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Marieke looks from Fernis to Rangnir and back again "Are you saying that we have to go back to that Sigmar-cursed lodge again? To look for one of your kin?" she says scowling, then shrugs "Ah, well, if needs be, I'll surely come along"

"Injuries first. Your pack, I'd forgotten about it. Yes, we must be able to pick up their tracks further on down the beach!"

Looking at Wanderer, Marrada says wearily "You look horrible, Uncle." then she laughs,"I doubt i look much better. Lets get these scratches taken care of."

"Right lass...we'll drop you off at the Garrison. Once we're assured you're alright , we'll hie over the the Cathedral for some care."

Giving the girl a look, Marrada says "We'll take you where ever, just answer me this.... where were the gobbies trying to take you back to ? That you very vocally said you weren't going back to?"

Wiping the combined rain and sweat from her brow, Marrada gazes tiredly about the deserted streets "Where is everyone?" Hitching Nualia a bit higher on her aching shoulder, Marrada looks the girl in the eye. "The Cathedral , Nualia?"

"Alright lass, put your weight on me." Marrada says to Nualia, assisting her as they climb up the stairs.

Climb 1d20 ⇒ 18
Climb 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Well, this here's Father Tobyn's girl, Nualia. Nualia, this gruff, grump of a man is...well I call him Uncle" Marrada says with a smile. "Can you walk, lass?" she asks Nualia.

To Wanderer, "We'll have to take those stairs back up, she needs shelter."

As Wandered looks for his pack, Marrada leads the woman to a barely sheltered area by the wreckage. Sitting her down, Marrada raises the woman's face to her own and asks "Right now lass, what's yer name then?"

Poking Wanderer in the shoulder, hard, Marrada gives him a glare that, uncomfortably, reminds him of his late wife. "Uncle, back off. She's been through enough without you browbeating her!"

Leading the woman back towards Wanderer and the shattered carriage, Marrada asks "What's your name, lass? And why were those gobbies bothering ya?"

Marrada makes her way back to the woman, occasionally wincing from the wounds in her side and shoulder. Reaching the woman she helps her to rise allowing her to lean against her as she leads her back towards Wanderer.

Marrada starts slightly as some of the wreckage collapses, "Why don't you check out the carriage, I'll gather up our sea tossed maiden" she says to Wanderer.

Well said Mittean, and the same to the both of you as well :)

Looking at Uncle in astonishment, Marrada then looks to her own hands "Was that me? No....I failed to raise my spirit's power due to my recent wound. Fortune smiles upon us..." Pulling splinters from her arms, Marrada makes her way back to where she left the woman.

"Aaaaah" Marrada cries as the arrow strikes her.

Dropping to one knee beside Uncle, Marrada begins muttering in her mother tongue.

When the goblin once again shows itself, Marrada's hand comes up and throws a pinch of sand in its direction, accompanies by a series of gutteral syllables that sound quite unnatural coming from Marrada's pretty mouth.

Sleep, DC:14

Marrada bodily drags the woman from the surf, up onto the flotsam scattered beach. Crouching in the rain, she yells to the woman over the wind "Stay here! I need to help my Uncle with the last of the gobbies! These rocks should allow you to hide!"

She squeezes the woman's shoulder, then sprints in the direction of the Wanderer, pulling her daggers from their sheaths.

Approaching Uncle, she circles the rocks where she last saw him from the opposite direction, searching for the goblin.

darn autocorrect...they are pounding waves not pointing waves!!

Not knowing if her hex had any effect, Marrada fights the surf and the woman, trying to drag her higher, away from the pointing waves.

Oh sure thank wanderer and not me....sheesh. ;)

Glad to hear you're feeling better!

What u need is some 'tussin :)

Thanks and welcome. Our DM is a bit of sickie right now, hopefully he's feeling better soon :)

Seeing her companion now assailed by two bowmen, Marrada calls out to her spirit to assist.

