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Goblin Squad Member. RPG Superstar 2013 Dedicated Voter, 2014 Marathon Voter. Pathfinder Comics Subscriber; Pathfinder Adventure Path, Card Game, Roleplaying Game, Tales Subscriber. FullStarFullStarFullStarFullStar Venture-Lieutenant, California—Central San Joaquin Valley. 477 posts (5,605 including aliases). 1 review. No lists. 1 wishlist. 19 Pathfinder Society characters. 22 aliases.


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Yeenoghu sniffs, then sneezes at the boring parchments, more than ready to run in the Sun with The One rather than stay here with the strange smelling ratboything.

He rubs past The Other; his tail brushes Stunted Tom's pointed red head on the way by, flicking sand into the ugly creature's over abundance of whiskers on his way by.


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Yeen tries to do as he's told but some fluffy golden thing keeps flicking into his peripheral vision. Finally, he pounces on it, nearly catching it even as some terrible beast tries to bite his own luscious tail. The distraction is terrible and he is beset on all sides.


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Serra:
Kastor smiles, catching his lord looking his way. " we can make a lot of things better. Like we did those Helms. They are fine looking helms now, aren't they, Sir? Much more Helmier!"


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Elyanias Myoch wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

When Eli awakens, a dry mouth irritates him. He makes himself as presentable as will serve him, and seeks out breakfast in the Mess Hall. He looks around for Kimroth specifically. Should he find him, Eli petitions the man.

"I would like some applejack. A man like you, discerning eye and all, I'm sure you'd have some kept away, right? It would serve a mighty purpose this morning, I can tell you truthfully. What say you?"

with a dream:
She smiles sadly at his request, "You may see them, but they will not recognize you." The dream swirls, much like the scrying pool, and he is looking upon somewhere else. A young mother holds twin bundles. One of them fusses and fights with the swaddling, while the other cries and bites her little fists." They were so young, it seemed a waste to hold them here, and they lacked the experience to empathize with mortals as older spirits might. Pharasma, in her infinite wisdom, has sent them back, to try again."

Kimroth looks up as Eli enters, his wide grin settling into more studious lines at the request. "For you, I can find a bottle." He pulls some keys from his waist chain and unlocks a chest down below the bar, retrieving an aged bottle of something or another. He pours wordlessly, then sets both down in front of Eli. "I don't suppose I could interest you in any food to go with that?"

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Yes, I really do spend more than my husband and my two adult sons combined. I asked the spouse, just to make sure I wasn't overstating. He assured me that I do, and wasn't quite sure how I could even doubt it. I would guess that at least 50% of the time, if they've got something, I either bought it for them, showed it to them, or gave them my old one.

Apparently, I did word it very poorly, as what you took from it is not only not what I meant, but also not anywhere near to the actuality. I never meant to imply that I spend more on gaming than all of my female friends, as that is simply not the case.

The line, btw, wasn't to spend as much as I do, but to spend as much as your 1 out of 4 of your male friends ($30-$40 a month). So if I, and at least 1 of my female friends spend the same as or more than the $30-$40 that your friend does, how does that not even out? What about two of them? Three? How many of us do there need to be before we zero out your one friend out of four? What if we spend twice as much as your one friend? Because unfortunately, I know that I do.

As for who spends more than me; I'm sure there must be someone, so I left room for a question there. In fact, I hope there is someone because I would rather not be "that person" that spends too much on gaming stuff.

However, I truly don't know if that friend is male or female. I can think of two right off the top of my head, one female and one male, that probably do, because while I spend a fair amount, and over twice your 1 in 4 friend above, they both tend to have more things on hand to use than I do. It's hard to say for sure, as one of them is in the industry and may in fact get their stuff for free while the other is not and so probably pays full price, though they are very good at shopping for things used. So, I would call the group of "people that spend more than me" a wash.

Since I've acknowledged that I didn't mean that I necessarily spend more than all of my female friends, and that our original goal line wasn't spending more than me anyway, but to spend as much as your 1 in 4 friend above, I don't think we can assume that male spending dominates so much as to make taking female consumers into consideration unnecessary.

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Malaclypse wrote:

You mix up two things: people who play rpgs and people who regularly buy rpg-related products.

I guess about 1/4th of my male friends who play RPGs spend more than 30-40$ / month for rpg materials. None of the females in my groups spend that much for rgps in a year (and that's not because they wouldn't have the money).

Small sample size, I know, but still..

A very small sample size. I spend more money on RPGs,and on Paizo products in particular, than my husband, than either of my sons, and at least as much, if not more than most of my male friends. Further more, my female friends tend to buy their own stuff as well.

So, now that we've each listed our own small sample size, where does that leave us? Zeroed out?

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Don't let them fool you; California is the same as well. Not as bad as going to visit the family in Okla-arkansas, but the difference between the bay area and the central valley can be startling. :(


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Dream for Serra:
During the night, a scarred but beautiful woman comes to you in a dream. She looks at you, and in her eyes, you are reflected not as you see yourself, but as Kastor, and as your mother before him, saw you. tall, and strong, and generous of spirit. "Thank you, Serra. Your service and kindness within my Garrison has not gone unnoticed. I am sorry for not being able to help you more then, or in the future, but sometimes, with great power comes great restrictions. Still, I am well pleased with you and your companions. Take this as a small boon, and walk in the way of Righteousness." with these last words, she presses a kiss to your brow, then salutes you with her sword as she steps away.

Dream for Cole:
During the night, a scarred but beautiful woman comes to you in a dream. She looks at you, and in her eyes, you are reflected not as you see yourself, but as your mother and your brother Laine saw you, tall and strong, with a good heart and a keen eye. "Thank you, Cole. Your service and kindness within my Garrison has not gone unnoticed. I am sorry for not being able to help you more then, or in the future, but sometimes, with great power comes great restrictions. Still, I am well pleased with you and your companions. Take this as a small boon, and walk in the way of Righteousness." with these last words, she presses a kiss to your brow, then salutes you with her sword as she steps away.

