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Hey all. Hope everyone is still in good health. Given the passing of time thus far, what are your thoughts on trying to find a new GM?
Still ok, thankfully.
Been 00:00 here. Happy new year!
Merry xmas & happy holidays everyone.
Amelia points her finger at the armored foe. " Arcanis Nar",
Meraati looks towards said foe, and twirls her finger, as she focuses on an area beneath and around them. "Watch your footing..."
Meraati smiles as Amelia wakes up. " 'ey, welcome back."
Meraati looks back at Amelia, "Quickly, move away towards the chamber over there.", as she points to the one in the southeast.
Meraati herself starts a short verse, recalling futile bravado, made by villains, then moves to near Amelia, hoping to keep an eye on her charge this time. The verse is short, but spirited.
Meraati hurries to Amelia's side. "Come on, do not think of dying on us."
Hearing Amelia scream, Meraati turns her head in surprise and with concern. She hurries back into the room, to see a nasty looking armored woman in the room, and her allies clustering up near someone else. Thinking her allies got that covered, she looks at the armored one. "That is one weighted 'eart to carry with merely one 'and. Wouldn't it be better to not sprain muscles, and take a rest for a while, and carry it with two 'ands later?"
Yikes. Good to ear you're unharmed.
Meraati approaches the captives first, guessing the others would be sorting the traitors' useful items. "Greetings. I am Meraati, who are you?
It's not public in setting though.
To aid in Kevon's claim, Meraati does a slow impression of abyssal whispers of ominous impending fates, of those who fail the abyss.
*prestidigitation, make the deadly needle extra shiny*
"A heart? What sort of foul practice were these people involved in?"
Oblivion, Perhaps, but more likely slightly different.
None. Only had weird issues with time stamps of my own posts, recently.
"I, erm, also keep a journal.", she pats on a pocket of her pack. "May'aps that boosts your credit. Besides, there's a group of people able to tell them the same story."
Meraati takes out her whip, and cracks it at the closest foe attacked by an ally.
Meraati's ballade, short as it was, calms down.
She leans to glare at the templar near her.
With the ballade going, Meraati moves into the corridor slightly. (assuming Nicolette's target is still standing) As the weapon is thrown by Nicolette, she leans against the wall to show an angry face at the mongrel. A glare most cold.
At Amelia's emotional breakdown, Meraati holds her in her arms, stroking her hair with one hand, as Missy comes to console the weeping girl. She adds to Missy's words.
Meraati nods as thanks, with a slight smile, at Missy's consoling of Amelia.
Meraati nods at Joska, with a reassuring smile. "I'll be with her as long as it will take." And it might take a while, the poor girl.
Meraati will take over for caring about Amelia, initially hugging the girl until she somewhat would calm down to the point fit for travel. "We're going to get back up there, Amelia. I'm certain of it."
That, and share (attempt for both sides) stories of past ventures, to keep her mind off the fighting.
Focusing on mimicking a female voice she heard just now, Meraati tries making a bluff to lure them back.
"Ugh, there is anybody? Hurt am i!
*moan of agony* "Gone have they, please, anyone is still here, medical help i need."
Hurray!
Meraati starts a rhyme about kicking @ss.
I forgot I had access to something resembling Power Attack because of Feat Tax.
Meraati attacks the same mongrel that Joska is hitting.
Meraati makes a jab at the one attacking her, if Joska hasn't yet finished them off.
If they are already down, she moves towards, but not within direct reach of, the fleeing one, drawing her whip.
If the insectoid mongrel is within 30ft, Meraati aims a glare at her as well for intimidation.
Meraati's singing keeps up, and her eyes look at Wendaug. "...and as the blades -strike- their flesh, -tear- their hopes,
A stern gaze is set upon that one.
Meraati starts singing, from a calm pace, rising to a rhytm fit for action. This is done as the doors get closed as the sign for the surprise, before everyone springs into combat action.
Putting on a more gruff voice, as far as is possible for a young lady, she replies. She would try hard to come across as a most evil member of fallen knights. Meraati makes a short greet with a raised hand.
Abyssal:
"You expect my horns to make the mask wearing simple? But yes, the battle above is in full swing, the surfacers were caught completely unprepared. Their guardian dragon is dead, and many lay dead before they could start any kind of counter offensive." "However a split in the ground forced our unit to make a trek down here, back to our regiment above. Some were caught unprepared by natural hazards, fools." "These chattle, are prisoners, we seek to escort and deliver to our regiment inquisitor up above. We suspect they hold key information on the resistance, that the inquisitor will gladly pull from them." Sporting a particular mischievous, if sinister grin, she adds,
Abyssal:
"When we no longer need them, would you like to take them off our hands? Might be fun to toy with, before execution, yes?"
* Sip....sip.....* "True. Though i'd mostly expect other fallen knights, to label them such for convenience, to do such."
"Ah, but if i speak in their bent way, they would know we have passed through their discarded village. I sort of doubt the fallen knights we found the bodies of, spoke their way."
Meraati was listening as she sips from her hot tea. "I will do my best at it. Per'aps my features would give us an advantage as well."
Joska answers Meraati's offer of tea with an eager "Yes please." Meraati pours Joska some breakfast blend black tea. " 'ere you go."
Evening swimming:
Meraati happily takes the opportunity of a swim, before a long trek. A set of spare underclothing ready in her pack, she dresses down to er current underclothing. Seeking a higher place, she takes a running jump.
The cold didn't bother her that much. And the brief respite was welcome. When she was done, she sat back on the higher spot, and took to singing a song about the little merits of life to be enjoyed.
The next morning,
Does anyone want some honey for their bread? "Yes please. It's one of the best things for bread." "That said, would anyone like some tea?"
Don't worry, those things come first and foremost. You just make sure you're ok.
"Much obliged, chief. A meal is most welcome."
Meraati picks up a hint off Callen's body language. A sign she'd seen on people touched by music that moves them. She places a hand on his shoulder, tapping it twice with a friendly smile. Then she focused on what was brought in onto the tables.
As above, same below., Meraati thinks, as the comment of the chief almost makes her eyes roll. "Chieftain, if i may answer that." "There are still 'over eager' people on the surface who would love nothing more than to slay people like myself, to the last. Prejudices aplenty. However tieflings are a diversely spread people these days, albeit not too common a sight, more often than not, in some lands." "But like those without the heritage, there are the good and the bad."
It takes her a while, and after she is done, she will help Meraati make light work of her chain shirt as well. "Thank you Nicolette. Adjusting the size between a bulky man and our figures is makeshift, but the result is pretty good." Her own studded leather had been folded and placed in her pack.
The knights and plant thing was a new scene. Much unlike any other she'd seen or heard of. Her allies were upon it before she knew it, leaving her to casually approach the scene without incident. "Then we are safe to assume the spores in'aled was the cause of these men's demise?" To Lann,
Meraati was pondering if those explorers last year had spoken of any odd plants.
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