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Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Farmer’s Market! Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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With the advent of the night the chill was returning to the world in greater force, but Kosara’s brand new and comfortable coat and boots kept her in good warmth, making her all fuzzy on the inside. Though that could just be the very nice soft feeling of the inner lining of the coat. Same thing really. Still reminding herself that she had to do something for V later in thanks, she followed the man as he led the way to the coveted mulled wine. The sudden appearance of the man with the fishing pole, made her recall the man with finish pole that had given her a very similar greeting earlier the day when they were arriving in town. She blinked and greeted him in return with a huge friendly smile. If he thought it was morning who was she to judge? After all the only difference between night and morning was really the time and nobody really knew the time without some serious time following instruments… or without being godly in some form or another!” Greetings! Yes it is! Wish you best of luck with the fishies!” She told the fishing pole wielding man as he moved away laughing!

Eventually they arrived by a brazier and Beppo brought drinks from the nearby canvas stall. Ahh the mulled wine! She tasted it slowly, savoring the exotic taste. It wasn’t often one got mulled wine out in the desert. Especially one that was from the far north. The conversation was pleasant enough and Kosara found herself enjoying it rather much. It all led to an eventual hushed whispering about the secrets of crying even when you didn’t feel like crying. Said secret turned out to be mint. MINT! Kosara gave him wide surprised eyes and nodded her shocked expression before nodding, putting a finger to her lips.” No soul shall hear about it from me! Promise. I am very good at keeping secrets! The only one who keeps secrets better than me is Grandpa, but that's because he rarely leaves home to chat with people!” She gave him her most sincere promise of the fact. After taking a sip from her wine, she looked around for a moment, before speaking again.” What about garlic? I haven’t had too much exposure to the thing, but I hear it’s real good at making you tear up. Wouldn’t that make a good tool too?” She asked him quietly. Looking around as if expecting the crying spies to show up and steal the crying secrets. If nothing else Kosara really liked to get into such overly dramatical plays.

Still going on with the conversation, Kosara figured she might as well ask a question that she wanted to ask.” Hey, Beppo, what’s with the Municipal building? I passed it on the way in the city earlier in the day. Back home in the Oasis we didn’t have much buildings to begin with, but why does it have such grand walls when it’s in the city? I get why a city might have surrounding walls to protect from bad folks, but I don’t know why one would need such walls inside a city! A castle in a city I also understand, got to protect a princess, but everything else? I’ve been meaning to ask my friends, but they all just took it in stride and I was worried they will laugh at me for asking!” Yeah it was bugging her very much that question. Why does one need such tall walls inside a city? Was there a point?

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Farmer’s Market! Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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As the show trickled onward, Kosara found herself following some of the contestants with the edge of her sight, planning to approach some or just watching them cause she was curious. She nearly forgot her purpose on the market! Which was gathering food stuffs! Then she spotted the man who cried on demand and recalled that no, it wasn’t gathering foodstuffs that was her task, it was to gather intelligence! Well, she concluded that making connections with the locals and gathering useful skills should also count.

With a smile on her face and a quick skip forward, she quickly found herself next to the man.” Hello there! My name’s Kosara and I was really impressed with your skill! I’m willing to pay your fee and even on top of it, would you be willing to give me a few tips to start learning to do the same?” She asked with an innocent happy smile on her face, studying the man in more detail now that she was up close. A human, middle to advanced aged, clothing that has clearly seen use and work. Not something unusual in towns, she supposed, she had seen many in similar conditions since her journey out of her home. Turned out he was named Beppo. A fairly nice old man who in the end didn’t seem opposed to talking with her and giving her information to start her crying career.

They had a really nice chat and Kosara eagerly listened, nodded and took a few notes here and there as he explained how it worked. To her mild surprise he revealed he used to be part of the local theater when he was young! The tiefling was especially excited to ask a few questions about that too. Her only exposure to theater was traveling ones that pass by the oasis. She wasn’t sure if it was the same as a proper local performance with a stage and all.

