“襲擊者可能停止閱讀嗎？” she asks Kalimac.
** spoiler omitted **
Hrunndalf shudders at the sudden chill, even though he does not feel its sting. But hey, she seems nice. It's probably not her fault. he ventures.“我住在這裡,” she answers. “還是你的意思，為什麼我的方法嗎？我承認，這是因為我長期為公司，它不經常接待來訪者。”
She smiles shyly at Hrunndalf.
Lio tries to find a warmer spot, and decides to look for Shalelu. After all, although the woman was nice, Lio couldn't understand a word she was saying, and no one was translating. Also, it seemed rude to interrupt to ask what was being said, since the lady was so nice, and was having a good conversation with Hrunndalf.
** spoiler omitted **
The giant frog thing charges forward, too far away to do more than that yet. Arrows from Shalelu and Myriana and a bolt from Kalimac stick into it as it hops towards you. It ends up next to you, looking hungrily at ...
1d5 ... Myriana.
All of you take 1d6 damage from the cold that pours off of the strange creature in palpable waves.
Lio as wolf, attacks, hopefully moving into position to provide flanking.
“我住在這裡,” she answers. “還是你的意思，為什麼我的方法嗎？我承認，這是因為我長期為公司，它不經常接待來訪者。”
She smiles shyly at Hrunndalf.
Rhost nudges Hrunndalf. He has a cup of (rapidly-cooling) tea which he hands over to Hrunndalf with a slight nod toward The Lonely Maiden.
Rhost nudges Hrunndalf. He has a cup of (rapidly-cooling) tea which he hands over to Hrunndalf with a slight nod toward The Lonely Maiden.
Hrunndalf nods his thanks to Rhost, gingerly takes the cup, and passes it on to the Lonely Maiden.
he continues the conversation.
<Well, I know Shae has her heart set on wearing something made out of the white dragon skin we brought back. But... I'm not...sure. I thought... maybe, it would be interesting to somehow show... my tattoos. But... I can't imagine, how that would work, and still look nice. And... Shae said, she thought I would look cute in a tuxedo... but... I don't know if... I want to wear a suit. I don't really know what I want to wear... or what I should do... to look a certain way?> Her mind voice is quiet. She's not entirely sure if it's a good idea to show her tattoos to the world, but it was something that crossed her mind. Maybe she is coming to terms with whom she is.
Now she is definitely excited. <I think that's a wonderful idea. It would call for a dress rather than a tuxedo, I'm thinking perhaps open side with a ladder cut-out ... I think perhaps an asymmetrical ladder, using grommets and lacing ties instead of cloth strips ... perhaps other cut-outs as well, may I ask where all of your tattoos are located? If she's in white, we could put you in black, which will be lovely with your skin tone and hair. Material is a bit of a problem, it should be as dramatic as dragon scale ... Do you mind if I work with Buttersnips on this? She's very good ->
She cuts herself off and looks a little embarrassed. <I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rush ahead there. Um, so, what do you think of that idea? It's not the only possibility by any means if you don't like it.>
<I just... don't want to argue, with you defending him, when it is clearly an issue between him and I. I have already... gotten into a somewhat confusing argument with Melinda... sort of... well we weren't really arguing...> Lio recounts the conversation with Mel and Shae about the present gone wrong, where Mel hadn't been willing to explain what was wrong, and made Lio guess... and how was that supposed to help anything? She doesn't try to attack Alaric, or even say anything negative about Mel, in fact, it's pretty clear she cares about her great granddaughter and understands that Mel promised not to say anything... yet it's frustrating not to know what was wrong and to not be able to fix it, and is just confused and hurt by Alaric.
She listens sympathetically.
<How about I neither defend nor attack anyone, then, but simply ask if there's anything I can do to help make you feel better?>
Hrunndalf nods his thanks to Rhost, gingerly takes the cup, and passes it on to the Lonely Maiden.
She accepts the tea with a grateful duck of her head. “謝謝你。”
The tea freezes in the cup.
he continues the conversation.
