"Welcome all!" Says the man in front of you all, some of you know him others know him as something else. This is Wolf your host. He is officially starting his protection agency, he is calling it 'Phoenix'. He welcomes you all into his fort that is on the edge of the Dark Forest. The night is a time of celebration and the next day once all are awake he will talk business.
Hello and greeting for all.
I will be Dm'ing for a good part of this Adventure (in order to free DM Wolf how want's to play.
First of all i Post a few times per day. (and therefore expect you to at least do once).
How i do combat:
You can check the other game i DM:
I do excel combat maps.
I roll initiatives for everyone monster saves vs etc... and passive skill like perception if needed.
Once initiative has been determined.
i ask you to post in block .
Example
Init: Monster, players, monster, players.
DM does the monsters action (DM does a recap).
Players go. (please do not post unless you block of initiative is up) During your block. the ones who post before you have gone and therefore you can take in account what they did.
Every time a block of monster goes I (the DM) will give you the outcome of the previous block of actions.
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Example:
Round 21
As Borrum steps into the court yard 3 Force missile comes hitting him will force force.
And a bunch a spikes come from behind him
Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 1) + 3 = 8
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 231d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 = 131d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 211d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 = 111d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 171d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 211d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
(map updated for those who go out)
Rest of Heroes go !
Round 21
The ape moves to the front of the other building (he can't squeeze to get inside as it cost double to squeeze.) as Silvanus stays inside.
Reil puts his bow away and start to inspire courage the party.
Rufa move out of the safety and protection of the building and use her mand of magic missile against the Hobgoblin. But the magical force effect appears to stop a few inches from him.
Galdarmor wand in hand heal all the damage done to the dwarf (I had to move you to K12) because you were not in range to use your wand)
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Round 22
The bugbear 5ft steps away and cast another lightningbolt Ref DC 15: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 5, 5, 6) = 28 vs Ape, Borrum, Galdamor, Rufa
The manticore continues to fly and launch another deadly wave of spikes
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 = 141d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 vs Borrum
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 = 191d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Vs Borrum
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 291d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Vs Ape
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 211d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Vs Ape
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 = 251d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Vs Galdamor
Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 201d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 Vs Galdamor
Crit Conf Spikes: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 231d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Vs Ape
Perception DC 17:
The minotaur makes his appearance and swings at his target
PA GreatAxe: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 4 = 253d6 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) + 6 + 8 = 26
Crit Conf PA GreatAxe: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 4 = 86d6 + 12 + 16 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1) + 12 + 16 = 44
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Round 22
All Heroes go !
A large, ornate carriage rolls up to the entrance of the fort, it's driver transfixed on the entrance.
"We're here mi'lady."He calls through the drawn curtains.
A moment later the door to the carriage opens, a ravishing brown haired woman, dressed in a seductive red dress, stepping out onto the ladder.
"Thank you Timothy, it really was far to kind of you to drive me all the way out here." She replies, the words laced with magic. "I promise the gesture won't go unnoticed, the trip was simply divine."
Taking another step from the safety of the carriage the woman gazes over the gathered crowd, a look of concern shows briefly on her face. At least it doesn't appear as if anyone else here hails from the Abyss.
She takes a final step down the ladder planting one of her heeled boots on the ground. "Timothy, take our friends home before your done tonight please." She directs back at the driver over her shoulder.
Audible groans and pleading words begin to arise from the carriage at the mention of being taken home. "It was a pleasure you three, but I simply must be going and this is not a place for you. I will visit you in court again I promise." The woman mentions sympathetically.
The carriage takes off with a rumbling gait the moment the woman's other boot land on the ground. Deep breath, they summoned you, you are not alone out here.
Watching the carriage disappear into the night the woman begins to Fiddle with the bracelets on her wrists I wonder if I should...no play it safe.. A few moments later her alluring red dress fades and transforms, becoming a flowing deep blue gown. Satisfied with her new attire the woman looks back at the gathering group and sashays over to them, curtsying in introduction. "My name is Nora Brim, and it is wonderful to be meeting you all."
