Fading Memory

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

I have concluded all my reading on this night and prepped a few more choice screenshots. Over the weekend I anticipate finishing the OOC and launching thst second Int-Check, then preparing for the test prologue.

I find absolutely no end to my amusement that the First Household War ended with a High Council who all elected to grant all the powers to the Faeries that the war started twenty years ago over. I can see this horrible powder keg of a timeline and scenario being called the Fragile Peace for good reason.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

The cat's dour mood strikes Zaraknvyr as particularly grating. The Drow frowns deeply, his lips only barely restraining the desire to twist into a scowl. He begins formulating a plan on how to berate the creature into a more pleasant disposition. However, Tabiah begins to speak before the slow wheels of Zaraknvyr's mind can truly devote themselves to the task.

"Tabiah of the Athar. I am Zaraknvyr, Mercykiller. Abasi has made his disposition quite apparent to me. A Skeptic is a better companion than most, and a wizard as well."

He grunts, lifting the beer and taking a slow drink of it.

"A wizard has uses."

And yet, his gaze swivels to the corner of his eyes. The Bleakers were asking for the same place he was. He licks his teeth.

"Skeptic, you do not happen to have a portal key do you?" he prompted with a growing sense of dread as his pale eyes took in the company of Bleakers, partially sizing them up and partially hoping within his grubby little black heart that he would not have to conscript them too.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Zavakri is gnawing upon the knuckle of her left hand as if it would forever sate her hunger. Raw nerves apparent in the woman as she gingerly moved among the company of would-be-rebels. She observed Aurora with much trepidation, and, indeed, a spectral abacus appeared in the air at her side as she began to perform a swift accounting of the situation. The numbers could be modified, of course, but a raw assessment never hurt things!

Finally relinquishing her knuckle from her mouth she made a grand effort of wiping her hand clean on her trousers, before the gears in her eyes began to turn as she prepared to harness the orderly component of magic that was uniquely unlocked to her personage. When their scheme came to fruition and the rebellion was launched, she was prepared to cast.

_{OOC: Formally declaring a 'held' action to twin-cast 'Reduce' upon the King and the largest-seeming of all the enemy knights should a combat break out. Since this will use her Reaction, there will be no need to query her other usual shenanigans.}

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

That is pretty much how the Horde feels to me. My wife has coerced me into watching Bridgerton and so the bug for Household has only been further stoked within me.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Alas, you fool, you interpreted it more favorably than I could have hoped. And this shall be your downfall. Instead of the embarrassing and horrible truth that in the years of 1946 through 1952 I went on a serial spree of feline fisticuffs and was never captured by my pursuers despite the international infamy I accrued and that my current life is a well maintained lie meant to further elude the consequences of my brash youth as I bask in my elder years, you thought I merely engaged in fictitious feline brawling.

Jokes aside my first DM at an in person table had one of the first minor antagonists we encountered be a demon who took the form of various cats. I did punch that one.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

I have never wanted to punch a cat in a D&D forum before, therefor hats off to Abasi.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Thank you for the ping. No thank you, I am just backing up Aurora at the moment.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Two more coins pass from the Drow to the Tiefling. He no longer speaks to her, his business with her concluded. His toothy smile swivels from granting her its focus to leaving her in his realm of ignorance once again. He heeds her words and casts his pale gaze to the bartender, then to the wizard drinking on her lonesome. His eyes narrow at the cat. He lifts his hands and pulls his hood back, his lips moving in a slow recitation of an incantation. With his hood back, his left hand made a sharp gesture by his head, in conjunction with the words- it was clear that magic was occuring, and whatever strangeness that meant was made apparent as Zaraknvyr took a step forward then meowed.

_{OOC: Spell slot spent to cast 'speak with animals'}

"Fellow hunter, kindred to me, what drink does your mistress favor?" He would call to the cat as he approached Tabiah. He would claim the seat beside her, wordless to the woman herself, and depending on the cat's answer he would bark an order to Riaen for a refill of that substance and place down another gold coin to overpay for the drink. If the cat does not answer, he simply barks out a cheap beer then pays the same gold coin. At last he would speak.

"You travel alone. I learned your path, we tread the same way. I can fight. More importantly, I can kill. Join my company."

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Two more coins pass from the Drow to the Tiefling. He no longer speaks to her, his business with her concluded. His toothy smile swivels from granting her its focus to leaving her in his realm of ignorance once again. He heeds her words and casts his pale gaze to the bartender, then to the wizard drinking on her lonesome. His eyes narrow at the cat. He lifts his hands and pulls his hood back, his lips moving in a slow recitation of an incantation. With his hood back, his left hand made a sharp gesture by his head, in conjunction with the words- it was clear that magic was occuring, and whatever strangeness that meant was made apparent as Zaraknvyr took a step forward then meowed.

_{OOC: Spell slot spent to cast 'speak with animals'}

"Fellow hunter, kindred to me, what drink does your mistress favor?" He would call to the cat as he approached Tabiah. He would claim the seat beside her, wordless to the woman herself, and depending on the cat's answer he would bark an order to Riaen for a refill of that substance and place down another gold coin to overpay for the drink. If the cat does not answer, he simply barks out a cheap beer then pays the same gold coin. At last he would speak.

"You travel alone. I learned your path, we tread the same way. I can fight. More importantly, I can kill. Join my company."

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Yes. I am two days late on my two day prediction, which on day three caused me to bite my nails and go 'oh god what have I done', but tomorrow I will have a post up.