Lelia Moonsil's page

Spell fails.

The game is kinda dropped.

See Discussion...

Hey guys. It's being great playing with you guys.

May we play again another time.

I have a game running here.
Another Rise of the Runelords

There are currently 3 players so lessens the need for a GMPC.
However the cons right now is due to my mother's condition, my posting is defintiely on the slow side.

They're currently in Glassworks.

This is going to all games I'm involved in.

My mum has just being warded and it is a critical time for all of us. My posting will be affected as I maintain virgil over her witing for teh doctors to dignosed what's wrong with her.

Bot me as needed or If I'm the GM, this game is on hold for the moment. My apolgies for the inconvenice.

Well Just an option but I'm already running another game and they have 3 players......Just to point things out. I'm no GM like Feral, Endless Forms, Painlord or any of the better GMs around.....

New GM search?

The rest?

I am

Noted.

Alright. I'm working too.

lol It's Mogmurch though, I should be expecting Poog, Reta and Chuffy then

Lelia eeps and dives for cover.

Away at work. Will be back by Monday. AM too tired to post anything.

Lelia's next words would fill anybody with dread. As sho rubs her hands in surprise and stares at both Artyom and Welyn with some confusion.
"Oh it worked?"

Giggling softly as the feathers from Ricky tickle her cheeks forgetting for a moment where she is, she strokes Ricky's glossy feathered head before he returns to Artyom.

"The village!" she startles as she takes in the sight of a headless child.

"Artyom!" blabbering nonsense, the girl forces her magic into her mentor demanding his body to heal itself with her magic lending it aid.
Cast Cure Light Wounds 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Attack with Quarterstaff 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Artyom!!!" Lelia's angry cry sounds out as she rushes out with anger on her face twisting her usually calm face into an angry snarl. She runs out and proceeds to bash the goblin on its head. Hard with her quarterstaff. Her hair starting to rise with unknown energies...........

Shall we move on for now. Maybe because we stalled too long?

Lelia does not take the AOO as she cowers behind the stage seeking the best chance to aid when needed.

I can but I don't get why you can't see it.
Are you logged in or out? perhaps?

I can still see the map with the one single goblin surrounded by us or so.

Great to see you back Nightingale.

Someone PM him?
He may have forgotten.

I can wait.

dot

Lelia Hides herself behind the stage and holds out her quarterstaff in a defensive postion. Total Defence

Moving on?

I don't mind since I work away from my laptop on weekends.

Requires me to log in. Lelia will take cover behind the stage.

Lelia steps back and casts Protection of Evil on Anaach.

Ducking as she hears more goblins coming, she seeks cover behind some overturned tables.

Lelia ignores everything else in favor of the gourmet set before her. Daintily nibbling on practically everything she could get her hands on, having never tasted most of the foods before her. A silver here, a bite sized tibit there and then Lelia realises that there is more dishes yet to be sampled.

Lobster chowder, the White Deer peppercorn venison, and the Rusty Dragon brings a curry spiced salmon with winterdrop mead all sounded and tasted exquiste to her and they didn't disappoint.

Ewwww....lol. I could give you a few kisses after a few levels of course. I would like to study the effects of Shocking Kiss and Burning Kiss. :P

Lelia inclines her head as she is introduced to Kaede.
THe mention of a reading got her interested though she was taught that it wasn't polite to witness another's reading.

She stays silent allowing Artyom to finish his conversation with Kaede.

Lelia whines, unleashing puppy dog attack level 32.

"But we never left!!!"

Following Artyom, Lelia marvels at the wares on display. Giggling at some of the performances, staring in awe at some of the more dangerous ones, appraising the more 'touted' magical items in question finding most of them to be nothing more gaudy pieces meant more for the display shelf than for any other practical use. A quick focus to her eyes enabling her to see magical auras alerts her to the fact that some people also glow to her magically enhanced sight.

Lelia follows Artyom but wonders where Weylyn could be.

Lelia thinks for a moment, biting on her fingernail as she ponders what Artyom has just told her.
"I think my family is the complete opposite of yours. I'm a foundling of some weird ritual so I don't have any blood ties at all to them yet they took me in, raised me and taught me my letters like another daughter.
I had many mothers and fathers, grandparents, uncles and aunties yet they were never truly mine just as I was never truly theirs. Our relationship I think, as compared to yours was filled with their love and care.
They let me choose to be what I want and where I want to go. I'm sure that once all this is done and over with and I have found answers that I seek, I'll go back. The family that raised me."

Then a cheeky smile steals a solemn demeanour as she immediately retorts.
"I've never worked with complete strangers too!! Does that help? I'm guessing Weylyn does though."

Lelia looks sadly as Weylyn leaves. Are they not family? Why was he so angry? Could they not have exchanged words and then finished it with a drink?

Her thoughts is interupted by Artyom's sigh and question.

"About what?"

Lelia is entertained alright.

Reminds me of Tonks.

And you turned his hair pink.............

Lelia hides her grin at the sight of pink hair on the stern looking priest as she dutifully follows Artyom. Her eyes darting about as she spies interesting items bt still keeping her pace.

She looks up at her mentor.

"Umm, I can make myself scarce if needed to. I'm sure I can find something interesting here to do while you go speak to your family. I mean uh..."

Lelia wonders how she's going to explain this to her mentor without insulting him of worse embarassing him in front of his family.

What would they?

Woah +7 to str!!!!

Lelia takes in the sight, wandering with the robed wizard. Picking up sweet treats at the same time as studying some people, and sharing it with Ricky, she notices as Artyom looks up as if looking for someone.

She still takes the time to speak with the townsfolk.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Her sweet smile accompanying each question and replying in the same tone.

Lelia stays close to Artyom not used to such large crowds. Taking in the festive mood and decorations with wonderment in her eyes.

I will not be able to post so regularly on weekends due to work. Just thought I'll give a headsup.

Lelia Shoulders her little pack and follows along.

"Noon thereabouts I think."

Lelia grins at Weylyn's words and innocently chirps in.
"That sounds like Uncle Jubrayl Vhiski. People always ask him permission for things. He gives pretty good gifts everytime he comes around and he's a pretty good teacher too."

Lelia looks confused.

"I do not understand. All my life I have wandered at will as long as I send word where I'll be. At least that's how my clan is like."

Lelia looks at Weylyn hoping he'll elaborate.