Springing into action, Mirela makes for the door and slips Selena and Barek in a bid to finish what they started. Rapier drawn, Mirela strikes at the last worker standing.
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God damn, I'm sorry everyone... I started a new job this week that took me out of town rather suddenly. Good news is the work is full-time and quite rewarding/challenging, bad news is my posting time has been cut. That being said, of all the games, this is the one I intend to stick out regardless of how busy I get. I'll post either later this evening or tomorrow.
Kneeling down to observe the lock, Mirela mutters to herself "Desna save me, I can't see a damn thing in this light." Looking over her left shoulder at the others, Mirela whispers quietly but nervously "I can't tell if it's trapped, but I'd rather give it a go then break down the door announcing our arrival."
Pulling out her tool kit, she unbuckles the latch and unfurls the leather sleeves by her knees. Moving her hand gingerly over the array of picks, she grabs three picks, placing one between her teeth before going to work on the lock. Without removing her eyes from the lock, a very focused Mirela whispers "This could take a few minutes..."
Well, this is pointless. Shaking her head somewhat irritably at the lack of entrances or windows, Mirela decides to scale back down and head back towards her companions. Coming up on them quietly, Mirela shrugs with the futility of her scouting mission. "I couldn't gather much, that place is sealed tight... it's probably perfect for getting away with all sorts of frightening activity."
"Okay, I'll see what I can turn up and head right back. Don't worry, I'll be careful." Nodding, Mirela creeps off like a cat on the prowl as she approaches the Mill.
Glancing over her shoulder at Selena, Mirela appears forlorn at the prospect of having to see Aldern again. Though not dismissive of the idea, she responds "I'm not crazy about it Selena, but I see your point... anything that gives us the upper hand." Taking a few steps forward, Mirela suddenly pauses "Should I scout it out first? With all the noise from the mill and river, I could easily scope it out and report back."
Taking Seldon's arm, Mirela appears relieved to be leaving Foxglove's flat, even if only for a short while to get some food and do some scroll shopping. Glancing at the others before she leaves, Mirela adds with a smile "See you all in a bit!"
Reading over the legal documents and ledger entries, Mirela appears somewhat reflective as she adds "It appears Aldern went into business with some ruthless people if I had to guess."
Looking over at Seldon with a somewhat befuddled look, Mirela shrugs "You know the area better than I apparently, so I'll follow your lead Seldon." Placing the ledger down, Mirela places her left hand over her stomach "A nice meal sounds good though, then off to the Sawmill?"
Watching the faceless creature fall unconscious, Mirela's expression is one of snarling disgust. Finally, she sheaths her blade and spits on the ground while muttering some varisian curse "La dracu 'cu aceasta creatura!" Stepping back, she glances over at Seldon and shakes her head "Oh no, leave these things as they are Seldon." Glancing about the room, Mirela finally appears to be calming down as she more rationally adds "You're right of course Seldon, we should look for his correspondance. Where is his study I wonder? Seems good a place as any to start looking."
Eyes still wild with hostility, Mirela moves quickly to engage the other creature.
Happy holidays everyone! Don't each too much turkey :)
As the rouse seems to play itself out, Mirela grows more enraged and quickly turns her blades on the other faceless stalker still in the form of Iesha.
Digging her blades into the Stalker with some rage burning behind her eyes, Mirela adds "You choose the wrong form..."
You played it well Doc, I just couldn't picture someone as hot-headed and still suffering some PTSD related to Aldern doing anything other than freak-out in that situation... so that's how I played it!
Brushing off Iesha's attempt to mollify her with an aggravated shrug, Mirela coolly retorts "Don't touch me." Glancing at Iesha again quickly, Mirela suddenly finds herself doing a double take as she takes in her visage; Mirela couldn't help but notice that save the curly hair and darker complexion, Iesha did bare some resemblance to herself "Iesha... if this indeed is no trickery, you should know what your husband here has been up to," pausing, Mirela returns her attention to Aldern with a look of pure scorn and contempt "for it will turn your stomach."
Entering the house cautiously, Mirela finds herself perplexed by the woman before her. Her familiarity was nagging, until Aldern walked into the room and suddenly all became clear to her. Eyes widening as she recoiled in horror at the sight of Foxglove, Mirela’s arm went instinctively up in defense as she whispered "No, n-no… you’re supposed to be dead, no you can’t be here." Her Varisian blood boiling very suddenly, an emotional and raw rage overtook Mirela her as tears began to well and her voice cracked "Monster! Why can’t you leave me alone!" Taking a step forward, Mirela drew her blade and quickly raised the point of her rapier towards Foxglove’s throat. Though still clearly gripped with rage, Mirela’s voice fell to a vengeful whisper "I swear to Desna, I’ll send you to hell all over again if I have too Aldern…"
Taking the keys from Selena, Mirela steps towards the door. Glancing over at Barek, she waits for an all clear signal while glancing around herself.
