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Hi guys! Posting it on all my pbps.

Our offshore team at work is very affected by the pandemic at the moment and with the fiscal year approaching to an end, our reduced capacity is terribly affecting my time. For the next several weeks it will likely impact me in such way that I simply won't be able to keep up with the forums, things normalizing only as we start approaching mid June.

For the games where I play, GMs please feel free to bot the characters. If you don't desire to bot me for so long, I completely understand, apologize for the late notice and wish you all the best of fun. If you hold me around, though, I should be back after this storm.

For the games where I host, my sincerest apologies to the players - I won't let you hanging so if you stick around until my return we will give it continuation as normal. Otherwise, please message me and once I'm back I'll recruit replacements.

To everybody, I'm sorry for the late notice and I hope we will continue playing together once I'm back!

Cheers,

Archlich

Ok; Lorna herself has to stay within 50 feet of her phantom/exemplar, and has to have line of sight to it. Other than that, it's mostly the phantom (in his incorporeal form) - so I will do some RP here :)

Lorna focus, once coordinated with her companions, and gets ready. When people go to their positions she blinks, deeply, and feels the pain through her body - intense, burning, until finally the phantasmagoric version of her leaves her as if a soul being freed.

The creature immediately moves to the view of the enemies from the small hold. It passes through trees and bushes, in a sinister, macabre circular dance, making sure to stay within the range of the etheric tether of the spiritualist.

I already claimed souls from your pool... And I will get back for more! - the exemplar laughs loudly, its incorporeal limbs moving through the air as if pure smoke, haunting yet very much discernible - Tonight I'll come to crush your necks, unless my hunger is satiated with the head of your leader! Bring me her head now and I'll shall spare you... Let Kressle live another night, and I'll murder you all the same way I claimed Happs and his men!

Booooo! Trying to be creative here :)

Lorna can actually try to catch the attention of the people on the fort with her phantom, incorporeally manifested (pretending to be a ghost). This way, maybe you guys can sneak behind and try to go for Kressle's neck directly?

That’s what Lorna conveyed as well. We really can’t afford to just let them be at this point because they will likely attack Oleg & wife with numbers.

The poison idea was never targeted at Kressle and her men, but rather at the owner of the bottles... The Stag Lord. It's more of a long shot than something immediate. - she ponders - And it hurts me that we lost the element of surprise. Dealing with this small garrison was a way to give Oleg some peace, as they're way too close for comfort.

A brief pause as she looks around.

If we can identify the road, we can assume they will send more people to the outpost, and likely try to ambush some of them on their path. I'm just concerned that if we turn our backs to this group now and decide to focus on the critters or other similar threats, we will basically be exposing the outpost and ourselves by consequence.

We don't need to do the... Wine treatment... Before fighting them. I suspect, however, that we might not be enough to deal with them, so we have fewer options.

The noblewoman scratches her neck swiftly with the nails, careful not to hurt herself.

If we deal with their leader, they might put weapons down. We can also try the stealth approach or some divide and conquer, but I suspect that now that we lost the element of surprise... This wouldn't work. Maybe we could try to cull their rangers from afar, somehow?

I do have message on my spell list, but haven't learned it yet at this point :/

Reading through there, there's no reason to think Signy would have departed without telling us, so I think it's reasonable for us to have agreed on something like "after 10 minutes if she's not back..." - I don't know, we can imagine she did the "spur of the moment" thing but I doubt we wouldn't evolve the plan before kicking it.

Yes, definitely, my friends. - whispers Lorna - Let's pull out to some cave nearby or something of the sorts to rest.

She breathes deeply as she thinks and looks around.

I like the idea of someone sneaking to gather information, but I also think we should all be well rested and it concerns me if such person would still be tired come the first rays. - still whispering, she briefly pauses - Now, as for plans... I have some ideas, obviously depending on how defended this place is. I would love to keep the Stag Lord's stash untouched for him to find, but maybe spike his alcohol. I mean, spike it for eternal slumber. A swift or untimely early death of a man could mean saving countless lives later on, maybe even throw the group in disarray as they seek a replacement...

She's tired, but her mind goes around on strategies that would minimize deaths - particularly on her side, but the other side as well if possible.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

As the group moves, Lorna tries to speak his way through the locals they cross by, but the spiritualist isn't able to gather any useful piece of information as they move in a hurry.

