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Due to circumstances beyond my control relating to various aspects of my life (family, work, and health) I am afraid that, for the time being, I must leave the games for now. I apologize for not posting sooner, but, as stated, things have gotten beyond hectic in my life. I am sorry for any troubles this may pose in the games. I wish you all the best in both life and games, and who knows? Maybe in the near future I will be able to play with you all once again in a different game.
Listen, Ronza, we will still have you on. Life is rough, I know. But trust me, things will get better. They may get worse before that, but they do get better. You take care of your life for the moment, and I for one will be here with open arms to take you back when you're ready and stable enough for it.
"It is true, we do not have the supplies to do much with it. But if forced back at any point further on, this should make a good place to hide out if needed." Looking between Horgus and Anevia, Piousa holds her tongue for now. They have a history, obviously, so they should work it out at least. "Onward, then?"
I apologize for the absence. Between the festive weekend, horrible weather Monday, and spending a large amount of time at the doctors Tuesday (I'm fine, but now on several meds), I found my energy for games those days, well, sapped. Catching up now, will post ASAP.
Will not be able to post until the morning, just got engaged!
Piousa hears Horgus's suggestion and takes off after him. "Horgus, don't go anywhere too far. We don't know what is out there."
"Quiet you two. Horgus, one more outburst like that and I may have to gag you to keep the things down here from hearing you! Anevia, do you need assistance with your leg?"
Curious as to what she means by 'her father talks to her sometimes', Piousa lets it drop for now. "Agreed, a thorough inspection of the building should be done. Why, we might even be able to reclaim it if we get out of here proper!"
Stepping over to Tatyana, Piousa places a hand on her shoulder. "Are you fine? Not hurt are you?" She was really worried for her comrade now, especially at the mention of the clutching and what not. "Were you hit somewhere?"
Moving forward some, Piousa touches Tatyana on the shoulder, issuing a prayer of assistance from the Goddess of Luck.
As the nasty thing flits out, Piousa's eyes go large. Reaching over to Jens, a quick prayer leaves her lips.
Nodding, Piousa pulls her cold iron starknife out. "Well, should we leave it? But then it could come from behind us..."
"This is an old temple to Torag. But it feels, well, abandoned. These might be old Dwarf tunnels..." Unsure of what next to do, Piousa begins to step closer to it until Claylyth speaks up. "What's wrong?"
"I'm... I'm not sure, Tatyana."
Yay! Glad to hear it Shath! Also, internet has been bad at my home (well, town. We have really back connectivity but I hear that we're getting updated lines this year).
Piousa, seeing the others hesitancy, looks to Jens. "In together?"
Rejoining the others, Piousa looks to the glow. Raising a hand towards it, she mutters a soft phrase, incanting a spell.
"Hopefully we have no need of your arts, Aravashinial. But if you here Anevia here scream, summon." Turning back, she rejoins the other scale owners.
Spotting the green glow, Piousa looks a little worried. Turning to Claylyth she nods. "Agreed. You three, please follow me. Yes, that means you as well, Horgus." She guides the three back about 50 feet, handing Anevia a torch. "Once we make sure the path is clear, I'll be right back. Soon we'll all be able to dance beneath Desna's stars, friends."
"Agreed. And thank you, Jens." Putting the potions away, she falls in and travels with her comrades until the fork in the path. "Well, we can guess with some accuracy where the one goes, so we should continue on in that direction, yes?" Piousa points east at the well-kept tunnel.
Hoping for the best for you, Shath! Stay strong for the world's newest little gamer I'm sure he'll start rolling 20's on his Fortitude checks XD
Congrats! Sorry to here about the surprise, but it happens. My younger brother was born 6 weeks premature, but he is fine. I'll keep you in my thoughts, Shathira!
I was about to ask what was going on. Hope everything is fine with them.
"Here you go, Jens. As for the scales, they must have been the final gifts Terendelev gave. But why us, I wonder. Last minute need? Or did they see something in us?" Piousa wonders for a short minute before sighing. "In any case, we have the pack now and once we can determine what these potions are, I suggest we head off. Staying around with who knows how much rock and dirt above my head blocking my view of the stars is beginning to get to me." Looking back at their two injured and one stuck-up companions, she motions at them. "Come on, let's try to stay together. I know that can be tough, but better together than alone, yes?"