“哦... ...好了，我不能真的離開,” she says, sounding a little embarrassed. “我死了。”
Kalimac nods. "For what it's worth, even now we're keeping things light and casual. Whatever happened so back in her adventuring days, she is still carrying the scars from it."
Hrunndalf nods grimly. "Not just scars. I believe that wound has scarcely done any healing. It's just been kept beneath a tight bandage all these years."
"She's not ready from anything super serious, and I'm not going to push her on that."
Hrunndalf nods. "Good. Tread lightly. Take her mind off these things." Short pause. "I hear they've got proper restaurants in Ul-Angorn." A tinge of sadness.
"Anyway," he says, changing the topic. "What do you think of Uksahkka?"
Lio pulls you, slowly, into her lap. Not wanting to be apart for you. Wanting to feel your presence, your skin, you lips. Her hands find their way under your shirt, running up your sides, over your back. Touching you. She is drunk and probably no longer thinking clearly. The only thing she can think of if you. Your lips upon hers. Your hands against her skin. As you touch her, she leans into your caress. Almost like a cat.
Her fingers are a bit clumsier than you are used to, but no less eager than they ever are as they begin to remove your clothes.
“哦... ...好了，我不能真的離開,” she says, sounding a little embarrassed. “我死了。”
"Oh," Hrunndalf says. He needs a moment to digest this information.
Only a short moment, though. She seems nice after all. ""
"Oh," Hrunndalf says. He needs a moment to digest this information. Only a short moment, though. She seems nice after all. ""
“你願意留在我這裡？” she asks, an expression of delight crossing her face. “這將是有史以來這麼好的！”
“你願意留在我這裡？” she asks, an expression of delight crossing her face. “這將是有史以來這麼好的！”
Rhost has no idea what might happen, but is keenly waiting for what Hrunndalf says (or does) next.
2ND Level:
Campfire Wall
Soften Earth and Stone
3RD Level:
Ash Storm
Sleet Storm
Special: Using up a premade Glyph of Warding
(You'd potentially have time to make a few more just prior to the combat if you wanted to use your third level spell slots on that rather than use Ash Storm or Sleet Storm, although obviously, that's a more costly investment than the other spells.)
4TH level:
Spike Stone
Volcanic Storm
Rhost has no idea what might happen, but is keenly waiting for what Hrunndalf says (or does) next.
"Hitchhiker," Alaric says, as though this confirms something.
"Oh," Hrunndalf says. He needs a moment to digest this information. Only a short moment, though. She seems nice after all. ""“你願意留在我這裡？” she asks, an expression of delight crossing her face. “這將是有史以來這麼好的！”
Lio still doesn't know what's being said, but she goes off in search for Shae, to tell her about the nice lady who is taking such interest in Hrunndalf. Also, to get a blanket or a jacket or something, because it's sure gotten cold. She heads to the women's wagon and goes inside.
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Her fingers are a bit clumsier than you are used to, but no less eager than they ever are as they begin to remove your clothes.
Lio isn't wearing much. Soft, worn hose, her cream colored shift which is a few shades darker than her pale skin. That's all. Nothing underneath.
In turn, Lio strips off what you're wearing. In her passion, in her need for you, she practically tears off your clothes, buttons and fasteners fall to the floor, then roll away in neat little spirally circles. Her hands roaming over your skin. Her mouth still upon yours, tongue darting inside.
Lio still doesn't know what's being said, but she goes off in search for Shae, to tell her about the nice lady who is taking such interest in Hrunndalf. Also, to get a blanket or a jacket or something, because it's sure gotten cold. She heads to the women's wagon and goes inside.
Shalelu is, in fact, shrugging on a cloak of her own in response to the sudden cold as Lio walks into the wagon.
In case it comes up, or there's a reroll at any point, vs really liking the nice lady... since Lio hates to be manipulated and used (even if she is a nice lady, still not cool):
Will save: if going against an Enchantment, Lio's will save is + 16
otherwise it is a 12. this includes the Bonus from Shae to all saves.