A figure steps out of the woods and enters the fort, shortly behind the woman in the blue gown. A tall, bear of a man, wearing simple travelers clothes: a white shirt with a leather, many pocketed coat, tan pants, and heavy black leather boots. On his back is a heavy cloak, a backpack, and a crossbow. As he moves, you can occasionally see the glimmer of vials and bottles from inside his coat. In his hand is the summons he received.
He doesn't greet everyone like the woman had, instead quietly taking a seat near the back of the room.
The Pheonix, eh? A fitting name for a group of reformed monsters
He scans the room, both by scent and by sight. I wonder what other beasts of the night showed up.
A Tall Blond man is slowly sipping on a drink his gaze seems off on the distance as he doesn't really acknowledge any of you.
He is wearing a mithril Full plate a longsword on his left hip.
Over across the room sitting almost hidden by the shadows is a short thin almost gaunt looking individual. He appears to be playing with a rather expensive set of dice. All the while glancing around the room at all gathered and talking to himself. You can faintly make out tidbits mostly about hard or soft and spells or no spells.
After observing everyone present and sizing everyone up. He puts his dice away and stands up rather slowly, which seems to be something he is not accustom too. As he stands he nods to all present and wanders slowly toward the "wolf" his acquaintances told him to find.
And you for the first time note his features. He appears to be just short of 5 feet tall wearing a dark finely crafted but well worn hooded cloak. Leather armor with several daggers strapped in positions to allow for easy access appear scattered around his chest. Upon further and closer examination you see a simple ruck sack, a quiver and strapped to his side behind his back appears a simple sword handle. Yet the most striking feature is the fact you cant see his face past the hood and a very finely decorated half mask covering his lower face, the effect of both these things totally obscure his facial features.
The door seemed like it would be opening a lot tonight, and through one of those openings strode a woman a bit on the short side - to be exact, she was about a head shorter than she should have been, and the cranium in question was tucked securely under one of the visitor's arms. Della raised one eyebrow as she looked at the people who had already arrived, but calmly strode across the room, took a seat, and set her head on the table to give herself a better view of the room and its occupants.
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There are many 'people' in attendance already. A clan of minotaurs is in attendance as a clan of goat folk serve the crowd.
The normally spartan fort, has extra candles and images of pixies chasing each other above everyone's heads. Some golden silk banners are strung up to reflect the lights.
Wolf has many guests and tries to get to each of them rather soon after they arrive.
"Lady Brim, always a pleasure to see you. How was your travel?" Wolf asks as he takes her hand, with a slight bow he kisses the offered hand.
"Brother Garret it is good to see you, how is your neck of the woods?" He greets him warmly and offering his arms for an embrace.
"Della my dear how did the cleansing of Vering go? Did you have to kill them all or were some spared?" Wolf asks as he offers his hand for a shake as he remembers the warrior likes.
As he draws closer to "Wolf" his two hands reach for his hood and mask which are carefully lowered and removed at the same time. Revealing the face of a bandit eyed weasel.
Who promptly states "I hear you need someone who can snatch and sneak,"
he calmly looks around and then says "If the pays good and there's lots a excitement."
Smiling showing his fine set of sharp chompers he then snickers and states "Then I'm your weasel!"
"I'm sorry I must be blunt but I find being honest and straight forward from the beginning is the best policy for someone in my um profession" he states, "Oh while I seem to have everyone's attention the name is Phurs
that's P..h..u..r..s".
Garrak returns the embrace and answers heartily "Cold. How is yours?" before returning to his seat.
He is only mildly surprised when Phurs reveals himself - he could smell a weasel on him, he just didn't quite realize it was him.
He chuckles to himself. I wonder which came first, the man or the weasel?
Smiling at Garrak Tharn I state "Your not the only one to wonder if I really am a weasel", turning away before saying "Its a long story ...."
Wanders off hoping to get something other than trail rations to eat.
"Mr. Wolf! So delightful to see you again." Nora beams. "The traveling was excellent. Pity I had to send my playmates home, they were such good fun, but I don't believe this is the crowd for them.
Taking a moment to look around Nora adds "It is quite the gathering you've got assorted here..."
I trust you've ensured no one is here that traces back to Nocticula or the Abyssal Lords? It's only for you my dear friend that I risked a gathering like this. Nora adds privately, her thoughts riddled with worry and insecurity.
