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Hey all. Life has been life. There was surgery for breast cancer in my family, followed by many medical appointments and radiation which is still ongoing. The company I found a job with went out of business just a few months after hiring me. So... yeah. I'm sorry for my absence.
Surgery. Not me but someone close. Pretty much eating up everything. Will be back later this week. Thanks.
Water logged undead.
Doreen stays back, focusing her attention on the nasties. What are they? Why are they here? How do we kill them? Again?
My thoughts: 1. Masterwork short sword: Sell this. 2. Masterwork crossbow: Return this to poor Roldare. 3. +1 dagger: Does anyone NOT have a +1 weapon at this point? This is a good backup just in case. 4. Ring of swimming: Group property, to be given to the person who has to make a swim check at the time. 5. Bag of holding: Given to whomever we designate as our quartermaster. 6. Elemental Gem: Give it to Laird. He's a summoner. It makes sense. 7. Wand of Magic Missile: This will come down to a UMD roll. So either myself or Laird would be best if we aren't going to sell it. 8. Horn of Fog: Group property, to be used by whomever it makes sense to use it at the time. As for the money, I'd honestly prefer a group fund rather than individual coin. For the time being, at least, chances are our expenses will be as a whole instead of as individuals.
Idiot senses tingling. "Don't be an idiot, Forest! You don't hunt without knowing something about what you're hunting and you don't hunt it in its lair! You wait for it to go past your blind! We're freaking intelligence gathering!" Doreen calls out from the boat.
A different city.
Doreen listened to them talk. The mayor. The old man. She listened to them babble on about gods and clerics and undead. Bad things, but she already knew that. The halfling. Now, he was interesting. He smelled like a harrow deck smelled. She drew a card and examined it, then smiled grimly. "The little man's the b+~@~ of destiny." Doreen says to the others. "Swept along by the tide of fate, hoping he won't drown in the ocean of possibility." With that, Doreen hefts up her bag and walks onto the ship.
Looking the list: Magic missile isn't on my spell list and my Use Magic Device is middling at best. It might be better to sell it unless a new character can use it. I wouldn't mind those bracers of armor. I have to remember how learning wizard spells work for cartomancer witches.
Imagine my surprise,
Doreen packs up her gear. She's already said her goodbyes to her aunt. Whatever this summons means, she knows she isn't coming back. Not to stay. She walks to the docks, humming a dark tune of discordant notes.
Strange old man.
"Sure." Doreen shrugged and traveled on. It wasn't the first time a man had made vague promises to her. If and when it happened, she'd evaluate what to do then.
What Artemis said. You decide if you're capable. We won't think less of you if you don't. You completed an adventure which is more than a lot of GMs can do.
I've left
The sudden outpouring of welcome and joy turns Doreen's stomach. People who called her names are suddenly her friends? She doesn't think so. At least the people who went into the Crypt with her actually knew her. She slipped away from the party, heading back to her Great Aunt's cabin to pack. "Time for me to go," She told the old witch. "I don't belong here."
I hate to say, but should we recruit for a replacement BEFORE we leave the town and go to the city?
Head home?
"We need to escort the nutter and the damsel back anyway." Doreen points out. "And the mayor should probably know what happened here."
Is he cuter.
Doreen steps forward. "Out of the way. Please." The last word is added grudgingly. She draws the cards and lays them out, inspecting them to see what magic rests within the dead man and the leaking mist.
The beauty queen needs to be healed.
Doreen moves over to the Dimira and touches her forehead. She draws a card and channels the energy.
To save his life,
"Grab the idiot. Toss him into the fountain we saw earlier. That should break any lingering enchantment. Maybe tie him up first. That should make him prettier."
Allies turned enemies.
Everyone else gets to have fun.
Doreen draws and throws, using her weapon Harrow deck.
Can the Undead feel
Doreen silently moves to the side, allowing Forest his day in the light. She, meanwhile, turns her attention to the undead in charge. Her eyes narrow and she draws a card, attempting to hex the bastard.
Doreen will make out with the girl. Please. She's the only one present who hasn't annoyed her yet. :)
Oh, look.
Doreen rolls her eyes as the bad guy babbles on with his monologue. She draws a card and touches it to Sariel's shoulder.