Dream for Eli:
During the night, a scarred but beautiful woman comes to you in a dream. She looks at you, and in her eyes, you are reflected not as you see yourself, but as Lenore and your children always saw you. Tall, and strong, and protective. "Thank you, Elyanias. Your service and kindness within my Garrison has not gone unnoticed. I am sorry for not being able to help you more then, or in the future, but sometimes, with great power comes great restrictions. Still, I am well pleased with you and your companions. Take this as a small boon, and walk in the way of Righteousness." with these last words, she presses a kiss to your brow, then salutes you with her sword as she steps away.

devotion point details:
Over the course of their attack on the Gray Garrison, the PCs earned 10 devotion points with Iomedae, putting them securely in her good graces. When the PCs waken, their
Devotion Points are gone—

in their place they gain additional rewards, depending
on how many points they accumulated overall. Note that
these rewards are cumulative; earning 10 or more points
grants all four of the following permanent boons.
1–4 Devotion Points: Each PC gains a permanent +2
bonus to a skill of her choice.
5–7 Devotion Points: Each PC gains 3 permanent hit points.
8–9 Devotion Points: Each PC gains a bonus trait of
his choice.
10 or more Devotion Points: Each PC gains a +1 increase
to an ability score of her choice. You also waken with your mythic tier in place. The power surge from the wardstone's destruction is gone, but some of it has settled into your very being.

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It is morning. I know this because light streams through the window of the Everett Room as I await my chance to destroy a god.

I can't help but wonder if this is what happened to "Aroden" before he was reborn.


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Round 4, Init 18

Serra:
"Now Sir, is it now?!?!?!" The young boy hops back and forth, looking at Eli. Memories barrage him from all sides, his short time with the group speeding by. Eli's often been surly, almost cruel, but he is important to the Cause, and a good knight does what is needed for the greater good. Even if the Greater Good seems to hold him in nothing but contempt. His shoulders square and he doesn't wait for Serra's answer, but ducks around and under everyone, to reach the dying man beneath their feet. He pours the potion down the old man's throat, whispering beneath his breath, "Just live, You don't even have to like me. Just live, and fight the bad things.Just live."

healing: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3, 2) + 3 = 14

Eli:
At his refusal, she dissipates, like fog beneath the sun, burning away. It wasn't her, was not his precious Lenore, but he still feels the absence.

Mayhap she waits on the other side, the true Lenore. And maybe she is near him still, waiting. She will wait longer still, perhaps.

Time loses meaning, the drips of his blood fading to nothingness then coming back again. How long has he lain here? It seems forever, but the sun grows brighter and warmer. Another voice reverberates, neither Blacklips, nor his Lenore. Young and boyish, like Will, but not him. Still, there is no guile there.

"It's fine if you don't like me. Just fine. Just live. You don't even have to like me. Just live, and fight the bad things.Just live."
Something wet like celestial fire fills Eli's mouth, pours down his throat. The taste of peppermint and radishes and honey fills him and the healing soon follows. Better than simply not dying, his body begins to knit, to remember how to live.
healing: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3, 2) + 3 = 14

perception: 10:
From nowhere, a potion bottle rolls off Ely's chest, beneath Serra's feet, and off into the rubble nearby. The old man coughs, sputters, but then breathes.


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half-orc
stuff:
hp 39/47,................ AC 17, T- 13, FF-14, F. +4, R.+5, W +5

Somewhen Elsewhere:
One by one the people in front of her continue onward and step by step she follows. Ahead, a spectral warrior questions the souls as they walk in the queue. Most he sorts out immediately; a flash of sunlight or flame or darkness herald their exit. Wicked chains gather a few, tearing them to pieces before they are even fully gone. Most go quickly, the sorting over in nothing more than a breath - if one still breathed.

Others, trudge ever forward, spiraling up to the impossibly tall spire to Pharasma's own judgment. If Khaz's heart still beat in her chest, the world would rock with the speed and force of her fear as she watches the trail of souls.

"Blessed Lady of Fiery Redemption, if ever I have strayed I beg forgiveness now."

She tries to think of all the prayers of her youth, but newer ones crowd them out. Words of warmth and redemption and the joy of a new day win out over the wailing pleas of her fearful years as a child of the desert.

Hundreds of people stand in front of Khaz, then three, then one. As the man in front of her grovels for a second chance, the clouds above them both part.

Please don't let it be the chains!

Those taken by the chains have surely earned their fate, but it is an ugly thing to witness.

No chains, but a beam of sunlight pierces the heavens and shines down upon Khaz's face. The warmth, especially welcome after the interminable nothingness, brings a glow missing from her cheeks for a long while.

"Glorious Flower of the Dawn! I am ready!"

If the Lady would take her now, she would go happily in a glow such as this.

"छैन अझै। के तपाईं सुन्नुहुन्छ छ? उहाँले तपाईंलाई फिर्ता हुनेछ। म तपाईंलाई फिर्ता हुनेछ। तर विकल्प ... तपाईंकै हो।"

The voice falls upon her like light on water, warming her being, breathing life back into her soul.

"Not yet. Do you hear him? He would have you return. I would have you return. But the choice...is yours."

Ahead, the groveling man has gone and the Spectral Warrior waits. It is her turn. He is not one for waiting, that one.

Khaz steps out of the line and throws her arms wide with a grin.

"Another time," She whispers to the waiting Sorter of Souls.

Her head falls back as her heart calls to the heavens.

"Radiant Mother of the Redeem'd! I am ever Yours. Take me home, that I might walk in Your light and do Your bidding!"

