Definitely enjoyed! Sad at how things turned out for Tara and Castien, of course, but an excellent read nonetheless.

Intrigued to see what happens when/if Kithran finds out that it was Castien who killed Tara.

That last Little Kithran post was absolutely heartbreaking!!!  Well done, Bree!!!

I suppose. since work has finally decided to give me some small reprieve, I'll get back to working on my posts for Chimera and HC while I wait Kith's next. With any luck, I should be able to follow up pretty quickly.

...I  the Little Kithran and Past Aranwen posts!

Those are some of the best "surprises" that have come from this prequel jaunt of ours, IMO.

...before I get much further into my post. Have we heard from MagicMan re: Thorson, at all, or should I go ahead and NPC, at this particular point? Got a bit in mind where Tochi and Eric have a conversation regarding the pod and the Serapis but don't want to step on toes, so to speak.

I've got snippets from Gardner's dressing down and such that are written but not posted... Vaela and Gardner, Megan and Gardner, etc... Need to get my head back on it's swivel, it seems!

Not sure I'll get my post done, tonight, but should have it ready by morning if nothing else.

Well...

The longer Kith is tortured, the more Ch'dau is likely to just claw and bite EVERYTHING regardless of consequence sooooooo....

We're not gonna live though this anyway... let's make a bloody mess!

Anything I've got at this point would be a back post, anyway.

If you've got one ready, boss, post away. It'll just give me mor efuel for the fire... unless you don't want a long post from me.

I didn't even get to bite the hand that healed me!!!

Finally getting around to catching up on my posting.... Gonna take car of Chimera, first, but don't think I won't have something for this soon, too.

As expected, the wooden thing’s arms tore free of it’s body and clattered to the floor where he dropped them.Unexpected, though, was that, despite missing arms, the creature still clung to him; it’s legs calmping tightly about his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, and threads that he could not see, then, twining themselves about him and threatening to crush the breath from him with each passing second…

You are very much like Aranwen, aren't you, the mannequin jeered in it’s incorporeal voice as the mask pressed closer and the gem set into it seemed to glow brighter.

…I have only just met Aranwen, the kazari thought, his teeth clenching against the strain the puppet was placing on him, but I do hope so. Beyond the looming mask, Ch’dau saw Mosic moving to Kith’s side and, hoping to distract the thing from it’s own notice of the thief and cleric, managed to get a grip on either side of the creature’s ‘face.’ “This is a wat you will not win,” the Silver Cat snarled, pressing with all the strength he could muster on either side of the mask, “Hide your face as you will, but remember mine!”

Just as the first cracking sound snapped the air around the masked, wooden face, there was, also, a flash of darkness and steel. The increasing pressure about his hips and chest lessened and, then, fell away entirely as Kith’s attacks hewed through the thing’s hip-joints and the mannequin slipped from his grasp.

Tch. Almost. The voice was disappointed but far from defeated as Mosic, Ch’dau, and Kith loomed over the motionless thing to which it had been attached.

“It appears I've won, actually,” Kith sneered, glaring down at the thing, “You do not seem like one of the slitch's goons. Who are you? How do you know who we are?”

The dismembered puppet didn’t respond straight away and, in their curiosity as to how or even if it might respond, Ch’dau and the others failed to notice the apothecary, herself, still hastily grinding herbs and K’hra-only-knew-what-else in her mortar…

Irritated, Kith poked at the still, wooden form; “I asked you a question!”

I'm in no state to answer. I'm a bit in pieces, as you can see.

"You sure talk just fine."

… Quite suddenly, a bowl landed in the middle of the group, breaking on top of the wooden torso of the puppet, scattering powder into the air. A glance to the source of the bowl revealed the shopkeeper with a hand over her lips in surprise, as if to say 'did I do that?' The powder dispersed into the air from the impact, directly in the faces of all three intent on interrogating the puppet.

I am Morgana, the disembodied voice almost sniggered, and you are my prey.

Kazari are not prey, Ch’dau thought even as the spreading cloud threatened to numb his thoughts along with his body, we are predators! The feel of Kithran’s hand, clutching at his fur in that moment, prompted a blink from him and, in that fractional span of time, too, convinced him to hold his breath.

“We have to get out of here,” Kithran wheezed, patting at his arm, then.

Ch’dau’s turquoise glare flicked from the motionless puppet at his feet, to the look of feigned surprise on the apothecary’s features, and, finally, he nodded. Returning both of his blades to their sheathes, he filled his hands with the collars of Kith and Mosic’s garments and hauled them to and through the doors of the shop into the fresher air beyond. It felt as though he dragged them through the thick swamps of Gabonsa’a for as heavy as they seemed, at first, but with each breath, the weight of the two lightened (or, possibly, the pair managed to get their own feet under them). Either way, and in due time, the three found themselves in the shadiws of another dank Davnor alleyway, catching their breath and assessing the situation, each in their own fashion.