Piousa looks at the potions as she lowers herself back down. "I don't know what these are, but they are bubbly..." Landing, she looks at Claylyth. "When I held the other scales, I felt nothing. Well, a little sadness, some pain, but nothing magical. But the one in my hands... I felt calm, uplifted momentarily. Check it, but please return it when you are finished." With one lad glance at the scale, she then hands it over.
Looking at where the thing Tatyana was looking at, she steps forward. "I... I think I can get up there. Give me one moment." Pulling out the scale, she looks at it. "Terendelev, Desna, guide me true." Concentrating, she feels the air beneath her feet begin to stir, and a moment later she is lifted up upon a small pillar of wind.
"Jens speaks true, Horgus. We all will make out together. I swear by the Starsong and Terendelev on that point. And easy, Anevia, you do not want to strain yourself too much, lest your wounds become worse." She hears Tatyana speak to herself once more, uncertain as to how to help her. Perhaps speaking to herself is a defense mechanism, something to calm herself...
"I'm fine, thank you Tatyana. And no problem, Jens, just wish I had seen them sooner. And either one works for me, Claylyth. As long as we move forward." Looking at the three three companions incapable of defending themselves, she walks over to them. "Do you all think you can move on?"
Before she can react once more, the foul things pass on. looking to her comrades, she speaks up. "Is everyone fine? No injuries?"
Spoiler:
Piousa, barely able to hold her own stomach, glares back at the monstrosity and brings her starknife down on it once more. "No one soils my armor!"
But the sicky sensation and general disgust of the thing makes her miss her mark.
Spoiler: She looks around and frowns, before she moves over to whoever else is fighting to assist, trying her best to flank if she can, but otherwise moving adjacent to the other maggot.
Going wide-eyed, Piousa is revolted at the sight of the worms bursting forth. But knowing she needs to protect those in the group unable to defend themselves, she moves over to the second maggot and tries to attack it with her starknife.
Glancing at Jens, she nods. "A final... Gift. By Desna's name, I submit myself to making all of us, and I mean all of us..." She glances at Horgus for a moment. "Return to the star watched land above." She looks at the scale one last time before slipping into a fold in her armor. Hearing Tatyana's statement on what was further in, though her last line was definitely unique. Is she well? But she steps forward. "If that is our way forward, it is our way forward. Worry not, I have some magics to help deal with these things. Not much, sadly, but enough. I hope."
Falling to her knees, a single tear falling from her, she holds the scale close to her. She knows that Terendelev died bravely for what they loved: Kenabres. "Did... Did anyone else experience that?" She rises back to her feet, if somewhat shakily.
Piousa, seeing her fellows experiencing something, quickly hands one over to Claylyth. "What is going on?"
"Agreed. Now, let's try to fashion something for this young woman here... What are these?" Pious bends down, lifting the 5 silver scales off the ground. "Jens, what do you make of these?"
Piousa steps over and helps the others to there feet and looks them over to see if they are fine. After checking them out, if any are in need of healing, she speaks up. "Poor things... Let's see if there is anything I can do for you."[/dice]
[b]"Let us see if there is any way out, seeing as we all want to see the stars again. But some should look past there own clothes..."
"We... We were saved by Terendelev, weren't we? Oh, oh no! The Wardstone!" Piousa stares up towards the sky, though she could not see it. But her fear of what could happen was occurring. "What should we do? Can anyone see a way up?" Looking over at Jens, she nods. "At the very least, you're safe. The Starsong smiled on us both..."
Coming to, Piousa first checks to see if she can feel and move her toes. And as she begins to sit up, some lights begin to illuminate the area. "Oh... That was not pleasant... Are we in the sewers?" Slowly getting to her feet, Piousa looks around at the others present. "Is anyone hurt?"
Awesome! And congrats to all!
Piousa puts a hand to her mouth, chuckling lightly. "I'm so sorry, I should have realized sooner that Alfsigr was your horse. And I most definitely will notice, she is a fine horse." Upon hearing his statement and question, she shakes her head lightly. "No, I'm an Aasimar. One of my ancestors, supposedly on my mother's side, though I really wouldn't know, was blessed. Whether an angel or simply blessed, I don't know. But it sort of showed up in me." Pointing to the ground where her shadow was, the wings on it were fluttering softly. "About the only good thing to come of it, really, is my shadow. It's comforting, unique, truly mine. But with it come age, and I've seen many young crusaders come and go, mostly into the Worldwound. And a blessing? Well, I think I can do so." Touching her silver holy symbol, she raises her right hand before Jens. Slowly moving her fingers over the holy symbol as her hand moves slowly. "May Desna grant you easy travels, gentle dreams and the best of luck in your endeavors that lay before you." Smiling, she steps a little closer and places a hand on his shoulder. "Be ready for challenges and unexpected friends."
