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Kittenmancer, thank you for this game, it was WONDERFUL!!! And I will miss it, but I understand completely. Life unfortunately take precedence, and oh my goodness I am very sorry about your cat. Very Very Very sorry. You will get through this. A strange person from the southern US believes in you!
Bea slips on her pack, adjusting the straps and her clothes, then smiles around at her friends and new companion "Ready?"
Bards can be healers as well, and almost boringly simple. My bard in an outlaw game almost always inspired and casts soothe. You can pepper in creativity in how they perform their inspiration. I am 100% behind play want you want though. Whatever it is the point is to have fun
Present and accounted for! Wife and two kids just got covid, hoping me and the remaining well child manage to not get it this time.
Beatrix is deeply moved at the gift. "I..." like for Beau, the words she was going to say doesn't seem sufficient. So she touches Nketiah's hand and smiles her thanks "Someday, I will repay this kindness, I promise." to Nketiah, to her people, to the land in general. Somehow and someday.
Bea opens her mouth to agree wholeheartedly, but sees the logic her friend is asking for. She adds "if nothing else as a trail, experimenting how well we can benefit each other."
The gnomish woman looks at her companions to see if any of them wish to tell their story, then stands. She steadies herself by brushing off her skirts. Thinking quickly she casts a light spell on a piece of fruit, then divides it up into six parts, each still glowing. "One day in a far away place, there was a cry for help. Six normal souls answered, each for their own reason, but still answering." she cast another spell, making the six pieces to float in the air. She searched a pocket for a handkerchief, then cast it to the color black letting it rise in the air too "A darkness had taken over a home, and started creeping out, Reaching, wanting, hurting." the fabric jerked menacing "The six souls had to do something." the glowing fruit surrounded the black fabric, darting and dancing around it. "They were new to this sort of thing though." each get swallowed, one by one, little sound effects like swords and cries, and one burp for some reason (an accident by the looks of her cheeks afterward), "Then through trust, faith, and pure desire to Help..." the six pieces could be seen moving together under the fabirc to reform into a single ball. "They banished the darkness!" the fabric slid off them, rolled into a tight wad and came to her hand so she could put it away, leaving just a glowing ball of fruit. "And then some of them came here."
Bea watches intently, listens even harder, "I think, I can..." she says softly to herself. Her brow furrows, her ears perk up, and she gets to it.
After savoring the luscious new flavors, Bea immediately asks "How can I help?" idleness does not become her.
Bea agrees "Everything I have read coroporates that. Hellnights never give up. No matter the good or bad of it. Once they believe they would rather die." she rolls out her bed roll, brushing off leaves and bits of twig to get comfortable. "Most logical conclusion is that they didn't know how to open the portal. Decided it was 'dead'"
Bea still feels more than a little foolish at her attempts at hunting so she keeps her conversation light, but her violet eyes take in all she can, enamored by the newness of it all.
I think you should stay if you wish to. I like the character and love the additions you have included. Honestly, at first, I thought it was kittenmancer including another profile as an NCP for a moment on the first couple of reads, it was so good. SO if you want, Bea FULLY supports you staying. Knowing the rules is FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR less important as playing the character, which you are already doing wonderfully. :)
Bea;s eyes widen at Gofran's last statement, a slow but bright smile spreads across her face, nodding in agreement.
Bea settles on a cushion, smoothing out her skirts as she did so. "I have sisters, many in truth, though only two live with me anymore. They both work at the Pickled Ear, a local tavern, where I worked as well, before I started helping out with our side of the Huntergate. Family and friends..." her violet eyes look over her companions "... are both what is important to me and what I am most proud of." the gnome smiles, her cheeks flushing a little at the embarrassing sappiness of her statement.
Bea feels rather shamed about her mistake, but manages a thankful smile at Gofran's attempt to make her feel better. On the platform Bea curtsey's low, "It is a pleasure to meet you both." she says, introducing her companions.
