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Yeah, unfortunately I think I will drop out. University has been taking up quite a lot of my time recently so I haven't been able to be as active in any of my games (PBP or physical) as I would like. So perhaps it's best for me to take this chance to give myself a bit of extra breathing room. Rasellia and Silvester are pretty closely linked so perhaps they both realize that they're not quite up for adventuring? I was enjoying the game and wish you all the best continuing it.
Rasellia continues to hold her hands up defensively, unable to attack whilst pressed so close.
Can't talk for Silvester but I just got caught up in a busy but productive week. Sorry once again.
"I see one!" Rasellia says excitedly. As she does she moves her hands, describing a circle in the air which begins to thrum with concentrated gravity.
Unfortunately she jogs her arm against the confines of the cave wall and the gravity shoots entirely of target, smashing merely a section of the rock. "Blast!" She exclaims.
Rasellia doesn't spot the incoming attack but luckily the tiny creature's attack is absorbed by the toughed hide of the leather under her dress. She breathes a sigh of relief but sees that she is surrounded on all sides. "Someone help please!" she yelps, and holds her hands over her face defensively.
Rasellia blushes, wringing her hands in her skirts, and moves into position with the rest of the party without talking. Ember is certainly more risque than she is used to. She shoots Silvester a thankful look.
Rasellia steps up behind Keldor. "Um, Jinkins" she says after explaining her negotiations, leaving out how nervous she had been.
Rasellia nods. "In that case yes, we will help you." She gingerly extends a hand to shake, secretly hoping that the creature chooses not too.
Rasellia thinks for a moment, pulls out her notebook and flicks through it, then puffs out her cheeks and says: "Um, nothing I am afraid, simply have not heard hide nor hair of the things before. Sorry." She looks reproachful for a moment before continuing. "I still think we can help you though. They are in the cavern to the north you say?" "Dacă nu altceva, evitarea unei lupte ar fi bună" she says sideways to Silvester in Varisian. Varisian: "If nothing else, avoiding a fight would be good."
"Um, I suppose that sounds acceptable Sef" Rasellia says and swallows nervously. She does not trust these creatures, and she knows them to be wicked, but having to fight and perhaps kill them would hardly be a just action in itself. "Ei sunt răi, dar poate că putem raționa împreună cu ei?" she says softly in Varisian to Silvester, knowing that he can understand her. She feels that he should at least know what they are getting themselves in for. "I will ask my friends," she says, turning back to the Skulks "but I believe that we will be able to help you, um, folks. Do you have any idea what type of creatures live in this cavern? Are they vicious undead ghouls? I have heard that the smell of rotting corpses in subterranean locales like this can attract their cannibalistic hunger. Or perhaps more of the metallic machines that I have seen here in Numeria. That would be fascinating although unlikely I suppose. Then again there was talk of the Councilman recovering robots from down here so maybe some are left. If they are constructs I do not suppose that I could take a few samples?" She stops, realizing that she was rambling, and finishes lamely: "So, um, yes, what type of creatures are they exactly?" Varisian: "They are evil, but perhaps we can reason with them?"
Rasellia tries to signal non-verbally to her party that she'd rather not talk. Shaking her head and waving a finger, but before she can make herself clear, she has been nominated. Oh no she thinks this is not good. Not only does Rasellia know almost nothing about how to behave outside of a castle or library but she knows full well how likely she is to misspeak. Still she thinks I have been nominated, and I must help my friends. Besides, Silvester can be charming at times, I will just leave the talking to him. She prepares to step forward but turns to the others before doing so. "Byddaf yn gwneud fy ngorau. Peidiwch â gadael iddynt fwyta i mi. Os gwelwch yn dda." She says softly in Ustalav accented Hallit. She steps forward toward the creatures and takes a curtsy, holding her black skirts as she bobs at the ankles. That at least she is perfectly capable of doing. "Um, it seems that I will be representing us" she says to the creatures. "I am Rasellia Seraphaelis, I am sure that we can reach a compromise. She tries to keep a smile on her face and her voice steady, thinking about every word before she says it. She hopes that Silvester will be able to present a better image than she does. Hallit: I will try my best. Do not let them eat me. Please.