"Should be quite the event tonight! I do so look forward to your parties." Nora exclaim excitedly.
"I decided to finish up while I was ahead." the Dullahan said calmly, shaking Wolf's hand. That was another little detail that people often had to get used to - she had the terrible habit of making bad jokes and puns about her condition. But then, undead knights tended to be a somber sort, and humor was one of her best defenses against relapsing into that state. Besides, she had to do something with her time. "I let the repentant ones live. They shouldn't be bothering anyone anymore." It took a particularly brave (or foolish) man to stay on the wrong path when a heavily armed and armored knight "suggested" they repent of their wicked ways... and it was even harder when the knight in question was sitting on top of a terrifying steed and lightly tossing its head up and down like some kind of horrible ball. She rather treasured the expressions they tended to have at times like that.
The wind whistled in the limbs of the trees at the edge of the woods. Eina barely noticed the swaying of the branches, curiosity mixed with apprehension, and perhaps a more than a little paranoia, occupied her thoughts.
"Strange invitations and stranger guests." She muttered to herself. Another few minutes saw the passing of some breathtakingly attractive woman, whose gown seemed to change colors at will and a burly man that could have passed for on of the men from her home.
Home
She snorted at the thought. She had no home, hadn't had one since she was barely past four winters. Homes were for those who were the walls and shields of the innocent. The fortresses that kept evil at bey. She was a sword and that luxury was not hers to have. Besides, she...
She felt pain. A pain that ran deep in her heart. Homesickness and loneliness mingled in her chest, burning and aching. She turned from the castle doors as her vision blurred. She'd been up too long. That had to be it. She was just tired and a night's sleep would clear her head right up.
She reached up to wipe away tears that hadn't been there since that night she escaped. Her entire faith revered community and family, but she had none to call her own. No one to rejoice in her triumphs, or mourn her when the day that would mark the end of her life finally came. A voice, like the whisper of far off bellows, spoke in her ear.
Too many years have passed since you had someone to call family or friend. Go.
She obeyed the command and was closing fast on the landing at the door before she had even realized it. She flared her wings and landed in the light that pooled around the entrance. Her wings folded around her, like a cloak of scale and leather as she straightened from her landing. After presenting her invitation, she slide quietly through the doors, nervous and obviously so.
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"Yes Phurs, we could use someone with your skills as long as you have the right attitude. We are always looking to expand the Phoenix. Though that is business and we will get to that in the morning. Until then feel free to eat, drink, and be merry." Wolf thanks him with kind words. "Thank you for your honesty and straight forwardness, it is refreshing to not have to do the political tango."
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"Well Garrak, my kin are restless as ever, but not too many new developments." Wolf grins at Garrak which a intrigued individual might take that they both know more than others around them.
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"No Lady Brim, I doubt they would fit in, but there are plenty of others, I am sure you will find more." Continuing Wolf winks at her and says, "Yes, yes it is a grand celebration, some of the fey decided they wanted to spruce the place up. My goat folk have been wonders with their culinary arts."
Wolf continuing to speak to Nora, "Yes the party should be excellent, especially with you here, you always brighten up the crowd."
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Wolf laughs at Della's joke, "Good, good, as everyone deserves a second chance." Wolf nods is head at the happy words he hears.
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"Eina, thank you for accepting my invitation, I am sure that you will find some like souls and if not, understand we are all here for the same purpose." He offers his hand for a shake.
The tall blond man seems to emerge from what ever his was doing and look around him. His blue/silver eyes seems to rest longer on Nora.
he them aims for Wolf.
I will need one of your rooms Wolf i need to make some additional preparations in order for one of your guest.
Kejal slithered into the room, standing as tall she could to try to take in the entire scope of the festivities. The sheer amount of creatures there surprised her. A surprising amount of them looked human at first glance, 'But then,' Kejal thought, 'From the waist up, so do I.'
Many of the creatures in attendance were things Kejal had never seen, had never even heard of before. She'd been out of the world for too long, and the presence of so many different beings was uncomfortable to her, but she fought the urge to retreat into a corner and observe everyone, instead keeping her Trident close, and scanning the room to try and find Wolf, the only person there she knew.
