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6 yrs ago
Current Back ... not back ... not sure, but I’m itching for an adventure
8 yrs ago
A moment of silence, for our princess has returned to the force.
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes, shit just burns ....
8 yrs ago
Crunch time on wedding preparations. If my presence is spotty, this is most likely why.
9 yrs ago
So I just got my last Christmas gift - EXPLODING KITTENS!
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Currently, I'm running -
Nothing! But Waeldeshore lasted a good while :)

Mother of Dragons!!!

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@Dragoknighte your turn
Lerraina

Location: In the tree
Interacting with: Crixus and the eerie red mist thing





Lerraina was left atop the tree branch, a few arrows to spare in her own quiver, on top of the silver tipped arrows which Kyra had left her. She was no use to them dead and would only get in the way if she managed to get up close. Although she wondered if the blades she carried on her would do her better than her arrows. The silver might do well against undead, but this ... thing, this ominous abomination, it couldn't possibly be that simple. On the other hand, it couldn't hurt to try.

Despite the fact that the monstrous being didn't seem effected in the least, her allies managed to inflict damage. Lerraina inhaled deeply and held still for a moment as she drew the arrow back into place, aiming for the damaged area. She loosed, and as she allowed the held air to escape, she let out a loud whistle. Crixus would never stray too far from her side, especially when otherworldly dangers were afoot. And as the predictable thing of beauty he was, he had swooped in, trailing the arrow as it sailed through the air. He knew the game well enough and had intended to make her proud. The large bird croaked with fury as neared the red mist. His intention was clear, and if he could do any damage at all, he would make it count.
@Lady Amalthea and I believe you are up :)

let me know if I need to change my post
Lerraina

Location: In the tree with Kyra
Interacting with: Kyra, if you count the thank you, though the exasperation goes towards everything.





Life itself flashed before her and had stunned her body frozen. Had she actually hit the ground, she may have shattered into a million pieces. An object in motion tends to stay in motion, but just then, there was a sudden jolt through every muscle as something … someone managed to grab hold.

Everything was happening, at all once around her, and as she forced herself to focus through the screams of agony, her savior managed to pull her back up onto the tree.

”Th-thank you.”, she stammered in Kyra’s direction, her breath heavy and her voice hoarse. It had been a while since she had someone looking after her. This battle was like none other that she had fought before, not that she had really seen much action yet, nor had she been in the thick of it all. But had this been something she would have to face alone, she didn’t know how she would make it out. And that scared her. Though what scared her most was that she wasn’t alone, and for the first time in forever, it truly seemed as if she had people to rely on. It could like prove to be a farce somewhere down the line, but Kyra could’ve just let her fall, it wasn’t as if she knew the girl at all.

She was still catching her breath as Thomas had yelled out what the monster was called, not that the name meant anything to her, and the mention of enchanted weapons only made her grumble. ”As if I wasn't useless enough already", she mocked, "If only I had grabbed those arrows when I had the chance.”, she grunted with frustration, more or less to herself. The half orc had already launched himself in the direction of the eerie mist, weapon in hand and a heart full of bravery, or stupidity, she couldn’t tell which. But with whatever determination she could muster, she knocked another arrow. Held in place, she steadied her breath, ready to fire should an opportunity present itself.
Okie dokies ... will have something up soon :) happy new year everyone!
@RokkuHoshi you can put it in a pm rather than putting it up here

Just a thought
Happy Christmahanaquanza to everyone and to all a good night!!!
@Midnight Howl Dhyannah needs a friend! :p
Her eyes floated around the table at those seated, and she began to wonder if she had made the right decision to answer this call. She could’ve simply ignored it, or sent a reply that she was otherwise engaged. As the gypsy woman sat up, something stirred within Dhyannah. There was something unsettling about the woman, and the movement only made the rogue want to drag a knife through her heart. She knew there was more than met the eye with this lot, she knew not to mistake the gypsy for the common whore she portrayed. But the slip of regal demeanor, it reminded Dhyannah of someone. And either the whore was trying to compensate for the commonness of her appearance or there was something else entirely to her, and that left Dhyannah with a sour taste that tickled the back of her throat.

One hundred and seventy five pieces of gold … she wasn’t sure what to make of her host. With the threats spoken of, she would need to purchase supplies, which unfortunately didn’t come cheap. And as more adventurers seated themselves at the table, it became very apparent that the only way they were getting a bigger cut was if one of them didn’t return.

She rolled her eyes as the paladin spoke. The only thing more annoying than a self absorbed whore was a self righteous paladin, and Dhyannah suddenly found herself siding with the gypsy woman. Though it was interesting that the men of this group had nothing to say. Too many women in a party often led to bad things, and the huntress wondered who in their mighty band would she end up bedding and which one would meet the lustful intent of her blades. Her eyes wandered to the males, scrutinizing their silence. Words of reason were needed, at the very least, and if none of them had the balls to share them with their current company, then perhaps none of them were worthy of her bed. She loosed a breath, frustration etched upon her face, and every muscle that tensed as the women passed words laced with knives and insult.

Despite all that had been said thus far, she wouldn’t cut in with her own opinion. Two women arguing over coin was enough to drive most to their deaths, three would just seal their fates right then and there. And so Dhyannah remained silent, however her thoughts were written in bold all over her face. She was never really good at hiding her emotions, she wasn’t going to magically start being good at it now.

To ease the tension that flooded her muscles, she reached for her flask and took a long swig. She didn’t care what the others thought of her. Because if they did decide to cross her, they would bathe in her fury. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table and she returned her attention to their host. Negotiations had begun, far be it from her to interfere, just as long as she got what’s hers. She had taken on jobs for less and always found ways around. Whatever price decided upon would keep her belly full and her weapons sharp.
@POOHEAD189 your turn
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