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I will also be ordering cinnamon bread and cheesy bread later, should go well with the cookie
I did see those @Teyao it's a nice effect. The different ways you experiment with the text based on what happens to James (disguises, memory spell, etc.) is pretty cool.
Before he walked into the hospital, Adam had noticed something in the corner of his eye; Zell and Barracker surrounding a certain gnome. Though Adam had not cared enough about Xavier to call him out on his stupidity, he felt a sense of gratitude that others did. And that MacKensie would take the time to check on him, even though it wasn't really necessary.
Second Chance was a good team, and the Druid was glad to be a part of it.
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So many important-looking officials. That an adventuring party that had been on two official missions was among this group seemed like an odd concept to Second Chance's Druid. Adam was aware that the team was capable of great things, sure, and they definitely had intelligence to share related to James’ memory spell. But was the massive audience needed for that? In the end, the red-eyed man supposed it didn't matter either way; Valheim was in danger and he knew everyone in the group would do what they could to protect it.
Adam let James share the tale of everyone's arrival to Mytheria, figuring he would explain it well. Though when Clarissa asked about the cube again, the Druid had to arch an eyebrow. Did they not do anything with it yet? The fisherman was skeptical of this lady who, in his limited experience with her, had mainly been asked odd and rude questions before being cursory thanked and shooed away. At least Gilligan was knowledgeable behind that grumpy exterior.
Still, he was the one who got the cube to begin with, so Adam felt it was best he explain what had happened, doing so with an even tone. No hint of bragging, just the facts. “After we fell out of the sky, skeletons and ogres invaded Hommas, probably on the Witch Queen's orders. I ended up fighting some of the former. Most of them seemed like mindless drones in hindsight, but one was different. It was larger, in half-plate spiked armor, and seemed like it could command the others. When I killed it, the cube appeared, having been inside it before. Then purple light shone out from it, and when the skeletons saw this, they ran away. The ogres were still there, well, until they were killed. Then we took it to Valheim via the Mazy Hillocks, where a water ninja named Zigmund tried killing us for it. Thankfully, he died instead, but that wasn't until more recently. I suppose that's all.”
Finished with that retelling, Adam deferred to anyone else who wanted to add anything to that. Strange how such an intense set of days could be condensed into a few words like that.
Second Chance was a good team, and the Druid was glad to be a part of it.
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So many important-looking officials. That an adventuring party that had been on two official missions was among this group seemed like an odd concept to Second Chance's Druid. Adam was aware that the team was capable of great things, sure, and they definitely had intelligence to share related to James’ memory spell. But was the massive audience needed for that? In the end, the red-eyed man supposed it didn't matter either way; Valheim was in danger and he knew everyone in the group would do what they could to protect it.
Adam let James share the tale of everyone's arrival to Mytheria, figuring he would explain it well. Though when Clarissa asked about the cube again, the Druid had to arch an eyebrow. Did they not do anything with it yet? The fisherman was skeptical of this lady who, in his limited experience with her, had mainly been asked odd and rude questions before being cursory thanked and shooed away. At least Gilligan was knowledgeable behind that grumpy exterior.
Still, he was the one who got the cube to begin with, so Adam felt it was best he explain what had happened, doing so with an even tone. No hint of bragging, just the facts. “After we fell out of the sky, skeletons and ogres invaded Hommas, probably on the Witch Queen's orders. I ended up fighting some of the former. Most of them seemed like mindless drones in hindsight, but one was different. It was larger, in half-plate spiked armor, and seemed like it could command the others. When I killed it, the cube appeared, having been inside it before. Then purple light shone out from it, and when the skeletons saw this, they ran away. The ogres were still there, well, until they were killed. Then we took it to Valheim via the Mazy Hillocks, where a water ninja named Zigmund tried killing us for it. Thankfully, he died instead, but that wasn't until more recently. I suppose that's all.”
Finished with that retelling, Adam deferred to anyone else who wanted to add anything to that. Strange how such an intense set of days could be condensed into a few words like that.
I'll be pushing the main cast to an emergency meeting at the Citadel, then after a round of posting, a final trip to the Adventurer's Guild to get the Source Comm message.
