Shoe Thief

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Undead Grapes? Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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"I do have to agree V. Maybe what we need is a chance to stand back and look at the situation under a much less..." Kathryn paused trying to think of the right word for the situation, then wondered if thinking this long to complete a sentence would undercut the right impression she was going for. "A much less intense situation." She said the thinking look still on her face. Alas, she would need to work on that. Thankfully Blackberry had come up with the idea for V to ask her new teacher about the plant! That should hopefully help a ton. An expert in plants and herbs looking into their situation. Combined with stepping back to look at what they saw again, surely they could come up with something right? "I do wonder if the town has some record of people who have gone missing? Maybe we can find something out from there? If I had to guess, they were probably workers on the L'Rose vineyard at one point or another. So maybe even there is some kind of workers history, or old paylog we can look at?" Kat asked hoping for some sort of confirmation that it wasn't a terrible idea. Her hope was to cross check these two theoretical lists, and see what overlapped. Though first she would have to see if records like that existed, or if something comparable could replace it.

While deep in pondering thoughts, attempting to use that plus sized brain she had in her skull, her carriage of thought had been cut short by a cold icy ball of FURY hitting her square in the face. After spitting out the bits that had been captured by her mouth and letting out a rather childish laughter for someone of her size she stood up with a big toothy grin on her face. "Maybe I will, Maybe I wont." The half giant said smugly as she bent down to grab her own clump of snow and compact it into it's own ball of frozen fury! She was a bit more subtle than her thoughts implied. She allowed her very close friend to finish her own investigating work, waiting for her to stand back up. Less than a second or two after Kosara had failed to locate the evil grape that grows undead people, Kathryn leaned into her throwing stance, sending a snowball of much large size and density into the tiefling woman's chest! "My turn!" Kathryn called out as the massive snowball hit Kosara square in the chest. All in good fun, but alas the big woman could get carried away.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Undead Grapes? Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Returning to the distillery was a rather amusing site. Seeing Kosara work on the snowman reminded Kat of what it was like to be a young girl again! If they weren't in the middle of something important and ready to move out again, Kathryn may have joined her. But she needed to stay focused!! Much to her own challenge. Thankfully, Master Urmdrus was more than prepared to seal the doorway. Though the materials were rather raw, the door was surprisingly well made! Walking up to the built up door, Kathryn gave a soft and long whistle to it. "For a job done with no notice, and with limited materials, I gotta say this is some fine handy work." Kathryn made sure to compliment the crafts man. "Maybe someday I will have skills even half as good as yours!" Trade skills weren't Kathryn's strong suit, but she did love working with tools. So maybe that could be a backup profession should she ever retire from adventuring. And also not pursue her career as a lady of power.

With a simple but cold walk to the grapes, Kathryn found herself still rather comfortable. Maybe it was just being more accustomed to the cold, maybe it was the many layers she was wearing, or maybe she was just a naturally warm person? Who knew! "Having fun Kosara?" Kat asked the tiefling dancing and jumping as she ran along to the grapes. Kathryn figured Kosara would be the most susceptible to the cold. Between being a tiefling which she was pretty sure were a species much more suited to the fires of some underworlds, being used to the desert and being raised in their sands, and also the fact she was a little difficult to keep dressed, she figured she would need to be heated the most? Or maybe she was also naturally warm. "How do you think she does it?" Kathryn leaned over and asked Blackberry. "I can see us holding up fine in this weather, but Kosara is acting like this is her natural habitat. The more I see of this world, the more it confuses me." The half giant chuckled with a smile on her face.

Unfortunately, the investigation didn't seen to bear much fruit. Well except for the one that popped in Kat's mouth like a leaking pimple... After nearly puking to the after taste and the smell, the tall woman took a moment to take note of Blackberry commenting on her tasting the berry. "I don't-" She paused to let out a short coughing fit before clearing her throat and continuing. "I don't eat and drink everything in sight! I've been doing really good at watching my weight!" She said defensively. Working hard to make sure her body used every calorie she in took into nothing but energy and pure muscle mass! Yes she was probably heavier, but she grew a few inches, and was physically a lot stronger than a couple weeks ago! She worked hard to keep fat off her body... and normally the armor hid it rather well... The rather direct comment didn't stop Kat from trying to help Blackberry as he took a sample from the weird dead grape bush. She wasn't sure how much help she actually was, but she hoped it was the thought that counted.

Speaking of eating everything in sight... She figured she would try to recreate her experiment to see if it got any different results. "I have... an idea!" She said proudly and rather confidently. "Kosara, if these are in fact magical grapes, we shall know soon enough." She spoke confidently still as she plucked another grape, and tossed it into her mouth. The grape tossed in so fast that she didn't even get a chance to smell it. HA HA!! SUCCESS! She then took a moment to suck the grape instead of chewing it, hoping to taste it without that horrible texture in her mouth. Unfortunately, her tooth had pierced the grape. Yet again, that oozing popped clumpy blister feeling was in her mouth again. "Huk Gak Gak" The half giant coughed out as pieces of grape flew from her mouth and made some rather solid distance! "Nope uh... learned nothing new..." She said rather shamefully. And again, to wash out the rather god awful texture she took another sip of her brandy filled water skin. Then it clicked... that maybe that was more what BB was talking about... not necessarily the quantity of food and drink she had.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Outside Distillery --> Undead Grapes? Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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The run to the couch house went rather smoothly all things considering! The barrel was heavy, but lighter than her morning workout routine. On top of that, she wasn't going to push herself as much as she could, so she could take it a little easier as well. She also didn't want to carry it all the way back up to the main house yet. Partially because she wasn't sure if the L'Rose family would be there. Partially because she couldn't be too sure what they would want to do with it. And maybe she wanted another sample to be safe. Either way she would let the L'Rose family members know they had the brandy once they were found! Until then, less travel with them was better. On their way out, Katrhyn found herself stopped with Victoria by none other than Master Urmdus. Who seemed... less than pleased. Before Kat had a chance to ask what was wrong, the dwarf was back to measuring the duo to be refit for their new sets of armor. "I well..." Kathryn said red in the face, unsure how to speak for a moment as she was remeasured. When the master craftsman was done with the measurements, he made it a point to mention to STOP CHANGING SIZE. "Sorry..." The half giant would say rather ashamed. "Thank you for being flexible Master Urmdus." Kathryn said before giving a short bow to the man.

