I say.
The forums appear to be rather 'Picturesque'.
I wonder if the faint backdrop will cahnge over time?
Much cheers to all. (^_^)
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Yes? Oh.. Most of the native trees don't shed leaves here. Well... the gum-trees any way. Gum-trees just shed whole branches. Yes, even the trees can try to kill you in Australia. :P
? What ? That's just things warming up here. 30 to mid is 'Normal' for mid summer. Though this year I'm betting we'll be breaking 40' more than a few times. In winter if it gets into single digits people absolutely freeze. I mean.... There are stories of water actually stopping moving when the temperature gets low enough. Absolute weirdness, right? Physics doesn't work that way.
*Skips about as they enjoy the warming local weather* Yesterday reached 30' C. Summer is comming! (^_^)
*Group hugz* Well... PM's to the current DM.... Perhaps they are but sleeping? Indeed, though, a call should go out to see if some one might pick up our adventure. Much cheers to all.
Sadly things would seem to indicate tsuch is the case. :(
Arabeth grips her sword tigly and her wand tighter as the conflict ensues....
Arabeth extends a third 'Life Link' to Chuffy. Tightens her grip upon her sowrd and changes the item in her other hand for a healing wand.
Arabeth calls out, "Arctorus! Beware to your left!" Even as she moves to better help flank and cover her allies flank.
*hugz* All the very best to every one.
Arabeth extends second 'Life link' to Torod. Drawing her sword with one hand and a poiton with the other. She looks carefully around, seeking any more enemies.
Arabeth moves to give Torod, Chuffy and Arctorus more room while she extends her healing powers over Arctorus in preparations for the impending conflict.
Arabeth does her best to move quietly up to where Torod and Chuffy have moved to.
Arabeth bows her head in acknowledging Lady Asta's wisdom and continues to propare for the group's encounter.
Arabeth looks on at the imposing sight. She prepares to dismount. She absently touches the great clasp about her cape. "I could.... look over the area... Possibly..." She offers/suggests.
Best wishes to all. (^_^)
Arabeth sees to her horse, her gear and enjoying a good meal and the town's amenities. The last chance she may get to enjoy 'Civlization' for some time to come.
Arabeth finishes healing her ills... Then moves to aid those others who've been hurt. At Lady Arabeth's question she blinks. "I am a practitioner of some arcane arts... I'm... not sure about throwing fire around, though?" She replies.
Arabeth grimaces, though what causes her distress is not immedately obvious.
Her distres seeming to cause her to drop the potion in her grasp, even as she administers the healing wand to herslef.
Arabeth closes her eyes, seeks that place of inner peace, before reaching out nad casting her influence over Torod.
Busy with work. Will post soon as I can. Much cheers to every one. (^_^)
Arabeth takes note of the hulking creature. Her fears about its nature causing her to stand a little closer to Asta.
Or... we could talk to.. uhm... him? Them?
Arabeth happily shares around the wands. (^_^)
Actually... Is there a chance to chat with a 'Native' or two and get an idea as to how often the troup come past this way? Be handy both for future shopping plans as well as helping in warning locals about the event.
Hope everything is going well for people. (^_^)
Arabeth smiles. Happy that Lady Asta has found her skills of use. Taking up her black quill Arabeth scritches out three more notes. Three more missives:
basically the same form as previously. Just changing the names of the spells required/requested. When fininshed Arabeth sets her plumed stylus aside as she casts her glance about. Her eyes seeking for stalls and places trading in more fripperous goods.
Arabeth tries to indicate the place where some... one might be watching to Lady Asta. Taking a black feathered quill from her belt pouch Arabeth gently take some paper and deftly begins to craft a reply.
Reply note:
Desired Effects: Cure wounds Number of Uses: Standard 50 Number of Wands: As many as can be supplied within a limited, coming two week period. Payment: The standard, reciprocal, agreed amount of minted currency OR barter for services of agreed upon equal value. Setting the quill down with the other writing materials, Arabeth shows her note to Lady Asta. "I thought to keep the innitial request... limited?" She explains. Arabeth glances towards where their watchers may still be.
We could/might do a little 'OT' shopping here? Or made the DM would wish to start up a 'Side' thread for the game? Any way we go I'm happy with people's ideas/decisions. (^_^)
Arabeth nods in agreement/understanding of Lady Asta's words. Though she takes note of where the 'Potion' wagon is in the carnival, she indicates to Asta that perhaps they should seek a vendor of wands? So saying Arabeth begins to wander the festival again seeking out what wares are for sale and trade.
Her bare feet still being careful of where they might step.
While she awaits Torod's decision and Arctorus' gathering his composure and his new axe, Arabeth points out the potion wagon to Lady Asta. As Arabeth indicates across the way to where the wagon rests amongst the carnival bunting Arabeth leans closer to talk quietly. "The Lady of the wagon, a Miss Globorb, seems quite welcoming to the purchasing of potions and such." Arabeth smiles. "Just be aware of the Miss Merchant's rather... exotic... nature." Arabeth's great cloak rustles as she adjusts it setting upon her shoulders. "Be welcoming of the Lady's family which is ensconced with her as well." Arabeth adds pleasantly.
