DM, if you could remove me as an active player from this campaign, I'd appreciate it. :)
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Hey everyone. Sorry I haven't posted for a while, but unfortunately I'm going to have to pull out of this. I've got a lot of stuff to take care of. Happy gaming to all.
Alara puts her shortbow away and brings her katana back out. "I could--though I'm not that skilled yet, I can certainly try."
Alara aims and fires!
Alara steps up and fires an arrow at Krystal's wounded target!
Mercifully, she somehow manages to not hit anyone in the fray.
Alara aims at a goblin and fires!
And misses.
Alara skids to a halt when she sees Ragnar and goblins down in the muck, and instead opts to hold back. She fumbles with bringing her shortbow to bear.
Alara winces and moves to engage the northernmost goblin!
Alara quietly follows along, grateful that no bloodshed was necessary.
Alara's hand slides over the hilt of her katana as she waits...
Alara swallows nervously. "M-maybe we should get moving..."
Alara shifts uneasily from foot to foot. Normally I'm much more on-the-ball than this--but so many new things to see and do...
My goodness, this game is moving fast...
A still-nonplussed Alara gets up to follow the others. "Right. Zograthy. No idea who that person is." She mumbles to herself.
Alara fidgets in her seat. "...so, how'd that go?"
Feeling more than a little bewildered, Alara sits quietly in the lobby and tries to hold still. It's more difficult than she realizes.
"My goodness!" Alara gasps in shock as she rises up from her seat and draws her katana. "Stop that right now!" She says as she steps up to one of the dog-creatures and swings!
"I did, in fact!" The elf dives into the satchel on her shoulder and rummages around inside it--eventually producing a blank journal with a green cover, an inkpen and a vial of black ink. "Don't think I'd be much of a Pathfinder without something to write with and something to write down on."
Alara nods in agreement. "I'm afraid I'm not as... comfortable... speaking Common as I am the tongues of my home. I'd probably just get in the way." "And Tien is a bit more complicated than just pictographs. I don't know if I could really do them justice by speaking of them--but when I've got my calligraphy brush, some paper and ink, they're as beautiful as you describe, and then some." The elf beams again.
Alara sits in her seat as the others fiddle with the box.
Alara's eyes light up. "You know Abyssal? So do I! We could practice together!" The elf beams. "...that is, if you're interested. We do have a job to do, after all and I wouldn't presume otherwise."
Alara looks down at her katana and nods. "I'm a graceful hand with a blade. I really wish I could've brought a proper Jininese mithral katana with me, though--I'm always worried that I'll somehow break this one. Steel just isn't as sturdy--or as lightweight--as mithral." "I'm good with people, too. And calligraphy, among other things."
Alara blinks and thinks for a moment. "Well, there's Ayajinbo. It's our capital city, but it's not nearly as big." "It's very shiny, though. All the big government buildings are made of immaculate, carved marble--and if you could see its sakura blossom gardens..." She sighs in wistful remembrance. "...does Magnimar have any gardens like that?"
"...If I wanted to spend time with those stuffs, I'd be in Kosovo by now." Autocorrect strikes again!
"Could you? That'd be wonderful. I've no real idea how to get around such a big city on my own--and to see it grown so sprawling after only, what, maybe a century at most? It's astounding!" Alara starts wildly gesticulating as her speech increases in speed. "Back home I'd never seen a place this big--it's probably got all manner of shops and theatres and little eateries you'd find on a street corner that sells little rice balls with prepared fish in them that are nice and chewy and flavourful--" She takes a deep breath. If someone wants to take command of the conversation, now would be a good time.
Alara decides to finish off her tea before joining the conversation.
If anyone is uncomfortable in her presence, she's unaware of it. "Oh, I just recently got here--took me several weeks by ship. I'm from Jinin, if we're doing introductions now."
Nova Scotian here, eh?