Rasellia keeps her mouth shut. There are already many of her friends talking and the creature seemed to ask for only two of them to step forward. So she stands still, eyes flicking back and forth her fingers twitching. She is ready to use powers but I do so hope that we will be able to resolve this peacefully she thinks. Although as she stands she tries to remember if she knows anything about these things.
Rasellia looks somber at the discovery of another body. She listlessly says "Yes, let us keep moving" Then sighs. She simply hopes that coming down here won't simply be the continual discovery of more and more bodies.
Rasellia looks into the darkness of the next room, but does not see anything of note. She hopes for a moment of peace.
Rasellia's face lowers. "You are right I suppose Basil, I imagine that we are too late." She quickly adds "Oh and do not use fire, it could cause the mold to expand rapidly and kill us all. She sighs again. I hope that someone is alive down here.
Rasellia gasps, remembering the rusty substance. "That is brown mold!" she says rapidly "It can knock people unconscious, we should hurry over there, that person might still be alive!"
Rasellia shivers as she walks into the frosty passage. She pauses walking for a moment to remove a black linen scarf from her pack and wrap it around her neck. She then contents her self to tuck her hands under her armpits and try to stop her teeth from chattering. "What is that over there,another robot?" Rasellia asks as she sees another slumped figure. After a second more observation she says "Oh wait is it a corpse?" Then realizing both the graveness of what she just said, and the callousness of saying it just after Hali found her poor brother. "Um, sorry" she finishes lamely. Well that was terrible of me she scolds herself I had best make myself useful after that blunder. Nodding to herself she studies the figure and withdraws her notebook ready to write down her findings.
"Hmmm, interesting" she muses, her interest allowing her to ignore the horror of the situation "I think I've heard of something like this before.
Rasellia is certain that she has read about something that would cause rusted stands like this before. She opens her mouth to tell the rest of the party but stops as she thinks she hears a sound behind her.
She shrieks in surprise but gets herself under control quickly. She listens as Ember and Basil talk and then, with teeth chattering and breath fogging says "Um, yes I suppose if they have not chosen to attack us then we do not need to worry about them yet. We should still be careful though after all as you said they may have some nefarious reason for sneaking about, I do hope they do not though, how nice would it be to find something we could talk to down here. I bet there is all sorts of interesting things we could find out. Not that that is our goal of course.
All good Default.
Rasellia walks along with a distracted look on her face, thinking of both the horrid deaths that have occurred down here and the fascinating art. She wonders about it's origins as she taps a pen against her chin in thought, not realizing she is leaving a black smudge.
Rasellia gasps as she sees the body. I always knew that the situation was dire, but two dead... She gasps softly as she hears Hali admonish the figure that she now realizes was Hali's brother. Rasellia holds a black lace handkerchief to her face as she blinks rapidly to avoid weeping. Finallly she composes herself and simply says "I am deeply sorry Hali." She considers offering to have the body brought to her parents to be revived, but she remembers how necromancy is viewed away from home, and thinks better of it. Eventually she composes herself and turns to the chalk drawings. Even through the pallor of sadness they are fascinating. "I wonder..." she muses to herself.
Rasellia remembers the cover of the book, it was green, marked with an illustration of a tentacled horror and the title
She remembers seeing a poorly inked image of one of these things. "Blindheims" she announces "That is what those things were. Fascinating creatures, they have a just marvellous way of disabling their prey as you saw. The light stuns their prey and then it feeds on the disabled creatures, often whilst they are still alive. She smiles having remembered this esoteric fact, but quickly looks down at her feet realising that she has misspoken. Well I'm glad that you two have regained your eyesight in either case. Let us proceed, we have people to rescue.