“Ohh, I would love to! I like mulled wine! Well I love all kinds of wine! I don’t get allowed too much usually, but I do love em! Tried mulled one in another city when I tried traveling after I left my home.” She immediately brightened up when the man offered more information about the skill in exchange of having a drink and secrecy!” I have to admit though, I like this city! So much interesting stuff in these festivals! Going to have to search for some trinkets to buy before I leave. I got to get gifts for my family after all.” Kosara added, smiling.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Farmer’s Market! Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Kosara confidently strode through the colorful collection of tents, stalls and people milling about. There were just so many sights to see and even the air was filled with the tasty aroma of different foods! Though to be fair at places there were other scents too, but she wasn’t going to think about those ones right now. The attention she gathered from the locals was a thing she paid little of her own, mostly because she was well used to being the center of attention as a dancer! Besides people kinda fell second to food and sights for the most part.

Skipping merrily forward and whistling a tune, she took in everything she could see and studied the food stalls. Sure enough, the pale tiefling quickly diverted her general wandering about the market to actually browsing the foodstuffs on display. So many curious things, some familiar and others not! For example she saw the pits for preparation of the cattle. Yeah she wasn’t used to seeing farm animals being butchered and prepared in these numbers. It very much put things into perspective when compared to back home. There wasn’t much land that could be used for animal grazing in the lands she grew up in, so most meat they got was already treated for long term preservation. So seeing so much fresh meat was very interesting.

The dancer quickly began amassing a small collection of rustic foodstuffs. Some she ate now, others she put away for sharing with the party later tonight or tomorrow morning when they reconvene as a group! She naturally also realized the fact that there was so much meat and other farming produce present, likely meant that now was the time to stock up on preserved supplies. Stuff like the meats that were being dried, smoked or salted. It made her think of Morty. Now Kosara really wondered if the undead pig used to hang somewhere on a rack while smoked? Wouldn’t THAT be an interesting sight. All in all, Kosara spend 3 whole silvers on food while wandering the stalls. Sadly she very much doubted there was Cactus Water stored somewhere around here. She didn’t even bother asking. Since well… you needed cacti to have cactus water! But she had decided to grab some spiced wine later. If not for tonight then for later eventually.

Eventually she ended up where the crowds were the biggest! Naturally she was going to look at the talent competition! There were a lot of things she hadn’t seen before! Some more impressive than others naturally. Kosara enthusiastically applauded EVERY person that showed on stage to show their trick, no matter how simple it was! Even the ones making shadow puppets! It was all something that carried meaning! Her own sisters had in the past made show puppets when telling her stories, so she didn’t think they were stupid! It was all merry fun and there were some really unique and interesting things that she very much enjoyed even more than she did everything else. For example the guy who could cry on demand! That was hilarious and useful! Kosara could very much imagine using that ability for gains! The tiefling could hardly imagine all the foodstuffs she’d be able to get if she looked sad! In her experience people tried to console those that were sad! So yes, she was thinking of gains… food gains!

The musicians were mixed bag, but she still applauded! It was all fun! Granted none were of V’s skills, but that didn’t matter. She especially liked the lady that blew notes with bottles that were filled in varying levels! That was quite interesting thing she hadn’t seen before! Now Kosara was wondering if there was a way to make use of this curious phenomenon? Could it be recreated using great basins of water, not even glass ones? She HAD to test it later! As a whole, it was a mighty fine entertainment present and Kosara could sort of understand why they wouldn’t want V present… she’d win the reward with ease!

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Hayloft - > Farmer’s Market! Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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“I see, I see.” Kosara nodded at his statement that he barely stood her presence.” Alrighty then, Sneaky Hugh, have fun!” The tiefling told him. She watched as the man moved away with the Bard and with Marita and Kathryn already off on their adventure, this left Kosara with a very distinct lack of companions. She briefly pondered doing as Hugh suggested and following her friends to join on their merry adventure in the bar expanses, however as she made her way outside the hayloft and stopped to look around, her steps instead took her in entirely different direction… Well not Entirely, but she wasn’t heading to follow the Warrior and the Cleric.

