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Hey folks, finally checking in. First off, I want to apologize for dropping off the face of the Earth for the last several weeks. Everything basically snowballed - work/life busyness cut into the free time more than usual, then when I *had* the free time I'd either be tired/unable to focus on writing or had other things seeking my time, and so the longer I went without posting the harder it got to want to sit down and post even though I knew I needed to at least check in with folks if nothing else. I definitely have a better understanding of and sympathy for others who've ghosted games and then later returned to explain how things happened and they fell into a shame/embarrassment cycle mental block about the lack of posting.

It also doesn't help that there was and still is an undercurrent of me just not really feeling Pathfinder in general as of late. Even with 2e simplifying the game in a lot of ways that I actually appreciate and enjoy, it's felt like there's just so much to keep track of and every time I turn around there's another 3 or 4 classes coming out or another big setting book or it's already time for another brand new year of PFS and the usual metaplot to go with it. So I've been in a weird place where I've missed the *people* but not...really missing playing all that much. Which also made me feel guilty, even though I logically know it shouldn't.

All that said, my interest level in hobbies tends to wax and wane over time so my Pathfinder lull isn't likely to be permanent. It's taken me longer than I expected just to try and figure out what I wanted to say in this post but I know you guys have probably been botting/delaying Greenbrier in my absence. I'll try and get to get caught up myself tomorrow/later today (since it's 3am local time as I type this). After that, I'll try and figure out what I want to do when it comes to playing and our campaign together, if that's okay. Thanks again and I'm sorry for worrying everyone.

"Easy Rumble," Greenbrier remarks, giving her friend a pat. "Sometimes you have to take what help you can get, right?"

"But that doesn't mean you lower your guard. We learned that the hard way already, didn't we?"

"Um! A-anyway, that vision about the orbs. If the things they said were true, then these orbs...used to belong to the xulgath? Really? If that's true, then I wonder who stole them in the first place?"

"Well, I'm Greenbrier and this is Rumbleweed," she gestures to the plant-creature standing beside her. "And you're trying to help the land, right? That's what we want, too."

The leshy anxiously wrings her hands as she looks around at each of the group. "I don't know if you can feel it, but I can. The land, the plants, it's all withering away. And no one seems to know why and most don't even seem to care!"

"So I decided that *I'd* do something about it. But even with Rumbleweed's help it's been hard because we didn't really know where to start. So we just started asking anyone we met that would actually stop to talk with us. That, uh...that didn't work out too well, not until we finally wandered into a little human village. Abbington or something? Anyway, they told us about you and your circus and that you might be able to help us. So we've been trying to catch up to you since, but it's been slow going with just the two of us..."

"Weird? No no, that was just the sign we've been looking for!"

The feminine-sounding voice comes from the doorway from whence the group came, where stands a small leshy, her body composed of gnarled, twisted vines and leaves. Standing next to her is a being of medium size - not a leshy, though - that appears to be some manner of viney tumbleweed on legs. The pair each sport the same small rune on their foreheads (or close enough for the tumbleweed creature) that pulses with a soft, yellow light.

"For city-walkers you've all been surprisingly hard to catch up to, but we've finally done it! And at just the right time too, by the looks of it," the leshy continues. "That vision proves that you're on the right track and that we've been on the right track tracking you and-oh, what're the weapons for?" She stops, having only just noticed that the group is clearly on edge...