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6 posts. Alias of Whimsy Chris.


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Krovok grumbles to himself. "Well, if you need to go gallivanting around, I guess there is nothing I can do to stop you. Just don't get yourself killed. Ostran, go with them; they may need all the help they can get. I'll stay and watch the children."

Krovok exits, continuing to grumble to himself.


Krovok's brows come down as a confused look spreads across his already flustered face. He looks as Cogmin. "Now I'm really confused. I don't know what you're talking about. Time of blood? Is the orphanage in jeopardy?

"So, let me get this straight. Mevitari collapses shortly after Jolin is kidnapped. Some of you take Mevitari to the Shrine of the Enlightened One, where you kill a couple people in self-defense. Others of you go somewhere some zivit creatures have Jolin, you rescue him, but he doesn't seem to recognize people now.

"And now you want to leave because...because why again?"


A deep booming voice bellows out of Krovok. "Wait a second, wait a second. Nobody leaves until I get some explanations." He blocks the doorway. "I'm the only adult here and I'm in charge. Sorry Cogmin, no offense, but you're not really an adult or child."

Krovok breaths in deep in preparation for all he is about to ask. "Now, I want to know where exactly you were? Why is Ostran suddenly in trouble and why are you covered in blue blood? Where is Mevitari and what state is he in now? Is he coming back? Why did Jolin not seem to recognize me when you all came back? Lastly, where do you think you're going now? Well, I'm waiting for some explanation."


"What? You're leaving again?!"


"That may be a good plan." He walks slowly up to Mevitari and examines him.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

"Hmmm...I don't know what's wrong with him. Perhaps the monks or House Jorasco can help. Can someone carry him?"


Krovok enters the foyer. "What happened here?" he exclaims.