What Kosara did instead was quickly and joyfully skip along to the Farmers’ Market where earlier she had gotten wind of Talent Competition! That was a thing to see! Besides ‘farmer’s market’, suggested the possibility of all manner of farming produce to be present and the dancer as the born and raised in the desert type, didn’t have much experience with those. Naturally she wanted them ALL recorded in her journals! There was also that thing she vaguely recalled being called “Hog Broiling Competition”. Now THAT she had to see, hopefully she wouldn’t have missed everything, but even if she did, she was certain there would be more than enough things to entertain herself with before she decides to move on. Then she’d probably visit the other market…. For even more curios!

Getting back to the Farmer’s Market wasn’t hard. In fact she realized it was one of the biggest parts of the city. How much space it took exactly, she wasn’t sure, however it was a lot. This brought the curious question if this was normal for a city this size to have a market that big, but then again they did say this was the capital and trading hub of the area. In any case, place was just as she recalled from earlier today. In other words – bustling with life! People were everywhere, there were things everywhere and the noise of life filled the very air! It was noisier than quite a few taverns’ she’s been at. The sheer number of people present and talking seemed to have been gradually building up effect. Kosara was thus happy! There was merriment in the air and she wanted to be part of it, so she happily skipped ahead forward deeper into the bustling Farmer’s Market.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Hayloft Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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“Yep we are! REALLY GOOD friends!” Kosara pipped up in response to Lizbeth’s question and Kathryn’s hurried hushed denials, using the same intonation they were using, it seemed fun. The tiefling saw absolutely no reason to deny it! Friends they were and she considered them real good ones already! What was the issue with it that Kathryn was seeing, the dancer couldn’t rightly place. She tossed the huge woman a curious glance.” We are really good friends, right? Whats the issue? There are other types of friends?” She asked, pondering what Kathryn meant. There was a distinct dissonance in the white tiefling’s mind between the different meanings of the word ‘friends’. Mainly that she knew only one meaning… or her mind only allowed that one meaning.

When the girl moved to leave, Kosara waved.” Bye, Lizbeth.” Kosara smiled, watching the girl go make herself busy. Kosara in turn decided it was time to confirm her own sleeping arrangements for the night. She was planning on sleeping on the second floor. Or maybe near the fire and light sources in the hayloft. Though thinking about it, up on the second floor with hay as cushion and her bedroll or her blanket over it, it would be a truly new experience! Though she was wondering where they could get a chance to wash or bathe. Did this place has communal baths at least or would they need to find a room in a tavern just for that?

So while Kosara was busy setting her bedroll and other sleeping arrangements on a nice pile of hay upstairs, she followed the conversation turning to what to do now.” Ohh… yes!” She chimed from above when it when Marita mentioned that it should be safe enough to wander about to her and Hugh.” Hey, Hugh, want to go explore the town?” She called out to the very fancy and very sneaky monk as she finished her preparations and headed downstairs again, bringing her bag with her, having left only the bedding behind. More space in her bag and it was lighter now! She would be capable of neatly collecting stuff!

“I’m thinking of checking the markets! I want to see what this festival’s all about! And if there’s something of note happening, it’s likely to happen at the markets where people gather! Evil folks, dastardly schemes, underhanded means! We can also swing by that walled municipal building! It seemed to hold secrets, I want to check it again!” She let out a childish laughter as she practically skipped out of the hayloft.” So we go together or split? I might go back to the Honey Barn later in the evening, or most certainly tomorrow. Madam Marcie seemed to have work and I want to talk with the girls there. They will know all the latest gossip!”

