Thanks ^^ Thistletop was oodles of fun, next time Em is so taking her diary with her though to save on a huge diary entry when she gets home!!
The player of Deivan has changed characters, as an RP heavy group there were a lot of chats with poor Deivan having a few breakdowns and Em especially wanting him to be alright the conclusion of some downtime being good for him was reached. It just turns out our little 'hero' in the making was far too prone to breakdowns when faced with eaten faces, people encased in molten glass and other such joys.
Deivan is currently an idea for a replacement character for the group should one of us die! A level or a few in the watch steadying his nerves should hopefully put him in an adventuresome mood again :)
Fireday 18th Lamashan
Dear Diary,
Today was pretty great. Not as great as I'd hoped but we'll get into that later. Tonight was the birthday party for the Heroes of Sandpoint, Tammer and Deivan. After a lot of discussion and setting up sis and I made sure we had the perfect party set up for them, their friends, lots of pretty ladies, drinks and presents. We even set up treasure hunts to lead them to their gifts, making Tammer's even halfway challenging for him was a chore but with Ami's help we translated a lot of the clues into Minkai to make it a little trickier. Deivan however we struggled to make sure the clue would definately get him to his destination, we didn't want to lose him in the streets of Sandpoint, we wanted to get him to his gift and back in roughly one piece!
As for what we got them giftwise; Tammer was a pain! I really wanted to get him something special, but for the mostpart sis and I drew blanks for a while, he seems to have eveything he wants and be doing so well for himself. Eventually we (I say we, it was mostly Es' idea) settled on commissioning a travelling scholar's pack for him, a pad, pen and inks that will travel well and a good waterproof bag. I still worry it's not the best we could have done but I'm struggling to think of anything better. Deivan however is an easy man to please, buy him that repeating crossbow he's been eyeing for years and the company of one of the Pixie's finest women for an hour or so and he's a happy, happy boy! The grin never left his face from the second he returned to the Dragon until the end of the evening, I really think we made his day.
Unfortunately it was someone else's birthday too, I can't believe I was so stupid as to forget Tammer's twin, he's dark, he's quiet but he's still vaguely around. I hate that we didn't get him something small, on the offchance that he would turn up. I really need to be more forward thinking and a little less impulsive sometimes. How I'd forgotten him when it wasn't that many years ago that my youthful optimism thought it would maybe be cute if the Mvashti sisters ended up with Headmaster Gandethus' adopted sons.
Speaking of which, Es' NTS. I finally found her diary again and need to apologise for all I put her through, I really can't help the way I am sometimes, sorry I keep almost dying! But I digress, she left me a note in her diary and her words struck me: 'I do feel it is a very good idea to record your real thoughts, less you forget them or they become twisted or distorted' She wrote this in response to my entry of the 9th of Lamashan, and more specifically the 'kiss' from Tammer. So on her advice (as much as I loath to admit it sometimes she is the wise one) I'm going to be a little more honest with myself and my records, what's the point of keeping a diary if you lie to yourself or omit things from it?
Tonight I spent a lot of the evening wanting to kiss Tammer. It's his birthday afterall so if it all went horribly wrong I could blame it on the festivities and the drinking. I really do like him, but, there are so many buts. It's hard not to feel awkward when you have a meddling twin, I sometimes feel as though some of my emotions are there because she's pushed me that way because she's decided it's 'Desna's will'. Then his brother was there so that would be kind of weird, what if they wanted to catch up? I rarely see them in each other's company. Then there's Deivan, it was his birthday too and while he insists I'm 'scary' now and seemed more than happy with the company we bought for him I can't help but feel things are a little resolved after that one 'date'. Then, to top all of that off there's Aldern, I really feel like I connected with him, and promised to keep in touch with him, as he did with me and I intend to keep that promise and hope to hear from him soon. I just feel, lost. I want to end up with someone special but not mess up and end up hurting my friends. So there, Es, now you know. If you use this against me I'll.. do something not pleasant to you! Or worse! I'll damage our beloved bed! Or something to that effect.
So yes, drinking dancing and merriment all around but I chickened out of the kiss I'd planned, a mixed day all around really,
~Em
Moonday 22nd Lamashan
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure where to start. I feel a little empty and lost. I want to sneak out to save them all from getting hurt but I just know Tammer will be watching the house like a hawk. I just want him to understand that it's because I care so much about him and about sis that I want to do this. It's just a pack of ghouls, I can handle them right?