“That thing knows Aranwen,” Kith breathed heavily, pushing herself away from the wall against which she had been propped, “A few of Adedre’s minions might be nothing for her, but if our bladesinger is ambushed by one of those creatures,” she shrugged, “I don’t know, but we may be out a bladesinger. Let’s head to the garden. Hopefully she will meet us there shortly.”

“Knows,” Mosic wheezed, still trying to catch his own clear breath, “or knew?” The little cleric wobbled on his feet and blinked a bit as his gray eyes searched the faces of the half-Syl and the kazari who towered over him. “I don’t know how long either of you may have lived… or how long you might… but I do know that Sylvari likely live longer than us all. Mayhap this is an enemy our bladesinger has forgotten from long ago…” He stumbled forward, kept from falling on his face only by the kazari reaching out to keep him on his feet, then pressed a hand to the walls of the alley and heaved dryly, clearing his lungs and guts of the ‘sleeping powder’ before sheepishly suggesting; “Evil taunts and evil boasts. Our bladesinger may not even be aware of this threat, just now.”

“True,” Ch’dau half-sneezed, half-chuffed, his eyes darting between Kith and Mosic, “but I think it is wise if we follow Kithran’s suggestion and make for the gardens. We can ask Aranwen what she knows when she meets us there.”

He snorted, again, and shook his head, trying to shake off the mild vertigo and disorienting double-vision that breathing the powder had brought upon him. Then, as his legs steadied, surveyed the other two in his company. “Are you both well,” he asked, “or shall we wait a moment longer?”

...I blame a case of the oogs at the end of last week and an abominable workload at the beginning of this one.

That said, I am currently working on posteseseseseseseseses for all games to which thy're owed. Hope to have something ready very soon.

I'll be looking forward to see how that plays out.

Sorry for lack of posts on my part. Been busy with work and, by the end of the day, just too eye-toasted to look at a screen. Will do my very best to get something tacked up, today, though.  

...I'm a loophole!

Bar-B-Ghoul!

Had to laugh at the Alacrity comment - for the record, Alacrity has killed more of my characters than Olan has, I'm almost sure of it! 

I guess that's not an entirely true statement, either... My characters tend to die because I play them that way... Have that tendency of "throwing myself in front of trains" as Vanadia once put it. *shrugs* Sooo.... yeeeeaaaaaahhhh...

Anyhoo... I've shaken off the stomach bug and am getting myself back in the groove, so to speak... Posts forthcoming for this game, and that one, and the other one, too... I may get really ambitious and write posts for games that I don't even play in. Ya never know.

Take all the liberties you like! That's about how I saw it playing out, myself.

Ch'dau, of course, would have loved to have made more of a mess in the shop but I figure he took in a pretty big whiff of the "powder bomb," himself, so getting the F out was definitely the best choice.

Finally feeling much better, today, so hoping to get some posts done at last.

Welcome back!

I knew that wound on his back was gonna be problematic. Poor ol' fuzz face!

Thanks. Think I caught a stomach bug or something. Feeling like death warmed over and calling Earl Buick frequently from the big porcelain phone... Hopefully it passes soon.

I had forgotten about the "makeshift hood" Ch'dau had at the beginning of the game. Probably a decent amount of material there for bandaging owies.

Naaaaah! Who needs modesty when you've been traveling with a cat-beast who's pretty much mostly naked all the time, anyway?

That said... Hubba Hubba!

Now, in all seriousness, there's really not much Ch'dau can do about tending his own wounds, I don't believe... Not a whole lot of fabric to make bandages with in his gear, so it's probably gonna be more of a "lick your wounds" situation for him.

...and get a "today" post up for Tochi, as well.

Feeling a bit puny this afternoon, though, and may not get to it before I go lay down for a bit.

...a different "feel" is better than having to spontaneously swap out a character wholesale, imo.

Here's hoping the "friendship" between Tochi and Eric remains as, I have a feeling, the Angel is very close to being ready to fly and I'd hate for Throson to miss that, Plus, his "arm issues" play a little bit into the goings on, here, if I'm not mistaken.

I'd hate to replace the CEO at this point, tbh, and the thoughts of Eric continuing makes my Trill heart soooooo happy!

Collab with Dr Reine and Tochi nearing completion, I think, and a post forthcoming for Capt Drake's latest is in the pipe. Ready to rock once I get a grip on all my NPCs.

Dana is still there and you're still listed as a player, dear! Welcome back aboard!

I didn't think so but wanted to make sure.

Post coming soon... but first, lunch!