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@Lucius Cypher no worries RL takes priority, I understand ^^

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Hayloft Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Attempts to lighten up the mood of the girl weren’t going too smoothly so far, Kosara noted. She was really worried about what to do here! A child was not feeling good and she didn’t know how to make it better! It was NOT a good thing. If she was her grandpa, she’d have done something bigger and better to help fix the girl’s mood. However she wasn’t, so she and Kathryn would have to do this the old fashioned way, problem was that she had no idea what that way was! She was of half a mind to ask if Lizbeth wants to learn some curious skills. Maybe teach her some basic dances? Actually that had potential! Then her eyes glided over their cart and she suddenly had the thought of racing with that thing sneak it’s way back inside her head.

She suddenly halted and blinked in confused manner as the girl rather seriously stared at the older woman. The white teifling followed their eyes and noted them staring at each other for a bit, wow she could practically sense the unspoken seriousness here! Was this a skill? Can it be learned?” Hmm? “ She made a questioning sound as she heard names being thrown about. Names of gods and rose an eyebrow, making a really hard thinking face. There was a story here and she wondered what it was!

Then Kosara’s head did a sharp turn and looked at Hugh. She had nearly forgotten their Fancy Sneaky Monk friend because of the veritable excitement since arrival! He was sneaky as his title implied indeed! Also smart!” You’re right! Think we can drop the mule off for the evening? I am sure Mr. Mule’s tired from puling the cart the entire day! Mr Mule was so hungry he tried to attack that Cabbage Cart earlier after all! We should make sure he gets fed properly.” All in all the party’s situation was decent. They had a roof over their heads, they had transport, job opportunities and most importantly a place to explore! All the possible things lurking about to be discovered! Though, just as her mind was wandering away on merry treasure hunts and possible glorious adventures, she realized there was still Lizbeth and dragged her attention back to the matters at hand.

After they separate from Cecily and Lizbeth, they were going to be free to go on with their own devices. Kosara planned to make use of the time and opportunity then. For now though, there were still young girls to try cheering up! If it didn’t work, HUGs were going to do it. Hugs always do it!

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: The Honey Barn! → Hayloft Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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As Marcie was positive with the gained attention, so did Kosara with the brief comments and compliment on her and V’s exquisitiveness. She also smiled ever more brightly, getting reminded of some of her sisters in mannerism from the owner of the Honey Barn. Maybe one day when the man they considered sort of father figure in the Caravan Stop retired, one of her sisters were going to take over and eventually bring it to something similar? Well unlikely given the difference in culture and dominant fashions, but Kosara could well see the future owner having similar attitude as this Halfling woman, especially if it was some of her sisters she had in mind.

“Well it’s a type of big… lyre’s the closest analog to it, I think?” Kosara mused aloud at the woman’s question about what the music instrument she was used to playing. Of course her main task was always the dancing. She had sisters who were more skilled in playing the instruments than herself and while she learned and on occasion played, she was almost always a dancer. Of course she missed playing at times. The ability to make music as you wished.” I would love to perform for you, Madam, if I get the chance.” She informed the woman with a huge smile on her face. Of course she loved to dance for people! Dancing was her life after all and she loved the activity very very much.:” I also know some massages that help with sore back and muscles, a bit of professional necessity!”

Kosara let out a slight blush at the compliment of her hair and nodded eagerly, waiting with utmost attention when the woman whispered the ‘secret’ of taking care of her hair in the north. Kosara’s eyes grew bigger and she immediately started nodding silently. Agreeing to keep the secret well.. a secret. Maybe she should do it too… back home she did it often enough because of baths and and what not. Here it wasn’t quite so… mostly cause it was cold. She very much missed the hot sands where you could take a bath and by completely alright to move about drenched in water. Could toss yourself into the oasis and be dry in matter of minutes. Though swimming in the oasis was kind of forbidden. Not that she hadn’t secretly done it when she was smaller.” Thank you, I will give it a try when I get the chance.” She whispered back.