Eina nearly jumps out of her skin when the host greets her. She turns to look up at the elf and gives him a nervous smile.
"Thank you for inviting me. I must admit that I'm a little surprised at the... variety of people you have gathered."
One of her wings shifts to allow her to take the offered hand, by clasping Wolf's forearm firmly in the manner of dwarves and those from the northern lands.
Soon after he leaves, Eina finds one of the servants and asks if they have any mead.
Too tense, entirely too tense. I need to relax.
The thought of emulating one of Cayden's followers capered about her mind, tempting her with promises of easily fitting in to this motley group.
Nora notices the entrance of the winged woman, and her unsure demeanor.
Aww that poor girl, she looks petrified. That just won't do.
Watching her walk away, Nora follows, waiting for the right time to make an introduction. Seeing the woman pause to order a drink Nora moves up.
"Welcome to the party love. you really must relax, it is not often that the likes of us get to really let loose and be free." Nora exclaims placing an arm around the woman.
A startled look comes across Nora's face as she looks at her fingers as they wrap around the other lady. A moment later an enchanting laugh escapes her lips. "Oh dear me, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about do you? One second... Wolf has promised you protection, and it definitely doesn't look like you'll be out of place here...
Nora reaches around the woman to the bracelet on her wrist, a pair of wide slits appearing down the back of the gown as she does so. Moments later a set of deep red wings shimmer into existence out of Nora's back at the same time as a matching set of horns grow from her forehead. Nora takes a beautiful silver mirror out of the handbag at her side, looking at herself to ensure her newly revealed horns didn't impact her hair.
"Come Eina, there is simply far too much fun to be had to be shy now." Nora states, her voice subtly different due to her new fangs. Taking one of Eina's hands, Nora moves forward a couple of steps, hoping to direct the woman into the gathered crowd.
Gerhard works on identifying the guests as they walk in. Not being his home plane, he is quite interested in what shows up.
Well, well, well. This is quite the gathering you have, Wolf. Careful, though, Gerhard. Not all of these may be as reformed as he says. Best be on your guard.
He orders a couple drinks from one of the goat men. With them, he walks over to Phurs and sits down.
"So tell me. Were you originally weasel or man?"
"So tell me. Were you originally weasel or man?"
"I was a man good sir," whilst choking down a honey covered pastry; I state "unfortunately I did a job that um you can say agitated the hell outta a really powerful cleric." Frowning and saying further "All I remember of the spell was the sadistic laugh and something about; "so you want to be a weasel, therefore you are a weasel"!"
"I blanked out" he mumbles before stating "Next thing I remember I was being the experiment of some drunk druid". Looks around before saying "I really don't like spell casters much good sir," a slight frown folds his temple he continues "But I've always been a reasonable man who recognizes the need for such things."
"Don't get me wrong I profess no offense" I state "Yet after my ordeal I may just have a bit of a right to be afraid of said magic"
"And good sir I dont judge a book bye its cover" I state with a honey covered smile "I do though love what glitters" Wiping his fur and finally states "I see your as inquisitive as I am about our fellow applicants".
"Hmm, interesting...Yes. My homeland has very few monsters. Seeing so many in one place is..intriguing."
"Good sir I'm afraid their are monsters everywhere" I state plainly "But I see none here at this time".
A sad look rides the weasels face as it looks down "We've all seen and probably done bad things that we want to forget and or atone for."
"But the past is the past" I say before grabbing another honey covered pastry.
As I stuff it into my mouth I mumble "And the past is hard to change, lets not dwell on it".
"Excuse me there's others here I am curious to meet" I state and wander off toward the snake-woman.
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"Yes Eina, as you will find out the order of the Phoenix is made mostly of 'monsters' that humans would call, we take care of our own and try our best to protect the innocent. Kejal... yes Kejal, come with me Eina, I want you to meet someone." Wolf says to Eina.
"Greetings Kejal, thank you for coming I am sure you will like my plotting. Eina this is Kejal, Kejal this is Eina, I know you both will be uncomfortable in this setting but I think you will find some solace in each other." Wolf says as he greets Kejal and introduces the two.