Khaz stretches in the warmth of the tropical air, the last rays of the day lighting her ashen face. She jerks suddenly as her heart remembers the beat, stuttering at first, then falling steadily into a familiar rhythm. Color suffuses her cheeks, turning their gray to a lovely olive green once more. Her mouth is dry, but she smiles, her lower tusks jutting forward as her lips draw back.

It is her eyes that open last, focused for one more moment on the love of her goddess, but then she blinks, opening them to look for Kyson.

"You brought me home."

It is a stupid thing to say, as things go. But she realizes it's true. Where her friends are, there will her home be also.

The Lady has willed it so.

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GM Lamplighter wrote:

This is the question: whether this statement is in fact correct. Can a character actively support the Paracountess' plans to prolong the Fifth Crusade while not being evil? By doing so, you'd be complicit in the deaths of thousands, all to further an individual's personal power play, while at the same time betraying the Pathfinder Society, who has pledged its support to Mendev both by necessity and by legal treaty (something that should carry weight with the Lawful Chelaxian). Waiting and seeing what happens is one way, as several have suggested. Obviously lots of people are doing it, so I want to know what their story is - how do they reconcile the conflict?

Some people like to play imperfect people. People with foibles, flaws. They want room to grow.

One answer: IF someone else holds your family hostage unless you "serve in their stead" so you work within the Cheliax faction, weighing every single mission with a a heavy heart whether or not this one thing is worth the death of your daughter, your mother, your son.... is that person evil? Truly? Some day, the mission will come when you can no longer follow what you are given and you know on that day, you will sign the death warrant of your loved ones. It isn't the easy way, but it is a way. Just one. There are as many more as there are people out there playing.


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Those are feelings. Don't invalidate my feelings just because they're not inline with your puritanical view of "valid" emotional responses.

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We handed out approximately 70 PFS numbers.

We sat 1276 people over the weekend, and had a total of 196 sessions of PFS and 7 sessions of the PFACG.

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Wow! What a weekend! Thank you, thank you all for all of the hard work, flexibility, and cooperation! I'm still in recovery mode, but will kick in on the rest of the game reporting soon.

Just as a reminder, if you have any errors that need to be addressed on the table sheets or see problems after the games are reported, emailing me at ab_NSprite (at) Yahoo.com is the fastest way to get them fixed.

Thanks again for a fabulous weekend. The joint power of the Bay Area and Northern California VOs, GMs and Players is an amazing thing to behold.


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

Dandi views the maidens through Barael's eyes, She speaks, loud enough to be heard from the other room, " Down by the sea, there is a clay that is the perfect polish for your armor. You should go, all of you, right now, before the queen comes, Go get that cream before she sees your mediocre armor!"

mass suggestion (DC 23 Will), to get all the gray maidens to leave the castle for Kaer Maga.

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9 days, Wendy-Ann... unless Kubla starts on Wednesday for you like it does for me, then it's only ONE WEEK!!!!


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{Grasker}:
Later that evening, as Grasker slips deep into sleep, threads and shreds of memory twist and twirl in his dreams.

His father, so big and strong, lifts him easily from a crib. Behind him, the blaze of Iomedae shines upon the wall and five holy warriors stand watch.

"Not a word, brother. Not even to your new wife." His father's unlined face reminds him of Gulur, though in his dream, he knows of no one else but that man, and the rare touch of the radiant light, and the five holy warriors.

The man nods nuzzling his belly, then sobers as he nods again. "Though she may leave me for a liar and a cad, I will tell no one. It is the only way to keep him safe."

One of the five steps forward then, older than the rest, "The desire to do good is not met by doing ill, even by a good man. You cannot tell what you do not know, Prestur." Words of magic weave and warp, his father's voice cries out in shock...

The cry from the gate calls the dawn, wakening Grasker from his slumber. The shreds of his dream slip and slide through his mind, until only the tiniest of fragments remain.

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Don't take this the wrong way, but selling someone on this, or on Gen Con, I think, but especially Paizocon, does the event a disservice. People attend from all over the world because they *WANT* to be there. Most of them are there to make the event as great a time for themselves and everyone else as it possibly can be. They want to attend the banquet with its updates and the seminars, and play PFS with people they have either only met online or met at previous paizocons and possibly only see once a year.

It is a party, a celebration, a unique moment in time that will never be again, no matter if you return to Paizocon the next year.

So, if this doesn't describe you, you should definitely save your time off for something that makes you feel this way. Life is short, for all of us.


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Unused to being so big, Ely's attack misses the advancing crusader.

"Dont be daft! OF *course* we checked!" The girl gasps to be discussed like some farm animal and attempts to bite the one holding her. With help so close at hand, hope flares in her eyes.

"If you had her last week, you missed the mark, man! "

perception 14:
One of the other knights (the one with the yellow) questions hesitantly. "You were sure, weren't you, Marla? I'd hate to face a demon without a purified blade because you misjudged something."

The one all in gray questions the woman as well. "Even if he had her last week, because he... missed, so to speak, she still counts, right? I mean...Technically...."

The woman in the red cloak backhands the girl for her attempted bite, then soothes it with a gentler carress. "Look what you're doing! You're scaring her! Go on about your business and let us go on about ours!"

perception: 14(a single success can read both):
To the crusader with the yellow, she snorts, "Of course I checked, Delbrig! She's intact, I tell you! Now get rid of them. We have the gods work to finish and demons to slay!"

She is somewhat more polite to the crusader in gray, though she is clearly put out to have her word questioned. "Yes, Sir. Even if he did have a bit of her backside last week, technically she's still a virgin and should work just fine for our needs. Makes me feel a bit better about it, actually. Technical virgins are cheating the system!"

Beagan, Xanthos, Serra and Grasker are up.

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My personal opinion is that the rule is in place because running multiple characters at a table could give that person an edge over others that will also play that scenario. Since PFS is a world wide organized community, the rules are in place to make sure the playing field stays as level as possible. Allowing people to play two or more characters simply doesnt do that.