Somewhat nervously moving the keys towards the door handle, Mirela's hand shakes a little as the prospect of entering yet another abode of Aldern's dawns on her. Though deceased and no longer a threat to her, Mirela couldn't help but shake the feeling that Foxglove would haunt all her remaining days. With a hushed voiced, Mirela hesitantly adds "Here goes nothing."
Nodding somewhat embarrassingly, Mirela smiles "Right of course, the keys."
Listening to the cab driver somewhat quietly, Mirela shakes her head as he describes the spate of murders in Magnimar. Rubbing her right temple with her hand, Mirela shakes her head and murmurs "And the horrors continue." Tipping the driver, she smiles half-halfheartedly "I'm sure you and ol' Nob here will be just fine, these murderers will be found I'm certain." Leaving little detail as to how, Mirela approaches Foxglove's townhouse with a high degree of trepidation. As she nears the front door, she suddenly shudders for a moment and hesitates nearing any further. He can't hurt you now Miri, he is nothing more than a pile of ash at this point. Glancing towards the windows, Mirela scowls "Is it just me, or is it strange that the windows are boarded up? As far as anyone here in Magnimar is concerned, Aldern is alive and well..." Trying the front door, Mirela sighs "Of course it's not open." Pausing to inspect the door, Miri adds "What do you think? Should I try and pick the lock?"
Arriving in Magnimar, Mirela appears in good spirits as she prepares to disembark for the big city. Having spent most of her life in metropolitan areas, the bustling port town is a welcome change from the small town life of Sandpoint. Ready to depart with her things, Mirela stops as she glances over at Selena in a somewhat puzzled fashion. Her voiced hushed, she leans in and whispers "Why the disguised Selena?"
When Captain grants them free passage, Mirela winks at him as she climbs aboard "Thank-you Cap'n, you're generosity won't be forgotten." Smiling and forever socializing with the crew, Mirela appears to enjoy the trip at sea. Only when they boat passes Misgivings does she grow quiet and dissonant, folding her arms around herself protectively. As she stares at the mansion, she shivers and whispers "I hope that nightmarish house falls into the ocean." As the house falls out of sight Mirela appears herself once more, and responds to Tunders grouching with a measure of cheekiness "Oh cheer up old boy, a little adventure at sea is nothing compared to what we've seen so far... besides, it's a hell of a lot faster than traveling by foot!"
Visibly relieved to be back in safe harbor for the night, Mirela gladly partakes in the ale and mutton stew. After spending some time in the Red Dragon, Mirela notes that absence of Ameiko "Seems quiet here; the company and the food are great, but certainly it seems to lack something without her here." Glancing over at Barek with a nod, Mirela adds "Magnimar it is then." Slightly pulling her rapier forward without drawing it from its sheath, the young Acrobat responds with a frown "You two aren't the only ones with weapon issues; if we fight the walking dead again, my blade is about as useful as your bare fists."
I'll post later this evening, been a crazy few days.
Shuddering upon hearing Aldern's name spoken, Mirela glances over at Seldon "I'm with Seldon on this... whomever was behind the Foxglove fiasco needs to be dealt with." Heading towards the exit, Mirela pauses and grins as she looks over at Tunder and adds "Of course, there is always time for loot."
Kicking some stones around while the others investigate, Mirela muses "You know, we've pretty much cleared this place out... with some elbow grease, this place could be rehabilitated for some use." Looking around at the decor, Mirela thinks twice and laughs "Scratch that thought, this place is awful... we about done here?"
Realizing she won't be of much use at this point, Mirela joins the chorus with Barek and cheers on the surly dwarf "You heard the man Tunder, send that spirit to the hell it belongs!"
Glancing down the hall, Mirela decides to move to the alcove to the southeast. Laying in wait, she hopes to catch the other shade unaware of her presence.
Muttering quietly to herself as she looks over her shoulder at the tomb, Mirela adds "What I won't do to get the jump on someone... or something."
Upon entering the room, Mirela shakes her head impatiently upon viewing the sarcophagi. Before moving past Tunder quietly, Mirela mutters quietly with a sigh "Desna save us... knowing our luck, those things will open and we'll be face-to-face with the walking dead."
With a shrug, Mirela adds "I suppose if you're immortal, a thousand years might not be that long depending how long you've been in existence; time is a relative thing after all." Glancing about the room at some wide eyed stares, Mirela blushes a little "A touch too philosophical maybe? Anyway, what's next?"
Looks like you got back just in time to level up Mirela. I reviewed all the other level ups and everyone looks good to go. Sweet ride; outlined below are skills and stats, still trying to figure out what to do with her level 6 Rogue Talent. My initial thought was to pickup Spring Attack, but in hindsight, I'm not sure how useful that feat tree... though I like the idea of jumping around the battle field with a high degree of mobility.