Thankfully he was more than willing to return to the distillery site to help seal it off. While on the return trip Victoria even began explaining the specifics of arcana to the tall woman! Kathryn watched like a young girl in school learning about one of her favorite topics. Had she a desk and notes, both would be fully utilized! But alas, she lacked the means of proper note taking. For now, she would take mental notes and do what she could to remember. She did explain why her magic earlier wouldn't work on the basement, but it didn't make a ton of sense to Kathryn. She kind of understood the general idea, but it was a struggle for her to grasp. She even explained bits about what it was like to be a necromancer! Or at least a magical user who was able to do a little bit of everything, with a minor focus to necromancy! "You're clearly leagues above me in terms of use of the arcane. Even the magic I use is crude compared to what you can do." Powerful, but crude none the less. And Kathryn wasn't the best skilled with it either. She was actually probably well below average, making up for it using her martial skills and brute strength to make up for her deficiencies in Runic Magic. Thankfully those skills complimented each other well.

Her explanation of being able to speak with dead people was interesting, but it seemed the duo in the basement would be unusable for this purpose. "I guess I could snap the neck of the next one we see? Or cave in their chest cavity if neck snapping won't cut it..." Kathryn said pondering things. A part of her figured adventuring would involve a lot more using her physical might to overpower her enemies. And though she wasn't dumb by any standards other than high wizards, it was clear much of her skills were dependent on her physical ability. So she would offer it however she could to assist! And assist in other areas where she could. She did briefly take note of how enthusiastic Victoria seemed to be to animate a corpse. "Guessing you don't get to practice your hobbies too much do you?" Kathryn said teasing Victoria when the smaller woman very much tried to hide her glee. Did Kathryn get it? No not really. Playing with dead bodies was far from appealing to the half giant. But alas, Kat enjoyed fighting, and even in life or death situations she had fun with it. Hitting a bastard so hard bones shatter to powder. Finding a weak point in armor to a foe, and watching the realization they have that they are now fucked. Kind of messed up, but she enjoyed the fight. Sparing was also fun, but it didn't have that same adrenaline rush as fighting someone who wanted to end your life.

Kathryn found the scene back at the distillery rather amusing overall. But nothing too out of hand. She almost expected the place to be up in flames. Just a random thought, but she was relieved to see the whole place intact, and nothing on fire. Kathryn did chuckle towards Blackberry's silly comments about Morty the second. "I know right? He's so full of life!" Kathryn said walking over to the undead pig, about ready to shake its face. But a little warning bell went off in the back of her mind telling her that was a bad idea. So instead she just pointed to the undead bacon to be with both of her arms palms open. "So lively." She spoke out in her most smart assery tone she could muster. But then!! She was volunteered to help barricade the entrance to the distillery! She was really hoping to see this investigation through, but she also understood that out of all the party members she was also the most qualified to help. "I can stay for a bit, but I was hoping to check out the grapes with Kosara. Afterwards I will be right back to help out!" Kathryn said really hoping to check things out. "Plus if my help is really needed, V can let us know through her..." She looked at the bird, unsure what to think of it. "She'll let us know." Kathryn spoke matter of factly. The bird was cool, but another dead animal was still creepy to her. She would still stay a moment to help Master Urmdus with the door, but rush to catch up with the others as they went to check out the grapes.

Upon seeing the grapes, they just seemed.... wrong. The plant looked dead, but the grape looked perfectly fine? The smell though... was wrong. Leaning in Kat gave it a sniff. It smelled like rancid meat gone bad. But alas, The Kat was curious. Taking one of the grapes ever so carefully off the vine, she plucked it into her mouth and found herself rather surprised. It was sweet! It reminded her of the brandy she had drank in the distillery?! "What the Fu-" She was cut off by her own gagging as the grape popped in her mouth like a boil in her mouth. The taste was good, but the texture itself with the smell of rotten meat in front of her face was enough to make her feel like she would puke. With a quick swallow she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Can't say I know a ton about grapes and wine making, but I think these fuckers are the ones used to make the brandy we just found." Speaking of which, Kat would take her water skin out and drink some more of it to wash out the idea of the foul smell. More of a placebo effect, but she needed it. "Definitely the L'Rose brand, that is for sure." The aftertaste was familiar too. Not to the brandy... but to something else she had recently. But she wasn't too sure what it could be.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Outside Distillery --> Manor --> Outside Distillery Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Kathryn jumped back at the magical energy that loosed from Kosara. Surprised at the flaming magic the tiefling woman had, but realizing she probably shouldn't be so surprised. "Holy shit dude... Little warning next time yeah?" Kathryn asked Kosara with a chuckle and a surprised smile on her face. Truthfully, she was just happy this whole place didn't go up in flame with Kosara's stunt. But maybe her magic was fire proof? She heard Tieflings were fire proof once. But she also didn't know any tieflings prior to this adventure. She had seen a couple on her travels, but never knew any of them. And not longer than a passing glance.

Pondering of tieflings aside, Kosara had a point. They should probably seal this place up. The conversation she had with V also was rather informative. Kathryn listened closely to V as she explained how different kinds of magic worked. Her face was visibly pondering like a young student in learning trying to grasp an exciting topic she knew little about. "Well, I am studying some runic magic from a couple of those books, and trying to continue the translations in the others. When we have time maybe we can lend each other a hand? I can help you with your books, and you can help me with mine?" Kathryn offered hoping to learn a bit from Victoria, and maybe even teach Victoria some stuff herself! "I would love to learn some stuff about Arcana! It's pretty nifty stuff from what I hear. Though I do wonder... how come we can't use the identification spell in here? When we suspect there is magic afoot, but we don't know for sure what it is?" She was sure there were rules on how spells could be used. But little of it made sense to the poor half giant.