Smiling at Flynn, Piousa nods. "Then may your duties be safe and not too rambunctious. You have enough with a child, let alone a city. Take care and may soft dreams and easy travels lay before you." Turning to Jens she waves her hand before her face. "No flattery intended, good sir. Any little bit to help the Crusade is needed. Why, the other day I had to bless some soldiers heading north. Followers of Desna, despite the Iomedae garb." "So, this Alfsigr, a good friend of you two?"
"Aye, lass. A veteran of the Fourth Crusade, no less. Though these days I train those younger than myself in riding and shield-bearing." He gives a wry smile as he extends his free hand to the shorter woman. "I am Jens Varmodsson, one of those sworn to protect others as the great Terendelev herself protects this city. And I regret to say that I have known none by that name over my many years." Taking his hand, Piousa bows slightly. "I, my self, have seen the entirety of the Third, though much of it was in my youth, and the Fourth. Dark times the Third, but let us remember to not turn inward when the threats lay outward." Pulling her hand away and setting it on one of the stars on her armor. "Piousa of the Stars, at your service, good Varmodsson. And I am sure the youth you train are strong of heart and arm as you are." As she ends her sentence, she turns towards Flynn. "We should go over towards the tourneys. No where in Kenabres will you see so many with large dreams together on Armasse as the tourney." Moving her hand to her holy symbol, she smiles. "And if it's one thing I truly enjoy, it is dreams. That is, of course, only if you two..." Motioning to Flynn and Jens, "...have no where else to be."
Nodding at the foreign dwarf, Piousa turns to Flynn. Smiling warmly she stretches a hand out towards the crowds. "I am greatly enjoying the festivities, my good crusader. Armasse may be a military holiday for the most, but just look at the happy faces and tell me they don't warm the soul and ease you knowing that you'll have fair dreams this night." Chuckling softly, she looks him in the eye. If his eyes were sharp enough, he'd see her shadow's wings flit softly, almost playfully. "And you, good sir? Are the festivities to your liking?" As the Ulfen man who Flynn appears to know, she smiles at him as well, a slight twitch to her ears as she does. "Another upstanding crusader? It amazes me every year how many come from far and wide to Kenabres. Tell me, sir, in your travels have you ever heard of a man who is known by the title 'of the Stars'? Or perhaps seen someone who wears armor not unlike my own?"
Walking among the crowds, a joyous and festive attitude in the air, Piousa practically can smell the fun in the air (it was actually sweet pies and mead, but it was close enough). She looks about, seeing scholars giving lessons so those listening may learn from other's mistakes and accomplishments. Crusaders give mock battles for the enjoyment of those watching, a bard standing nearby to regale the crowd with a blow-by-blow of the battle that they were meant to be seeing. And of course, there were the clerics and paladins of Iomedae, out in full force and regalia. Everywhere she looked she saw the Inheritor's emblem flying. Her hand goes her pendant, a silver holy symbol to the Starsong, Desna. A shame that Desna's faith is not much more widespread. But may gentle dreams fill their minds for Armasse and longer. As she makes her rounds, stopping to watch a play or hear of some battle from the early stages of the Crusade, sh hears a dwarf speaking from nearby. "Oh, a newcomer to Mendev then?" She smiles at the dwarf kindly. "Give it time, the Worldwound is a place I would not dare send my worst enemy, my friend. Mendev though, and Kenabres in particular, are at least civilized." Looking over to the tourney at hand, she smiles. "Tell me of your land, for as you, I know little else than what news newcomers to the Crusade tell of the outside world. I dream of travelling far and wide one day, but for now, Kenabres needs me as much as I need it. Are you, perhaps, from the Five King's Mountains?"
And Piousa's background has been slightly edited!
Heads up: Piousa will be getting a small overhaul of their background, but nothing to major (just want to add a few small things)
No problem, I'm just mildly OCD and like lists. @Tim Woodhams: Now that I look at your profile some more, you're right. I apologize for the confusion on it.
Sorry if I'm overstepping here, but my OCD was acting up some and I had to do this. Melee
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