"Okay, found the address, didn't find any rope or torches, but maybe that won't be a problem. Might be able to get some before the assignment begins--" Another voice comes from outside the manor, this one soft and perhaps a bit unsure of itself. The door opens as a tall, tan-skinned elven girl dressed in silvery silken armour steps through, her attention squarely focused on the brown satchel hanging off of her shoulder. She rummages through it for several seconds before finally looking up. "Oh!" She starts before clearing her throat and smiling. "Are you all here for the meeting, too?" She asks the two other arrivals before wordlessly accepting a cup of tea.
Reporting in! Thanks for having me along!
I don't envy you with all the choices you have to pick from.
Looking forward to seeing the final selections!
Alrighty! Here's Alara's in-character post! The Voyage: Shuffle shuffle shuffle the cards. Five at a time, three times each. Keep going. Don't mind the sea spray in your face.
The tanned elf stared at the approaching city before her with wonder in her eyes. She had heard of the city of Magnimar: a stronghold of the Pathfinder Society, steeped in the history of the country known as 'Varisia'. It stretched before her in all directions, the urban sprawl seeming so much larger than anything she had seen back home. The anticipation of finally landing in port caused her to twitch and shuffle from foot to foot. Such impatience is unbecoming of a Jininese lady. She thought as she shuffled the deck of cards in her hands. The cards slid together with practiced, nigh-obsessive ease. One-two-three. One-two-three. One-two-three. Unbecoming indeed. Gotta be able to hold still for a bit longer! But I can't WAIT! Alara bit the inside of her cheek to keep her thoughts from spilling out of her mouth. The katana at her side tapped against her slender thigh with each swell of the ocean beneath her. ...did I forget anything? The thought shot coldly through the elf's mind and she stuffed her cards back into the satchel slung over her shoulder. She rooted through it again--grooming kit's there, equipment maintenance accounted for, journals, ink, inkpen, teddy bear (thank Desna, Hogo's still there), night tea, food-- The bubbling anxiety within her chest suddenly caught fire and spread to her limbs and brow. "Oh! Alara, you idiot--you forgot to bring rope! Or torches!" She snapped, her foot stomping against the deck in self-directed frustration. Her thoughts leapt from her lips in whispers once she realized how loud she was being. "Right. Need to buy rope and torches before the meeting. What self-respecting Pathfinder doesn't bring those necessities?" Still, her forgetfulness could be forgiven--and it was indeed when the ship finally docked. The City of Monuments loomed before her, at once inviting and demanding that she be on her best behaviour. Right! Now... let's find Heidmarch Manor. And a merchant. Gotta get my rope and torches first. Alara thought with a smile on her lips and heart. With a twirl of her silvery silken armour, she strode down the ship's gangplank...
Alrighty. Was just wondering if that's what the submission limit was for.
Are you going to be running multiple tables?
And what about an impulsive, sunny and over-eager poet with a katana?
Dragoncat here, with his submission: an impulsive elven warrior poet, hailing from the faraway land of Jinin!
Thanks for the memories, Spiderbeard.
"Y'know, we could've avoided all of this if you just let us pass!" Alara grumbles as she swings her nunchaku again.
Alara snaps her nunchaku out again!
Alara winces and starts to swing her nunchaku!
We rested before this, right?
Alara walks up with Malvo, quietly anticipating the worst to happen.
Alara swallows, her eyes still watering, and she tentatively nods. "I... I understand." I still don't feel dead... "I'll make you both proud of me, wherever you find yourselves."
What's Setesendu? I've never heard of it before.
Alara abruptly gasps as fresh tears sting the corners of her eyes, her throat seizing with sorrow as she goes to find her parents one last time.
"Well, at least we've got this bit over and done with. We're one step closer to getting home." Alara stretches her legs. "We've earned a bit of rest."
Becoming desperate to put an end to all this, Alara channels some of her ki and snaps her nunchaku out twice!
Alara winces and swings her nunchaku again!
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