Lio isn't wearing much. Soft, worn hose, her cream colored shift which is a few shades darker than her pale skin. That's all. Nothing underneath. In turn, Lio strips off what you're wearing. In her passion, in her need for you, she practically tears off your clothes, buttons and fasteners fall to the floor, then roll away in neat little spirally circles. Her hands roaming over your skin. Her mouth still upon yours, tongue darting inside.
Both of you are naked with startling rapidity, your mouths plying each other with kisses, your tongues dancing with each other. One of her hands cups your breast, her thumb gently sliding across the nipple. Still in your lap, she wraps her legs around your waist, pressing herself against you.
Lio still doesn't know what's being said, but she goes off in search for Shae, to tell her about the nice lady who is taking such interest in Hrunndalf. Also, to get a blanket or a jacket or something, because it's sure gotten cold. She heads to the women's wagon and goes inside.Shalelu is, in fact, shrugging on a cloak of her own in response to the sudden cold as Lio walks into the wagon.
Lio closes the door to the wagon, hopefully preserving some of the warmth inside as she gets her coat.
"Anwyl, have you met the nice lady who seems to have a thing for Hrunndalf? Can't understand a word she's saying. But everyone else seems to." Lio shivering, wraps her arms around Shae, snuggling against her, before the tall elf has a chance to close up her jacket.
Both of you are naked with startling rapidity, your mouths plying each other with kisses, your tongues dancing with each other. One of her hands cups your breast, her thumb gently sliding across the nipple. Still in your lap, she wraps her legs around your waist, pressing herself against you.
Lio tries not to moan, but can't help herself as a very low, quiet sound escapes her when your thumb finds her nipple. Her hands move down your back to your behind, to your hips, to your legs wrapped around her. Back to your hips, and she uses all of her strength to get up, while holding you against her. She moves a few feet, to the bed you share with her. Both of you end up on the bed, you underneath her, your legs still around her waist. Her hands touching your skin, lips having broken away from your mouth to find your breasts. Hot tongue over your nipples.
<Do you have the ability to grant someone mind reading powers? Because that would surely make things a lot easier when it comes to dealing with Melinda and Alaric.> She's only half kidding. <I dont' know... I guess, it would just be nice to not be the one who makes every overture of friendship when it comes to the two of them. I know Mel has been trying, but, it just seems like she feels as if she has to, because we're related and she feels guilty about her ancestry, rather than because she wants to. Maybe it's a failure on my part. Maybe I'm the one imagining all this because I feel like I'm not good enough to be acknowledged as someone's great grandmother. But on the other hand... I thought, I was getting better at understanding how I feel. I don't really feel like I'm the one with the problem, and I don't really know what to do about it.> Apparently she wasn't quite done talking yet. But she still doesn't know what Zaiobe could do to make her feel better. Listening seems to be helping a little.
<I like Buttersnips, she's very talented. Maybe... you could sketch something out? So I could get an idea of what you mean?> She asks.
<It will take me a little while to make sketches, but certainly. But in the meantime, here's an older sketch which is similar to what I had in mind in some ways.> She takes a small, slim book out of her pack and flips through the pages until she finds the right one.
<What I had in mind for you was full length rather than a mini, and wider spacing between the lacings on the side to let the tattoos show - maybe even just ties, spaced around the tattoos. But this might give you the general idea of it.>
<Do you have the ability to grant someone mind reading powers? Because that would surely make things a lot easier when it comes to dealing with Melinda and Alaric.> She's only half kidding.
<My ability to let others read minds is ... limited, and probably not useful in this situation,> she says.
<I dont' know... I guess, it would just be nice to not be the one who makes every overture of friendship when it comes to the two of them. I know Mel has been trying, but, it just seems like she feels as if she has to, because we're related and she feels guilty about her ancestry, rather than because she wants to. Maybe it's a failure on my part. Maybe I'm the one imagining all this because I feel like I'm not good enough to be acknowledged as someone's great grandmother. But on the other hand... I thought, I was getting better at understanding how I feel. I don't really feel like I'm the one with the problem, and I don't really know what to do about it.> Apparently she wasn't quite done talking yet. But she still doesn't know what Zaiobe could do to make her feel better. Listening seems to be helping a little.