Upon seeing Wolf and hearing the names of the ladies. I state "Lady Kejal you seem unsure of the surroundings and others here."
"Although I'm no expert on the others; I can frankly say, I feel at least a little at ease that most if not all of us have tails!" and with that I release my tail from the uncomfortable strap holding it to the back of my left leg.
I smile another one of my teethy smiles.
"Being a monster isn't what you are, it's who you are. Trust me, I've seen enough to know the difference." Della said from her place in the corner. As a Knight, she'd made it her business to find the darkness and destroy it - and whatever others may have thought, form was only one of the many measures used.
"I guess monster isn't quite the word. How about Creatures of Unusual Properties? Or something else more to your liking?. The words don't matter. I only mean where I come from, beings such as these, whose abilities are magical or paranormal rather than purely physiological, are far and few between."
"Come Eina, there is simply far too much fun to be had to be shy now." Nora states, her voice subtly different due to her new fangs. Taking one of Eina's hands, Nora moves forward a couple of steps, hoping to direct the woman into the gathered crowd.
Eina froze when Nora revealed her wings, horns, and fangs. Fascination was quickly overwhelmed by something far too close to panic. Before she had the chance to start stammering as she tried to adjust for this new bit of knowledge, the host of the party saved her the embarrassment.
Only to be more embarrassed as she squeaked at seeing what she thought was a human woman was in possession of a long, snake-like tail instead of legs.
Bad enough you look like you're fifteen, now even knows what you sound like when taken by surprise.
"P-pleased to meet you, Kejal."
Her wings shifted to allow her extend a hand out, and revealing the well-cared for and well-used armor she wore.
It takes Kejal a moment to realise that Phurs is making a joke, and she replies with a smile. "I'm afraid that mine is slightly harder to disguise."
As Wolf walks away, Kejal turns to greet the half-dragon, and sees the look of nervousness and fear spread across her face. For a moment, Kejal is taken aback, remembering a time in her life where she would have rejoiced in that look of terror. She smiles, taking Eina's hand and bowing slightly. "The pleasure is mine, truly."
"It seems that we each bear a remarkable trait." She continues, nodding at the Eina's wings, remembering a time when the girl would have had them hacked off her back to try and rid the creature from her. Kejal opens her mouth to voice this, and then stops, realising how much it might bother her. Instead she links arms with the girl, and says, "Perhaps we may be safer together. Tell me, what brings you here?"
Eina's grasp is firm, but measured, as if the girl's muscles were far stronger than they looked, and she was aware of it. The question brings a thoughtful frown to her face.
"I... I don't know," her tone that of someone not used to feeling out of her depth, "I've been alone for as long as I can remember. People never seemed to get past the wings to see me."
She snorts as a humorless chuckle shakes her shoulders. There's something dark behind her eyes, but it's gone as soon as it's noticed.
"I guess I wanted the company, even if it was for only a little while, but what about you? I wasn't born this way, so was there two mad mages running around trying to turn little girls into monsters?"
It sounds like a joke, but there's something off about the smile on Eina's face. For one thing, it looks too much like what a wolf would wear on a hunt.
Kejal smiles sadly at Eina, noticing the girl's pain and feeling similar within her heart, yet entirely different. "Afraid not." she says simply, not entirely ready to go into the entire story. So far Wolf was the only person she had told, and even that had been quite difficult. Still, she didn't want to give the girl nothing when she had opened herself, so Kejal forced herself to continue talking. "Let's just say that my people are somewhat... uncommon these days."
"I came to the Wood searching for a magical place, a lake that my people believed to be the source of all life. I know it sounds silly, but I thought I might find some of them there. Like you, I've been alone for a long time." She paused. "But unlike you, I deserved it."
She gestured to the crowd. "There are two types of people here," she said, "Both seeking to ensure that terrible things are not done to others. One group experienced terrible things first hand. Like you. The other, well, we're looking to repent."
"So you see, child, you aren't a monster."
Phurs shuffles thru his ruck sack looking for the object that brought him here. When he finds it he frowns deeply and goes "guess its time to ask the wolf."