Marrada sees her friend sighting down his pistol at the hapless goblin, certain in the surety of the creatures quick demise. An astonished gasp escapes her, when the weapon refuses to fire in the inclement conditions.

Holding the wallowing woman by her shoulders, just keeping her head above the waves, Marrada grunts as the arrow thunders into her side.

The impact almost bowls Marrada back into an incoming wave. Steeling herself against the pain, Marrada maintains her hold on the woman, her blood billowing out around them in the water.

Gritting her teeth she calls out to Uncle "Uncle....archers!!!"

With a yelp, Marrada wades into the surf and grabs the waterlogged woman.

Jerking her dagger from the goblin's corpse, then stabbing it into the sand a couple of time to remove the blood, Marrada sheaths it once more as she turns to the girl "Easy lass. Here let's get you out of that surf."

She reaches out her hand to the young woman.

Tightening her grip on her slippery dagger, Marrada spins away from the goblin's torch, coming in under its arm.

Seeing the goblin coming at her, Marrada stands firm and slices at the goblin with her dagger

"Dear spirits, she was with child!!" Marrads exclaims. She then places her hands on the women's belly feeling if the child inside was still alive.

Sheathing her dagger, Marrada runs over to help Uncle with the body. "It it anyone from town? she asks

You look for tracks, I'll watch your back." Marrada says against the noise of the surf, drawing a dagger from one if her thigh sheaths. Her gaze tries to penetrate the mist.

Perception 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

hmmm...blind as a bat

A small smile twitched Marrada's mouth at Uncle's colorful language. Brushing her hair from where it hung in damp strands over her face, she nodded at his suggestion and begins searching for the tracks of the bag snatcher. She also keeps an eye out for the body of the jumper.

Gathering her balance once again, bracing against the wind and the movement of the rope from Uncle's efforts, Marrada steels herself and continues down.

oops, only made one roll

The wind buffets the two climbers, but a strong gust picks Marrada off the side of the cliff, holding on to the rope for dear life.

Wiping her wet hair from her face, Marrada squints against the gale and nods at Uncle, joining him in the search for a path

Perception 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Marrada begins to scan the area for clues as to what occurred here at the top of the cliff.

Perception 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Gasping at the sudden downpour, Marrada looks down at herself in exasperation. The already sheer fabric of the dress now pressed against her like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. I'm beginning to really hate Mrs Deverin. she growls to Uncle as they run from the party towards the cliffs.

"Apologies to Mrs Deverin" Marrada says with a smile at Uncle as she rips the dress at mid thigh, revealing a brace of two daggers tied to her right thigh. She then tears off the flowing, fluttery sleeves and drop them on her chair.

Seeing Uncle is already to go , she follows him from the party.

Yup I likes it ! :)

Starting up from her seat as the wailing cry tore through the festive atmosphere, Marrada looks at Uncle then down at herself "I've a couple daggers and my hexes....should do, but this dress....I may have to cut it some to be able to move properly"

When I'm doing big posts ,ie updating a profile I do it in Notepad then copy it over, that way I won't timeout :)

"No, Tsuto, it was her mother." Marrada says making a face at the boy.Looking down at her dress she says "I think I'd rather have worn the cravat"

That's ok by me :)

Marrada is startled but then settles into her friend's embrace, laughing at the silly banter that seems to be the theme of tonight's entertainment.

Stoot's carvings always gave her chills as he always captured his subject's wild spirit.

Looking at them now, Marrada shivers and Shayliss tightened her grip on her, the two of them smiling in joy at a now laughing Ameiko.

Yeah sounds like it was a interesting facts ride

Smiling back at her friend, Marrada gives her a rueful shrug then interjects herself into the conversation, sparing a glance at Shivi, her familiar, sitting on a roof top above her head. " All this talk of beer and ale, you two forget the fine craftsmanship that goes into old man Sillems' cider and mead."