Zaiobe nods. <I don't know why some relationships are easy, and some are hard,> she says. <... and I'm a friggin' telepath.>
Lio tries not to moan, but can't help herself as a very low, quiet sound escapes her when your thumb finds her nipple. Her hands move down your back to your behind, to your hips, to your legs wrapped around her. Back to your hips, and she uses all of her strength to get up, while holding you against her. She moves a few feet, to the bed you share with her. Both of you end up on the bed, you underneath her, your legs still around her waist. Her hands touching your skin, lips having broken away from your mouth to find your breasts. Hot tongue over your nipples.
A soft ah as she finds you on top of her, her legs holding you close, her back arching up to help your mouth find her nipples. Her hand on the back of your head, pulling it closer. Her hips already spasming up towards you.
Shalelu is, in fact, shrugging on a cloak of her own in response to the sudden cold as Lio walks into the wagon.
"Anwyl, have you met the nice lady who seems to have a thing for Hrunndalf? Can't understand a word she's saying. But everyone else seems to." Lio shivering, wraps her arms around Shae, snuggling against her, before the tall elf has a chance to close up her jacket.
Shalelu pulls you in close and wraps the cloak around the both of you. "We have a ... visitor?" she asks, sounding a little puzzled.
"Oh," Hrunndalf says. He needs a moment to digest this information. Only a short moment, though. She seems nice after all. ""“你願意留在我這裡？” she asks, an expression of delight crossing her face. “這將是有史以來這麼好的！”
Mel considers Hrunndalf staying with the nice woman, it might work. She shrugs slightly, looks around for Alaric, shivers slightly when she realizes he is much to far away to curl against.
Melinda really doesn't seem sure if it will work, but she motions towards the cup the woman is holding, just a flicker of energy, to see if it will heat the now frozen tea.
Melinda really doesn't seem sure if it will work, but she motions towards the cup the woman is holding, just a flicker of energy, to see if it will heat the now frozen tea.
The tea remains a teacicle.
"Kreaturi delikat - se jidħlu pulzieri," Rhost says, and enters the wagon.
Mel considers Hrunndalf staying with the nice woman, it might work. She shrugs slightly, looks around for Alaric, shivers slightly when she realizes he is much to far away to curl against.
Melinda really doesn't seem sure if it will work, but she motions towards the cup the woman is holding, just a flicker of energy, to see if it will heat the now frozen tea.
Alaric takes the hint and returns to Mel for a little impromptu snuggling. "Remind me to tell you about the hitchhiker." Alaric shakes his head. "Never saw Marcellus so scared. Not even when his toe turned green."
Alaric will seek out Sandru at some point on the road. "Up for meeting a young lady?"
"Always," Sandru replies.
He heads inside. "Uksahkka? Hey, I realized you haven't been properly introduced to Sandru, the sort of caravan master. Thought I could remedy that. Anyway, Sandru, this is Uksahkka, one of the best roommates I've ever encountered. Uksahkka, this is Sandru, a good friend to have out here... or wherever, really."
Alaric escorts Sandru over to the Graff Family Wagon and pauses. "I realize I have no idea how to do this, so if I'm a total idiot, would you bail me out?" A pause. "Wait, why am I the one who's nervous?"
Sandru looks slightly amused. "Don't worry, Alaric," he says. "If she rejects me and you can't handle it, I'll take you out drinking to dull the pain."
He heads inside. "Uksahkka? Hey, I realized you haven't been properly introduced to Sandru, the sort of caravan master. Thought I could remedy that. Anyway, Sandru, this is Uksahkka, one of the best roommates I've ever encountered. Uksahkka, this is Sandru, a good friend to have out here... or wherever, really."
"Um ... hi," Uksahkka says.
"Hi," Sandru replies.
Alaric takes the hint and returns to Mel for a little impromptu snuggling. "Remind me to tell you about the hitchhiker." Alaric shakes his head. "Never saw Marcellus so scared. Not even when his toe turned green."