Thankfully getting the barrels out of the distillery was easy work. Several of the barrels were of comparable weight to those she worked out with many mornings. But this was also evidence. So she had to be rather careful. One by one she rolled up several barrels to load up into the cart V found, and so she could carry one back. This wasn't her morning workout where she was trying to push herself as far as she could go, so it was better safe than sorry. She could have gone into her giant's form. But that didn't last too long. She hadn't timed it yet, but she wasn't convinced it would last long enough to get the barrels back. So she figured just the one to get some back. The rest could be gathered later with the wagon and the mule that Blackberry was growing rather fond of.

"I am going to grab us some help to get this sealed back up so we don't get too many stragglers going in. Or out..." Kathryn said in a weary tone. It was clear something was up, but all of their attempts to figure things out have been stifled either do to a lack of evidence, or a lack of ability to find said evidence. "I'll be right back with some help!" And she set off, dropping off the ale at the couch house due to it's closer proximity to the distillery, and moving on to grab some help. Ideally aiming for Cecily or Lizbeth as they may know more about the history of said place, but anyone who had a spare moment to help she was open to offering. Thankfully not a far walk as she returned after passing the word along for assistance.

Kathryn was able to make it back in decent enough time after asking about getting help. Seemingly in time for her to explain her concerns with the issues going on in the distillery. "What if they are like vampires? And are only active at night? Or like the constable and his goons and only get their powers on specific times? Were-... were zombies..." She would work on that. Names were not her strong suit. "But what kind of command could those two have? They were trapped in a distillery for countless years. And as Kosara said, one of them had their head bashed in. And was likely killed in there." Then there was the concern of whoever gave the order. Maybe they were made on accident? Magic could do all sorts of weird things. But even then, how were they created? "Could it just be more mild magic playing tricks on us? Messing without magic and those corpses giving us false information?" Kathryn probably had the least experience with magic in the party, and the magic she did know was a rather powerful, but crude magic. Far from the elegance of arcana.

"When I dropped off the first barrel I asked for some help that should be here pretty soon. Hopefully we can seal this up until we get a better idea on what to do here. Maybe we gotta come here during the night, or the full moon?" She paused looking at their resident necromancer. "Hey V, if they might already be animated in some form, could you try to take control over them? Or if we found a way to cancel out their possible undead condition, could you speak with them then?" She wasn't sure how to kill a dead guy who wasn't undead if that was even the case. Maybe snap their neck? Remove their heads? She had no idea. She listened to Kosara explained how the now burnt corpses should they ever animate, may be easier to face now. "makes sense to me. They have less body, so there is less body to destroy!" Was that how it worked? No idea. But! It made sense to Kat. And magic had its own logic. Speaking of magic, Kathryn enjoyed another sip of that brandy from her waterskin. It was rather good, maybe this could be her drink of choice for a bit.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: Another Growth spirt Location: Old Distillery --> Outside Distillery Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Kathryn listened intently as the group went about their investigation. Again, Kat found herself rather lacking here. Sure she wasn't useless, but compared to her party, she didn't really have the skill set for this sort of thing. She was more of a "Hey how's it going" sort of girl. Then flatten into paste sort of girl when that failed. The latter being a much more proficient skill of hers. "I'll admit, this whole thing is rather weird. Between the likely murder scene, and the weird built up magic, and then Victoria's magic not seeming to work on these two?" And... the eye socket BB so politely tested. That Kat would rather forget about now. It's not that she had a weak stomach. But ew.

Kat did take a moment to pause, and listen to how alcohol could be poisoned from time to time in her homeland, and how effective it seemed to be at well.. poisoning people. "I suppose I didn't consider that Kosara..." Kathryn said. They were surprisingly logical points. And they hit harder coming from Kosara who didn't seem to have that sort of logical train of thought. The tiefling woman likely knew a lot more than Kathryn gave her credit for. The tall woman made note of this, and would take what the smaller woman would say with far more consideration. "Well, it tastes pretty fine. Plus, if it was poisoned, chances are V or I would notice something by now. But I do see your point." That would however, not stop her from finishing the cup she had poured for herself. Apart of her still wanted to relax, enjoy the winter in comfortable accommodations. Yet, she was fearing that these complications were going to be a bigger problem than she first thought.

As everyone settled about to finish up their tasks, a question still lingered on Kathryn's mind. What had caused the burst of magic that took place? Seeing as how the dead dudes had failed to rise at Blackberry's prompting, Kat had her doubts there. Even if Victoria's magic had seem to fail on them. Sliding her hammer away, she figured a fight wasn't about to break out. But the weapon of blunt force trauma did remind her of an ability she saw Victoria use once when identifying her new weapon. "Hey V, got a second? And maybe some magic to spare?" Kat asked putting her combat kit away across her back and belt, and maneuvering around the barrels and furniture as to not have to shout across the room. Once next to her slightly less short friend she spoke up with a tone of inquiry on the lip. "Remember when you cast detect magic on my hammer here? Could you do that again? But on the corpses here? Or maybe on the alcohol?" That both Kat and Victoria had consumed... Which looking back, maybe wasn't the best idea. But it was free, and they were so far not dead! Or cursed.

Unfortunately, Victoria had other plans and points to make. "Okay, when we learn more, we'll come back, and learn what we can from these two." And the alcohol both she and V have been sharing. That she may have also filled her water skin with as well. The barrel was already open, she didn't see the harm in filling up the pouch with some liquor for the road. "I think you two are right. We should try and seal this place up when we leave. We don't want some poor innocent walking in and suffering from whatever is going on in here." Or to let something out that could also cause harm. Victoria was also thinking ahead on moving about some of the barrels using a nearby cart! Perfect. "We could load up one or two in the cart, and I could carry one back as well. Do you think it would be better to take the one we already opened? Or leave that here?" Kat asked the bard. She was far the expert in terms of fancier alcohol. Kat was just a consumer and casual enjoyer. "No matter what we do, we should take steps to be cautious. Something weird is happening here. Be in dead people who won't talk, or very convenient brandy. We should be careful." While V went to grab the cart, Kat herself would begin rolling up barrels out of the entry way to be loaded up and carried off.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: Another Growth spirt Location: Old Distillery Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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So far the investigation into this weird place had yielded little results. What it had yielded, was a rather large stock of alcohol, something Kat would never turn down. After sampling a cup, Victoria even joined her as well! As a whole, solid win. Even when Blackberry seemed to disapprove on her antics. "Who in their right mind would poison or curse all this brandy? And to get enough resources to sabotage this much alcohol? Someone would have to be pretty petty or spiteful." Kathryn said confidently, before looking over at the bodies of the duo who were locked in the cellar here. Looking at them, looking at the drink in her hands, she decided that maybe two people trapped in here would be that spiteful... But alas, She and Victoria were still fine. "Plus, the barrels were sealed. If they were the cause of the wild magic, shouldn't we have seen another boon of magic take place when the barrel was opened?" She said rather confidently towards Blackberry. Though internally, she had no idea how this sort of magic worked. And maybe apart of her wanted to be ignorant so she could keep drinking a tad bit more.

