Luminosity

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hey, just thought I'd let you know that I'm gonna remove Zoe from the group. Not really interested at this point in juggling two characters, and she hasn't really interacted much anyway. Apologies for any inconvenience.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona felt better after sleeping, though it wasn't the most comfortable in the back of the wagon. She'd slept on worse, though, and while she didn't feel fully restored, she felt functional again, and that was enough. She ate lightly as well, once it was apparent that this village wasn't interested in providing them with anything. She helped prepare the wagon with Vaeri, and made her sure her horse was fed and watered for the day's ride. After that, it was a matter of simply accompanying the group, and remaining silent.

Zoe did so on the edges, often changing positions, her eyes bright and awake. She was energetic seemingly by nature, though it was unclear just how much sleep she'd gotten the night before. She giggled a bit to herself as she watched Lob enthusiastically smash his weapon against a tree.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona returned to the wagon as well once the work was done, almost unwilling to believe that she was finally going to get some sleep. Surely another monster, or a loud stranger, would come by and ruin the peace. Pushing the negative thoughts aside, she found a space in the back for her blanket and unbuckled her armor, arranging it in a neat pile next to her.

"If anyone would like a more peaceful sleep," Zoe said, coming over to the front of the wagon, "I can help with that. Just let me know. I'll be awake for a while yet... make sure this village doesn't get any more lively when we're all asleep, y'know?" She climbed nimbly into the front seat and took up a relaxed posture, watching the various members of the group settle in for some rest.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona wasn't surprised that Lob couldn't provide them with the clearest information about what happened. Even if he had a better grasp on communicating with them, it was likely he didn't even know or understand what occurred. When he mentioned the alpha, though, and Shela inquired about it, it did give Fiona a thought, something that hadn't occurred to her earlier, likely due to her depleted energy.

"He's talking about Sana, yeah. Come to think of it... she did smell a bit like jasmine, didn't she?" It was stronger here, obviously, if the dwarf was making comments about it, but it was still an odd coincidence. Another strange thing about the town. For now, though, they had collecting the next ingredient to deal with.

She accepted the vials from Vaeri, following Shela's instructions for collecting the liquid from the eyewing. She was interested in inquiring after Sana, if there was any chance she was here, but she also didn't want to get burned, and had to focus.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sorry for the delay. Might not be able to post tonight, but should have time tomorrow.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona turned her head slowly to look at Shela, the fingers on one of her hands combed into her red hair. Her eyebrows were raised. "You're asking me?" she paused, taking a drink. "I don't know the first thing about what's happening. This isn't the usual for me." She never thought it would be easy, but somehow she thought it would be more orderly, more clear who was on her side and who was not, and certainly she didn't think magic would start making her allies disappear in the middle of the night. She wished Sana were here.

Then, out of nowhere, Lob reappeared, covered in... something, and slamming down a dead eyewing on the table, causing Fiona to jump back, eyes wide. She stared at the creature for a moment, blinking, and quite dumbfounded. "Oh... wow. That's..." It was excellent, she supposed, that Lob had gathered for them another of the things they needed, but it hardly explained things.

"What happened to you? Some of the others vanished, too. Did you see any of them?"

Outside, Zoe had watched the greenskinned one enter the tavern with a passing interest, noting the carcass on his back, before she turned her head to peer up at Derrix, greeting him with a bright smile. "I'm Zoenya dar Ravaris len Marrakash. You can call me Zoenya. Or Zoe. Whatever works." She listened as the eyewing was slammed down on the table inside.

"Never a predictable moment with these people, is there?"

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

It was a bit of a dingy place, but Fiona hardly cared, as the presence of decent drink was enough to drown out any misgivings she had. She took a seat in front of the bar and ordered herself an ale as well, taking a long drink as soon as she had it in her hands. The village seemed none too friendly to them, but at least they were willing to serve them something.

Zoe chose not to partake in the drinking, instead sitting crosslegged against the wall outside, her horse lazily grazing on whatever she could find nearby. Her spear was horizontal across her lap, and Zoe's posture was highly relaxed, though not drowsy or sleepy. She watched with interest the houses around, with their closed doors and utter lack of visible people. The lack of much activity this time of day was intriguing.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Guess they don't like people," Zoe said, shrugging. "Not sure why anyone would be that way. Can't imagine they've all had a bad day at the same time."

Fiona was beyond exhausted at this point. Listening to Shela all night had left her with a pulsing headache, but she didn't feel like expending the effort to try and make her stop. At this point, it appeared as though the dwarf was sticking to them, whether they wanted her or not. Fiona almost wished for a fight, so that Shela could actually prove to be useful.

"I can see why they might not be welcoming to us," Fiona admitted, looking over the group. They were a fearsome bunch, really, and without knowing their intentions, these people were right to be cautious. No doubt they knew of the other village's experiences with slavers and bandits. Not all outsiders were to be trusted. "Still... does seem a little odd."

"Well, nothing to do but go look around, right?" Zoe asked, starting forward. "No use waiting here. Maybe someone here has seen one of your disappeared friends."

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona wasn't sure how to feel anymore. She rode in silence, at the head of the group, trying to fight her drooping eyelids to keep a decent watch on their surroundings. She was well beyond the mood to listen to stories from Tobias or the dwarf, which seemed to flow out of them simply from habit, with likely only the tiniest shreds of truth. Well, the tooth Shela wore looked real enough, so she supposed there was more truth there than what Tobias came up with. Still, the blabbering was helping to keep her awake, though she didn't know if it was worth the annoyance.

"You know," Zoe said, riding along beside the wagon, "I think tomorrow's going to be a good day. Or at least an interesting one." She loosely gripped her spear near the head, sticking it into the ground repeatedly as her horse walked along. Her gaze had a tendency to be a bit absent, but she was still paying attention, evidenced by the giggles that bubbled out of her during Shela's story, despite the horrific events the dwarf was describing.

She looked up at the sky about as much as she did the world around her, seemingly content to wander about with a group of strange people she'd only just met.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Fiona couldn't help but hope that the dwarf woman did poof. Of course, she felt quite bad about such thoughts, but Shela just rubbed her the wrong way for some reason. She knew some of the others weren't exactly her type, but the dwarf just irritated her, with the lack of any manners, forcing herself upon their company, and in general her callousness. Fiona hoped it was just due to her mood, having been up for so long, and now facing the prospect of being up even longer.

Having this other new girl toss still damp clothes on her head while she was trying to pick up her own didn't help. Grabbing her jacket and pants she fled the bombardment, tossing the jacket onto her saddle and proceeding to untie the cloth around her hips. The pants were dry enough now, so she squeezed back into them, before finding a pair of dry socks in her bags and then tugging on her still soggy boots. She looked up at the others while lacing them, having done it enough times to not need to look.

"We still have a job to do," she reminded the group. "I think we should keep going towards the next village, since we don't know which way to look. We'll keep an eye out, of course, and help if we can, but... Sana's tough, and can look out for herself. The orphans only have us to help them." It felt a bit cold to effectively turn away from those that had disappeared, but it seemed they were forced to choose between continuing with their work, or wasting even more time looking for... they didn't even know what.

"Fine by me," Zoe said, hopping down once the last of the clothes were in a nice little pile below her. "Sounds like a worthwhile job. I'm all for helping kiddos. And yeah, sticking together sounds good. No desire to get poofed here."