6th Level: BAB +1
Skills (11 - favored class used for HP)
Sticking the point of her rapier into the creatures backside to ensure its passing, Mirela whistles in an astonished manner "Heaven help us, I don't ever want to run across something like that again." Sheathing her blade, Mirela mumbles to herself "What a nightmare." Glancing over at Barek with a sly grin, Mirela winks "Good work champ." Keeping her eyes on Barek, the young varisian leans her head in Selena's direction "So Selena, how long does this spell last... Barek looks, uh, a touch ogre-like at the moment."
Great, good to be back. I'll post later this evening, after some catch-up reading.
Oh the months I've had... listen, I don't know if you replaced me, and I would completely understand if you had, but if you'll have me back, I'd love to pickup with Mirela again. She was after all the first character I really had on this forum, and probably one of the best, so it would be fitting.
As some of the damage on her leather mends, Mirela winks and nods at Selena "Thanks, goblin caves are murder on such fine attire." Ducking beneath the same root as Barek, she mutters aloud "Goblins, rats, I hate this place!
Okay, I'm back now... thanks again for the understanding everyone, been a crazy couple of weeks.
Didn't know about the newborn, congratulations! Thanks everyone! Yeah, my second actually... it's easier this time around, though having two now and still working full-time has eaten up my PbP time in a hurry; that said, the summer break starts in a week, so I'll be back to something approaching normal shortly.
Sorry for the prolonged absence everyone, first week and a half with the newborn and the end of semester has made timing tough! I'll be back in full shortly though :)
Listening to the others contemplate their next move, Mirela appears somewhat unhappy with the thought of returning to Thistletop "Really, do we have to go back there?" Taking a deep breath, the young varisian sighs as she realizes the strength of her companions reasoning "Fine, you're right of course... Thisletop then." Accompanying the others to the temple, Mirela decides it best to see to it that her friends recover. Shaking the hands of Barek's healers, Mirela smiles broadly and sincerely "Yes, Desna be praised, we thank-you greatly." Once the others are recovered, Mirela decides to head to marketplace to trade in her jewelry, specifically the items that Aldern had stolen. Though they were lovely pieces of silver, Mirela simply had negative feelings associated with them and decided it best to part with them.
With the curse lifted, Mirela is in a noticeably better mood, one much more akin to her usual disposition. Walking outside Misgivings, she takes a deep breath and smiles "What a glorious morning Seldon, thank-you." Spinning on her heel, she raises one eyebrow as she looks one last time at the Foxglove family manor, and salutes it sardonically "If I ever see this damnable place again, it will be too soon for my taste." Glancing over at her companions with a playful grin, Mirela adds "Right then, Magnimar; a feather bed sounds positively wonderful."
While the terror of the house attempts to drive Mirela to madness, her physical exhaustion and need for sleep allows her to rest nevertheless. With Seldon providing treatment for her disease, she sleeps all the better.
Though still unwell, Mirela does thankfully not look any worse for the ware, an apparent nights rest having had at least some impact. Gradually dragging herself to her feet, she looks to the others and adds "Morning, thank Desna... can we go now? I can't stand to be here another minute."
With a casual shrug, Mirela adds with a wink "Eh, I've shared quarters with much less respectable gentlemen than our present company Selena, but if you feel more comfortable, by all means... proceed with the sheet." Coughing horribly, everyone is reminded of Mirela's current condition as she slowly slumps to the ground "Uh, I really wish we could've got the hell out of here, my health is fading I fear... Aldern may get his wish in the end after all." Pulling a blanket over herself, Mirela shivers as she tries remain warm.
Glancing behind herself anxiously, Mirela assesses the situation and yells "It's not good! Back into the house!" Breaking into a full sprint, Mirela reluctantly makes for the Foxglove Manor.
We should probably vote... run, or camp out at the Haunted House overnight. I think running could be risky since there are four separate swarms, so I'm thinking stay the night?
Realizing her plan was not a great one, Mirela quickly decides to change course of action "Seldon! I'm going to need some help!
Happy 2nd! It's rare that a PbP game gets this far, with so many original members still in attendance no less, Selena being the only later addition (though a welcome one!) after an earlier departure from Aziza.
Nodding at Barek nervously, Mirela draws her rapier more for show and heads northwest. Waiting for the carrion to see her, Mirela prepares to defend herself by dodging and weaving.
Slowly lifting her head up towards the tree, Mirela sighs quietly and despairingly mutters "Somewhere Foxglove is laughing at us... I really don't want to spend the night here."
Slowly as the feeling returns to her, Mirela gradually gets to her feet. Tired and now diseased, she looks over at the others and weakly adds "Let's go... I'm not feeling well at all right now, and I can't go on in this place any longer."
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