  Is there some specfic change you or I should make?  Should things stay the same or change?  Does D&D lose it's charm for you if there is little danger or less realism?  Please, let me know your thoughts.  

Also, I hope all of you are doing alright, and once again, I appreciate all of you.  

tl;dr there's no post tonight cause I have work also I'm stressed and I'm worried your stressed with what's going on and I want to shift the mood cause I think people would appreciate that.  ))

((A happy ending feels much better if it's earned in a trial by fire. You should treat characters on a case by case basis - someone who's been through hell should get a break, but new people, my character included, need to earn it.))

((I just got in the game, so I don't think I'll feel any shift on the narrative. And I'm up to any style of game, I guess, as long as I know what I'm up too. If you want to run a complete wacky Hanna-barbera stuff, I'm up to it, just give me a heads up so I can be wacky too.

More importantly: be well. It's very nice that you care about your players like this, but don't let their desires keep you doing something that's stressing yourself.))

(As long as the story is still there, I’m good with whatever)

((I'm up to see where this goes))

(The truth is that I entered this game expecting a lighter tone and I didn't get it. What I got instead was great, the drama was a fun thing to explore, even if it was contrary to my expectations. So, with that said, my opinion is that I think you should do what is better for you. Take care of yourself, and feel free to lighten the mood here if it'll make you feel better is my opinion.)