Phurs silently walks over to Wolf with a worried look on his face, in his hands is an old worn peice of parchment, delicately folded into a small square.
"Mr Wolf I was told that you might know something more about the information on this paper"
Phurs hands Mr Wolf the paper....
Young one it seems to me you’re in quite the predicament.
If you seek the way to undo your little dilemma seek out a wizard in the elfish parts of the dark woods.
I can tell you the spell cast most likely was baleful polymorph, and of such a caster that my magic’s could not even make it reacts.
You are looking to find a mage of some repute for the cleric that spelled you was most likely the high priest of whatever misbegotten cult you ran afoul of.
I do have but one clue for you the cleric that employed us was once a member of that cult.
He provided us one clue that the real cup was a unholy relic of an evil dark god whom even as a member
he never heard the name of.
Scribbled at the bottom of the scroll in a much less fancy style is the following
The elfish wizard I spoke with told me to find a more powerful wizard one who could cast the most powerful of disenchantment spells
Disjunction and a limited wish
Or barring that a Wish
The elfish priest I spoke with said most likely I would require an atonement from a very powerful cleric or oracle
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Kejal smiles sadly at Eina, noticing the girl's pain and feeling similar within her heart, yet entirely different. "Afraid not." she says simply, not entirely ready to go into the entire story. So far Wolf was the only person she had told, and even that had been quite difficult. Still, she didn't want to give the girl nothing when she had opened herself, so Kejal forced herself to continue talking. "Let's just say that my people are somewhat... uncommon these days."
"I came to the Wood searching for a magical place, a lake that my people believed to be the source of all life. I know it sounds silly, but I thought I might find some of them there. Like you, I've been alone for a long time." She paused. "But unlike you, I deserved it."
She gestured to the crowd. "There are two types of people here," she said, "Both seeking to ensure that terrible things are not done to others. One group experienced terrible things first hand. Like you. The other, well, we're looking to repent."
"So you see, child, you aren't a monster."
"Never said the jackass succeeded." Eina chuckles again, this time with genuine humor. "Repentance is a funny thing. I'm not sure where Torag stands on that. I'm a sword, and I follow his commands, like my sword follows mine. I'm not a scholar, nor am I a mouthpiece. To give someone who hasn't tried to repent a second chance is weakness from what the very few clergy who spoke with me have said. The idea that someone evil would be willing to admit their faults and seek forgiveness, rather than have it bestowed upon them never came up."
Her wings still shrouded her, but her earlier nervousness seemed to be lifting. She sensed that there was more to the other woman's story, but decided against prying. Forgiveness may be a weakness among those who called on Torag, but compassion was not. This one's hurt seemed to run as deep as her own.
Two creatures of loneliness, heh. Wonder if this is why our host, wasshisname? put us together.
Nora looks dejectedly at Eina. "Seek me out if you are ready to enjoy this festivities later then. I haven't given up on you yet, and I would love to get to know you better."
Nora lets her hand drop, and continues into the crowd alone, seductively weaving in and out of the various groups mingling around. Chatting with some, dancing with others, and laughing with most.
What fun! To finally be able to show myself. Perhaps Mr.Wolf may finally have the means to rid me of these nagging worries. Perhaps, just maybe, I can finally be free of Nocticula.
While dancing with one of the goat folks, Nora comes to spy the curious woman in the corner, her head upon a table. Leaving the goat folk mid-swing Nora sways over to the table finding a nearby seat to take along with her.
"oh my, what a delightful condition! Oh the fun that could be had with that much freedom." Nora comments with a mischievous tone. "There are things I've always wanted to try that you are perfectly suited for."
Nora lifts her hand in greeting. "Nora Brim to meet your wonderful acquaintance, er, acquaintances." Nora adds, just noticing the other person at the table.
Della smiled at the succubus. "I can help you get ahead on your list of things to try if you don't mind being a bit shorter when I'm done." the Dullahan said, picking her head up and setting it on her neck. "It's true that feeling the breeze is nice, but the... sports... demand that you keep your head in the game."
Phurs seeing his chance he slides from the table set with all the sweet pastries (with another plate of honey covered treats in hand) over to the giant lady with the heaviest armor among the special guests.