Even if everyone at your table is running two, everyone world wide isn't going to be.


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"Fear. Death." She says the words before she thinks, then flushes. that's not helpful! Only an idiot wouldnt already know that. "Uhhh, what I mean is, they're scarier up close. Magical menace type of thing. It can be overwhelming." Frightful presence, 30 feet times age category. " and it only get's worse with age."

"They have senses like....well, I don't know what. They can see in the dark, better than orcs, and way better than humans...uhh, no offense. Even without sight, they can sense creatures nearby. Barrie! I don't think your vanish will help you there." blindsense, 60 feet

"They can cast spells! I know they look like lizards, but they're not animals. Like everything else, they get better with spells as they age." they cast arcane spells like a sorcerer, with their caster level going up as they age.

"They are hard to hurt and their skin grows tougher the older they get. Certain things can get through it, but what that is depends on the kind of dragon it is. I think." They have DR that goes up as they age.

" You'd think magic would help, but they're resistant to a lot of it. Like sleep and paralysis don't affect them at all. There are one or two other others things that they are immune to as well, but each type of dragon seems to be immune to different things." Spell resistance and immunities.

"I wish I could remember things about specific dragons. We think this one is black? I wonder what black dragons are vulnerable to?" Dandi wracks her brain trying to remember more. "I'm sorry, Im drawing a blank at the moment. I know it must be an adult or older to carry someone on its back, but.... how much older is probably important to know." CR11+

"Maybe the others will know more."


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

Dandi stares at the feet, clutching Barrie's hand, "Nothing good can come of this. They will turn green in time, like the original."


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes
Barael de Gare wrote:
Barael breaks out in a chuckle. "We're always looking out for things, I forget some times that we forget to look inwards for things. But you don't. And I love you all the more for it..."

"I'm sorry, I was just curio..." She stops, her gaze jerking from the necklace to the man in front of her.

Just like that..."I love you all the more.." like it's nothing.

Barael de Gare wrote:
"....Corbinian for proper introductions, but..."

"I love you all the more..."

Barael de Gare wrote:
"... the seven larger ones there, those jewels,"

like people say it every day...

Barael de Gare wrote:
"...the ones that help you the most. Seems fitting "

"love you all the more..."

Barael de Gare wrote:
"... Don't you think?"

The heat of his hand contrasts against the cool mithral and pearls against her skin like the beat of her heart and the utter stillness of the rest of her.

"Barrie, I...."

Briar's voice rings in head, ice water and damnation and guilt all in one blow. She scrunches her eyes and silently, save to all but Wraith perhaps, curses the elf's impeccably bad timing.

"I...I guess we should go." She checks the scarf to see that its skewed aright and meets his gaze with star stuck eyes.

"Barrie? I uh..love you more...."I love it. Thank you."


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

She is not sucked into the gem this time, but must force her way in. There is no vacuum now and something... some one.... needs be moved before she can enter. And isn't that the point anyway? Insistent, she shoves him out, sets him free to return to his body. It happens suddenly, the exchange. She tries to touch him, soul to soul, to offer comfort and regret, but there is none of that. He is there and she is not, then she is there and he is not.

She's never felt so...small.

From somewhere outside there is a cough, a gasp, but she cannot see his body anymore, can not be soothed by the sight of him waking. The world shudders, thudding against the gem, and she can see him once more, bent over her...her body! Sound is muted inside the gem, and sight distorted, but it doesn't deaden the pain as she watches his hands on her lifeless shell, the glisten of tears in his eyes.

Don't Cry! I'm here! I'm HERE! her words bounce loudly inside herself, useless to the world. She surges again, thoughtless save for being able to reach him, feel him. Tell him she's...

"...ok"

Her limbs feel leaden, but she reaches, her fingers finding his face. For now, it is enough.

"I'm ok..."


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

"I mean, I'm pretty sure I can do it. I'll have to find someone that knows how, but how hard can that be in Kaer Maga? And OH! I need money. I'll need gems, and I have this... thing, I'm trying to do, but that's another thing and not this thing. This thing will need gems, though or maybe we could use one of those jar things. Do we still have any? Like an empty one? It would need to be empty. I don't think you can fit two souls in one jar." A fine blush creeps up her cheeks at some errant thought and she shakes her head as she tries to keep her mind on the matter at hand. "Well, what do you think?"


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half-elf
today's stuff, various:
Saves: ------------- HP: 96 Fort:12 Ref:15 Will:10 AC: 24 T:24 FL:14 Mutagen: Dex/Wis, lasts 20 minutes

“Just a few minutes, I promise!” Tired and haggard from the trip, she just wants a few minutes to freshen up. To fix her hair. To look nice, for a change. A bath! Oh web and weave she wants a bath! “I’ll meet you there, at the bistro.”

The water is heavenly, like silk over her wind-chafed skin. She could luxuriate in it for hours. Maybe even sleep. She jumps with a start! Too easy to drift off in dreams, but not here. Not now. Not alone. With a sigh she grabs a towel and blessedly clean clothing. Her hair twists itself out, then releases, a cloak of melted gold down her back. Over and over again, until it’s mostly dry. She twirls it into curls up on her head, a shiny cascade left to fall down one side. It is too girly for her, but she makes the attempt. She wants to take her time, do more, look better, but she’s hungry, and Barrie is waiting.

The laughter calls to her, but not as much as the delicious scent of whatever they’ve got on the fire tonight, and both pale compare to… She shakes her head with a laugh and speeds her step.

It's busy. Full of life. Too noisy, perhaps, a good place to get used to the living again. Dandi tries to make her way through the door, through the laughing crowds. and I thought coming in the back way would be easier.

On the far side of the room, there's a growl, and some loudmouthed storyteller slurs drunkenly at the crowds.