Yeah, sucks but luckily fixed now. So GM I am going to have a go at identifying that creature, but I'm not sure know what knowledge I should be rolling. I've gone for dungeoneering as I am fairly sure history or arcana would not help with knowing about this thing but since I don't know it's creature type I'm not sure if that will help. How do you want to do knowledge rolls going forward?
"Silvester, Keldor, are you okay?" Rasellia asks as she runs forward to look the two men over. They both do not look harmed, but by the way that they are blinking she would guess that the creature's flash of light did not affect them positively. Thinking of that creature... Rasellia wonders if she has ever read about a creature like that before.
Hey, made it back to a functioning computer. Got my post up, so don't worry about botting me.
As the creature's eyes flash and Rasellia sees Silvester recoil in pain, she quickly resolves herself to kill this foul frog-like being. She reaches out to the plane of shadow, letting it's crushing power gather in her hands. With a thrust forward fist - reminiscent of a jab in the basic boxing forms she learned for fitness, a blast of high pressure shoots forward, bending the air like a lens.
She cringes as the blast goes wildly off target, whipping some of the water into the air.
I mean, Silvester's backstory does talk about how he's a bit of a glory-hound and somewhat brash as well. I can't talk on behalf on his player but mechanically as a swashbuckler he's going to have a bad time if he's not near the front. However I'll leave this to be decided by him and Keldor *shrug*.
Rasellia hurries to catch up with the rest of the party, realizing that she has fallen behind. Would not want to be alone down here. She thinks with a shiver as she looks over the mushrooms and damp walls. The frog like creature shocks Rasellia from her daydreaming. With a shriek she shifts her gaze from the interesting flora that she had been looking at to the hideous creature. Part of her wants to observe the creature, perhaps study it's habits, the larger part recognizes it as hostile and wants it to go away.
My plan is to basically be at the back of the party at all times since I'm the only real ranged character. So I'll wait till the rest of the party moves to move up, otherwise feel free to keep me moving with the back of the party Default.
"Well?" asks Rasellia, her fear at this morbid situation finally being overtaken by her curiosity "does anyone know her?" She then looks around the dank cave. This is not really what I had in mind when I set out for a scholarly journey she thinks. She quickly appends no no, I must not think like that, this will be a fascinating learning experience and I will not get anything from it if all I do is sulk. Thinking this she takes out her notebook and begins cataloguing some of the fungus down here. As her study pulls her eyes to the cave ahead she says. Um, I am not the most skilled at spelunking, what should out next move be?"
Hey guys, let's wait till we get the results of our knowledge checks back before moving on, there might be more that we want to do here.
Rasellia does not like the arguing, but once things have calmed down she simply adds. "Um, yes, I think we should all stay together as well. I am glad that we got that sorted." Before walking over to Silvester who is inspecting the corpse. "Find anything, um, interesting?" she asks, keeping her dark-eyed gaze as far from the body as possible.
Rasellia runs up to Silvester through the smoke of Basil's impressive attack, Please be okay, please be okay she thinks frantically as she does. Reaching Silvester and finding him unharmed, she gives a deep sigh of relief. Looking around her she finds the beetles all dispatched by the same blast of thunder and metal. She is torn between concern for her friend, and awe at the mighty attack. She has of course heard of the firearms common both here in Numeria and elsewhere in Golarion, but she has never actually seen one in action before, never heard the furious retort of gunpowder. Her train of thought is broken as Silvester and Basil begin to argue. She wants to intervene but can't muster the courage, so instead she simply stands still, looking at her feet and twirling a loose strand of her hair. She finds herself squeezing her eyes shut, she has never liked when people argue. Eventually she opens her eyes as Basil apologizes and both parties seem placated. "Um, I am glad that you are okay" she says softly to Silvester as she brushes small shards of metal and large amounts of dust from his otherwise-fine jacket. She does not know what to say to Basil, but resolves to put this event behind her. I am sure Basil would not be so incautious as to actually wound Silvester she reassures herself, but finds herself appending, I hope. With that situation resolves she returns to her position in the party, feeling much calmer until she spots the dead half-orc. She lets out an involuntary high-pitched shriek before clapping her hands over her mouth. After a moment she feels confident that she will not scream, removes her hands and says: "Terribly sorry about that, I was just, um, I was - surprised, that is the word. Sorry I forgot the word I was looking for. Is that thing really dead? I mean, of course is that person really dead? would not be very correct of me to say 'thing'. How do you think they died, I hope it was those beetles, um, not that I hope they are dead at all, I just would not want there to be anything further in that could kill a person. They being the person, not the beetles, which are certainly dead, right? She pauses briefly before adding "Um, sorry."
