The Valwick Chronicles (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

The tales of a town.


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Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

She snuggles up against him and sits there with him for a couple of minutes before pushing herself up off of the couch so she could check on the soup.

Cutting up the vegetables, she adds them to the soup before putting the pan of biscuits in the oven. Everything should be about ready in thirty minutes by her estimation.

Chicken Soup and homemade biscuits: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Arista tastes the soup before using a little extra magic to kick it up a notch.

Just a dash of love: 1d6 ⇒ 6


Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

As they eat their dinner, Rajni looks back over at their aunt. She hoped they hadn't embarrassed her or anything. She wouldn't really spank us would she? She was probably just joking around.


"I made a little dessert," Asha says. "Anyone feel like some?"


Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

She nods, "You know I'm always up for something sweet."


Priya shakes her head. "I'm stuffed."


"I don't want to push my luck."


"I'll take some," Juhi says.


"Me too."


Asha brings out bowls of rice pudding for everyone, except Priya and Elena.


Theon wanders into the kitchen, his hair still damp but his face clean shaven. He sniffs the air. "When did you get so good at cooking, Ari?"


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Turning her head to look at him as she gets the dishes down she says, "While we were out travelling. Drago's midwife started teaching me, and then I got some magical assistance to make my skill at it a little better. Feeling better?"


Theon nods. "As good as it gets, I think."


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

She nods and starts setting the dishes on the table as she walks around it. Theon notices that she puts down one extra place setting than they need.


"Expecting someone?"


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

She kinda smiles, "Not exactly, but she's usually getting up around this time anyways, and if something I'm making smells good to her....she usually shows up, so I just thought I'd set an extra place just in case. I always make more than enough."


"You do take in vagrants!" Theon jokes.


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

She laughs, "Okay funny guy, can you do me a favor and make sure Celine gets washed up for dinner since she's been playing with that puppy."


Theon puts his hand on his chest. "Me? I'm just an uncle. Isn't there a father available for the task?"


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Giving him a smirk she says, "Then would you mind being a dear and delivering that message to him please?"


Gerard of Greenwood wrote:
Gerard gives Amélie a tender peck on the cheek. "How are you doing today?"

Amélie leans her head against Gerard for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Je serais bien, except for the fact that the little one has decided not to like the smell of leather today." she says wrinkling her nose as her hand unconsciously passes over her belly. "At least neither of our armor is mostly that."


"This is deliciouss." Kama says happily as she has her first spoonful of the rice pudding.


♂ Human (Natural Werewolf) Ranger 6

"Leather...that's an odd smell to dislike," Gerard says.


Theon gives Arista a salute and heads to the living room to find Alethiro.


"Thank you," Asha says to Kama.


Female Fetchling Ranger 6 HP: 51/51; AC: 20, T: 16, FF: 15; Init: +7; Fort: +7, Ref: +10, Will: +1

Tasting it she nods, "Ooohhhhh yes, this is very very good."


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Arista just chuckles and goes back to preparing their dinner.


Alethiro walks into the kitchen with Celine. "She's all ready for dinner."


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Arista smiles as she starts filling bowls with delicious warm chicken soup, followed by a basket of still steaming buttery biscuits. Setting everything on the table she smiles, "Well, that's good because dinner is ready for Celine too. Go ahead and get up in your chair baby and put your napkin in your lap." After setting everything down on the table she goes back to the kitchen to get the honey and a couple of jams to put on the table for the biscuits. She then gets some milk for Celine, "So, what would everyone else like to drink?"

Chicken soup with homemade biscuits: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Never mind that dice roll I guess. I'm so tired and my head is just pounding so I forgot that I already rolled for it on the other page. Stupid tired hurting brain.


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

The funny thing is that it's the same roll regardless. LOL


"Water will be fine."


"I'll take some lemonade."


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Arista nods and gets the drinks. Bringing them to the table she sits down with a glass of water for herself as well.


F Elf Toddler

Looking up at her Mooney she says, "Not baby mommy, big girl. Baby not here yet."


Theon takes a spoonful of soup and tastes it. "Mmm, this is very good. So, who is this passerby that you try to lure into your home with your cooking?"


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

"Oh...just a friend.....well, she's a little more than a friend. She's like a big sister to me. Apparently it takes a lot of people to look after me." She kind of snickers a little before continuing, "I don't think Esme cooks very often, and she's usually up in the evening, so she sometimes pops by for dinner." She says with a smile between bites of her soup. After a couple of bites of soup she puts some honey on a biscuit before taking a bite.

After swallowing she looks over at Alethiro, "Is there anything I can get you love? Would you like some jam or honey for your biscuit?"


Alethiro shakes his head. "No, I'm fine. I prefer dipping my biscuits in the soup."


"You've always been a handful," Theon says with a smile. "I'm not surprised that you have people looking out for you."


Do I walk into the obvious trap?


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

She shrugs, a completely innocent look on her face. Giving her husband a smile she says, "As you wish my love."

Looking at her brother she sighs, "I wasn't really that bad was I?"


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

I have no idea what you're talking about.


Uh huh, like I don't know your master plan to make me your big sister legally.


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Hey...I didn't say anything about that. If that happens it'll be because it was something you wanted. :o)


I'm not gonna fall for your "innocenct" act.


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

It's not an act


"Depended on who you asked."


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

"Yet I somehow managed to turn out alright."


"Seems so."


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Guess I'll play along or this day will never end.

Lured by the smell of good food, Esme raps on Arista's backdoor.


Female Aasimar Warpriest 12; Mythic tier 3rd (Marshal); HP: 102/102; AC: 25(28), FF: 19, T: 14; Init: +5, Fort: +12, Ref: +7, Will: +15; Perception: +9

Smiling, Arista gets up from the table to answer the door.

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