Fading Memory

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I got swamped. I’ll catch up over this weekend. My usual writing day was consumed with battletech and time with family last week.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

you just gotta KRUMP 'em

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

Alright, so just to make sure I don't ramble the wrong things, Bart is going after D'arcy and Artemisia is planning on checking in with Elizabeth?

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

You’re fine, no rush.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Eighteyes the octopus.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

I am having fun. I cannot wait to somehow, some way, for some reason, have this drow meet you all.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Fair warning, she already was a huge sappy nerd and this is just +1 to her already existent sappy nerd status. She basically robbed Charm if you think about it. Really, in the grand scheme of things, she's a thief and a curmudgeon. Practically two steps from being Brutrumukk herself. How does it feel to look into the mirror, eh Brutus?

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Zaraknvyr let the words weigh on him. The pit of dread in his gut solidified. His pale eyes fell to the cat as Tabiah murmured her spell. As the vestiges of Detect Magic washed over him, he lifted a hand and curled it behind his own neck to scratch the irritation from his flesh. He meowed;

"Fellow hunter, in order to benefit of your talents I must safeguard your master. So be it."

Candles sparked to life. Zaraknvyr grunted, pulling his hand away from the mass of scar tissue at the base of his neck. His nails came away lightly blooded and he took care in licking them clean. The vestiges of his own spell faded shortly after his words, his comprehension of Abasi's mewing going with it. Such was the nature of magic and its fleeting boons. Such was why Zaraknvyr mastered his flesh first and the powers second. Paranoia licked at the back of his mind even now. His own searching would be a waste of time. Tabiah would inevitably find their goal without his aid. At their back, however, was potential danger. Bleakers. A fight he, frankly, was not certain he could win without cleverness and ambush. A fight that, truthfully, never needed to happen but he fantasized about nonetheless.

Fyodor's hand reaching for the hammer. Zaraknvyr's hands trembled in anticipation. He steadied them by pretending to go through the motions of searching; in truth he was moving to be away from the stair entrance, and at the edge of the light. Naturally seeking to cling to shadow and darkness as he lurked in quiet awareness of his party's rear and his own insane perception of potential hostiles. He moved a barrel here. A box there. Knocked upon a lid once or twice to create a positional noise, only to silently step away and do so again elsewhere. If he found their path it would truly be the fates guiding his hands, because his intentions were to delegate this task and prepare to hide should danger appear.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I am unreasonably excited about receiving a specifically dry bundle of wood.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

"Oh. Is that all?" She laughed heartily, shifting her hips and placing her left hand on her waist as the right hand lifted and twirled blatantly in a loose tuft of her wavy hair. "Well, a girl can hardly refuse that kind of offer, hm? Rory's got a good point though, I'd love to have a few more variables to this mystery myself. Especially about 'Tara. Since we seem to be getting off on such a good foot, it'd be absolutely brill if you could clear a few things up for us."