Move without being noticed?
Doreen moves along, trying to keep quiet as she treads.
Card are for more than telling time.
Doreen draws a harrow deck, a second one and not the one she uses for telling fortunes, and selects a card. Her wrist flicks and her fingers move and the card is suddenly embedded in the wall across the room. "I'm good."
Forget it.
Doreen shrugs off the helpful hand and forces herself to her feet. "Whatever." the witch mumbles, her voice even more monotone than usual. "Let's go find the missing girl or something."
I.
Doreen snaps out of the nightmare, her eyes readjusting to the horrible light of this cave. She struggles free from Artemis's grasp. "Let me go LET ME GO!" She screams before running up to the edge of the pool. The witch drops to her knees and begins punching and slapping the water, splashing it everywhere. "HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU!!!"
I have no words.
Doreen shrieks, her voice rising to an earsplitting pitch, as she experiences the moment in all its bloody glory.
What works works.
Having successfully hexed one zombie, Doreen turns her attention to the other.
Death crawls.
Even Doreen, queen of the creepy, finds herself stepping back at the sight of these things. Well, honestly, the smell. The sight isn't so bad. Combine it with the smell and even witches feel their stomach roll. Doreen draws a card, blowing across it to transfer a curse to one of the nasties.
Gifts are rarely given,
Doreen examines the water curiously, though she neither touches it nor tries to take any. "Divine gifts are fickle. It never pays to be greedy. That's a good way to get turned into a frog by the gods."
Dried meat.
Doreen borrows meat from Artemis and bread and vegetables from Calia. She swallows that wonderful meal down with some water, then curls up in her own bedroll. "Wake me whenever."
My stomach rumbles.
"Food would be good. Unless we want to suck the marrow out of the undead, its rations. Unless someone has an alternative. We could have eaten frog, I guess..."
Healing isn't easy.
Doreen says nothing. She just walks over to Woodruff and reaches out, placing one hand upon him. "Azarath. Metreon. ZYNTHOS!"
Always a bridesmaid.
Doreen wanders down the hall, stopping just behind her fellow non-front line combatant. "So, if anyone's seriously hurt they should come over here and see me for healing." the witch calls out.
Shining ring taken from a bone.
Doreen mutters to the ring she's still holding in one hand. "So that's what you're for. Huh."
Water water everywhere.
"... are we under a lake or something?"
Gleaming gold,
Doreen snatches the ring, muttering. "Why is it the adjectives used for women are always based on their appearance while the adjectives used for men are based on their prowess?"
Frogs eating our kill.
"She might be right. We shouldn't take chances." Doreen picks up some of the bones and tosses them towards where the frogs feast. "Scatter them."
Playing keep away with frogs.
"Yeah, let's get the big, ugly fly eaters to food that isn't us." Doreen's already moving. She does not want to be frog chow.
Giant frogs.
"TELL THEM WE CAN SHOW THEM THE WAY OUT SO THEY CAN HUNT!" Doreen screams, stepping back.
Two roads diverged in a stupid dungeon.
"YES." Doreen says. "Let's go the OTHER way."
Glowing fungus.
Doreen peers up at the strange fungus. "Back home, when people found out I was being sent here, everyone kept talking about how great nature is. This stuff is part of nature and I'm pretty sure its here to kill us."
I'm sorry everyone. My family got some news this week that's outright world shattering. Its stage 2 and there's going to be a long road to recovery. I need a few days. I'll be back by the end of the week, I promise, but I just need a bit of time to acclimate to the new reality of it. Calia has permission to run Doreen in the meanwhile. I hope you understand. Thank you.
Update done. Highlights: I can now cast Cure Light Wounds up to x4 a day. I can now throw cards like darts (and luckily I bought an extra deck) and they count as magical weapons for damage purposes. I might be able to take more than one hit. Maybe.
Arrows forever.
Doreen peeks into the room, then steps inside. She narrows her eyes, fingers shuffling her deck with the dexterity of a professional gambler.
Sorry all. Had a family emergency come up. Still working on what it means. Will try to catch up tomorrow.
The air filled with arrows.
From the other room, where Doreen has less risk of being turned into a pincushion, she shouts. "Unless those traps are magically creating arrows, they have to stop eventually right?!"
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