"...were! In the belly of the earth, searching for a rare blade indeed!” Dandi shakes her head with a laugh. It's Barrie. She would never think him capable of such boldness. But its good, isnt? She jumps, floats up to try to see, but the crowds are thick on the ground, and the smoke thick above them.

She slips through the crowds, skills from her youth coming in good stead as she slides one way, and nudges someone else to the other side.

Never a good reader of the people, it takes a moment to realize the tide is turning ugly. A woman screams and then another. "Hey Now!" grumbles a voice and a huge pile of a man lurches to his feet.

An icy wave of shock washes through her veins. Barrie-Barael... pawing at the waitress, his hand between her legs pulling some silver shining thing and waving it for all to see.

She freezes. Only for a moment, but hasn't she learned by now that a moment is too long?

"...eat, crap, and sleep, and for what?! So that your blood will satiate the gods of pain and torture! So that your souls will nourish nightmare hags!! You sheep, who wouldn’t recognize a wolf even if it walked right up and..”

His teeth, those same teeth that terrified her so long ago (was it only a week or three? truly?) snap! into the flesh of a huge man that tried to interfere.

"BARRIE!" She panics. Inside, she is a thousand places at once and none of them useful, none of them helpful. It is Kleestad all over again, and there is no Fondo to blame for it now.

"Out of my WAY!!!" She does not say it twice, and they don't wait for a second time. Not sheep, but cockroaches, the patrons flee, giving her room. What does it take to be a monster in Kaer Maga?!?!?! Whatever it is, they feel it in the room and flee.

Her hair whips about, the delicate twisted curls straightening of their own accord. Her feet leave the floor and her eyes glow as she whispers.

"Zastavit ... ve jménu lásky ... před zlomit mé srdce!"

The spell leaves her lips in a rush, full of desperation and insistence and fear. Her hands tremble. Her feet never touch the floor as she rushes to his side.

Someone, the proprietor? moves to intercept, but whatever he sees in her eyes makes him reconsider...

"Barrie...it's time to go." Her hair wraps round him, gathers him closer than close, as she tries to fly....


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Dandi's tone softens as she turns her focus to Barael, "She doesn't speak, not as such. And yet, to hold her is to begin to know her soul. You felt that, didn't you? That is a special thing to share with someone and may require more commitment than is immediately apparent, I suspect." A certain sadness touches her features as she reaches for Barael's hand and her voice grows whisper soft. A single step brings her within the warmth of him, but she can't quite meet his eyes.

Barrie, perception 21:
"But she would be able to protect you in ways I will never master. That would be a good thing, if it something you both wish."

Stepping back, she uncurls her hand from his paw with a heavy reluctance and sigh. She steps and turns back to the group as a whole.

"Normally, I would counsel a slow courtship, for someone so special. But we stand on the cusp of the Future of all Korvosa, and time crumbles from beneath our feet. There are few hours left for many niceties when Death's whisper calls our names ever louder. Seri cannot be oblivious to that, I think, or we would not have woken her from her slumber. Perhaps it would be best if each prospective partner state their case, and we let Charlie be voice, unless he too wishes to be considered?" And why not? They have so much in common. "But one should stand apart, and hear her clearly without need or motive or desire."


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Dandi looks at Fondo, her confusion on her face. "What does any of that to do with anything? Seri is not merely steel and tool, not only a means to an end. She is in there, and cognizant. To use her without her heed and choosing would be no more than to expect any of us to be naught but a tool to be waged to your whim, no matter how noble the cause. I would not place you in another's hand without your say so, for that is slavery, at the very root of it. That is not who we are. Seri should choose her companion, just as any of us should choose our own."

Tears sparkle in her eyes; so adamant is she in her plea for the rights of the sword to choose her own destiny.


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"What? No, of course he did, Briar! You just were too busy, with the elfing and the archery! Brala would not... *not* help us, not against such a thing! He wouldn'..t..." She stops, corrected by Fondo's own words.

Her head tips to one side as she listens to his explanation, Her mouth narrows and her brows curl in upon one another, her features darkening like an oncoming storm.

"And they call me foolish!!! Niko could have died! And if he did, the rest of us would follow quickly thereafter! *I* was useless, FONDO!!! My every spell and hex worthless to help finish it before that giant worm had us for lunch! But you...You are Desna's Blade and the People's best Hope! There is NEVER a time when you are not necessary to the fight!"


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Serra:
"Yes Sir!" He nods solemnly. He stands close but keeps his eyes on the cultists, just in case they should move to do more evil while Serra's mind is on teaching him. He bites his lower lip as he hesitates, then as one them spasms, reaches down and presses a finger to the man's lips, silencing his last breath.


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Barael de Were wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

Barael sidles back and forth, keeping both Laori and Ildervok in his line-of-sight.

Dandi smiles her sweetest smile, but shakes her head with a sigh.

@ Barael:
"I am not nearly as innocent as I wish, so she would likely fail, but... if she should try, I'll strip her of her magicks, and then her mental faculties, and then strangle her until the world is a better place for the lack of her in it. Don't worry, Barrie, I won't let her hurt me, nor you through me. Not for a second."

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With a rush the air shimmers, a sizzling and popping sparkle pulsing into a flash of flame. As the smoke slowly dissipates, saffron colored orbs are the first thing to pierce the fog. The haze dissolves to reveal a large, shadowy red wolf-like creature standing with majestic pride.

Piercing, expectant eyes scan the area, an umbral tail wagging vigorously as the keen nose scents the air. Looking at Grasker, the tail thumps excitedly at first, but after a few sniffs in the swordsman’s direction it shrugs. Trotting happily to Eli, he lets out a happy “woof” and the same expectant energy rises, and then stops suddenly after a snuffle or two. In quick succession, his dusky snout turns towards the others, sniffing towards Jurin, Cole and Serra, his tail rising and then dropping lower and lower after each.

