And already an Aranwen post?!?! It's like Christmas! Also, man, I need to get on it! Trying to have a post up by tonight

I love this dedication to the retcon ^__^

You had me at dope lady bladesinger leader bad ass.

Welcome to the fun and horror, Reralae!

Haters gonna hate 

Do it.

I TRIPLE DOG DARE you.

Yuuuus can't wait for the tank and to GET tanked!

I wanna try! I had to miss this year's Washington Brewer's Fest and would love to try out some Olan brews if at all possible!

I'll pay for S&H and everything! Or all of you could all just hop in the RDINN minivan and come visit the Pacific Northwest i.e. the land of craft breweries ^___^

That's also cool.

Awww, that is a big bummer. Hope he's able to join us again someday, but when life calls, life calls.

Thanks boss!

Yuuus, let's move on out people!

I knew she'd make some sort of ship comment about the anchor . . . however, are there Insight checks or the equivalent in this edition? Basically, I'd like to know if Kith can tell if Davena seems to know more than she's letting on.

Also, if no one has any objections, Kith would like to hold on to that silver pendant from the dead guy. If it seems like someone might disapprove, she'll try to do it sneakily.

And real post to come!

I see his name pop up here and there, but I think he's still handling his RL business.

Also, HOORAY! POST DAAAAY!

Today is the day! I can feel it!

All of that checks out. Thanks DM!

Yuuusss! Been waiting for that post! Let's go!

The creation-creation part is done for me, I can send the dndbeyond link to view it. I just need to write up the backstory.

A little of column A, a little of column B. Without gear or anything she'll probably stay back a bit, blast and support.

18? *ruffles priesty hair*

Yes! I've been waiting for Davena to answer us for weeks!

@Raven: how old is Cedric? I've been imagining him in like, his 20s or so, but from your posts he sounds way younger. Juuuuust curiouso!

Got it, thank you!

Understandable.

Hope you and your family are enjoying beach time!

Whew! Goooooooood!

All good! Good luck this week!

A little Kithy post up.

Any word from Blackthorn on how he and his family are doing?

“I would have no world if not for that thieving ass,” Ch’dau says and Kithran attempts to wipe chunks of gore off her face, only to have more bits replace it. She sighs as her friend continues, “This battle was for you, not the world.” One eye opened as his shaggy head turned in her direction and his ears flicked with mirth; “Besides, Kazari do not run... Kh’ur Kithran.”

“I’ve seen you run plenty, Kh’ur Ch’dau, usually into a fray in which I am racing to back you up. I think I prefer that.”

They go back and forth a bit more until Kith is smirking at the Kazari, who is now laughing painfully at her quip about their heroine’s garments, as the shadow of their battle-worn Therassor priest looms over her. Her smirk fades only a little as she nods up at him, a strain in his eyes as though he may have just narrowly escaped some gruesome death.

"What was about to be done to you,” he begins, and the weight of his regret is so palpable a wave of clarity washes away her weary mirth, “I am sorry for my part in your falling prey to those ghouls. I believe now that the dangers in these woods require a different approach than simple military strategy and will not be suggesting any further scouting missions."

“My friend, how dare you attempt to take blame for my ill-begotten plan?” If she could stand, she would have liked to have given the warrior a good shoulder pat, “You’ve done nothing but fought bravely for someone hardly worth five other lives. I am entirely in your debt, in all of your debts. Thank you.”

((OOC: any response))

The warrior then begins to tend to their wounds as best as possible in this place and in his own weariness before leaving to confer with their saviors.

As the others begin to gather, Kith begins her slow ascent back to a standing position. She is exhausted, to be sure, but can claim no more of it than any of her war-torn allies.

She approaches the conversation as Davena mentions the source of all of this horror, “We have heard that a shrine to the death god may be hidden in a cave system nearby,” Death god, Kithran thinks and perks up once more, reminded of the pillaged home of the old mage in Crandel, harboring several pieces of writings about a death cult, “We plan to explore there on the morrow.  If it is well defended, we may find greater favor in numbers. Would you be inclined to investigate with us?”

Despite her interest in a death cult cave, she would await Aranwen’s reply. Curiosity would truly be the death of her, if not by the piles of monsters around her now.

((OOC: after Aranwen’s response regarding whether we go with Davena or not . . . ))

“Davena, have you heard of anything like this before? Rituals concerning a death god or death cult. Anchors? Anything of that sort?” As the words left her mouth she thought back again to the timeliness of their leaving the night of the attack on Crandel, the attack on the mage, and tonight the attack on them. Perhaps Davena knew only what Kith knew, knew only what the wasted mage and his notes told her. Perhaps she too was curious, though for far different reasons.

((OOC: Kithran is just trying to connect some dots, learn what Davena knows/what Davena feels like sharing. Continuing on after this conversation . . . ))

Kithran begins the search for weapons with the others, delicately, and never straying too far on her own. There is a small trail of blood that leads to her shortbow. Luckily it is still in as good a shape as when she tossed it, and decided to simply hold it in her hand for now so as not to cake the strings in too much of the muck she was covered in.

Once all is recovered, she joins Gib’s lead in piling the dead to burn. The feel of their cold, slimy flesh sends chills down her spine as images of these things atop her, touching her, and her inability to do anything to save herself flood her mind. The anger and frustration at those old feelings of helplessnes build again and she feels like stabbing these horrific things a few more times instead of allowing them to burn.

The light of their ghoul fire puts her on edge, but with so many numbers this might be the safest space for miles. The thought helps.

((OOC: if they check out the "priest" guy, Kith will want to look out for any symbols, religious paraphernalia, anything like that on him, as well as his actual appearance--if he's ghoulish like the shambler dudes or otherwise.
Also, if they’re near enough to the river she’ll wash herself off a bit, otherwise, meh))

Sleep begins to overtake her, her back against a tree and close to the rest of her allies. The light of the fire and the figures around it begin to blur, and she hopes her father is safe as she falls into a deep, deep sleep.