Rasellia considers keeping her powers hidden, but seeing Silvester take a bite, and remembering how serious this situation is, she reaches out to the negative energy plane and pulls forth a crushing power. She holds the power in both hands, before projecting it forward, willing the intense sphere of gravitational pull forward in a zone of crushingly high pressure. She holds in an apology as she does so.
She exhales a deep breath after throwing out the blast, she has never really gotten used to the sensation.
Take as much time as you need man, I can wait.
Rasellia keeps her hands pressed to her chest to stop them shaking as she looks around the dank room. She shivers in the cool, she has stripped down to her shift in order to swim more easily but she moves her hands awkwardly trying to keep herself covered. There is nothing to be embarrassed about she tries to convince herself. Her shift does cover from her shoulders to her knees but she still feels awkward not wearing her dress. She takes her dress out of the oiled bag it is in and considers putting it back on even for just a minute before moving on when she is surprised by an enormous metal figure stepping into existence. She almost turns and runs but instead stands still and breathes heavily as Keldor gives his explanation. She calms down slightly once it is clear that this is not another clockwork monstrosity come to kill her, but she still seems out of breath. "You could have said you were going to do that" She says softly, but she knows that she should have expected strange powers from this group. Now that she has calmed down she begins to frantically scribble down notes about the mechanical figure after pulling her notebook from her bag. Whilst she decides to hold off on questions for now, the look in her eyes says that she will have plenty later. Once she has finished her notes she says, in a voice made much happier by the promise of further research, "Um, I suppose that we should begin to explore. I would prefer to walk further away from any threats, if that is alright. She does not mention her powers, but even without her being more effective at range she would rather stay away from any slavering beasts. "But Silvester is a masterful swordsman, perhaps he could join you at the front. What do you think Silvester?" After saying this she surreptitiously slips behind a rock and puts her dress back on, it feels terrible over a damp shift but she is much more comfortable not showing off her calves. She does not look forward to changing back out of it when she needs to swim again.
Yep I think we're done here unless anyone else can think of anything. On to go get water-breathing cast then down to the caves methinks.
Rasellia nods along as Dolga speaks. A wise old woman like her must have a great deal of wisdom to share, perhaps when we are done with this quest I will be able to come back and talk to her. Rasellia would like that, any chance to ask someone so clearly knowledgeable some questions is a good one in her mind. However as the councillor speaks her face quickly begins to drop from rapt interest to barely concealed fear. So we will enter through a pool of water. Rasellia has never been a particularly good swimmer. There is also the fact that the pool could possibly be filled with toxic chemicals and acids. She knows full well that she has strong constitution, but willingly exposing herself to eldritch toxins is still a poor prospect.That is not to mention the mysterious group that vanished into it prompting this whole investigation. She tugs a lock of her hair in worry. Five missing parties! she thinks in shock. She has known that some people had already gone missing, but five separate expeditions! All, from Dolga's description, had been experienced as well. If she had not already thouroughly made up her mind about this mission she would be tempted to withdraw, with her apologies of course. She swallows deeply and vows silently to soldier on, at least for a while. Invisible people and gremlins! Rasselia feels a bit faint as Dolga casually mentions these threats. She has never even seriously hurt a person, let alone murdered anyone. Even if whoever is lurking down there is see-through they are still a person and she is not sure if she will be comfortable inflicting harm on them. She tries to take notes on the mission but finds her hands shaking too badly. "Oh dear" she whispers, more to herself than anyone. Her doubts are assuaged somewhat by being told that a water-breathing spell with be available but