Finally, his eyes catch sight of the little one, and great paws take a slow step or two towards the Gnome. With a tentative twitch, the great canine scents the small figure and stops suddenly. His head cocks to the side in confusion, and the eyes peering from the shadows narrow, looking at the runic R beginning to glow in red on Beagan’s forehead, matching the one on his own.

With a slow twirl, the canine’s tail begins swirling with color, eventually settling into stripes of fuscia, rose, and magenta. Ridges of multi-hued spikes in amber, azure and moss green sprout up from the red fur. Canine ears elongate into long, floppy lobes, hanging down from furry head that narrows, while two broad buck teeth spring out from under his snout. The brightly colored tail begins a slow, tentative wag.


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She laughs too, his burbling cackle infectious as he swings her around. She reaches out, finally able to touch him, and he's already gone again, like a whirlwind of life as he moves around and around.

Dandi gathers his loincloth as it falls, but waits until he slows down. The question isn't what she's expecting. "Fondo? Oh, no... he's gathering some things to help us." It's her turn to laugh as he realizes how closely this rebirth mimics the first.

"Here. I suppose you'll need to get dressed..." She's stared at him, willing him to breath, cared for him and held him and helped arrange his body for Briar. She's seen just about everything there is to see...but it was never him, never like this. Still, he looks so...weak,almost addled. She smiles and hands him his cloth, then takes his hand to help him to his other clothes. "You'll need to go slow. Not overdo things. It's ok, I'm here. I'll help...uh, we'll help, won't we guys?"

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Dandi, staring so intently at the castle nearly misses as Barael's shade seeps in. His...voice... fills the room, her attention. She suddenly realizes he's here. HERE, in the gate house, not the castle. Not trapped, not chained, not enslaved. Here. In front of her.

Her face lights up, and she scurries to her feet, reaching out for him. Her fingers curl through him and she could kick herself for not memorizing one more spell that could let her touch him one more time.

"Y-You're....free." Her eyes fill with wonder and her smile, so faint just a few moments ago, blooms bright and full, one more time.


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Round 2

"You SAID We'd WAIT until KAER MAGA!!!"

Dandi mutters to herself, then flips into the room, fuming. casting damnation stride, then moving to T7 to touch folks.

acrobatics to avoid aoos: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Reaching out, she touches any of her friends that will touch her back (up to 4, including Nikolay, Barael, Fond, and Laori) before stomping her foot and disappearing in a blast of fire and flame.

10 foot burst of flame centered on T-7: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1, 4) = 15, Reflex save of 22 takes half. Moving back down the hall to G06


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DM_Euan, Barael:
Dandi remembers her instincts fully, but not quickly enough as he reaches for her. Embraces her. She stiffens, prepared to fight to stay safe. His pupils dilate and his jaw clenches and for a moment, he is something else, something "other". She panics, fights, the hex on the tip of her mind even as his words echo in the room.

"I'm not leaving you..." His words wash over her, calming, soothing. Settling. Soften. She looks again, his furry muzzle so close to her own face.

Not a monster. a beast, nothing other. Just Barael. Barrie.

...and he said he'll stay.

She sniffs, snuffles, and nods within his arms.

"Stay."


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reroll at +4: 1d20 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 6 = 27

"You're right, of course. We can't let the shadows get to us." Dandi straightens her shoulders and forces a smile until she nearly feels it for a truth and not a wish.

She eyes each of her friends in turn,praying silently for their safety in the upcoming hours.

prayer:
"Lord of Dreams watch over these my friends, that we may better the tapestry of the World. Each is a unique thread, worthy of their continued place upon the loom.
Niko, Quiet but dedicated. With a vicious way with the blade, he is fearless. Aid his arm if you would; he is part of the wall of steel that makes the world a better place.
Fondo Not Quiet, but just as dedicated. He always seems to know just what to say to motivate the rest of us. Bless his tongue and his toes, that he might avoid stepping into anything too dreadful today.
Charlie Dear, sweet Charlie. He's generous to a fault, and like as not we'd all be dead without him. Keep him safe and don't let his drink spill before he has a chance to enjoy it when we are safe once more.
Briar ...uhm.... let's come back to him...
Barael... Don't judge him on his fur, though now that I look, perhaps it's not so greasy really. More like sleek. and poofy. But look at his hear. He's good, just good, deep inside. I doubt he even knows it. Ease his heart and bring back his luck, and if he must be a rat, let him avoid the traps that wait ahead. Oh! and Briar! He is good with a bow, so there's that. And still travels with us, though I'm never sure exactly why. Still, he is here. Aid his aim, and protect him from any uhm... unwanted? harm? With Majenko above him, and Laori at his side, let him always find the magic that is best for the world.

Jalkara Kal and your blessed consort, please, keep your eye upon Deyanira, wherever she might be, that her trouble is nothing she can't handle and lead her back through the pattern to us again. These things I pray, should it please you and fit your Will.


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Barael:
Quote:
”I’ve seen what not knowing has done to Mum, and I know now that it was wrong to keep it from her, why Da left her. I thought it would keep the pain away, but the imagination is worse than the truth. Because it changes. Finds new places to stab, new ways to hurt. It grows the pain.” Barael pauses, takes a couple of deep breathes.

She nods, soothing as she listens. imagination is worse than the truth... Her braid pets at his shoulder, and if he'd have it, her hand reaches for his, to make the telling easier.

Quote:

”My aunt took her to the countryside that night. She wasn’t going to let her lie around the apartment and risk another beating. She wouldn’t survive another one so soon, she was saying. She tried to get me to go with them, but I stayed behind.”

Barael looks into Dandi’s eyes, trying to measure how she’s receiving the story.