After clearing her throat, taking another sip of the brandy, Kathryn figured she should probably do some to help figure out more about this place. First taking attempts to read labels on the barrels, and to also see if she could maybe find shipment papers. And hell, if she could learn anything from tasting the drinks? Even better!! Apart of her was tempted to open another barrel to see if it came across as any different, but she held off for now. She didn't want to risk spoiling the brandy by opening them all up. IF Victoria said was true, these were worth a small fortune to the L'Rose family. Confirming the label on the side, it was definitely theirs at one point... Maybe she should go easier. After this cup though. She also after spending several moments, failed to find much in the form of documentation on the barrels. "I am not finding anything here for records for these barrels and their contents. But like our much dead friends here, they have been here a long time. If I had to guess, likely pretty fresh when they were loaded up, and sealed since." Maybe it was standard practice, but maybe she could figure out a way to use it to tell how long the bodies were here. There's no way they were here longer than the barrels were. So that would at least be a maximum window to work with.

On a more light hearted side of things, Kosara seemed to really be enjoying her new flowers. "Those flowers look good on you Kosara. Really fit with..." she stumbled for a moment, thinking of her words. If she was ever going to return to nobility, she would have to work on this. "With you. They fit you rather well." She said sweetly. "We could probably find a way to braid them into your hair so they look a little less random? Unless you're into the randomness of it. But it could be fun non the less." And as well, she wanted friends to socialize with. Kosara is the closest Kathryn has had to a proper friend in a long time. The previous closest attempting being a woman Kat later learned to be... An aid to Ser Lucas. While he was out working, Kat was trying to dress up and make herself pretty for a big event for the regional nobility. The desperate attempt to reinforce her noble titles. Go to dance, introduce herself to a knight or lordling, get married, obtain power, get justice. Catalina was the one who finally helped her work up the courage to do this, and she had goofed it when she panicked thinking of her whole life ahead of herself with this knight. And had blurted out a random step along her life plans. Alas, her proposal was likely declined. And though Catalina reassured her things were fine, and amusing, she and Ser Lucas had to flee as Kat had overstepped some boundaries. She hadn't seen the woman since. And hoped she was well. Kosara on the other hand was here right now! So having a chance to compliment her friend and keep reassuring that friendship was a win to Kat. She probably wouldn't take dating advice from the tiefling woman though. She seemed a little on the immature side for that. But she was fun to spend time with.

Kathryn's attempts to reassure friendship were quickly ended when she heard a rather sudden and startling flash of light and sound. She jumped back far more steps than she would like to admit, drew a hand axe, and looked ready for a fight. Thankfully, not thrown. Upon seeing Blackberry recover from a rather violent looking sneeze Kat slid the axe back into its spot on her belt. "Are you alright my guy? That sounded lethal." She paused, looking around the room filled with well aged brandy. "Potentially very lethal..." She said considering just how concentrated the juices in the barrels must be. "Let's uh... no blow up. In small confined rooms." To be fair looking about, the room wasn't as packed as it could have been. She figured she could still fit in most of the room in her Runic Giant's form. Likely at least.

The last leg of the investigation yielded different results. Or more concerning, lack there of. Kathryn watched as Victoria cast her spell, and nothing seemed to happen. Kathryn didn't know a ton of magic, but between Victoria's confusion, backberry's concern, Kat was worried that things were about to kick off. "Are they too dead maybe?" But as Blackberry pushed forward, she wondered if maybe the opposite was the case. "Or not dead enough..." Kat mused. Locking her helmet back on. And making sure her shield and hammer were ready. A cold shiver went up Kat's back though as Blackberry poked the dead fellow in the eye socket. "ew..." The warrior half giant mumbled as she looked for a good way to approach. There wasn't enough space to travel through the group, especially with Blackberry already in the way. So she would go around the other barrels to be able to approach the likely less than dead things from the other angle.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: Another Growth spirt Location: Wall thing --> Old Distillery Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Kathryn understood that much of her skills for the party consisted of her ability to wield All the weapons, and her ability to fight well with them. Her ability to physically overpower her foes came in handy often, as for many enemies it removed that option for them entierly. Otherwise, she didn't have too many skills to offer to the party. Raw strength helped, but not as often as she would like. She had the introduction to a high quality formal education, but never finished. She wasn't as dumb as a rock, but she wasn't the wisest either. She wasn't fast or agile, but she wasn't slow either. She supposed she could reach the top shelves for her shorter party members? But with magic many had a work around for that too. So when the chance came to literally brute force the dirt until a doorway appeared, Kathryn was excited! Sure, she wasn't the best of laborers, but she was strong as an ox and wasn't afraid of a little dirt. Though thinking on it, she was probably stronger than an ox. As well, she had more than just a little dirt on her. "damn... there's dirt packed into the links." She muttered. Doing manual labor in full armor after getting into a one on one with Blackberry was exhausting, and her concern with taking off her armor were hindering her probably more than it was helping to keep it on.