Arabeth frowns a little at the shop-keeps reply. Though, wether it's to hiswords to Arctorus, it's not easy to discern.
"Sadly, I left my sword with my other clothes." Arabeth explains to th ship-keep indicating the thin silk dress and cape she has on at the moment. She offers Arctorus another freindly pat on the shoulder before stepping (Carefully) outside to see what else the market has to offer as she waits for Asta and Torod to finish, having some information about the market to share with them.
Though she does enjoy the warmth of the day's sun upon herself as she waits. Shifting her cape open a tad more to bask quietly. Spoiler: Well, since the dice roller shows that Arabet didn't cover her dicomfort too well.
The issue is that, perhaps, the axe is haunted by the soul of some one and that the shop-keep wants to 'Wed' said haunted axe to Arctorus. A lot more going on with the fellow than meets the eye.
Arabeth reaches out and places a comforting hand upon Arctour's shoulder. She looks to the shop keep, even as she acknowledges Asta's and orod's arrival with a freindly nod. "You weapons are magic?" She asks the man.
Arabeth offers the shopkeep a polite curtsey and smile but shakes her head in the negative. She is far more interested in watching Arctorus' ritual with the axe. She doesn't want to disrupt anything so she remains quiet for now.
Arabeth wanders up to the 'Replaced Weapons' cart with a smile, being as freindly and efferential to all who cross her path. She offers a curtsey and greeting to the proprietor quietly as arctorus engages in his axe ritual.
The Witchmarket (Arabeth):
Arabeth smiles warmly at the Lady of the wagon and her charges.
"Well... The lands abounding us are soon to be strife filled with rather unsavoury seeming Trolls." Arabeth begins, "And I would be seeking things that can aid the people against such a plight." She responds directly to Miss Globorb before turning her smile to the myriad youngsters scuttling about. "As for all your questions? I would love to settle and chat but I have a freind whom I'm wandering the markets with and.. I don't wish to lose track of them." She offers a polite curtsy towards Miss Globorb. "I do so look forwards to spending more time with you and yours Ma'am. However I think I must be off. Later we should definately chat about possible wares, yes?" Arabeth is polite as she can be while glancing about the wagon's interior but her concern for her freind weighs more upon her mind than the current polite company.
So saying, she takes her leave
Stepping back outside the wagon, again with a freindly and polite wave gooodbye to the seller inside, Arabeth looks about both for arctorus as well as for where she shold place her bare feet as she resumes wandering the market place.
Making note of Arctorus' direction of travel, Arabeth does pause to peek into the beckoning wagon labeled "Globorb's".
Still being careful about whre she's placing her bare feet as she walks closer.
Arabeth blinks as Arctorus shifts. As the large fellow setps out of the wagon Arabeth first looks to Asta for a moment, a breif seeking of indication form the othe woman (Assuming Asta gives a nod) before she too steps out of the wagon to follow as Arctorus begins to explore the caravanesse again. She does keep one eye upon where her bare feet tread as the pair wander, the rest of her attenions split between Arctorus and the wares and displays around them. .
Arabeth reaches out and genlty puts a steadying hand on Arctoru's arm. "I think at this juncture Lady Atsa is the strongest speaker." She tries to calm the large fellow's pique, though her tone and gaze are squarely focussed towards Lady Aggy.
Arabeth then glances around for some where to settle and get comfortable.
Arabeth steps into the wagon space making room for others. She is careful not to jostle anything as she does so. Nor does she relax in 'Aggys' presence. Arabeth waits untill the 'Formal pleasantries' have been exchanged between Asta and Aggy.
As Arabeth wanders the fair her eyes drink in the multicultural wonders.
If her own prescence is noted upon she replies politely with a bright and cheerful smile.
Upon arriving at the 'Great wagon' she takes a moment to adjust her cloak and such before following people inside.
Arabeth offers Vitalion a polite curtsey.
Before gracously accepting the quill and signing the fellow's book. For those who bother to peruse said scribble:
'Lady Black feather' She then follows every one into the market proper. She did not bring her only sword... This being a social gathering after all.
Just a quetion to our illustrious GM? Arabeth has the abiltiy to creeate 'Gaseous' potions. The intent (Sprung upon our previous Master) was to ready two potions. Drop one as a free action while drinking the other. Thence inhaling the healing vapours of the swirling gasses. Thereby resceiving the benefits of both potions over time. There is also the benefit of, sort of, 'Healing at a thrown distance' on top of Arabeth's healing auras. The GM's thoughts?
Arabeth is wearing her best clothes to the fair, even going so far as to plait ribbons and a few black, lustrous feathers into her hair. At Lady Asta's words she nods her agreement and understanding of the fair Lady's words. As the party draws closer Arabeth takes greater careas to where she's placing her bare feet when the party dismounts.
Arabeth gathers her things. First the things she thinks will be invaluable to their endeavours agaihnst the trolls. Secondly things she thinks she can trade and barter at the coming market for more healing herbs, wands, etc. (^_^)
SOrry! WIll try and catch up/participate!
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