She keeps her eyes on his as the story weaves out of him, and into herself. Family, aunts, mums, sons, these are concepts she’s only really owned in her own imagination, but his thread of a tale looks nothing like what she'd imagined. Her eyes, too large and too blue, never leave his, though her pupils pulse with fear at the telling. ...I stayed behind... her hand shakes for him, the soothing stroke of her braid stills. She has to remind herself that he's here. That he lives to be here. Her fingers tremble but she gives a squeeze and nods.

Quote:

”My Da had a routine. He’d come home from the docks tired, and want to relax with a bottle, or three. Mum would be ready with supper. She’d try to get him to eat before he drank too much. That was her routine.”

”It didn’t take much to set him afire- a word, a noise, or even a look. He was always looking for it, so he found it when he needed to. He’d swing on her until he mostly regretted it, then he’d carry himself off to tavern. He’d drink some more, wait until she cleaned herself up, and come home to make it up to her, all apologies.” Barael grits his teeth, trying to keep his wagons on the road.

”That night was bad. Really bad. He left like he always did, but he was promising things before he did. Horrible things. I don’t think Mum really understood. She looked really bloody and swollen. So it was me did the running to get my aunt.”

Imagination is *so* not worse than the truth! Denial claws at her inside, trying to get out. This is not what fathers are like, not the way she imagines them to be. This... This is Lamm… and his goons…or the Spider King. This is not ever anyone that should love you! In her mind a fragment of a dream turns ugly. The benevolent smile of the green eyed elf hardens and sneers, becoming the father in Barael's tale. It is but a moment, a fragment of nothing, and unimportant to the here and now.

She focuses that much harder on the man in front of her, on his pain and his past. She listens, draws closer, as if that could protect him from his father even now. Wraith scuttles in, drawn by the scent of her fear for him, even the spider tries to reach out to ease his pain.

Quote:

”I went to the tavern next. Wasn’t hard to find him. I purchased a couple of bottles of Oldlaw, and I gave them to him. Told him Mum was really sorry, and ran me there with the money.” Barael shakes his head slightly. ”That was my first and last drink with the old man.”

”He worked himself into a stupor with those last two bottles. I followed him to the docks. It was easy enough staying out of reach when an angry thought crossed his mind. We sat there for an hour, before he finally passed out.”

She holds close to him, her hands, both now, holding his own. She breathes with him, and her braid wraps around his shoulders, as if she could protect him from the memory. She clucks soothingly in the back of her throat, but her eyes narrow and her jaw sets.

Quote:
Barael wipes his eyes. ”That’s when I killed him.”

“Good.”

It hangs there between them. She looks at her hands tangled with his, then back up to meet his gaze.

“Then I won’t have to when we get home.”


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Dandi sighs, her soul heavy with the continued pressure to be more than she was ever meant to be. "I love you brother mine, but not all of us are up to grand visions and world saving heroics. The Shoanti died in droves for those heroics just past; how do I look them in the eye and ask for more? How do I ask any of you for more? Some days, even words are too much."

She reaches out and touches his face, finding a sad semblance of a smile, for him. "Aye, I'll walk with you on whatever grand quest you've in mind, but don't ask me to believe exactly as you do. I don't have it in me to be more than I am. Befriend the Shoanti if you will, I'll not get in the way, at least not knowingly."


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... some several weeks later...

From the outside, it seemed everything happened in a rush. But for the people of the town, the wedding of Kast and Fleur seemed just the way to put things right once more. Each did their part, seeing the marriage of one of their own to one of the town heroes as a symbol of rebirth, a chance for the town to move beyond the ugliness. Once word had gotten out that Kast had proposed to Fleur, everyone pitched in, happily, as a way to set the small town straight. Some tongues wagged, suggesting that Fleur may have asked the shy young hero rather than the other way around, but neither one of them was telling.

Kimi scoured the field for flowers, promising a wreath of bluebells to adorn the bride’s hair, while Edgrin penned just the right tune for the ceremony. He and Tyran would play it, and play in the evening as well, for dancing. Bricks plotted and planned decorations for the gathering, promising flowers and pinwheels during the day and a thousand lights for the evening.

Will lead the loggers in setting up a Marriage Pole, while the women from the Rouge Lady decorated it with ribbons and bows, as was tradition in Falcon’s Hollow. Laurel produced a gown of dream spider silk, the opalescent hues promising to make the bride the most beautiful woman at the wedding.

A greased pig parade was planned, which prompted a call for other games, and soon it was clear that while the ceremony would be a sincere joining of two lives into one, the celebration afterward would commemorate the newfound life of the town entire. And all of it pulled together in just a few weeks.

Something smaller, or something later in the year would probably have been easier, but Fleur insisted they marry quickly, and Kast was too lovestruck to argue. She wanted to invite the entire town, and again, Kast was far too lovestruck to argue. She wished for an outdoor affair, and Kast was far too lovestruck to argue. She thought Eli might feel more a part of things as one of Kast’s best men, and Kast quickly agreed to please her. She wanted flowers and dresses and music and dancing and fine food for all, and Kast gave in to her every whim.

The only thing Kast wanted was Fleur and as long as he got that, he was going to be happy.

Watching Fleur, it was no secret to anyone (except possibly, Kast himself) that marriage or no, she was already his. Her eyes found him whenever he entered a room, and her smile shone brighter at the mere mention of his name. When he was near, she inevitably drew close, like a moth to a flame.

When all was arranged and the Day arrived, even the weather cooperated. Sun warmed the glade and a light breeze stirred the pinwheels that lined the aisle as the town filled borrowed chairs and benches.

Nimeon stood as Kast’s best man, with Chrystosm and Othoe beside him. Simon, freshly back from the Fey Queen’s court, stood facing the couple, ready to perform the ceremony. Llwynally watched from the sidelines, though the Cauldron was no where to be seen. It was Kast’s sole demand, and one easily accomplished, though some said they heard it knocking about in Simon’s cottage, disgruntled at being left out.