Her thoughts on keeping the armor on when she saw the reinforced door bar from the outside were reassured though. But as the party was already likely to go in despite concerns, Kat simply attached her helm, gripped her shield, and kept a hand on her hammer taking point and preparing to face off against whatever poor sap had been locked in here. Or monster. She wondered what could be in here? Treasure? Undead? Mimics? Could mimics survive so long on their own bared down here? She wasn't too sure. An old prison maybe? Or simply an abandoned building that the locals wanted to deter kids from exploring? She was determined to find out! Thankfully, the exterior once bared door was for all intents and purposes, not a problem. The second door, was still very much intact. And could present a problem or two. Until she saw... it was open. Creepy. Taking the edge of her shield, she prepared to face whatever came out head on. And if need be send it deeper into the dirt. But nothing came. At least... not a monster, or a humanoid.

Kathryn wasn't sure what she saw. But... there was something for sure. She was still getting used to dark vision with assistance of her runic magic. And the gentle glow from her hammer made it even easier to see in the dark. Other than more exaggerated shadows, it was almost like looking at things in the daylight. But there was... a gust of wind? Or maybe... a ghost! Kat reflexively swung the hammer, missing entirely the non existent target and taking a small chip out of the wall. She didn't swing too hard in the confined space, not wanting to risk a cave in. But whatever it was, she had missed it and probably looked like a paranoid fool. She stood up strait, attempting to move on from the situation. Until... "Thunk" She paused a moment, confused. She hadn't changed her footing, and unless the tunnel was about to cave in, she didn't understand how she could have hit the ceiling? "Ow?" Kathryn spoke in a confused tone. She wasn't in any sort of pain, just shocked as she tried to process what was happening. Did the tunnel get narrower as she walked along?

The weird ceiling wasn't the only notable thing that had happened. Blackberry was... shinier?! Kosara had flowers in her hair?! Though... Kosara may have done that while they were working in the dirt. She would have to check to be sure. But Victoria had probably the most noticeable change to Kathryn. She was taller! Visibly taller! She couldn't be too sure without measuring, but the short woman had gotten average! "V, I think you're taller..." She paused, then looked up to the ceiling and let out a frustrated sigh after thinking for a moment. "Mother fucker... I'm taller too!" She exclaimed when she put the dots together. Maybe not as much as Victoria, or maybe because Victoria was so short in comparison to Kat that the same height change is more noticeable on the smaller woman was more noticeable. Did this mean she was over 7 foot now? That would be at least 4 inches in half as many weeks! She was joking when she said she was a half giant, but now she is concerned that she may not stop growing! Problem for later though. For now... weird underground room.

Kat moved on into the next room prepared for... whatever may be there. She first noticed the two corpses in the room, and wondered if they were intentionally trapped in the room. The room also appeared to be a storage cellar of some kind. Putting the hammer away, she walked up to the closest body to see what she could tell on the corpse. The answer? She wasn't so sure. They had definitely been here a really long time. Past that she had no clue. She had no idea how long though. Listening to Kosara's line of questions Kathryn soon spoke up as well. "No one I spoke too knew either. But, it looks like it used to be apart of the winery. Maybe someone knows of the old distillery, even if not the wall as we described it?" A chance to rephrase the question could help ten fold. But for now, they would have to figure out their own answers. Taking a chance to get buzzed, Kathryn grabbed some tools from a nearby shelf, opened up a barrel, and poured herself a cup of what definitely smelled like alcohol. "Can't say I know a ton about wild magic... but what if it's not a one time thing? And passing through will cause other effects?" Kat asked pouring herself a cup of the strange alcohol. "Or, what if we find a way to trigger it again?" Kat said right before taking a few very long sips of the wine. Rather good wine at that! Though... familiar. She sampled a few flavors to be sure, and no matter what, the booze was a win.

"I think this is still the L'Rose brand of wine. This one tastes a lot like the one I had the other day that paired so well with Morty." Pondering that, she would have to ask if there was much left of Morty. He was a great treat, and nothing tastes sweeter than loyalty. "Can't say I know much on the corpses. Though I am concerned that they were locked in here. The fact that it is a storage room is even more concerning. This is not a small inventory of expensive alcohol. So maybe it was a rush job? But why seal these two inside? There has to be some history on this somewhere right?" Kat asked concern. But pondering what Victoria said about something causing a buildup of magic. "You don't think that the alcohol could be causing the magic build up do you? Because it's either that or the bodies. And dead bodies to my understanding, are rarely a source of magic." She supposed there could be some sort of magical artifact hidden away in here. But she wanted to know if she just drank 100ccs of raw magic.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 26 --> 43 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Gazebo Patio --> Couch house --> Wall thing Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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They were in fact not training weapons that Lizbeth had been carrying for Kat. A small great sword, used for home defense and for executions, and a magical warhammer taken from a cheeky warlock constable. That was what Kathryn saw as good instruments to a sparing match. Albeit, she did end up losing. Partially because she went to try and disable Blackberry instead of outright punishing him physically. And partially because she didn't think he would be able to effectively retaliate against her. She was also wrong there, and both herself and Lizbeth would learn a lesson at being humble, and to never underestimate your opponents. And to never get too full of yourself. "If you have the time Lizbeth, I would recommend talking with Blackberry here on some of his skills. Any other bloke in his situation would be in a rough spot or in a real battle, dead. And not only did he save himself in that case, he had me on the back foot immediately." She said admiring the monk's abilities. Then with a big grin on her face, she turned to face Blackberry as she slid the hammer back onto her belt. "Next time, I won't underestimate you. And I'll kick your ass!" She sang song in the most musical of tones to the dragon-born monk. He hit far harder than she thought someone of his stature could hit with their bare hands. Well... magic flying ghost hands.

Giving a quick stretch audibly cracking a few joints as she bent about, she turned to Blackberry and spoke up. "Here, you still got pretty bruised up." She approached Blackberry and waited until he was ready for whatever treatment she could provide. "Lizbeth, watch closely. I may not be the best doctor, but its good to know these sort of things just in case you gotta help out from time to time too." The correct response was she had absolutely no training in this regard. Only what she had seen Ser Lucas pull off when he was treating his wounds and hers. But taking a cloth she wet from her pack, she attempted to treat the places she had attempted to flatten him. And even did some lite bandaging work on him to make sure nothing would fall out of place. She didn't think she hit him that hard. Buuuuut, better safe than sorry. "Like I said. Nothing fancy. But it should help over time yeah?" She asked more than told, a little unsure of herself. In turn, to a little discomfort of Kat, she allowed Blackberry to do the same to her. Patching up her injuries she sustained and recovering from the blows she took.