“I think we need to settle in for longings since we arrived, but I’ll be sure to come to see if we cannot work together, Madam Marcie!” Kosara promised, waving energetically, as the woman excused herself to return to her tasks. Yeah it was indeed reminding her more of home despite how different it was. At least how Marcie was making it sound. If for nothing else she might just see if they can arrange a performance or two so she could enjoy a tiny slice of home away from home. That and she wondered what shows and performances they’ve got here. Maybe there was something they could make use of back home?

When they finally arrived at the Heyloft it certainly was a new experience for Kosara!” Ohhh!” She exclaimed and marvel when she saw the bales of hay that were about and quickly hurried over to them, patting htem a few times before concluding that YES they were going to make a fine enough bedding with the right additions. Like her bedroll on top of the hay, so she’s not laying directly on it. Cause she really had no idea where she’d get a bath afterwards if she slept directly onto the hay. Still she studied the surroundings more, taking in both the doors, where the lamp and the fire bowl were. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Kathryn seemingly consoling the younger girl. It was a very adorable sight actually. The big strong warrior princess trying to keep the tiny young girl from crumbling down.

Seeing it being done in the moment, Kosara quickly hopped over, but didn’t join in the hug.” Hey, Lizbeth, do you want to see how heroic Kathryn can look?” Kosara asked, creating a simple static palm sized illusionary image with Prestidigitation. Kind of how she did for the party when they just met. This time she did it of the warrior woman instead of herself so it looked like it was tiny figurine that was spinning in a music box. It was her attempt to distract the girl really. She even did a second prestidigitation to add some harmless sparkles over hte tiny illusionary image to make it look even more heroic.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Avonshire ( Around town. ) → The Honey Barn! Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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The journey through town passed quickly and without much time to let one’s mind wander loose. Kosara had to admit she learned a lot of how to drive a mule drawn carriage. A very important skill to have, she realized. A wagon was invaluable tool to have at your disposal. All the gear and supply storage on the road! She saw a few on the roads that had more wooden walls and even roof and realized that it could be a home on the road too! Eve a canvas covered one could serve as a nice tent replacement and you didn’t even have to sleep on the ground! Admittedly she liked sleeping on the soft earth with nary but her blankets and bedrolls, however there were times when the only available surface was rocks… and then there was this rain thing that was much more issue here in the north and outside the deserts.

When it came to the options of accommodations, she was pondering the options of the common room of an inn and this hayloft. Kathryn expressed interest in the hayloft and Kosara wasn’t far behind to quip and chip in also.” I’m interested too! Never seen a hayloft before!” She called joyfully, wondering what the experience of sleeping in one would be.

From there on the journey slowly continued onwards until they reached the fabled ‘Honey Barn’. First thing that Kosara noted was...” It’s not covered in Honey...” She said audibly and with a disappointed sigh.” I mean… I didn’t think it would be, but I hoped.” Alright, one childish dream of things that weren’t meant to be broken. On a side note though it looked… big..ish. Maybe bigger than the main hall of the tavern she grew up in… scratch that the main floor of this place was bigger than her home. The caravan stop however made up with having a few different buildings and also a very nice outdoor area for those that wanted to be on the outside. Still Kosara felt really curious and wondered how it looked on the inside. Ideas of the possibilities of it ever being a barn covered in honey vanishing from her mind when a rather well shaped, but short woman with penchant for purple arrived! Kosara had only seen that much purple on V before! For that reason the teifling stole a glance at the bard, evaluating the shades of purple for a brief moment, concluding that V’s was more tasteful and returned her attention to the woman. Fancy hair… check… that expression… check… way of acting and speaking… check. Kosara had her pegged as the owner of this place right away due the similarities to a few people back home and the word exchange of the woman with Cecily only confirmed it. That corsait thing that she was wearing, certainly didn’t look comfortable however. It also was certain to get in the way of her type of dancing! Plus nobody in their right mind with wear something like that in the deserts with all the blazing sun and the scorching sands. Sand got EVERYWHERE… it was a recipe for disaster to wear something that tight fit and made out of leather.