I look forward to MacKensie learning that she was banned from the Guild building, should be fun to read
Wow, what a night.
Sneaking into Valheim proved to be more frustrating than anticipated. Not that Adam expected it to be easy to cross a militarized border; he just didn't think that there would be so many close calls. It was fortunate that Second Chance had entered Valheim already, since the memory of that peaceful crossing had helped the Druid create convincing enough plant life to fool the enemies into thinking they weren't there. Maybe James could have healed Fenna's arm and made everything easier, but there had to be a reason he didn't. Adam trusted his judgment.
Besides, the team was guided to the hospital now, escorted by another team.
That, in of itself, was frustrating for a different reason - Xavier Johnson, self-proclaimed gnome genius Druid of Silver Arrow and bearer of a curly mustache. He had spent an inordinate amount of time talking to the 18-year old about himself, and once he learned the red-eyed man was also a Druid, the short being fired off a series of questions as if to compare the two of them. He only finished once the fisherman briefly mentioned a friend of his…only to go on about that instead with a tone of obvious skepticism and derision.
“...and so, red-eyes, it is impossible that someone as skilled as Glee John Artorius would ever associate with Bronze Tier trash like yourself. Frankly, I don't see why Lucy cares about Second Chance at all, but we must all do what we must.” Twirling his facial hair with a look of smug superiority, Xavier grinned as he concluded his tirade against the newer Druid.
For his part, all Adam did was roll his eyes and walk away from the arrogant caster as the hospital approached. Red-eyes. Funny, he had been called that once, but it was by Eric and he was doing a silly, exaggerated Brooklyn accent at the time. When the younger brother explained that it was a reference to something called “Yugioh,” the older brother just took his word for it and forgot about it until now.
Strange how memories can pop up, and stranger still how a simple thing like eye color could be regarded with such suspicion in this world. Annoying, though in the scheme of things less so than things like water ninjas and ogres that want to kill you. With that in mind, Adam went inside the hospital, grateful to be getting healing for his injuries.
And on the way to the Citadel, the Druid started up a conversation with Fenna, grateful to be away from the gnome.
“Thank you for getting that message to Lucy, and for, well, everything you've done for the team so far. How's your arm?”
Sneaking into Valheim proved to be more frustrating than anticipated. Not that Adam expected it to be easy to cross a militarized border; he just didn't think that there would be so many close calls. It was fortunate that Second Chance had entered Valheim already, since the memory of that peaceful crossing had helped the Druid create convincing enough plant life to fool the enemies into thinking they weren't there. Maybe James could have healed Fenna's arm and made everything easier, but there had to be a reason he didn't. Adam trusted his judgment.
Besides, the team was guided to the hospital now, escorted by another team.
That, in of itself, was frustrating for a different reason - Xavier Johnson, self-proclaimed gnome genius Druid of Silver Arrow and bearer of a curly mustache. He had spent an inordinate amount of time talking to the 18-year old about himself, and once he learned the red-eyed man was also a Druid, the short being fired off a series of questions as if to compare the two of them. He only finished once the fisherman briefly mentioned a friend of his…only to go on about that instead with a tone of obvious skepticism and derision.
“...and so, red-eyes, it is impossible that someone as skilled as Glee John Artorius would ever associate with Bronze Tier trash like yourself. Frankly, I don't see why Lucy cares about Second Chance at all, but we must all do what we must.” Twirling his facial hair with a look of smug superiority, Xavier grinned as he concluded his tirade against the newer Druid.
For his part, all Adam did was roll his eyes and walk away from the arrogant caster as the hospital approached. Red-eyes. Funny, he had been called that once, but it was by Eric and he was doing a silly, exaggerated Brooklyn accent at the time. When the younger brother explained that it was a reference to something called “Yugioh,” the older brother just took his word for it and forgot about it until now.
Strange how memories can pop up, and stranger still how a simple thing like eye color could be regarded with such suspicion in this world. Annoying, though in the scheme of things less so than things like water ninjas and ogres that want to kill you. With that in mind, Adam went inside the hospital, grateful to be getting healing for his injuries.