"Will. Promise." A pause as Melinda looks up at him, entirely meshed into his arms, "I fear asking where he is now, and so will not."
Turning back to face the stranger , "我的茶對不起。也許 胡人做飯能想到的東西，口感好冷凍？" Mel looks at Rhost to see what he says.
And then to the visitor, "我們通常在晚上的音樂，有沒有你想聽到的歌曲呢？"
We normally have music at night, is there any songs you would like to hear?
Turning back to face the stranger , "我的茶對不起。也許 胡人做飯能想到的東西，口感好冷凍？" Mel looks at Rhost to see what he says.
“有沒有必要理會自己。死了，我有沒有真正需要的寄託,” the Lonely Maiden says.
And then to the visitor, "我們通常在晚上的音樂，有沒有你想聽到的歌曲呢？"
“哦，什麼都將是可愛的，但我承認，它已被長久以來我聽到了我的祖國的音樂。” She looks a bit wistful.
Shalelu, with a single large cloak wrapped around both herself and Liothonae, pokes her head out of the wagon to see what is going on.
"بسيط مثل المواد الغذائية الأساسية جدا أن أي طفل يمكن أن تخلق." Rhost says, and starts going through ingredients.
Melinda smiles cheerfully and watches the ingredients. "شكرا لك. وأتطلع إلى رؤية ما نتخذها."
“哦，什麼都將是可愛的，但我承認，它已被長久以來我聽到了我的祖國的音樂。” She looks a bit wistful.
Melinda's eyes seek out Ameiko, "二重奏如何？" And then moves Alaric's arms down to her waist so that she can freely use the flute that she pulls out.
And if Ameiko says yes: Mel perform check
Melinda's eyes seek out Ameiko, "二重奏如何？" And then moves Alaric's arms down to her waist so that she can freely use the flute that she pulls out.
“當然,” Ameiko replies, smiling as she takes her shamisen out of its case.
Melinda and Ameiko begin a duet.
"Will. Promise." A pause as Melinda looks up at him, entirely meshed into his arms, "I fear asking where he is now, and so will not."
Alaric furrows his brow, then brightens a bit, and finally shrugs. "I know where that toe ended up."
He watches the revenant with clear interest. Finally: "小姐？我無禮，我非常抱歉。我的名字是阿拉里克格拉夫。這是我的妻子梅林達。我從來沒有見過一個死了的人，只要你友好，我不想錯過機會更了解你的病情。你會介 意可怕，如果我投上你幾個法術嗎？沒有什麼敵意。你有我對這個詞。"
She looks a little wary, but says, "嗯... ...如果它不傷害。"
Bluff:
"我向你保證，它不會。"
Alaric casts Detect Magic first, followed by Detect Thoughts when he has all the information the first gives. "不要以為大象," he says with a smile.
** spoiler omitted **
The giant frog thing charges forward, too far away to do more than that yet. Arrows from Shalelu and Myriana and a bolt from Kalimac stick into it as it hops towards you. It ends up next to you, looking hungrily at ...
1d5 ... Myriana.
All of you take 1d6 damage from the cold that pours off of the strange creature in palpable waves.
Myriana will step back 5' and test whether it has an increased threat range with it's tongue (or something else). Hmmm, she thinks in hindsight, probably coulda used those flame arrows again. sigh, I forget to use that wand way too often, don't I
initiative if needed: FT:Cold
AC: 17
Saves: Fort 6, Ref 11, Will 2
hp: 48
to hit1: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), pt blank(+1)
to hit2: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), pt blank(+1)
to hit3: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), pt blank(+1)
other factors: Precise Shot, Improved Precise shot, Seeking
Lio, speechless, blushing, busies herself doing some work near the animals ...the work which anyone who had been paying attention could swear has already been done.
Lio blushes at something Sandru says. In fact, she's rapidly approaching a newly invented shade of red.Sandru grins in response.
Myriana smiles. She's not entirely sure what she's smiling at. She's heard it's not usually a good thing to be happy at others discomfort, but she can't help it.