But I guess I should start at the start, this may very well be my last entry and I should do it some justice. I should take the time to explain myself whilst I wait for everyone who plans on stopping me falls asleep. I just wish I had a way of forcing sleep upon them all, it's for their own good. Nobody is going to get hurt on my behalf.
Today we, the 'heroes' of Sandpoint were called together along with Tanrov by the sheriff. Last night there was a murder and not just any murder, a ghastly disturbing ritualised thing and apparently it was the second of it's kind lately. Reminded of Chopper I felt a little sickened to begin with but then a message was given to me, a letter addressed to me that had been pinned to one of the bloody corpses, it read;
'You will learn to love me, desire me in time as she did. Give yourself to the Pack and it shall all end.
Your Lordship'
Of course after the worry and upset over having to read such a thing my path was clear. I had to find this pack and give myself over to it, it's as simple as that I have a chance of defending myself most of the populace of Sandpoint however do not. Unfortunately I had no idea what or where this pack was and the more learned individuals in our little merry band refused to voice opinions. I know Tam and Es care for me but they need to see that I'm strong enough to do this.
So instead we were pulled into investigations of the murder at the lumber mill. Poor Ivor Thorn had been the one to discover the scene, his workmate Harker & Katrine Vinder brutalised. Her body thrown through the saw and his, skin shredded, jaw taken that infernal 7-pointed star engraved into his flesh. Glorli wanted to be utterly thorough, Tanrov tracked the culprit but lost the trail and poor sis got forced to closely observe the bodies as she knows a little about healing, for once I was almost halfway glad that I'm the stupid one. Tammer and I however looked around a bit, but it was sickening, we took our leave as soon as we could there's only so much body poking you can do before it becomes redundant - we had some clues they didn't need to keep prodding at the blood and gore. I guess Glorli's trying to work out how strong the culprit was by asking if I could lift a struggling man and pin him to a wall didn't help. Apparently I'm now in the category of 'freakishly' strong and because I can fight it seems to be forgotten that I am still a young woman, just because I've fought a few small battles it doesn't mean that I don't get upset by these things and that I've worked out my strength to all of it's practical limitations!
Oh, to make matter worse - Stanus, poor, poor Stanus. That poor boy has no luck! First he finds Tsuto's body, then he's having to work with a twitchy Deivan and now being charged with guarding the murder scene. I really just want to hug him and protect him sometimes, he's seen enough.
After the poking of things inside the mill we decided to have a quick talk with Mr Quink over the star symbol, as it seems so important in all of this. The sage seemed tired, I don't think he's slept much ever since Tammer started providing more information on what's below Sandpoint and the stuff that's at Thistletop. It seems long ago (about 10,000 years) there was a group of magic users known as the Thelosian's and the star was their symbol. It's called Shederon or something and was meant to represent the schools of magic and the 7 virtues - wealth, fertility, honest pride, eager striving, abundance, righteous anger and rest. Unfortunately the empire became far from righteous and the symbol got twisted, corrupted to mean quite the opposite, and here's me wearing the symbol around my neck. I like to think the medallion I wear was crafted when it stood for all that was good in the world, anything else doesn't bear thinking about.
With the new information in mind people started worrying and overthinking, bringing up the idea that maybe the note was addressed to me because I'm wearing Nualia's medallion, that I'm supposed to be the new Nualia in some big evil organisation, the 'pack'. I know I'm not the most tactful of people but I think today is the bluntest I've ever seen my friends. Yells of 'They want you to birth demon babies!' and the like whilst walking through the streets of Sandpoint was not helpful in the slightest, especially when passersby stopped and stared.
Tammer was quick on his feet as usual and is now creating a new play, one involving undead - vampires probably, evil monsterous babies, maybe a werewolf or two and a hero that weilds a crossbow, all quite adventuresome and a good cover for the next time we all start yelling at each other over these things.
At least our yelling made it easy for the sheriff to find us, having given us time to investigate of our own volition he tracked s down to give us details of the first murder. In a barn down in Cougar Creek the bodies of three conmen were discovered in a similar state to the two in the lumber mill, disfigured and the Shederon star carved into one of them. Their bodyguard a Varisian thug called Savilla survived but was driven insane and was taken to the Saintly Haven of Respite. There was a letter on one of the bodies as well, thankfully this time it wasn't addressed to any of us the sheriff gave it to Tammer who fast appears to be developing into our unofficial leader. I feel so guilty, he said what was on the piece of paper but I still felt the need to read it myself, to scan it for clues. I just know he now thinks that I don't entirely trust him but I needed to see, to get any clues I could as to where to find the Pack, hopefully he'll forgive me for that. The letter was signed 'Your Lordship' again, so I guess the person responsible doesn't see himself as just my Lordship, but a Lordship in general other than that the ony clue it gave was that there was going to be some sort of deal, with property and gold.