she only worries further at the mention of transients going missing. Silvester and her are transients, and despite the councillors reassurances that there have been no reports of such things, she cannot help but fret. She hopes that her talents and Silvester's blade will be enough to protect them both not only from the threats in the caves but anyone else who may wish to do them harm. In her distracted state she pays no mind to the others talking amongst themselves, she can barely hear her own thoughts, let alone the others in the room. Although she is vaguely aware of Basil saying something embarrassing, and Ember doing something embarrassing. Finally at the mention of four-thousand gold in payment she does not know what to think. That amount was but pocket change to her parents who often wasted more in a night paying for magical reagents and materials. However she had not actually brought much gold with her here to Numeria. It was her parents intention and her's that she would be on her own besides Silvester, and this included financial aid. Still she thinks what would I even spend gold on out here? With lodgings secured there was not much else she would need. I suppose I could save it in case anything comes up. Or maybe donate it to charity. This thought intrigues her and the first sentence that she says properly out-loud in some time is: "Is there an organisation that could use monetary aid in exploring the ruins in town? Or um, a home for unfortunate halflings?
"Yes, yes, um, just friends..." Rasellia trails off, seeing that the conversation has moved. She hopes that she gave the right impression, she likes Silvester of course, but has always thought of him as a younger brother more than anything. Oh, we are going now? she thinks, noticing the sudden movement from Hali and Ember things certainly are 'all go' here. She begins to bustle around gathering her things, before realizing that she is already carrying everything she needs, what with her and Silvester having just arrived in town. "Um, well, I suppose I am ready to go when everyone is. Yes. Um, when we are all ready." She lapses into silence, for a moment before sitting down. "Silvester," she says "I don't suppose you could see if there is any tea available. I might sit and read until we are ready to go." With that she opens a book who's cover reads 'Effects of Earthfall: A Collection of Analysis' and begins to quickly read it. I must try to relax she thinks, "I am certain everything will turn out fine.
"Well, um" Rasellia twirls her fingers in her hair as Silvester talks to her. "I do see what you mean, and I suppose it might certainly be a little dangerous, but..." She takes a deep breath and says rapidly. "But they do so need our help, I mean this whole situation is just ever so terrible for the people of Torch and no one else seems to be being very successful. I mean I cannot be sure that we are going to be more successful but you are very skilled with that rapier and these powers of mine have got to come in useful for something you know, I have had them for quite a few years and have not really used them. I am sure you can keep me safe and we can't just abandon out new friends can we? Besides I am certain nothing will happen to me, I am very hardy and I do so want to help! Mother and Father would not be angry as long as you tried your best. So can we please stay? I mean, we are staying, and that's final! If that's okay with you?" With this said she turns from Silvester blushing. Oh he probably was not pleased by that. I probably should have been less forceful, or more so she bunches her hands in her skirts in frustration Oh I do not know at all! She tries to clear her head, and tries to focus on the rest of the conversation. She noticed both Val and Ember speaking as she was talking to Silverster, but did not catch what they were saying. She turns back just in time to catch the very end of Hali's speech. "Oh um, yes" she chimes in, trying somewhat awkwardly to step back into the conversation. "Mainly history, my scholarly focus, and yes, unfortunately I have not had much of a chance to practice anything that I have read about. Um, I am hoping that I will have a chance to do so here in Torch, if that is possible." For a moment she considers addressing her powers, since Hali clearly noticed them. Maybe if I do not mention them everyone will forget she hopes fervently. Upon realizing what Hali's last few words were she quickly remarks "Oh no Silverster and I are just old friends, um, yes. She blushes.
