Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (48 + 26 + 21 )
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren smiles at this, blushing a little.
she immediately falls asleep
Theren sits there gently holding her as he thinks about his encounter in the woods.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren smiles at this, blushing a little.
she immediately falls asleep
Theren sits there gently holding her as he thinks about his encounter in the woods.
Theren is somewhere in the woods being beat up by cultists.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Jackson is sitting inside, having breakfast while reading the paper. He leans back in his chair and sips his coffee.
Lore is outside. She was studying wild herbs outside, taking notes in a small, brown leather bound journal.
Xan is lying on the couch in the main room, by the fire. He is wrapping his arms in gauze while quietly humming to himself.
There is a shockingly loud scream from nearby
Lore jumps up from what she is doing and dons her sickle. She narrows her eyes and runs at the noise.
There is a small clearing where a group of cultists and a shockingly familiar figure with three glowing eyes stand. Theren is pinned to a tree by a sword and words are carved into his bare chest.
Lore snarls a command in Infernal. Her dogs leap at them, the size of grizzly bears. They stand in a wall-like formation in front of Lore and howl, releasing icy breath on the cultists *I'm going to need a CON save fir each of them.)
Con for cultists: 9
Con for The Silent One: 11
(All fail)
They are hit with freezing ice that seems to soak into their skin and into their inner core. (Take 26 cold damage)
Most of the cultists die. The rest of them, including the Silent One, dissappear.
Lore jumps over her digs and helps theren, ripping the sword out. She casts Heal on him (gain 100 hp)
The wounds heal but the words stay. "Oh hey Lore..." Theren says before falling forward.
Lore sighs and leans him against her "careful... Careful.."
"I feel lightheaded...."
"well you did get stabbed" she said and chuckled
"Mn....." Theren mumbles and his eyes start to close a little.
"Hey, stay awake..." She said and picked him up, she is surprisingly strong.
Theren laughs a little. "When did you get so strong?"
"I've always ben strong"
Theren nods a little, his eyes closing. "Sleepy...." he mumbles.
"Theren.... You have to stay awake..." She said
"Trying to love...." he mumbles, his eyes trying to focus on her face.
She notices this and smiles "Hey... Your doing good.. We are almost there."
Theren nods weakly. "Alright dear...."
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (25 + 21 + 37 )
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
Theren smiles at this, blushing a little.
she immediately falls asleep
Theren sits there gently holding her as he thinks about his encounter in the woods.
Her cheeks turn a bit pink as she carries him inside and sets him on a couch. She summons two Unseen Servants who begin pulling out medical supplies and such. She casts Protection from Poison on him before casting 3 different levels of cure wounds on him. (48 + 26 + 21 )
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren groans as the words slowly fade to scars.
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Lore looks like she is about to pass out. She ties back her hair, breathing heavily in and out from overuse of magic.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Therens eyes focus on her. "Lore? You ok?"
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She nods and inhales deeply before sighing "Ill be fine. A lot of magic wears me out.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren shifts how is sitting and pats the seat next to him. "Sit down. Please..."
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She nods and sits down. The unseen servants busy themselves by procuring items their conjurer needs. Blankets and a cup of green tea. A fire starts up in the fireplace, burning brightly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sorry math*
Theren wraps one of the blankets around Lore with a worried look.
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"ill be fine Theren" she said and sighed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well until you've recovered I'm lookin after you." he says with a smile.
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"fine.." She said and brought him close, leaning on him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren smiles at this, blushing a little.
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Avery laughs, laying on his back
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she immediately falls asleep
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hi hi, good morning! I'm up early for once!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Theren sits there gently holding her as he thinks about his encounter in the woods.
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*Blimey! Yeah you are!*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Good googly moogly! Well hello there!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
she softly snores a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Timeskip?*
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