Devoid of any more clues as to what the Pack was we decided we should at least try to speak with Savilla, so off we set. It was an interesting journey, lots of talk of religion and of puppets and of Tanrov's crazy violence issues. I followed some of it with interest but generally phased in and out of my own thoughts. How to find the pack, and how to escape my friends so they wouldn't get hurt. I know my thinking this way really kills sis and Tam, Es wanting for us to remain close and identical always and Tammer having already lost his parents and not wanting anyone else to die on him, but if they got killed or turned into something monsterous how could I possibly go on living?
The sanitorium was a little soul destroying and sis and Glorli moved into the room to talk to Savilla as he seemed a little sickly and they had the best chance of helping. Hanging back near Tammer I stood out of the way, not wanting to crowd the room but then the sick man spoke up. He delivered a message from his master, directly to sis, I think he thought she was me. A promise to stop the harvest if I went to the misgivings and joined his master's pack. Taking a step back I turned to run, sure I could get away before the other's notice I had a big clue and I could use it to find where I was going but then the thug slumped briefly before storming forward and trying to attack Es. All hope of getting away from to solve the situation as a whole fleeing me I tumbled into the room in the hopes of keeping my sister safe, it was me that the diseased man wanted, not her.
The Varisian man was quickly dealt with and it turns out we'd done him a favour, he was in the advance stages of ghoulrot or something equally foul. As much as the message from the man had struck me it seemed it had more of an effect on Tam. He told us that he knew of a place called 'The Misgivings' and seemed reluctant to give up any more information than that. Pointing out that I had a right to know I eventually got it out of him, the other name of The Misgivings - Foxglove manor.
I don't know where to start, how can Tammer and Es suspect Aldern? Yes I know him, and we got along, we promised we'd keep in touch but this? He was very much alive last time we saw him. Who's to say it isn't someone else based in his old family home, it needed fixing up right? Maybe the ghouls moved in when he wasn't around. Yes there are clues that would point to him but that doesn't mean it is him does it? I'm usually quite a good judge of character, i know when I'm being lied to and he seemed so genuine when we all went hunting, a down-to-earth nice guy.
I need to know the truth.
We're all supposed to be setting off tomorrow to investigate but I can't let them all suffer because I've somehow gotten tangled in something dark. Glorli and Tammer have been watching me all evening and I even think sis is pretending to sleep rather than resting and enjoying a dreamfeast. I'm setting off in an hour or so, I'm sure I'm quicker and tread lighter than Tammer's eyesight and ears will allow him to pick up on, especially considering how dark it is. They'll all be safe and will hopefully sleep well and dream and I'm going to go resolve this.
Or die trying.
I'm bringing my diary with me this time, if it all goes wrong I want them to know for certain that my last thoughts were of them.
~Em
Wow....nicely done work there!
Not to mock, but right about know is when there should be a musical drama point! You know:
Kudos Kayos!
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Hee! Thanks, it has gotten so very dramaful, I can't wait until the next session. There's lots of catching Em and yelling at her for trying to be selfless to be done by people. That is of course if Es doesn't get up after Em writes this and ties her down (there have already been threats of using those masterwork manacles on her to stop her running off)
Sweet! Things are really starting to heat up for the Mvashti sisters.
Good to see you back at the journal.
Moonday 22nd Lamashan – Continued.
Well that didn’t go according to plan. I’m just about to make my daring escape for the sake of saving my friends when we’re called upon by the good sheriff. Turns out he’d found out we were back from the sanitorium and had another interesting case for us to look into.
Mumble, mumble scarecrow..
All too familiar to sis and me is the rhyme, the creepiness of the static scarecrows, the threat that he would get us if we didn’t behave.
Poor farmer Gump arrived in town today having been attacked by his own scarecrows, he was distraught and hysterically repeated the old rhyme. Looks like our trip to The Misgivings is to be postponed even more as the others feel that this really needs looking into first, there are other farmers down that way that could get hurt.