And on the way to the Citadel, the Druid started up a conversation with Fenna, grateful to be away from the gnome.
“Thank you for getting that message to Lucy, and for, well, everything you've done for the team so far. How's your arm?”
@Teyao sorry to hear about your ankle, I hope it heals up soon.
Adam woke up from his rest, grateful to not feel like he was on the verge of collapse every five seconds. Sure, he wasn't completely pain-free, but at least now things were now more coherent. The Druid took a few seconds to remember what had happened before his sleep; Fenna confirming that her bird could deliver messages, MacKensie confirming that he did need rest (and likely more than she knew), and James confirming if everyone could swim. Yes, the fisherman knew he could do so. Pretend or otherwise, Zell would not need to save him.
How long had he been asleep for? The sight of a spectral horse returning to camp indicated that it had, in fact, been a long rest. Adam could feel that his shapeshifting capacity was restored also. If anyone was in danger, the red-eyed man knew he would transform to distract the enemy or help anyone in trouble.
It made sense. Bears can swim, after all.
How long had he been asleep for? The sight of a spectral horse returning to camp indicated that it had, in fact, been a long rest. Adam could feel that his shapeshifting capacity was restored also. If anyone was in danger, the red-eyed man knew he would transform to distract the enemy or help anyone in trouble.
It made sense. Bears can swim, after all.
Clive: Do I detect a tiny something other than concern in that sweet little voice o' yours Mac?
MacKensie: Jeez, this love triangle is already complicated enough as it is.
Life has been keeping me preoccupied, though I have kept up to date on everyone's posts as you can see :P
MacKensie: Jeez, this love triangle is already complicated enough as it is.
Life has been keeping me preoccupied, though I have kept up to date on everyone's posts as you can see :P
“The war in the East has come to us.”
Yeah, that was a fair assessment. And when Adam overheard Barracker state they had to get inside, he agreed, smiling at the Paladin. Very noble, as usual. And Zell's analysis of everything was spot on, and the Druid indicated his agreement with a nod. The small rest on the wagon had helped, but he was still too tired to think strategically. Still, an idea or two presented themselves in the fog that was currently his mind.
“Once we find a good vantage point like Zell says, I can create some foliage for natural stealth, pun not intended,” Adam said, “it's unlikely we'll be noticed, but better safe than sorry.” Now turning his attention to Fenna, the Druid asked “could Sil…”he paused for thought, still clearly in need of sleep, “deliver a letter to someone in Valheim, like Lucy or Clarissa? Then we can coordinate us getting in without being mistaken for the enemy.” After getting an answer, the fisherman would continue. “And if we really need a distraction, I can serve that purpose with my shapeshifting spell.”
Hearing Clive volunteer to ride back to Cherrad seemed to be a decent addition to the plan as well. Get word out faster and such with that ghost horse of his - Adam would have to ask about that at some point. And only once the team had found a better place to gather for some time, and Adam had helped hide them more effectively, would the Druid allow himself to rest. Again.
Yeah, that was a fair assessment. And when Adam overheard Barracker state they had to get inside, he agreed, smiling at the Paladin. Very noble, as usual. And Zell's analysis of everything was spot on, and the Druid indicated his agreement with a nod. The small rest on the wagon had helped, but he was still too tired to think strategically. Still, an idea or two presented themselves in the fog that was currently his mind.
“Once we find a good vantage point like Zell says, I can create some foliage for natural stealth, pun not intended,” Adam said, “it's unlikely we'll be noticed, but better safe than sorry.” Now turning his attention to Fenna, the Druid asked “could Sil…”he paused for thought, still clearly in need of sleep, “deliver a letter to someone in Valheim, like Lucy or Clarissa? Then we can coordinate us getting in without being mistaken for the enemy.” After getting an answer, the fisherman would continue. “And if we really need a distraction, I can serve that purpose with my shapeshifting spell.”
Hearing Clive volunteer to ride back to Cherrad seemed to be a decent addition to the plan as well. Get word out faster and such with that ghost horse of his - Adam would have to ask about that at some point. And only once the team had found a better place to gather for some time, and Adam had helped hide them more effectively, would the Druid allow himself to rest. Again.
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