Kast, himself, would have normally felt quite awkward being the center of attention, but when it came to Fleur, nothing but perfection would be good enough. In a way, Fleur had issued challenge to Kast to be even better, to be even more perfect, to be a man worthy of her. This was not a challenge that Kast would shirk from. This would be a challenge of a lifetime.

While Fleur, of course, looked radiant, Kast stood resplendent in his polished armor, a tunic of pure white, and a deep blue cloak. As always, his signature weapon, the Iron Quill was nearby, held by his squire-at-arms, Hollin.

The Grigs came first, their song in tune with Edgrin’s new instrument. Their wings shimmered clean and iridescent in the spring sun. The sprites were next, alighting in the trees. Each carried an ageless blossom from the First World to celebrate the Wedding of the Shining One. They adorned the trees, and the glade blossomed with Fey-ish beauty. The townsfolk bristled at first, but surely these fey were as different as night and day from the fungus tainted others. Their grumbles turned to murmurs of awe as the final fey contingent stepped from between two trees of indescribable beauty.

Striding on two good feet, Berryk, the Rabbit Baron, lead the progression, the wingless fairy princess perched radiantly upon his shoulder. Lords Posey and Pixette followed after, their natural exuberance curbed by the dignity of station and stature. Still, their tails twitched and fluffed behind them, remembering their eternal scuffle even as they dampened it in honor of the wedding. Later, they would let loose the reins —viciously cuffing each other in a spinning raucous fight, chasing each other through the assembly at high and dangerous speeds with much growling and upticked fur— but for this singular precious moment, they were the epitome of honor, grace and duty.

”All hail the Queen!” croaked the toad, with all the fey present echoing the sentiment.

With each step, the glade grew more magical, as if with her very presence, Queen Syntira wrapped the First World about the place, drawing it into her realm. Several people claim that just prior to her appearance, a giant, dragon-like butterfly blotted out the sky. Huge wings — 40 feet across and of colors so indescribable that rainbows would pale in comparison — spread wide, blessing the gathering with a soft, dry shower of pixie dust . As it flew away, day turned to night, the sky above a velvety blanket of indigo studded with diamonds. All eyes turned to the sky for a single eternal moment before being brought back to earth by a shimmering undeniable presence; The Queen of the Fey had come to call. She strode bare foot to the altar, flowers popping up in her wake.

”Thank you, Simon. What a grand beginning that was. But if none might mind," —and surely, no one was brave enough, or crazy enough, to do so—" I’d like to continue from here.” Her voice strummed at a place deep within the chests of all that could hear her, though it was clear she had voluntarily dimmed her presence, for all stared in wonder, but none were struck blind.

With Simon and Katarynne standing in witness, She began:

"Brightest blessings, gentle people of Falcon’s Hollow. Kast Phaer and Fleur DeLys have chosen you, those special and important to them, to witness and celebrate the beginning of their life together. Today, as we create this marriage, we also create a new bond and new sense of family - one that will undoubtedly include all who are present here today."

She wove a blessing with her words, surrounding the two of them in love, acceptance, the barest beginning of understanding. Some say t’was not just Kast and Fleur she wed that day, but the town and the Fey that had gathered in that enchanted glade.


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sense you're joking, right?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

If no one else points out a spot, Dandi searches for something appropriate, hopefully with sand, dust, or other debris nearby. Finding the most likely area, she begins spinning the very air itself into a web, eventually crafting a lightly sticky mound of faintly iridescent webbing 20 feet in diameter, with a door large enough for all but the biggest egos to enter.


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meanwhile, back and Chez Shivér

Laughing, she flies up and up, only to fall down again, into her father's arms...she knows him, knows the shape of his chin and his large elven eyes the shade of summer, trusting his strong arms that never fail to catch her again. Up and up she flies, then down once more.

But this time there are no arms to catch her, nor laughing elven eyes, to beam with love. She is alone ...and so she falls... down and down and down. Into the gutters of the streets of Korvosa. Ahead the shadows gather, but behind her, a wave of ugly green sin towers ever closer, sweeping the streets.

"A cleaner Korvosa holds no room for you..." A voice, imperious and sweet calls from atop the impending tsunami. "Surely you see."

She runs, on chubby baby legs she runs into the distance. Faster and faster she goes, not watching her way, or the world, just trying to survive. She runs until she can't possible run anymore, and once again she is falling, down and down... into a web as large as the world. At its center, a laughing spider of yellow and blue beckons...."relax. I have you. How bad could it be?" and over and over again, she falls.


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Dandi smiles at Nikolay, an odd shimmery look in her eyes, "Oh, but it's too late! I've cast this al...."her voice trails away as her body begins to shape. Iridescent wings take form behind her, and she begins to shrink and shimmer in a multiple of hues of blue and yellow.

Soon, she is no bigger than the spider beside her. There is some waving of antennae and flicking of wings for a moment before the spider spits a web at the dragon fly, catching her just as she soars upward. With a ferocious flutter of her wings, the dragonfly takes flight, towing the spider behind her.


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...gasping, she scuttles left, into an ancient alley built right into bedrock. She squawks, loudly, drawing the attention of the silent insectoid shadows that mirror her step. *This Way! Come this way* Her vision shifts, fragments, a myriad prism of possible realities in place of the usual singular point of view*

The shadow takes the form of man, wearing one of Barael's mask. she smiles, realizing that her mouth is not her own. Hard, sharp and chitinous arms beckon; they are her own, at least for now.

"Come then, if you would be a Mantis. Let's dance like Mantis do,feed and breed and bleed like Mantis do, little man. If you would worship a god of Chitin and guile, you need go no further!"

Dandi bolts upright, suddenly whispering, "nothing good happens in Kaer Maga" as she stares blindly into space.

Suddenly she blinks, then smiles sleepily at Fondo. "Good morning. Where are we going?"

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