"Training may do you some good. Doesn't hurt to have a few extra tricks up your sleeve, or to be able to strike an opponent harder than they can hit you." She said confidently. Maaaaybe she wasn't as lady like as a lot of noble woman. But she could hit harder than a lot of people who wanted to do harm to those around her. That came in handy a lot. Even if as a deterrent to more violence. "I think you're right. We should catch up to the others. While at the couch house maybe pick up a broom or shovel. If the wall is old enough, there may be debris blocking some fun stuff!" Kathryn said very excitingly. "That, and if we end up digging I'd rather not do it with my bare hands." She mused before standing up stretching again. The audible crack echoing from her back. "Ow.... was waiting for that to go..." She mumbled as she bent over to stretch more, and stood up right. "On our way lets ask about see if anyone knows about this weird structure? Sure like you said we don't have an exact spot, but I am sure if anyone knows something we can figure it out."

Off on adventure again, Kat asked about learning not as much as she would hope. She did learn of the underground wine making section, and how it could be accessed not too far from the Gazebo that Blackberry and herself beat the ribs out of each other not too long ago. Kathryn would take Lizbeth with her to investigate should she want to come more, but this time not to act as a pack mule for all of her gear. Grabbing a broom, a pair of shovels, a trowel, and some weird metallic poker looking thing, she walked off encouraging Blackberry and Lizbeth to follow. "Come on my fellow adventurers! Let us explore! Daylight is a burning!" The half giant exclaimed carrying her full kit and an assortment of tools she had gathered up.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05 HP: x / 40 Armor Class: 16 Conditions: N/A Location: Gazebo Patio Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Ki: x/5

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Gazebo Patio Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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The morning was delightfully crisp with a freshness that snatched the breath from a persons lungs and delighted in showing it off in short lived clouds. White snow bounced the bright sunshine back up into the crystal blue sky. It was a marvellous day for a battle. Kathryn was the first of the combatants to arrive at the Gazebo patio, with her faithful squire-int-training Lizbeth carrying the knights great sword and hammer behind her. A few pairs of eyes had caught sight of the armour shining in the sunlight and their owners were now hurriedly either tidying up their tasks or calling over to others nearby in excitement. A small crowd began to form in the fringes and edges of the patio with a few exchanging words and coinage with eachother.

Lady Kathryn cast a well trained eye over the patio while she waited patiently for her opponent to finish jogging up the freshly cleared path towards her. The knight waited for BlackBerry to set foot upon the patio before she nodded with a grin, then turned and moved away from him to point about 30 feet away on the other side of the patio. The blue dragon born came to a stop wearing his own excited grin as he began hoping from foot to foot, twisting his torso, and stretching out each limb in preparation.
Lisbeth stood turning her head between the two combatants.

"Until someone yields right? Let's not hold back. As long as no one suffers anything permanent I think we'll be okay. But I promise to not light you on fire yeah? I hope that same courtesy goes both ways." Kathryn said in a calm manner, a giddy smile on her face. The tall woman just loved a good fight.

“The terms are most reasonable and I agree to them.” BlackBerry called back after one more twist. “I do say it would be no fun if either party were to hold back.”

To start things off, she locked the helmet to her head as she held out her hand for Lizbeth to have her weapon brought to her. At which point, the young squire scurried over and, after juggling the equipment in her arms, held out the sheathed greatsword. Kathryn pulled the sword from its sheath, the polished castle forged steel sword glistening in the sunlight. The snow and ice particles on the ground making it seem to glow further. But to those who knew a thing or two about swords, this wasn't a sword intended for duels. The flat tipped blade was a style popular amongst executioners. The sharp sound it made as it was pulled from the sheath sending a metallic echo across the patio. Despite it's rough looking shape a few weeks ago, some clean up, and the few chips and scratches still visible made the blade look more experienced than worn. A blade with the sole purpose of killing the enemies of Kathryn's home. "Gods I've been waiting to do that." With a smile on her face, she placed the "Decorative" blade back into its sheath. Taking the hammer from the same belt that Lizbeth was holding. Removing the shield and cape from her back, and equipping herself for battle. She faced Blackberry. "Are you ready?" She said surprisingly warmly despite the friendly battle about to take place.

The battered DragonBorn pursed his lips eyeing the weapon in Lady Kathryns hand. His head tilted to the side and he momentarily paused as the only inkling of doubt evident on him. His hand went to the belt holding the Viscious Shortsword to his waist and, undoing the clasp, wrangled the sword into his grip which with a quick flick spun the tightly around the guard and handle. “Now, I am ready.” Then, without taking his eyes of the Knight, he called out. “Young Lizbeth. If you would be so kind as to count us down from three please.”

The young squire nearly bounced with excitement from behind the Knight. She didn’t need asking twice, and with a grin called out. “Three!”

BlackBerry softened his knees and fell into his stance.

“Two!”

Lady Kathryn secured her grip on the Warhammer.

“One!”

The combatants locked eyes. Their hearts beating as one.

“Fight!”

BlackBerry powered forwards with powered snow erupting behind him, struggling to keep up with his speed. The monk pulled at the power sitting at his core and pulled it into the world for Spectral Fire to blossom out from his shoulders like wings. He planted a foot down hard on the ground, coming to a dead stop in front of Kathryn, but the spectral force at his shoulders continued on and washed harmlessly over the shining armour. BlackBerry scowled up at the knight who dared stand tall, unaffected by his spectral attack. He changed tactic. The spectral force retreated, instead he lashed out with the sheathed sword, stabbing with the same motion trained by his opponent, up and high towards the target only for it to bounce harmlessly off the armour without any fuss. Back to basics, the left fiery limb curled in on itself, edges rounding into the vague shape of fingers rounding into a fist. With blinding speed the limb snapped forward and the hit landed with a dull ring against the metal chest piece.
Kathryn found herself unprepared for the blows and attacks Blackberry had at his disposal. She wasn't sure what to expect from her dragonborn friend, but it was clear that maybe he had a trick or two up his sleeve.
“Your Turn dear Kn-” BlackBerry started. He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

The second Kathryn got a moment to strike back, she did, and hard. Stepping back a pair of steps, she then shifted her weight forward for the six or so steps it would take to close the distance between the duo. In that time, her height changed from nearly 7 foot, to nearly 14 feet. Swinging the hammer like an underhanded instrument, she struck BlackBerry in his lower torso like a pin in some sick game of alleyways! But as he fell backwards from the blow she had struck him with, she used her speed and power, assisted with the force of Gravity and brought the blunt weapon down again on his chest. Yes, he had a good hit, but she hit harder.
"You can yield at any time, there's no shame in it." She said with a soft and warm tone as she reeled back the hammer to strike the down BB again. It was a shame really, she was looking forward to a solid fight.