Rasellia looks over the bedrolls. They are charmingly rustic part of her thinks, but the rest was not certain how good sleeping on the floor would feel. Still she thinks, I came out here to Numeria to get life experience, I suppose this is exactly what I was looking for. However she cannot rouse the same excitement as Keldor seems to be able to. He seems like the kind of boy -and she cannot help but think of him as a boy, despite their apparently similar ages- that gets exited when a gang on bandits rob the town. She has always preferred reading to fighting, and really doesn't mind if people don't think of her as a hero. "I am only a scholar but..." she begins. Despite her reservations, torch certainly seems to need someone to help. She was not experienced in fighting, but perhaps these powers of hers could finally be useful for something. "But I will also help find Khonir, and I too would like to see the Torch restored, I think it would be wonderful to see." She presses her fingers together nervously before also taking one of the bedrolls. She hopes that she will be of help, she would so hate to be a burden.
Rasellia runs up to her friend Hali first. "Oh are you alright Hali?" she asks and the breaks into a sudden rush of speech, like a dam has been burst. I'm terribly sorry that you have been hurt. Oh if only I had been more certain of my attack perhaps I could have spared you this. Not that I am not happy that you managed to restrain the thing without destroying it. Um, good job on that by the way. I thought it was particularly impressive how you disabled it, you must know ever so much about machines. I don't suppose you could teach me one day? But not today of course, with the arm and all, and, stuff... She lapses into silence and steps back blushing. She breaths a soft sigh of relief as Hali applies some sort of curative device to her arm, and her interest in this contraption quickly outweighs her previous regret. Her pencil makes rapid notes on the page as she walks over to the defeated construct.
Rasellia drops her notebook and pencil in shock as Basil delivers a killing blow with her blunderbuss. She drops to her knees without a thought to retrieve them. This is not very ladylike a voice in her head says as she scrabbles around on all fours. Her embarrassment only makes the process take even longer as with on hand she tries to hold her skirts in place, finally she stands, but her hair has fallen out of it's bun and covered her face. Eyes down, she puts it back up as she watches the construct and listens to Keldor talk. For an instant she is worried, but is pleased when Basil does not seem to react to Keldors comments. I have probably already offended the poor lady terribly she thinks, I am glad that she seems not to be taking issue. As Basil makes her final, somewhat macabre comment, she steps closer to Silvester, glad for the sharp foil he holds. "Um, yes quite." she says, turning to Val "I am Rasellia Serapaelis, a pleasure to meet you. Did you cause this construct to go berserk?" She realises immediately her mistake "I mean do you know what caused it? Sorry..."
Thanks a bunch Default, much appreciated.
Hey Default, happy to try out new systems but I'm not entirely confident in this 'free form combat' idea. Next time I'd love a little more structure, even just an initiative order.
Yep, all RL issues resolved on my end. Can't talk for Silvester's player unfortunately. And thanks for the help Hali, much appreciated.
Rasellia, stunned by the appearance of the mechanical beast, was not sure how to respond. At first she is worried about damaging the creature. I know that it is dangerous she thinks but I still wouldn't want to damage a priceless artifact! Then when it becomes clear that the rest of her party does not seem to be worried about hurting it, she worries further. She certainly trusts her party, especially Hali, who had always seemed very smart in her letters. However she worries about using her powers, she understands that the plane of negative energy is not usually considered a good thing to be connected to. She has never understood why people think this, but she understands that they do. Then when the mechanical monster batters it's powerful metal limb into Hali, the crushing noise of the impact galvanises Rasellia into action. She steps forward to within range of the construct she calls on her powers. The powers of the void rush through her veins and with a thrust forward of her hands a concussive wave of gravity bursts toward the enemy.
"Terribly sorry!" she yells as her blast of force smashes part of the stone wall to pieces, missing the construct entirely.
Hey all, sorry for the lack of posts for the past few days, been rather busy with RL stuff. Should be back to regular posting now. I should have a gameplay post up later today. In regards to rules, I'm fine going above and beyond them, as long as us the players are consulted first. Honestly breaking the rules can be plenty fun, it just needs to be consistent and okayed first. Quick question, if we are in combat, shouldn't we be in initiative?