When the introductions were given and an offer for a handshake arrived, Kosara hopped to it in her almost patented energetic way.” Hello, Madame Marcie!” She greeted in turn a huge smile on her face.” My name’s Kosara. I’m a dancer by trade and I play the Simsimiyya.” She greeted in return, not mentioning that she was apparently an adventurer too. Less because of some grand masterplan of subterfuge and more of the fact that Kosara will forever consider herself dancer first, traveler second and adventurer third.

“It looks like a great place! Very shiny and… costly looking! Must have taken a lot of time and effort to build up! My sisters would have loved to work at a place like this at least for a time. Though when I left, busyness in the desert was still high, nowhere near as it appears to be here.” She added when the woman mentioned her property in this case the Honey Barn.” I am looking forward to this festival, thank you! It’s going to be my first Festival! I’m looking to see and experience as much as I could!”

“If I may ask, Madam Marci, how do you maintain your nice raven hair this well in the North?” Kosara asked with genuine curiosity and plea in her voice.” Back home in the south, my sisters and I took care of it easily enough, but my usual lotions doesn’t seem to be working as well in the colder weather! What’s more they are hard to find or make since the products don’t seem to grow here!” She added, showing her impressive white braid.

Frozen Darkness

"Yeah, you are right." Cat nodded at Donny's assestment of the situation with the chasm ahead of them. She eyed how wide the hole was and roughly how much space she had to pick up speed, given ehr current gear and a few other possible factors that were of note for a jump of that nature. Usually a jump of ten feet was nothing for her, but being underground with ice and her usual gear was a bit iffy. That and she wasn't actually certain how stable the ground was.

She quickly began securing everything on herself. Making sure the bag was tightly closed and even if something goes wrong, nothing would fall out. That her rifle was neatly around her body on it's sling and so on. Once everything was indeed ready, she pulled her knife in a reverse grip and gestured to Donny." Alright, give me the rope. Need to wrap it around myself just in case, I'm not very sure that the ground near the chasm is stable enough. Better be safe than sorry." Once the rope was handed over and she wrapped one end around her waist, she nodded at him, before bolting forward.

One step, two steps, three steps and she was right by the edge. Just as she was already in the process of crouching down in the motion to build up potential energy for the jump, a cracking sound filled her ear and she by instinct jumped early and just in time as the entire chunk of the floor underneath her feet simply fell down into the chasm, shards of concrete and ice breaking off. She however managed to jump in time, what wasn't as good was that she didn't have enough energy build into the jump to make it clean over. Instead half her body was over the edge only, legs dangling as she hit the other side, almost blowing all the air in her lungs when the edge of the chasm hit into her chest. It bloody hurt, but she managed to hold on because she stapped her dagger deep into the ice, managing to grab a bit of leverage to not slip downwards.

Cat was trying to catch her breath, knowing that she might have cracked a rib with that hit, but had no choice. With feet flailing about until she managed to step on a nice tiny ledge and her other hand grasping forward and into objects on the other end, she finally pulled herself over the edge, crawled over to the railtracks and untied the rops from herself transfering it to the tracks and gave Donny the thumbs up to move over as she was busy examining her ribs by lightly touching them to see if anything gae easily. Nothing was moving too much, so she was thinking it was cracked ribs case and the hurtful line across her lower chest gave credence to that theory. Cat knew that in a day or two if she was to take off her shirts, there would be a dark blue/green line where the chasm edge had impacted. Not pleasant, not pleasant at all. Clentching her teeth, she supposed it could have been worse. She oculd have lost grip of her knife or the knife could have not been enough to hold herself from slipping. Then who knew how she might have hurt herself from that fall, even if she had the rope tied to donny for just that situation. Just impacting back the other side of the chasm at a bad angle could be deadly or crippling. She was lucky this time.