Meeting with the farmer and the sheriff over and done with we all agreed to meet up in the morning to go to deal with the scarecrows.
I hope they won’t be too upset with me when I don’t turn up.
We can solve both problems at once, if I leave early they’ll assume I went after the problem with the farm and go and deal with that whilst I go find ‘My Lordship’ and have a chat with him.
Sorry sis, but this needs resolving now
~Em
Moonday 22nd Lamashan – Continued, again!.
Meddlesome!
I swear my thoughts are never my own in this house. So, I evaded sis and was out of the window when I got this nagging feeling that maybe I should stay. Dismissing it as vague guilt over doing what none of the others want me to do I pressed on, it’s for their own good afterall.
Then grandmother spoke up. Her spell failed she obviously decided to go with straight logic. She told me I shouldn’t go, that the cards advised against it. So rude, doing readings about me without telling me. She told me that she could make me stay, or I could stay of my own free will.
I tried using the excuse that Tammer was possibly going to be out trying to stop me and that I should go stop him if I was staying, but that didn’t work, I’m such a poor liar!
Sis insists she didn’t tell Grandmother Mvashti that I might sneak out but I’m unsure whether to believe her or not. I’m sure even the dream feast will taste bitter tonight.
Can’t they see I’m trying to help?
~Em
Toilday 23rd Lamashan
Dear Diary,
Today was long, and depressing. I could barely bring myself to talk much to any of my companions, I felt like a failure, especially as Tam was practically falling asleep in his saddle – I think he stayed up all night just in case I snuck out. It’s so sweet that he cares, but I wish he could see that it’s because I care that I want to do this.
Still, I held on to the hope that these scarecrows were ghouls. I wanted to prove that I can take on a pack of ghouls, that my plan had been a solid one.
Again Desna provided for me. If I ask for something violent she provides it in abundance, if I didn’t know any better I’d swear she gets a kick out of seeing me bleed and sis panic and heal me. The scarecrows were ghouls, mostly. Unfortunately two were humans in the far stages of ghoulfever, I had been poking at scarecrows to see which were strawfilled and which were ghoulfilled and one started to move but didn’t break free of it’s bonds. I’d been about to tell people to wait when Tanrov’s axe cut the poor soul in two, at least we were able to stop him before he killed the woman’s husband too.
Unfortunately the discovery there were people too meant we had to be extra careful, so poking all of the scarecrows often lead to me being bitten as I couldn’t kick them until I was sure they weren’t human.
Then there was the farmhouse. Another mutilated body with that star, and another note. I read it and then slipped it in my pocket, I’ve shared enough disturbing notes with my friends for one lifetime.
‘Take the fever into you, my love. It will be the first of my gifts to you’
How could I let them read that? They’d never let me protect them if they knew how certain the ‘Lordship’ was that I’d be ghouled and would be with them.
As a total aside I found a lot of silver whilst searching the farmhouse. Some of the group seemed certain it was the farmers savings but I really think it was much too much money for that, something suspect was happening there I’m sure of it. Are these ritual murders linked to the sins? Lust at the sawmill? Greed for the conmen and farmers? Maybe we should ask the one surviving farmer, I may as well investigate as there’s no way I’ll be able to escape tonight we’re all staying in the same building.
Now to try to hide this diary. Something tells me even if I put it in my backpack and use that as a pillow Es will get her hands on it.
Then again, I’d rather she read this than get into my mind.
I hate being related to spellcasters,
~Em
Noble sacrifice meets practicality...love it! Once again, Kayos, just wanted to say that it was great to get a few more segments out of a certain Varisian Battledancer's diary.
Splendid!
Kayos - Great diary. Really fun to read and a great insight for DM's about to run these adventures from a players point of view. Please keep it up & thank you as I know these things take loads of time and effort.
I am sooo looking forward to seeing where this journal goes. Great work again, Kayos!
Oathday 25th Lamashan
Dear Diary,
I feel ill, so very ill, Es got rid of the ghoulfever but I still feel sick to my stomach. Residual fever and the shock of yesterday I guess. I just don't know where to start.
All I want to do is cry but I'm travelling back with the others and don't want them all worrying even more about me. I know I'll just have to wait until tomorrow, to get out on my own for a few hours and just sob it all out.
maybe then I'll be able to put into writing exactly what happened at the Misgivings.