Rasellia endures the long walk to the top of black hill easily. This walk is good She thinks I probably won't have time for my usual routine today. As she walks, Basil matches her stride and talks to her. As she listens she grows progressively more embarrass. "Oh I am terribly sorry," she says when Basil has finished "Your question completely slipped my mind. I did not mean to cause offence, I really am so so sorry." She bows her head a few times and wrings her hands before continuing. "It is just that I have read a great deal about Numeria, and you were acting, um, strange, not bad strange! oh heavens no. I just thought, perhaps you were an android, and I ever so wanted to meet one, I did not mean to offend. I think you are doing a wonderful job at, um, hiding yourself, it is just, the way you spoke about those who vanished in the tunnels, and your skin, so smooth..."She lapses into an awkward silence that continues for the rest of the journey. Once reaching the top of the hill she perks up, taking a pen from her hair to write notes about the pool of sludge. This is all fascinating she thinks, making sure to get down as many details as she can. Preoccupied as she is, she doesn't notice Basil getting some of the liquid until she has already drank it. Rasellia watches the trasnformation that overcomes her with worry, and then, once it is clear that is not going to harm her, interest. It really is like nothing she has ever seen before. Her hand scribbles faster to note down everything. She listens to what Hali has to say on the matter, and begins to blush. "Um, of course, I have no interest in drinking that sludge, and I think I am actually from your west. But, um, Hali" she begins, thinking back to the string of curses "I can also speak Hallit."
Cool, sorry, didn't seem to spot that. I had an answer lined up and I'll put it in my next post. Sorry for the confusion.
Hey Basil, what question is it that you asked me? I must have missed it and can seem to locate it on re-reading. Let me know cause Rasellia would be happy to answer questions and I'll hold off on posting till then.
Rasellia is flustered at the rapid-fire conversation that goes back and forth across the table. Keldor seems to be somewhat out of his depth here, something that she understands well. Ember and Basil seem to share some previous relationship that she does not know about. A real android she thinks I knew Numeria would be different but I did not expect it this quickly. Silvester's comment could be construed as cheeky, or at least somewhat presumptuous, but he has always been a little like that, and besides she is too enraptured with everything else to really notice. She listens closely too Basil's explanation of her anatomy, taking notes as she does. She blushes slightly as Basil covers specifics in more detail than she would have expected, but resists the urge to avert her eyes. Finally, Keldor suggests what he had clearly been working toward. Heroes, what a strange idea, although I suppose he does look quite young, perhaps Silvester's age. Although, she supposes that investigating Baine's disappearance would be a good chance to study the ruins, not to mention how much help it would be to torch to have him back. The conversation seems to lapse for a moment so she opens her mouth to speak. "Um, I think that we, um" she realises that she has no idea what she was going to say. She blushes and pauses for a moment before continuing in a more sure voice. "I think that it would certainly be a good idea to rescue this mister Baine. But as you said Ember, many people have already vanished looking, and um, what is to say we won't also, um, disappear. Not that I think we would of course. It is just, I am just a scholar. I don't really think I am cut out to be a hero." She says this and then looks away from the table, down at her booted feet. She feels as though things are moving far too quickly, perhaps finding Khonnir Baine would be a good idea but she barely knows most of the people at this table. She sits like this for a moment until, before anyone else can speak she says. "Although, um, I suppose we could help with the search. Maybe, find some information to help with the effort. She looks to Silvester, he has always seemed the adventurous type. With him to help her she thinks she could handle looking for some clues. Perhaps once she has gotten to know these people better she would be happier going looking directly. "Hali," she continues "you said something about the thing he brought back with him, and also the Torch fire going out right. I do not really know my way around town, but perhaps we could look into them, see if we can find anything out? Especially the fire, that seems important. If, that is, if it is okay with you that is..." She trails off, still flustered, things are moving far too quickly. She cannot help but feel like they will be ending up inside those caves, and whilst Keldor seems ready for heroics, she is certainly not. She hopes Silvester is more together than she is.
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