The hammer had come down on his torso. Hard. The air had been forced out of his lungs, and a dull ‘crunch’ could be heard. The crowd gave a low ‘ooh’ and not just one cheer. BlackBerry, finding himself suddenly horizontal, fought against instinct to curl up in pain. Instead, when the hammer rose he flung himself to the side and with a hard kick of his left leg spun back upright onto his feet. Darkness circled the edges of his vision, he fought to drag into his lungs, he had to act fast.

“Good hit.” BlackBerry wheezed as he circled Kathryn. His eyes hunting for a weakness in the knights defenses. He had underestimated her by a long shot. This wasn't going to be as easy as the other night. “I was using that rib.” Not to say he wasn’t going to try. He knew speed was he real advantage right now. BlackBerry Knew he couldn't let up for an instant; another hit and he'd have to concede! Against the pain in his ribs he dragged in another breath to fuel the fire in his being. The flames around his shoulders surged to a roaring inferno. He step forward to close the gap between them. The left lashed out but missed, the right however struck the knights helmet making it ring.

But he didn't let up, BlackBerry flicked the sword in his grip again and making it spin. He grabbed the handle and charged at Kathryn who showed off her own fleet footwork and manoeuvred around the attack with ease. BlackBerry followed her steps and lunged again.

Kathryn had clearly underestimated the monk. And was now in a surprising amount of pain. Though she was able to block many of his attacks, and Blackberry's blade had trouble doing much against her armour, those magic fists hit hard. Really, fucking hard. But something about that last blow…she had seen the left fiery limb curl around BlackBerry’s arm and flow across the swords sheathe to where it struck at the centre of her chest, felt the hit collide with her armour. But then she felt the strike again without BlackBerry moving for another attack, her training and experience distinguishing the second blow hidden somehow in the first. Her muscles seized up, like a muscle spasm. She bent back as her body was unable to respond to anything but pain. Nothing but pain. What had BB done to her?! Had he meant to do that?! If so could he always do that?! Maybe Kathryn underestimated her opponent. A fight she thought would be quick and easy, was quickly turning on her head. Then, he stepped back with a grin an forks of lightning dancing frantically across sharp white teeth. All she could think was... Oh shit. BlackBerry let out a yell unleashing a torrent of lightning towards her. The electrical breath struck her and her body continued to only respond in pain. She failed to take the fight seriously, and now she was getting the shite beaten out of her. She fought to regain control, but that last blast had taken a ton out of her. She felt weak and dizzy, unsure how much more she could take. Not wanting this fight to escalate, and not ready to take any more tricks that blackberry had up his sleeves she found the strength to speak up. "Wow wow wow." She called out regaining her balance. "Alright my guy, I yield. You won." She said in a cheerful tone. Yeah, she lost a fight she thought she was going to win by a landslide. But she still had fun. Shrinking back down to her normal size.

“Beg your pardon?” Small sparks jumped across his puzzled face. He looked Lady Kathryn up and down wondering for a moment if he had heard her right. And then realised he had heard her correctly as he watched her shrink back down to normal height. After laying his sword, with only a small amount of complaint from his ribs, he stepped forwards to lend a hand catching the arcs of lightning trying to jump across the seams in Kathryns armour. “Here one moment, allow me. I find lightning does try to reach the ground by any means, and if it gets stuck it will give a nasty shock if you are not resistant to it.” He patted the Knights armour as if he were simply wiping away dust. “A simply marvellous fight Lady Kathryn. I truly mean it when I say you land one hell of a hit.” He winced and rubbed his stomach and then bit back a cry when his hand touched a very sore rib "One more and I would be the one conceding.”

"You're a good fighter my guy. And you have far more tricks up your sleeves than I thought." She said patting him on the shoulder, a satisfied grin on her face. Turning to Lizbeth she continued. "Let this be a lesson in humility. Never underestimate your opponent. And be a good sport when you lose." She chuckled before turning back to Blackberry. "Now I know however, I can hit you a little harder next time." She said in a sweet tone still, but clearly excited to try again in the future. "Not today though, I gotta rest and see how bad that damage you dealt to me was." She chuckled removing her helm, and her charged hair magnetizing to her helm as she pulled it off. Only the weight of her braid keeping most of it in place.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05 HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: On route to Gazebo Patio Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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And what a week it had been. After her failure at breakfast the other day, Kathryn shied away from everyone for the rest of breakfast. Attempting to hide the embarrassment and the taste of cheese. She did her best to correct her manners after The Incident, but the damage had been done. Thankfully! The week was passing at a good rate, and soon everyone had their own problems to worry about! Kathryn would work on her physical condition a fair amount through the week, carrying as much as she could and taking it as far as she could for as long as she could. With mixed results. Twice in the week she had to set down the barrels she used for weights prematurely. She kicked herself for that and would make up for the failure with pull ups using the railing to the stairs up to the second floor, and with crunches until she was flat in the dirt.

She went easier on herself when Lizbeth was with her. In part because every muscle in her body ached all the time now. As well, she didn't want to give Lizbeth the impression she was trying to show her up. "We're going to work on endurance and stamina a lot this winter. Adrenalin can carry you pretty far in a fight but the last thing you want to do is collapse due to exhaustion. And when you're fighting, you're not just pushing your own limits, but so is whoever you're fighting. If they can't beat you in a strait fight, they'll work on breaking you down until you can't fight anymore." Kathryn said trying to educate the young Lizbeth during their workouts. But Kathryn wanting to have fun with this girl who was like a sibling to her wanted to do more than pushing physical limits.