Your ideas are sound, my friends, but what I meant is that we should try to get on the road to Kressle's as soon as possible... Not that we need to arrive there tonight. I believe we might have to camp on our way, but that direction should be our focus.

She pauses.

Hopefully we will be able to get some recon first, and use the night to plan our approach. I'm not sure diplomacy will be an option with her, but we might be able to plan something more furtive. Let's think about kobolds and mites after we deal with that immediate threat, especially since we only have the surprise element for a couple days.

These are great points, Brental. - says Lorna, first approaching with a serious face, but then smiling - I am absolutely onboard. Let's not treat these creatures as enemies from the get-go... Let's give a chance to get to know them. We never know where we can find allies.

She walks around the map, tracing a line with her nail.

If we still have some good hours of light, we should depart South already towards Kressle's, but then do a small circle northeast and try to reach these tribes.

I might be able to stop getting points on Local and go for Arcana if someone else is covering for Local!

Lorna crosses her legs, focusing in Oleg and Svetlana. She didn't have much to say at that moment, and was still considering the details they previously talked with Vlad.

It seems we have our work cut out for us, huh? Bandits, critters, we likely have it all around here. - she finally speaks - We likely have to press and move against Kressler soon to get her by surprise, but it sounds as if we don't have to return here so quickly.

She stands up and move closer to the druid and the others, pointing at the map.

If we follow this path there... Where should we turn to after that, in the hopes of finding the kobolds and mites?

Lorna hears but pauses, before speaking, to look at both Meneas and Brental.

Let's produce a map... Maybe Oleg has something like that already, maybe not. Then, we can draw where Kressle's camp is, and where the loot you mentioned it.

She stands up. In her core, she didn't believe they'd extract any more useful information, and she didn't have any reasons to believe he'd be lying. Likely, just protecting his skin at this point.

Once he marks the map, we have no more real use for him. - she speaks to her companions, but doesn't try to hide from Vlad's - We can likely let him go, but I will let you two decide if he made a good, precise job with his details, or if he tried to hide anything.

She turns around to leave. In her mind, the detail about the alcohol was quite interesting. So much potential... Especially if the Stag Lord was to find his bottles where they were supposed to be.

Lorna sits down, patiently, and waits as her companions speak to the man. Finally, then, she interjects.

That's exactly the single point I want to hear more about... Nothing about the Stag Lord, but actually about... Kressle. - she starts - Where we can find her, who exactly is her... And who is protecting her right now. And please, don't try my patience.

She leans forward, waiting for details with a somewhat stoic face.

There's a feat to throw stuff better (Throw Anything); alchemists not only get the feat, but they also get to add more to damage. Lorna is in a similar situation (spiritualists don't get a lot of proficiencies) but you know, we could always use slings.

Her archetype is funny as to she can "give" her feats to the exemplar when it's summoned, so my feat progression is actually a combination of spiritualist's and phantom's.

I thought about giving her some ranged capabilities, but by level 5 she will be so battered when the phantom is out (and sickened!) so it wouldn't be a long term plan, so I'm just thinking on ways to make her disappear and keep healing herself (stuff like boots of the earth) while the "bad juju Lorna" does the job :)

Thanks, dear! I'm sure some supper and rest will suffice for me. - Lorna thanks Oleg.

She walks around, helping cleaning and organizing whenever needed. As Signy speaks of luck, she shakes her head in agreement.

Definitely! If you weren't so fast and lethal with your bow, I fear I'd be the one with an arrow through my neck.

She notices Meneas picking up the little amulet, and as he calls her she approaches with curiosity. She concentrates, looking at the jewel and the rest of the gear, and detects magic.

You are correct! This seems to confirm what they said. - says the human, manipulating the item without much ability.

Nobility: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Does it seem to suggest any connection with the other noble houses?

Finally, she approaches the man who surrender and points the stables.

Would you mind accompanying us? - she asks politely, then moving towards the stables as well - I'd love to get out of the sun a little bit. You already know I am Lady Lorna Medvyed. We both know that carcass over there with a new mouth on his neck was Happs Bydon. What do we call you?

You all did so, so very well! - says Lorna, holding her hands together. Her arms looked sore and wounded - she was obviously hurt, despite never being touched during the combat.

Thanks, my dear. - she answers Signy - Don't... Don't really mind it. I guess we all have our emotions bottled up to some extent, and my anger has a different way of showing itself.