"Excuse me miss Eina is it, I couldn't help but overhear some of your conversations everyone knows that gods heap extra hardships on those they love and respect," I state plainly then continue after nibbling on a pastry "They know who's true to their faith and who's just along for the ride so to speak."
Shuffles his feat and then says "Take it as a grain of sand if you didn't think your god didn't love you, you wouldn't be as you are right now."
Takes another pastry from his plate and instantly remembers his manners; what little he has that is. "Oh excuse me would you like a honey whatchamacallit, I haven't figured out the name but they're wonderfully sweet." Phurs says.
Kejal tenses up as Eina begins to speak of Torag. "Yes, well." She says, with the air of someone who does not like to talk about such things. "One should be careful what 'gods' they follow, especially blindly."
As the Weasled man approaches and begins speaking of faith as well, Kejal's eyes widen, and then she looks almost dejectedly around the room, wishing she were elsewhere, and wondering what possibly made her think she might belong here. It crosses her mind to say 'Your gods don't care about you.' but did not want to hurt either of them. She was sure it was something they would figure out in time. Instead she remained quiet, watching the festivities grow.
Gerhard chuckles at the head puns the Dullahan makes, making his way over to the table, having been dismissed from the conversation with the weasel.
"Well it does seem that you have lost your head about, well, losing your head. Are all Dullahan this glib about their crown?"
Nora laughs contagiously. "Oh my you are a delight! Though I worry my head puns will quick run short."
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Once Wolf accepts the parchment from Phurs he looks it over and smiles at the fellow. "It looks like you have a long road ahead of you friend."
After all are in attendance and he has greeted each of them personally. Wolf smiles to himself and just watches the festivities.
Kejal tenses up as Eina begins to speak of Torag. "Yes, well." She says, with the air of someone who does not like to talk about such things. "One should be careful what 'gods' they follow, especially blindly."
"What's there to be careful about? If Torag had not helped me, I'd still be in a dank cell somewhere while the monster that did this to me cut up someone else." Eina's wings open up a little to allow her to gesture to them when she practically growls out the word "this."
Eina's eyes glowed a cold blue and scales seemed to appear on her cheeks. She barely topped five feet tall, but she seemed to loom over Kejal.
Then the storm passed as she sighed.
"Sorry. Not many have been so fortunate. Torag helped me when I was doomed to live as some bastard's plaything, and in return I've tried to be a shield so others will never be where I have been."
"That's okay. You'll be ahead of everyone else by the time things are over with." Was she being too subtle? Meh, didn't matter. She could always deal with it later if she had to. With a shrug, the Dullahan picked up her head and tossed it across the room. It landed just a short ways from Wolf, right on the table, and she raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "Oh dear. I appear to have lost my head. It would be awfully nice if someone would bring it back over."
"Lady Kejal I can see what I've said has made you uncomfortable," Phurs slowly states,"Yet like you I'm pretty much terrible with gods and such".
Phurs eyes then light up as he says, "One of problems is I tend to get into trouble and don't conceive in the consequences."
"Even the theft of a fake object of a god is likely to get ya something that your likely not gonna be happy with" Phurs says trying to avoid everyone's eyes.
"Just saying I've seen the goods and the bad's of gods and their ilk" Phurs frowns and cuts himself short.
Just then as Ella's head flies bye he jumps and states "Oh my hello lady knight, that does look fun." and Phurs darts for a corner.....
Kejal now looks embarrassed by Eina's story, but smiles at the little weasel for trying to help. "I apologise for my... prejudice." She begins. "Truly, I'm pleased that a benevolent god helped you, and that you now help others. My experience with the gods has not been quite so... positive."
As Della's head soared by and the weasel took after it, Kejal couldn't help but smile, and turned back to Eina with a sigh. "It is a long story to get into now, and I don't wish to dampen the party... Let me only say that I've heard tales of 'faith being rewarded' that have left me feeling empty."
Gerhard laughs at the scene of the head flying though the air, and the weasel bounding after it. Turning to Kejal and Eina, he says
"We will have plenty of morose things to discuss tomorrow. For now, lets enjoy ourselves. No more talk of gods."