~Em
Fireday 26th Lamashan
Dear Diary,
Last night I did something I haven’t done in the longest time, I snuck out of my room and crawled into bed with Grandmother Mvashti. It was a little strange but also a great comfort, the last time I did that was when I was tiny and was convinced there was a monster in our attic!
I know I should talk to her or Es, or maybe Tammer about how I’m feeling but I still can’t bring myself to do it, every time I try to phrase it the whole thing seems a bit stupid and crazy. Grandmother has her own life to worry about, Es is already making jokes over the whole thing which just hurts me more and Tammer… How could I? He’s been sweet enough over this whole Aldern thing without having to listen to me explain exactly why I’m so distraught.
Yes, we found Aldern at the Misgivings, he was unwell. So very unwell, undead and multiple personalities unwell. I wanted so much to try to talk to him, to get closure to find out why me, whether he actually had true feelings for me or if I was just an applicable replacement to the Varisian wife he killed. It’s soul destroying either way, that maybe if I’d gone with him when he left Sandpoint, or persuaded him to stay a little longer that none of this would have happened. My friends killed him and I can’t help but feel that every little bit of this is somehow my fault, that I could have done something different to help everyone I care about.
And now I can’t stop crying.
The Misgivings is haunted, the dark memories of different Foxgloves from over the years seep from the walls and try to take over the minds of all that enter and in some way I wish I hadn’t seen the hauntings it makes it all the more heartbreaking. Because one family member was so very obsessed with the notion of eternal life all of his relatives that came after were corrupted in such awful ways. The children that lived there, the things they saw, it just… wow.
More later, I guess. I think it will take a while for me to write down everything that happened. My thoughts are a little jumbled. I’m not even sure which thoughts belong to me and which belong to the memories of the Foxgloves.
~Em
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The next one should be interesting I'm sure, my poor little battledancer isn't a happy bunny to say the least. At least she has meddlesome family and friends to fall back on who'll try to fix her mood a bit before the trip to Magnimar I'm sure :)
See that was the differnce, her only "family" was her adoptive brother who was entagled with Shayliss Vinder, with a marriage on the way. Thus he was wrapped in his own world to not notice her pain. The party's Druid was too scared to talk to her, but he knew she was in trouble and the rest of them were drunks.
Fireday 26th Lamashan – Continued
Dear Diary,
It’s only midmorning but I just want the day to end in the hopes tomorrow will be easier. The memories are still fresh and are like wounds, slowly scabbing over and because I’m me I can’t help but scratch at them so they bleed some more.
But I guess it’s time I write down the events of the day before yesterday before I (hopefully) forget a lot of the details.
We woke early having agreed to send the farmer we rescued back to Sandpoint with Glorli so he’d be safe and the town would at least know of our findings if we didn’t survive.
Still a little sleepy we were surprised when we heard the sound of wheels and horses on the road coming towards us. A small ray of light in my day, our caravan! Delivered by Chaine no less. It had been a while since we last saw him and he’s both grown up and at the same time not changed a bit.
We made our way onwards to Foxglove Manor, creepy doesn’t begin to cover it. You’ll have to forgive me if this gets a little muddled it was a very traumatic day. First there were the stained glass windows, with seven-sided boxes and creepy critters and hints of necromancy and the creepy monkey screech bell, why none of them stopped me tugging that cord is beyond me! Still nothing immediately leapt at us so that was alright, just weird.
Then the weird visions and possessions started. I opened a door only to see the shifting of dust that looked like an invisible person pacing. I tried to point it out to the others only to end up in confusion. Something about my husband doing something in the basement and my needing to protect my child, it’s all very vague. The next thing I know I’m outside, fighting off undead crows, which was alright but then Tammer spoke up, telling me I could let go of his hand. So embarrassing.
Apparently the stuffed manticore in the foyer came to life as Chaine tried to run past it but he survived and everything seemed fine when we went to look at it again.
Tammer suffered a lot from the visions, first there was the dancing. Tanrov decided to press a key on the piano which sent Tam into a dance with an invisible partner and judging from his face when he snapped out of it, it wasn’t the happiest of situations.
Then the scarf that tried to strangle him, I hated that I couldn’t get between him and these things, to take the hauntings onto myself. Then again as that was the one that made him certain it was Aldern that we were going to be dealing with maybe I didn’t want that one in particular…
None of us fared well in the haunted house, the whole thing seeming to especially hate me and Tammer. I’m sure he saw a lot of awful things, we didn’t talk about some of our visions it was too hurtful. Like the one I received of Aldern’s childhood. Mummy and Daddy were fighting, trying to kill each other and then they were going to kill me.. him.. Aldern, as a child. So awful.