She then carefully goes towards Oleg, avoiding the traps on her way.

Glad to see you and the wife are unharmed! My apologies if my defiance ever put you in risk. - she smiles - Would you mind us using your stables to talk to our new friend here? We heard some names, and I'd love to hear more details about them!

She turns her head to the prisoner and, again, smiles in a warm manner.

Lorna opens both hands forwards and does a pull movement with her fingers, clearly in pain. Arms and hands look skinnier, popped veins, and a certain cold aura swiftly permeates.

Unghh! - she loudly lets out, and the exemplar is pulled back inside her in anger, inefficiently trying to grab to the grass and earth as it moves through the air. Small marks are all it lets behind as it disappears.

I'm okay... - Lorna puffs, both hands on her knees trying to recover her air as she answers Brental. Her health, beauty and strength look recovered, despite the apparent painful fatigue.

It's... Enough. - she finally says, then turning to Meneas and pointing the fleeing man - He's all yours, hooded knight. Proceed with him at your discretion.

She slowly stands her head again, and the voice sounds more recovered.

We accept your surrender. We will talk as soon as your last comrade is dealt with. Drop your weapons and knee down. - she finally orders the bandit.

@GM: who's turn is it now?

I don't think he's already mounted - I think he just reached the mount. We all just had a single turn so far, and in his turn he'd only be able to double move to the mount.

To be able to mount or dismount, it's another move action; you can try to fast mount (as a free action with a DC 20 ride check), but in order to even try, you have to have an available move action (which is consumed in case you fail to fast mount).

He is not by his horse - he still has to mount, right? And we have someone already mounted.

Lorna finally finishes calling the exemplar. The ectoplasmic creature finishes clawing out of the woman, leaving her behind in a husk of her former self - weaker, uglier, sweating suffering.

1d6 ⇒ 1 It hurts to put this exemplar out!

Lorna tries to swiftly push Oleg out of the action, touching his shoulder and looking with fear towards her own exemplar. She still tries to appeal to the bandits reason one last time.

Happs is already down... There's no one to tell Kressle. Surrender, now, and your lives might be spared. - her voice is trembling, weakened, but it's noticeable that she feels truly more benevolent now that... Whatever that is... Is out of her.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 Had to try to be consistent :/

The exemplar itself is nothing weak. Though it looks like Lorna, it's a much stronger, faster, confident and supernatural form of her; hair eternally flying as if being magically blown, hands curved like claws. The phantasmagoric creature almost seems to float on her feet, which touch the ground gracefully despite the apparently massive body it sustains. The exemplar's look is that of anger: it grins, holding an immense sledge hammer in its hands, and charges towards the closest enemy, trying to get to it before it has time to act.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 17 Power Attack
Damage: 2d6 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 + 3 = 22

The exemplar laughs openly, terrifying, not seeming to bother with anything. It's not a good laugh: it's full of anger and violence, showing teeth sharper than a human's would be.

Don't listen to her! Try to flee, and fall like flies! - it yells, and its voice sounds just like a hoarse, lower version of Lorna's.

... Or is he? Happs, the Zombie!

GM, would you mind please adding a link to Roll20 either to your header, or to the campaign header?

Also: how do I add another token there (for Lorna's exemplar)?

EDIT: Additionally, I like how Happs died cinematographically and how it enriches the action. It's okay to call some moments like that as it helps with the scene :)

No need to be sorry! Loved the results. Lorna already talked the talk and got as much information as she'd ever hope to get, so I feel we're golden. Good job!

I'd rather count them dead only when they're in fact dead (negative CON) so we can stabilize and bring back anyone we might want to "interview". It's okay to count them out of the fight, though, to make things easier (assuming no one on their side would be able to channel and bring them back up).

Of course it doesn't apply to constructs and undead :D

Just go for it if you truly feel it will enrich your character and you will enjoy it, Signy. Otherwise, maybe we should consider recruiting a replacement (to deal with traps and healing? I reckon Brental can help with this later as well)

My apologies on the Bydon x Byron thing! :) I was just derping.

Lorna's eyes turn all the way up, showing just absolute white.

You... You need to get out of here... - she says to Oleg, her voice trembling in fear, and clearly not fear of the bandits.

She speaks to the bandits.

You see, Happs - they see how you fear me, and they know... If you're dead, who would be speaking to Kressle about what happened here? - she pauses and addresses the goons around the lead - I will deal with Kressle. Help me deal with this situation first - and remember the sound logic, dead men tell no tales.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 Mostly to coerce them into help her, not sure if needed/possible at all.

Something starts clawing its way out of her body in a grotesque, otherworldly manner. If there was something terrifying about her before, it now pales towards what's going on.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Before... GM, in the future, if you feel a roll was better, please feel free to roll for me so we keep moving :)

Lorna feels her words weren't helping much - but yet, she got some of the confirmations she wanted. Her tone changes, now, after Happs answer.

Well, I thought someone with a head full of manure like you would appreciate cows and farming, Happs. - she speaks, and her eyes now lost all tones of diplomacy - But I wasn't speaking only with you.

She turns to the others, openly addressing them and bypassing Byron.

You see, this man fears me, maybe even more than he fears the Stag Lord. He threatens me with a bow from behind a horse, but still stutters when addressing me, his puny tail cowering between his legs. But I offer you, around him, a chance. Are you really willing to risk your necks, instead of properly... Studying the options?

And finally her body turns to Happs. For a moment, it feels like her body moved independently of her own will, as if a terrifying, animated ragdoll.

Are you still afraid of me, Happs Byron? - and as she completes and shows her smile, for the split of a moment it felt as if she had a lot more teeth in her mouth than before... A somewhat sinister smirk wraps it all.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Lorna pushes her eyes to try to see the fowl mouthed man. There was something about him - more than the voice, and she finally identified.

Happs Byron, huh? - she spoke, approaching subtly - I should have imagined your sexy sassy carcass would be dragged across the lands after the Surtova fiasco.

She smiled, showing her perfectly white teeth. There was nothing truly grotesque about her - yet, she knew very well what he was referring to, and even she felt some chills to remember some details.

Now, pleasantries aside... I'm here to talk. You know very well the noble houses will be playing their games in their keeps, and only the bread crumbs will be thrown to us. You know Medvyed are not like the others - we had always been much closer to the commonfolk. Just look how I dress...

She opened her arms. She was definitely dressed a lot more humble than the average noble, even if still somewhat nice.

So, let's not talk about picking in arms. Maybe there are business to be made. Maybe we could all sit together around a campfire and make plans that fills not the bellies of the Surtovas or Rogarvias, but the Byrons. I know you gotta have someone you're reporting to, at this point, but wouldn't you - or the gentlemen by your side - would rather report to no one? Have your own chickens for eggs, your own cows for milk? Why be risking your neck on a mosquito infested outpost to enrich someone other than yourselves?

She was now very much speaking to everybody - not only the leader - and trying to appeal to their own greed and fear. Despite all the talk and appearances, there was something sinister in the air. A different kind of evil, as a looming presence of pure, raw anger that couldn't be shaken.

I shall join you, Oleg, especially if this means I can buy you time to flee if and when a fight breaks. - answers Lorna, before turning to the others.

You misunderstand me. I don't intend exactly to negotiate - I intend to understand their motives, instigate them to speak and give us more information on their leadership. I think bloodshed will be unavoidable... It simply doesn't mean that we can't benefit from speaking first. - she says, patiently - Without breaking any element of surprise, as they'd only be seeing me and Oleg. I don't think they would feel threatened, or even alerted that things could be amiss.

She smiles, as she understands she isn't really threatening at all. At least, not most of time. Even her weapon of choice looks more like a gardening tool - something common to her House.

Don't feel so defensive with your ideas, Meneas. - she finally breaks the silence again - There's no reason why you'd be denied your weapon swings... I don't think they'd accept any requests to surrender, neither they'd truly negotiate. At least not with the few coins I carry with me. I think all our ideas are sound and can be combined to the best strategy.

I personally don’t think it gives up the element of surprise... Especially if they don’t see all of us to start. Your idea to come riding from behind them is exactly what I referred to. Just keep in mind that while easy and common, the blade isn’t the only way to deal with outlaws, and exchanging words might give us an edge for other situations. We don’t want to simply deal with today’s problem, if there’s an opportunity to aid our future endeavors as well. I’ll wait for the others to ponder on the topic.

She turns to Brental, pointing at the map as she speaks.

I like the positioning and the idea of pulling them towards the traps. I was never one to know much about traps, so I honestly have no idea if there is such thing as a ranged activated one. Regardless, your approach is sound.

Lorna will cast mage armor on herself once she’s aware of the bandits approach.

Yes, the tracking was mostly an idea. Tracks run cold after some days - even some hours - hence why following a fresh track would be much easier. But I reckon there are other consequences from it. - says Lorna, hearing about the planning ideas - While I like the whole thing about enclosing them by closing the gates behind, and while I could do the gate closing... I don't want to hamper Meneas' ability while mounted at his horse.

She stops to consider before going ahead.

It might be a good idea to keep Meneas and his mount somewhat hidden outside, though. With the whole night to prepare, I'm sure we can likely do a good job. That's likely the best way to surround them and keeping them from fleeing. I'm sure the traps will help too in that matter, assuming they can be activated after they pass through them the first time.

Lorna looks at Brental, as she doesn't very much understand the trapping side - hoping to rely on his skills to opine.

To Signy's point, though, I'd like to engage them. Even do it so instead of Oleg and his wife, in their behalf, as to keep them safer. And if and when things go South...

Sorry to see you go, kobold! But if the game isn’t for you, no matter the reason, I understand the decision.

Was anything else going on behind the curtains? Something I’m not seeing on the gameplay thread? I wonder if there’s anything (like pms) going on that could shed more light on what as going on.

Maybe. Likely. To be honest, dealing with the problem doesn't necessarily means becoming judge and executor. We all know what the sentence likely would be, if we were to send them to the Aldori or Restov. - says Lorna - Of course, it's possible some of them would be truthfully and sincerely interested in repenting, and could become useful, productive members of society.

She pauses before continuing.

That's mostly wishful thinking, and not practical enough. If they're offered the option to surrender and don't accept, like I said before... It's their option. If you play in the rain, you might get wet. If you play with fire, you might be burned. Nothing cruel or inhuman about it, so no need to overthink. The benefit of doubt, the offer of surrender, neither of them is to be understood as naivety.

Her words now sounded a lot harsher than before.

To my other point... We might deliberately choose to let one of them "escape", just to have him tagged - assuming we have someone skilled and willing to do so as we deal with the aftermath of dealing with the others.

In my case, I am simply limited on how often I can post. Usually no more than one or two posts a day, so I have to fill the gaps and engage on the few opportunities I have. Many times I will simply throw some hooks or push to express her feelings, and from the years of experience in forums - I try to always push the story to move forward more than stimulate the parallel flavor conversations ;)

It doesn't mean Lorna doesn't want to talk to people or that I don't want to roleplay, but rather that I don't have the availability neither I should be *required* to do so. I have my own pace and I still manage to enjoy the game, even if some people are more or less active than I am.

Overall, let's try not to read too much on the situations. I like our pace and the interactions so far. Some people will always be more sensitive, some people will always be more passive aggressive, some people will have more or less availability to game. That's all part of the human relationships and composes the social contract that safeguards our fun here.

Lorna shakes her head in agreement as her allies speak. While she was impressed, she was also weary on how fast things went murderous.

Well, I guess bandits know what they were signing out for. If you play in the rain, you are prone to get wet. - she finally speaks, voicing her thoughts - Yet, we don't necessarily need to target to simply slay everybody without thinking twice. Keeping people alive shouldn't be just a commodity for our plans... Right?

She stands up and moves, gesturing a little bit.

Regardless, I like that we keep Oleg's and Svetlana's safety in focus. We need to make sure they're not exposed to needless risks, even if at this point doing nothing would be riskier. - brief pause - Now, about letting anyone escape... Maybe it could be to our benefit. One of us, more skilled in tracking and staying hidden, could use the opportunity to follow such person directly to the heart of their den, without engaging. Wouldn't it be valuable information?

I... I am not feeling it either, my friend. I actually see this game as being very active on the RP side, but I didn't really feel any tension. Not between the characters and not between the players... I'm not sure what I am missing? I had been in games with *so* much drama here in the forums, that this one here actually feels quite light. Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?

Lorna gives enough space for the others to make their introductions, and stay behind with a smirk on her face. She looks around amusedly, in pauses, admiring the humble place as much as analyzing the owners. Finally, then, she steps in extending her hand in compliment.

As my friends said, it's a pleasure meeting you! I am Lady Lorna Medvyed, here in the grace or Erastil. - she introduced herself, curious about the news of their arrival - And yes, we're here to help, but also to be helped, as you well anticipated.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The noblewoman measures her words as per usual, but this time she lets out a bit more - as if testing the waters. While she is one of those charismatic, easy to like people, she still prefers to gauge the situations before letting the social butterfly out.

Oh, I like the charming naivety of protecting the innocent! But I do understand there's too much of a gray area to really say who's innocent and who's not. - she smiles, still pretending to not have any difficulties riding the horse - Regardless, Meneas has the right idea. The Stag Lord is preying over people right now. If we already have enough supplies, let's pick the pace to Oleg's!

That works. The dimdweller thing just works for Lorna (thematically) and ends up having some mechanical advantages, though losing the skill point hurts my heart.

Lorna doesn't need her rest to be continuous, and has darkvision - so I'm okay for her to take one of the middle when it's darker.

Oh, Meneas, I’d throw out some coins to see you try the vocal cords! - speaks Lorna, having a bit too much fun with it.

The Taldan rides calmly - concerned she’d fall if she tried to push the wild horse too much. Trying to avoid the thoughts, she continues speaking.

What do you guys expect of this... Adventure of ours? Not the Stag Lord thing... I meant, the Stolen Lands. Brevoy will see it grow, so one can only wonder what the pioneers think about it.

Fort Serenko was put here to guard South Brevoy from bandits and the usual orcs, trolls and other nuisances of the area. - Lorna speaks to the others, as they get together, out of the guards ears - As the Stolen Lands aren't really populated, and the centaurs from Nomen Heights usually keep people out, the only other option to try to slip would be the Shrike River, but you guys know... Who would face those treacherous deep and fast waters?

Happy to remember enough, she gives a little pause.

And I agree... We should keep pace, but no need to rush so much considering the whole situation. We have time to forage or hunt a bit as we move towards Oleg's.

Before...

Swift Heart! What an inspired name. - she genuinely says towards the horse - Thanks for lending me your swiftness, my dear.

Then...

Lorna waits as her companions address the guards. She was still getting used to actually riding the horse, and finding her armor a little clumsy for the task. Some people make it look so easy!, she thinks.

History: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Same roll for nobility, another +1 for local

As the gnome asks about any particular historic relevance of the place, she looks around as if trying to catch the references, and pushes her memory...

Lorna approaches the shy horse carefully. She tries to smile, but she herself is concerned as to not disturb the animal. She met wild horses before - and some of them were really too much into biting and kicking for her taste. Yet, she gulps in and tries to put a confident face and steps forward as if asking the animal permission to get closer.

Lorna looks at the entire process with curiosity and admiration. She doesn't immediately responds Meneas' whisper; instead, she approaches the druids and the animals, trying to help calm down the horses as to "negotiate" with them.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Thanks, my friends. It's still an impressive feat, even if we have to wait some minutes! - says Lorna, giving the druids a thoughtful smile.

She crossed her arms behind her back and breathed deeply. This wasn't even going to be close to the weirdest stuff she'd be seeing over the next times, and still she was already amazed.

Spells were incredible - arcane or divine. She did know some tricks of her own, but her "spells" were based off her psionic powers; they didn't involve the words, components or knowledge needed by their counterparts, but actually sheer force of will and a focused mind. They were simpler.

Lorna shakes her head in agreement with the druids.

Yes... I am historian. Not a very talented one, to be honest, but that's what I studied the most... And that's officially why I'm here. - she briefly pauses - That's the agreement between House Medvyed and the Aldori, at least.

She walks some more steps, thoughtful.

Of course, there's the whole thing about presence of power and the noble games... But at the same time, likely my parents also enjoyed the opportunity of getting me out of the house. - she smiles, as if she had just said a joke, but there's something behind her voice, giving it a little trembling.

Lorna extends her head from behind Brental, towards Wylhia.

Oh, I'd be curious to hear about you as well, my friend. And Brother... Odd-Eyes, is that it? - she says.

As they finish eating and depart, Lorna walks by Brental's side, a little behind Signy and Meneas. She chuckles as she overhears the inquisitor's story, as she feels it hits close to home; yet, she doesn't say anything, as to not interrupt their conversation.

Instead, she looks at the aasimar with curiosity.

What about you? How did you end up in the Green Faith? - she inquiries.