Gofran leads the group in a stealthy approach but Beatrix is too focused on following directions and NOT to what is underfoot. A root practically jumps out at her, hooking her poor foot and causing her to fall, tumble, and roll into a noisy heap.
Bea is looking around, looking for things that are interesting, so MIGHT see something but is more likely just going to point out something smell that might help someone else paying more attention.
Beatrix's face lights up in surprise, before she laughs, a bright and delighted one. "Yes..." she beams at her friend "... yes you are, both very charismatic and and good at making friends."
Beatrix is heading to wash up when she sees the large and pretty cat rubbing against Gofran. That makes her rather happy, so she stops behind him and asks "You made a friend, I see," the delight in her voice evident.
Bea is not much of a hunter (surprise there right), but she'll post to give Gofran an chance to wave her to come with if he wants her socialness to help. Though it looks like he is doing awesome so far on his own.
I thought the hunt was going on the same time as the dance?
Tired, but in a good way. Breathing at a heavy pant but through a beaming smile. Sweaty... well, nothing good about that, her clothes are clinging, her hair plastered around her face, ick. "Thank... you." she manages "For the music, the game, and the company. But..." pinching her robe to pull it away from her skin "Is there a place I could, freshen up?"
Bea scrunches her nose at Mauuko's comment about having to play for real against Beau, but she understands. The gnome is both small in statue, with shorter legs, and she also would much rather speed nights reading than dancing.
"Oh, um... I can try." Bea says. She does not usually do things like dancing in front of others, typically just on her bed when a persistently pleasant tune gets stuck in her head. But she understood being an outsider in nearly every community she has been part of, and knew taking part in customs offered helped, even if it ended up with you looking like a fool. Ankles had to be beared, which are usually covered in her skirts, Rolling up the waist line to her knees, helped with that. The sighing she Tried.
Surprisingly, and maybe to the unusual height, she manages to do okay.
Bea blushes a bit in startled embarrassment about her arm. Embarrassment because of what it is, and represents, and startled because no one, EVER, has praised it before. The collective wonder at that dissipates her foul mood more than a little. "Thank you, I'd like that." the gnome says softly back.
"Evil corrupted trees?" Bea imagines them with large toothy but oddly goofy grins. Probably they would provide stairs, if nothing other than to eat one easier.
"Oh..." Bea exclaims in keen interest at Nketiah's extending arm. Unfortunately that delight and in truth the entire delight in the city disappears completely when Bea realizes "There are no stairs. Not even ones made for bigger legs???" the small bookish young gnome looks distraught. Her violet eyes look around for the easiest path, mumbling something about being guests. Branches like stairs are rarely made to be at the proper height so she is forced to let her strange magic out. Magic that most people find disgusting. So it puts her into an even worse mood having to use it with new people around. Her right arm morphs into a grayish slug like slimy tentacle, shooting out and latching on to a limb so she can climb up, then again and again, until she reaches top, where her hand becomes normal again. Irritated thunder clouds can be seen in her eyes. She does her best to stiffle them, knowing the elves meant nothing by this act, just... still. She busied herself brushing off leaves,bits of bark, and slime trails while the others work out how to get up.
"It is a pleasure to meet you , Nketiah"" Beatrix gives a bow. "We will endeavor to be worth of the kindnesses you have bestowed on us." she greeting is formal, but her smile is bright and open.
"This is beautiful" Beatrix breathes in awe. Though the prospect of climbing the stairs required to get up there, stairs probably made for taller people, does spoil some of the magnificence for her.
Bea perks up "I would be Very interested to see the rite of cleansing." she says quickly, before her cheeks redden a bit " Knowledge is I guess... my gold? Something to covet, probably too much.
Given Jahsi knowledge of the gold, she asks "There was a chemical substance on the gold, do you know what it is?"
"We are sorry for the delay, it is the little things that might explain or aid, don't you think?" she apologies to Jeryn. "How long have your people resided here?"
Bea moves next to the dwarf, looking with much interest "I... let me see" her eyes shift into the magical realm, and she considers.
