"Many.  But at the moment im hardly equipped for any of them"  Parkers eyes flash darkly

(Hey all, I'm back to post regularly again, sorry for the wait.)

(Welcome back)

(Welcome! Murph is going to have to sleep for a few days to not be useless, given the number of levels of exhaustion he has.)

(We got at least a couple days to sit in the camp, based on the Orc woman's info)

Tynthis slinks his way out to where the Orc woman is hiding herself among the brush, sliding up next to her and aiding in keeping watch.

Keeping his voice barely a whisper, "Any trouble come this way in the past few days? Fists? Beasts? My blades itch for blood."

(If we are splitting for the time being Parker is going to make his way to his place)

(I'm honestly not sure what we're doing)

We are currently in a bit of a downtime, where we have a week or so where you lay low, rest up, or follow up on projects of your own. Tynthis' raid might be one of those. Parker trying to get back into the city and his place another. Please let me know what you would like to spend your main focus on in the next week and what projects of others you'd like to get involved in, and we can then play those scenes in detail, before moving on.

For those needing to rest, you can still engage in mental activities, planning for next moves, or gathering information.

While resting Parker asks to borrow a dagger to cut his hair and does what he can to alter his appearance

Tynthis will begin hunting around the area, trying to sneak up on animals and kill them for their meat. Deer, rabbit, whatever comes his way.

Feeling like a pet on a tightened leash, Blair sensed the threat of suffocation. Her boots hit the pavement and took her along. She had to work. The redhead was in need of funds. She was in need of secrets. She was in need to reach the capital. She was, in need. The bill comes due, always.

There was a time and a place to serve her exclusive clients. Appointment only. In the meantime, Blair let whimsy guide her to establishments to work the floor and perhaps drum up a little business. There was passion building deep inside her, and she needed to release it… to belt it out. Sometimes only song can convey ones most inner turmoil. And even if no one would listen, maybe the universe would hear.

Each time Blair took the stage, she’d let her world fall away and gave her all to the performance. It all begins with setting the tempo with a stomp of her heel. Emerald eyes start closed only fluttering open after she’d begin to sing.

(I’ll just start with 1 song. As I do have a personal scene I’ve been considering prior to having Blair meet with the Flame, furthering her search of information and/or her approach to the capital.)

“One, two, three, four
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Every time you come around, you know I can't say no
Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control
I can feel the paradise before my world implodes
And that night had something wonderful

My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone
Conversations with a stranger I barely know
Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't
I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape
Nothin' happens after two, it's true
It's true, my bad habits lead to you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My bad habits lead to you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My bad habits lead to you

Every pure intention ends when the good times start
Fallin' over everything to reach the first time's spark
It started under neon lights, and then it all got dark
I only know how to go too far

My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone
Conversations with a stranger I barely know
Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't
I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape
Nothin' happens after two, it's trueIt's true, my bad habits lead to you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My bad habits lead to you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

We took the long way 'round
And burned 'til the fun ran out, now

My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone
Conversations with a stranger I barely know
Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't
I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape
Nothin' happens after two, it's true

It's true, my bad habits lead to you.”

Since arriving at this new, unfamiliar, and (seemingly) “safe” house. I sit quietly in a corner observing as much as possible trying to recover from the nights activities. (Should Tynthis want or need assistance with hunting Dart is willing but won’t outright offer)

Survival for hunting: 14 (And hopefully it doesn't randomly change results each time i look at it like the last roll)

Regardless of how his hunting goes, Tynthis makes his way back, sharing what catch he made if any, and taking stock of everyone. Their appearance, well-being, demeanor, actions, etc.

Afterwards, unless otherwise interrupted, he will find a quiet spot to sit and anyone who looks his way would see his thoughts are elsewhere.

"Excuse me. Tynthis is it? If you dont mind could you tell me who you are with. Or if you prefer who might have access points to the city."

Without even looking up, Tynthis answers still staring off, some thoughts elsewhere.

"Already told you who I'm with, The Creban. This is one of our safehouses. As for access to the city......well, we wouldn't be very good at what we do if we didn't have that in spades. We can get you in. You got more people to go rescue from anymore major Fist strongholds?"

Muttering to himself. "Creban ....creban.  I dont have anything on them. Where do they fit in.

Then to Tynthis.  "Yes i do need to get into the city. Im fairly unarmed and useless out here at the moment.  Not sure about any other rescues..to be perfectly honest i think im just a surprise add on from this one"

"Don't bother trying to get anything on us...you'll only drive yourself mad. Between me and the group that rescued the three of us that you are apparently with, we got enough to get you back in.

A short laugh. "Whose to say that process hasnt already started.  But that is good to know getting in and out is important but need to get to my safehouse if it still stands"

"Whatever you think you have on us is most likely false information we let loose ourselves. I doubt you could trust anything you find that we don't tell you ourselves. But enough about that. You want to go back to some hideout that may or may not exist anymore? And when? Now? Going to leave these people behind after they busted your ass out? Plus, wouldn't be surprised if your place was already ransacked by now, given they had you captive for at least as long as me, if not longer."

Tynthis stands up and begins just moving around, pacing, stretching, he just can't seem to sit still.