Then I tried to claw my own face off, I fell through the floor, oh and Es fired a scorching ray at me. Not the best way to spend 5 minutes.
Then there was the saving both Tanrov and Chaine from suicide attempts and the discovery of Aldern’s wife. She’d cower and sob if shown anything of what she was in life and angrily go after Tammer (who had her scarf by this point) or Aldern. Unsure what to do we just left her cowering in the hopes of finding a way to put her soul to rest, even Es using Desna’s gifts could only get her to cower more rather than sending her on. It was awful, part of me just wanted to hug her, that we’d both been hurt because of what the house had done to Aldern. Tanrov wanted to put her out of her misery but I just couldn’t let him, I had to find a good way for her to find peace.
After much exploring and playing with rats there was only one door left to head through. Locked and too hard for me to bash through, so we did the only thing that came to mind. We took away the undead Varisian woman’s reminders of her past and let her go to confront Aldern. I knew it meant I may not get my chance to confront him but she deserved closure more than I did, and I had hoped to keep up with her so I’d see him briefly.
She was quicker than expected though and while she got the door open she was soon gone, well ahead of us and into the basement.
Following her path we found a hole in the basement floor and I received my last vision, one that still plagues me when I close my eyes. Aldern, frantically digging at the floor, opening the hole and saying it was ‘for you..’ at the time I thought maybe he meant me and I still think it’s probably the case but it may have been for her. Then the ghouls came from under the floor. Lots of them, they grabbed me and scratched and bit horribly at me, I experienced how he became a ghoul…
The caverns under the manor were littered with undead but I just pressed on. We destroyed them on our way to find Aldern, to see if he’d survived the visit from his ex-wife. There were even some goblin-ghouls, so very disturbing.
Turns out his wife did find him, but despite getting her shots in she lost, and I’m ashamed to say that I fared no better. I wanted to talk to him but seeing him like that, seeing my things on his table (including my hairbrush!) and that macabre attempt at a picture of me made me freeze. I didn’t know how to respond for a second and that brief second was all it took for one of the personalities to attack and paralyse me. Tanrov was still snarling from fighting the goblins and smacked Aldern in the face with a pickaxe he’s picked up from somewhere, it all went downhill from there. I tried to get them away so I could talk, get Aldern back to ask all the things I wanted to ask, but I failed. They killed him.
I reclaimed my hairbrush only to see the things on the table that weren’t mine, some drawings. I looked through them, I really don’t know why I did, morbid curiosity took hold and I fear I may never clear those images from my mind. All of the images were disturbing in their own ways lustful, violent and obsessional, I’m still not sure which was worse. The others saw some of them, sis joked about framing some of them, Chaine wanted a closer look at some of them and Tammer, thank Desna for Tammer, he took them from me and destroyed them. I kept the letter I found in amongst the sketches though, it’s our only clue to where we’ll find out more about the murders Aldern had committed – in Magnimar.
I read it a couple of times before letting Tam see it.. and then everything is a bit of a blur. Aldern dead I just couldn’t take any more of that place, I had to leave. Tammer who’d been one step behind me all day just wrapped an arm around me and we left. I don’t remember all of the journey back to the caravan but I remember curling up under the covers and having Tam beside me to cuddle up to and I was soon asleep. I’m sure Es hit the roof when she got back after her, Chaine and Tanrov’s looting but I really needed that, to feel warm and safe and away from the Misgivings.
~Em
Ahh...I have so been looking forward to this moment in the campaign. Ever since I first heard about the interest in Aldern. A beautiful tragedy of a campaign Kayos, once again my compliments to your husband and all the players (your husband was the DM right?). This just keeps getting better and better.
BUMP!!!
Come on Kayos!
Trust me Kayos, I know how that goes. Conflicting schedules has been the bane of my group gaming experience. Thankfully I still get to play with my wife, but it'd be nice to have a more traditional group game from time to time.
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Who plays Esme in this game, exactly? (I'm trying to find their profile/alias to use in my portrait.)..I really should a least do a little update for this at some point but I think poor Em is too buy having many nervous breakdowns! :P
Cool, thanks. One more thing, and I swear I'll get down to the actual artwork- could you email me physical descriptions for the twins?
My email is: