So... much... FUN!!!

Been collabing with Breebles about Kith's vacation with Davena. 

I'll give Raven a chance to post tonight, and I'll post to the main game tomorrow either way.

...you're had your precious "weekend".  Is there any reason I should not push things forward a bit?

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The evil is ahead of you, inside the gated area. 

Just as a footnote - Gib can absolutely detect evil ahead.  The thick walls make it difficult to pinpoint, but there are definitely several evil beings in front of you.

Keep resisting, Kith.  I'm sure that's the best strategy.

I keep putting it off till tomorrow, which never come .  Let me rectify that.

Heh.  I like the idea of flaming pillars of green.

The cidal wizard frowns at Ch'dau's query and shakes his head.  "It is clear that the light here is not entirely natural.  I could burn a spell to detect the truth of it, but the fact is, my own two eyes tell me that the torches are at least somewhat magical.  I've seen magical lights before - it's not a large trick to creat elight, after all - but none exactly like these."

Midge twists his mouth a bit.  "The fact that the light doesn't entriely focus around the scones is more evidence to the fact that they are somehow magical in nature.  But where and how and why?  I cannot say, my friend."

Super coolness!

No sharp objects for Kith.  No belts.  No shoelaces.  Etc, etc.

Hurt her?  Nobody wants to hurt Kith.  She's special. 

There's lots of baby mommas in the world. How many people get to be godmommas for real? 

I totally take bribes, thanks!


Heh.  When the DM admits that he is both setting you up for a trap and railroading you into said trap. 

Aw, who am I kidding?  You're not being railroaded.  You guys leave now, I bet they let you go.  Too bad about Kith, sure, but good luck and thanks for the fish, amirite? 

And the silver screens have already confirmed that it takes more than the birth of a baby.  The little abominations are an affront to creation, and tend to die easily.  So even if our widdwe rogue gets to carry "A" baby, who says that Davena is right and it's "THE" baby?  Shucks, even if it is, there are probably YEARS to go before the death god can fullly manfest.  Plenty of time to die in normal adventures before then.  Who needs this crap?  Leave now!

Maybe the evil DM is setting a trap.  I mean, of course the evil DM is setting a trap, hello, this entire ADVENTURE is a trap.  Shuh.

Maybe the evil DM is recognizing that he took the only effective means of opening locks away from the party through no fault of their own, so he's trying to work with them. 

Nah, it's the trap thing.  They should turn around right now, and absolutely not investigate the cells/torture area/whatever the heck this thing ahead of them is!  I'm certain that allowing that priest to run free will have ZERO negative implications on their health and success. 

Atta boy! 

Now, now.  You didn't think I was going to let your deaths be THAT easy did you?

The party gives chase to the fleeing priest, Ch'dau leading the way with blooklust pumping in his ears.  You hurry down the more narrow hallway until the group comes to an iron gate blocking the way.

The greenish glow seems slightly brighter beyond the gate.  The hallway beyond the gate opens up into a larger chamber with filthy, blackened straw scattered here and there on the ground.  A broken, stained wooden table stands just inside the room; it may be wise to not dwell on what caused the stains. 

Further in, you can make out a series of smaller iron gates on both sides of the chamber.  Most of the smaller gates stand open, though one or two are closed. If you listen closely, you can make out the sound of weeping from further in, and you are certain that you hear a cry of pain at least once.

Upon further inspection, an interesting fact leaps out at you - the iron gate that blocks your path appears to be slighly adjar.  It would appear that in his haste to flee, the priest neglected to secure the latching mechanism properly. 

People don't like to be stabbed.  Funny how that works...

Yeah, yeah...

I saw a new post and rushed over, only to ind out that it was basically a tease. 

Technically, the hand taking didn't happen until a Greyhound bus ride nearly a week later.  The rainstorm was just me being awkward and missing the huge flashing "LET'S MAKE OUT" signals.

Thing is, I can TOTALLY identify with poor Cedric.  I was the nerdy teenager.  A pretty girl could ask what time it was, and I'd be tongue tied. 

My wife and I got caught in a pop up rainstorm, took shelter from it in an empty building, all alone.  After she had been heavily flirting with my obtose self for a couple of days (at least). 

I stood there and made idle chitchat. 

She eventually had to physically take my hand and clamp it in her own for me to get the idea, .

Don't tell her how to live her life!

That. Was. ADORABLE.

And totally unexpected!