"Thank you, Jeryn, I grew up in a household that required it. Have the cinderclaws been a problem for a long time?" Bea asked, as well as sending a smile to Gofran for his comment.
Bea preens a little, with a bright smile at the compliment, then answers "We will, sir. Please though, accept that our cultures might be different enough that we might need to be instructed when our actions fall outside your traditions." she has no idea what those might be, but at times they all could be a little contrary, so it seems best to hedge their bets on the subject.
"Help? We can try. Good relations between our people might allow us to open trade between us and Yes, rebuilding help would be very beneficial. Maybe once we are done with your problem, a representative from your tribe could come back with us to meet the town council?" Bea offers, looking around at her companions to see if they agree, at least so far. Once they hear what the local problem is, she understands there might be more discussion.
"It is a pleasure to meet to Jeryn, daughter of Jahsi, student of the Magaamyba." Beatrix curtseys respectfully. "Proof? What would... hmmm, we did take prisoners from the cultists attack. We could use the portal again to go back home and retrieve one of them. Would that suffice?"
Bea introduces herself and greets the elf in their language as well "His followers came through to our village, threatening innocents and causing mayhem. We stopped them but was worried that there may be more on this side that would attempt to come through."
No worries at all sir, playing what you want is most important.
Skill feats are the ones that always get me.
I never played that one, but it took over my daughter's life for an entire summer. Bea has no problem sharing the Occult spellcasting lifestyle. We can work together to choose different spells (or not in some cases when the spell is just amazing)
The gnomish sorceress lets out a relieved breath, relaxing noticeably. "I think the magic has been evicted... let me..." she quickly casts her magical senses out to blanket the area and see if she is correct (and if there are any others in the path). "Yes, all gone."
Bea winces but keeps from whimpering at the pain. Her violet eyes turn to the cleric's as he admonishes them, but his healing, a general feeling of how she would react if one forgot to invite her to a party like this, and the warm feeling at Gofran defending her and Beau make the irritation that might have bloomed drift away. "It is nice that you could join us Moonlight, I apologize for our unthoughtful eagerness." she smiles, at him and the dwarf, then nods. "Let me try a dispel then..." pressing her small hands together, she presses her will against the magic, concentrating so hard it looks like her cheeks might Pop.
Hello Trevor! At the moment I don't know of any holes we have at the moment. Except maybe ranged? No archers. Though I don't think it has hampered us yet. We've talked our way out of more battles than the norm, which might explain it. Karana, our player that is leaving, was an elven druid, and we've had a champion at one point as well... OH an oracle really early. I am still lost on how oracles work. All that is not helpful, sorry.
Thank you for the suggestion box sir!
I updated the Stats sheet. Bea has a monster lore skill that wasn't listed and it looks like hero lab is saying it is too broad for player use. Which makes sense. Any suggestion to change it to?
We do have the standard Four normally thought of for a party. Cleric, Wizard, Thief, and Warrior. So I'm good with keeping that, but it is always nice to have someone to banter with.
All ready to go!
Portal fixed, adorable graveshield taken care of (NOT killed), and now... "I'm going through the portal with the others." Beatrix said quickly. It was dinner time, eating alone in their room (with if she wants Karana since she is a cherished roommate). After a shared sisterly look, "We know." says Whim. Peppercorn smiles "Even a new home and a new pet isn't enough weight to hold down our little sis." "Is is okay?" Bea asked worried, as she does sometimes. Worried about why things that are enough for them, are not enough for her. But both of them beamed at her, then abandoned their bowls of stew to have lots of hugs.
By the time the hugs and banter and a few tears are over
Bea steps back with him, studying the portal with her senses. After a few moments, she looks up to Beau, with a wide but tired smile "I think so too."
Bea is positively beaming when the plan for the graveshell is accepted. Now her brain can concentrate on the portal. Aided Beau's skill with traps and dexterous hands, the pair tinkers carefully until they know it is nearly all ready to open, [occ]she can add in Beau's aid[/ooc]
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