After a few days of doing discipline and physical work, Kathryn brought Lizbeth to the base of the lookout tower she had explored her first day here. "Now, we're not quite ready for proper fighting training yet. Buuuuuuuut..." Kathryn said with a less than subtle hint of excitement. "We're not far from that point either." Kathryn said giddy like a little girl! Kathryn pulled out the short sword from the back of her belt and laid it out on top of a flat stone by the two woman. Then she pulled her family great sword from her hip and laid it out by it. Still chipped in places, and scratched to hell, the old blade looked like it had seen a thousand battles. "I have a duel coming up in a few days here. And I would love for you to be my squire for this event. I don't expect it to be a particularly challenging fight, but Baronfjørd may have a few tricks up his sleeves. Normally squires help set up armor, polish and clean weapons, and hand a knight their gear and supplies as needed. Wine and water when in need of a drink, a sword when fighting, and to assist a knight in problem solving difficult situations. Granted, we're not going the full thing here. Proper squire and knight training takes a long time. For all intents and purposes, you'd be my assistant before I kick Blackberry's ass in a fight." Kathryn chuckled, rather full of herself.

Kathryn then sat down on a nearby stone, and picked up her family sword from the flat rock. "However, you should know how to maintain a weapon. And mine is in need of a lot of love at the moment." She said a bit embarrassed. "SO this is a good chance to show you how to do so." For much of the rest of the day Kathryn would show Lizbeth how to oil, clean, and sharpen a sword. Letting the small girl work on Kathryn's short sword which was already in pretty new condition. After some hours of showing Lizbeth how to maintain her gear, Kathryn then pulled out a pair of wooden swords, a little longer than a short sword, but by no definition a long sword. And a pair of very simple made shields. "These wont serve you in a proper fight. But it'll probably be safer to train with than blunted swords. When I kept insisting to my parents I wanted to learn to fight, my uncle agreed to teach me. That day he had the blacksmith make two long swords and told him to not sharpen the blades." She chuckled at the nostalgia for a moment. "I got to dance at the spring harvest ball with my hand wrapped up to let it heal. And it was the funnest winter I have ever had." She said with a giddy expression. Much of the rest of the week was spent on much the same. Pushing physical limits, polishing armor, and by the tail end of the week, Kathryn was showing Lizbeth the basics of stances to use with a sword. Even showing her how to counter and block attacks. As a whole, a productive week.

The rest of the week was pretty simple for Kat. Working out, long walks and jogs, finding new places to get a good view, the works. Though at one point Master Urmdrus had surprised her cutting her off with a rope and a stool in hand. Kathryn froze in shock as the smith began to measure her. But not before letting out a surprised "Eeep!" In a pitch way higher than someone her size would normally make. But after a brief recommendation to pee more and a quick measurement, the moment had passed without further incident. But this wasn't her only interaction with the dwarf this week. Earlier, she had approached his shop to work on the training weapons that she and Lizbeth would be using together while Lizbeth learned to handle a blade. She had asked the man a few questions here and there, but she wasn't really sure the best routes to go about them.

While working in the shop setting up the practice weapons that her and Lizbeth would use later in the week, Kathryn turned up to listen to the smith talk about the bug armor he was crafting. "So like... totally acid proof? I suppose if we come across more of those things we'll be in a much better spot. The way they hit us before was pretty brutal. But their acid attacks were the real killer in that fight. Plus, the idea of not being melted like a lit candle on a hot day sounds rather nice." Kathryn joked unable to help herself to the small jest. Realizing the joke may not be as funny to him as to herself. Changing the topic Kathryn moved onto other matters. "So, I haven't seen a lot of dwarves in my lifetime. But you seem... different." Kathryn wasn't sure the best way to ask the question, but curiosity was winning out in this case. She had a solid admiration for the dwarf. He was a skilled trade worker, an experienced warrior, and despite all of that, he was still willing to teach young Lizbeth how to fend for herself. She had seen many people fit that bill, who would never do such a thing as to show a young woman how to fight. Either due to cultural social norms, or due to the fear that they may experience what they had when it was their turn for war. To see Master Urmdrus help Lizbeth was a huge win in her book.

The rest of Kathryn's week wasn't as exciting. The rest was spent working out by herself, drinking, and reading. Lots, and lots of reading. A question she still hasn't been able to find an answer for. A question that has only gotten more complicated the more she thought on it. The goblins. The question had many parts to solve though. Why were they there? They clearly weren't some random bandits. They were also too well equipped, how did they get said gear? What the hell were they doing with old runic magic? Old runic magic which its origins can be traced back to across the world? With little to no sightings from there to here? It's not something that can just find itself somewhere random. A private library of a former traveler or merchant? Maybe. But a pack of well equipped goblins? Something was up. She already had some suspicions on the goblins to begin with due to the nature of their quest. But now? What were the chances that magic that that was considered outdated and rare in her homeland, where it's roots began, found its way out here? From her homeland. The place she was trying to avoid. She spent hours every night, dedicating herself to learning more about this situation. She needed answers.

Kathryn was finally allowed a moment of respite. Something relaxing to calm her nerves as the week drew to an end. A duel until one yielded. With arguably the only person in the party who could go toe to toe with her in melee. Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah. Walking up in full gear with Lizbeth in tow, who got the privilege to hold her sword in it's sheath, and the hammer attached to it's same belt. She briefly saw Kosara and Victoria as she walked her way to the Gazebo patio. Kathryn's powerful stride broke to a stop when she overheard what Kosara was explaining. "I uh... Yeah that sounds pretty weird huh. But sounds fun to explore. First, Blackberry has brought a fate onto himself that only he will understand the true cost." Kathryn said confidently. "You're both welcome to watch Blackberry and I beat the shite out of each other down by the Gazebos. Lizbeth will be my acting squire for the event. And, I am expecting a rather fun time." Kathryn said proudly with a grand old smile on her face.