I may not be available to post at all tomorrow.
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A merry Christmas to all!
Ouch! I wish you a swift recovery.
All the best, Adair.
Diplomacy? Fine by me! "It is as my elven friend here says! We are on a mission of mercy, to save a man struck down by cowardly poison! Let us pass so we may help him!"
Blake quietly says: "There are eyes upon us. Can anyone make out their position?" The noble tries to do just that.
"It is better to first take care of the living! Perhaps these Black Hearts took the herbs?"
Blake pockets the pouch with a smooth motion. It's not like the man needs them now and I see no evidence of kin.
Blake has a rummage around the man's possessions and clothes, to see if anything catches his eye.
I'm getting the hang of it a bit. I think. ;)
Blake looks at the corpse with distaste. "Damanable spiders. I am not surprised that they got him. They had a good go at us! Perhaps there is a lair to purge nearby?"
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Blake begins to come around, sit ups, looks about him, then clutches at the bite on his neck. "By Cleos, my neck feels as if a wench tried to eat through it! My thanks, Adair. We are victorious, I take it?"
Despite the attentions of his new-found companions, Blake has to struggle for a little longer. But then his breathing eases into a healthier pattern.
Blake shudders slightly, still holding to life.
I may not get to post again before Friday evening.
On the ground, Blake twitches.
The venom strikes Blake down shockingly swiftly and the noble slumps like a fallen sack of potatoes.
Seeing the danger to his companions from these vermin, Blake jogs past the spider - then circles around and strikes!
As he drives the point of his rapier towards the spider, Blake quips: "We shall soon be done with these verminous pests!"
The clarity is appreciated. Fine by me.
Seeing the turmoil, Blake whips out a torch, lights it with flint and steel, then advances towards the front door, torch and rapier in hand.
@Adair: I hope your recovery is swift.
"What did you see?"
Blake waits, watchful, ready, and keeping his impulses in check.
Blake keeps watching, even as the Novan nears him.
Blake will give Sakima a little more time before acting. He will take the time to keep aware of his surroundings. What other wonders has Cleos set me up to see in these strange lands?
This land is filled with the bizarre!, thinks Blake as he seeks concealment behind a stout tree, rapier in hand.
Blake suddenly sees Sakima's face illuminated when the light appears on the Novan's spear, surprising him. My word! Blake does however continue with the others, driven to see this through.
"He may well need spiritual aid. But I would see what the medicines of Terra Nova can do for him. Let us be off!"
"Tatanka, I would see more of this land and aid this man. I will accompany you!"
Life happens. Gaming can wait as necessary.
"Blake Fleming. This man was brought in after the Black Hearts struck him down. Can you aid him?"
Earlier, Blake swiftly retrieved his pack and made sure to keep up with the Novans. Too interestimg to miss! And that man does need aid. He knocks on the door, unless soneone beats him to it.
Once we're in a sub-thread, can we still keep an eye on the hub? Or do we stay off the thread until we return to the White Wolf IC?
"And I am willing to accompany ye to this Lilith."
I may not get to post again before tomorrow evening.
"This is most concerning! I will lend my expertise to an investigation into the matter of these Black Hearts!"
It's an interesting premise and the players are keen.
Blake addresses Adair and the other Novans. "These Black Hearts, these Ra-Kep-Noth, why would they take halflings?"
Selina seems quite afraid of the pair of Novans. She points at them with a trembling finger. "It was those strange Novans. They took Melvern and I and held us against our will. That man," she indicates the wounded, poisoned fellow lying prone on the ground still. "He rescued us from their clutches and took that serious wound in the process." She stands on tiptoe and whispers something in Blake's ear.
Blake chimes in. "Blake Fleming.", he says, mostly looking at the wounded man and the second Novan. "The halflings are quite safe here. I would have your names, and knowledge of what happened out there. From what I understand, it was Novans who struck you as you rescued the halflings.", he continues, glancing at Adair and the second Novan with curiosity. "I would have the truth, and know whom can be trusted in these parts."
It's quite the sign when there a dozen posts in a gameplay thread overnight!
Events move quickly, and Blake finds himself with a frightened halfling woman behind his legs and strangely-dressed Novans chanting over the wounded man. A peculiar place. But an exciting one! He turns his head towards the halfling lady behind him and says: "Hello there! I am Blake Fleming. I would have your name and knowledge of what befell you and the other two there."
Blake stands and claps at the bard's performance! "Bravo! Bravo!" And then the halflings enter. Bringing trouble no doubt! The elf responds more swiftly. Blake saunters over. "Whatever is the commotion here? What happened?" he asks, curious.
Where is the bridge being worked on, on the map?
"We certainly are a great deal more than mere vandals!", replies Blake, chuckling and glad that this foreign elf can see as such. "While things are chaotic right now, New Valeria is set for greatness. Even with the Morgath fanatics somewhere down south! Tell me, have they wreaked much havoc around here?"
Blake nods, then speaks with a smile, the smile of a man enjoying himself: "I see! I take it that you are something of a regular yourself? And one of the Terra Novan 'elves' at that! I would have your name, and what you make of all of the humans showing up." |