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Hello all. In recent days, I been wanting to become a mother. After having met with various suitors, my wish has now come to fruition. I am now expecting and my due date is at a point after Scenario number 16. (I just finished with Scenario 14) Please congratulate the father, Jard Thermere, (NPC sailor) in this glorious development.
(I had posted this in the wrong area, so I am reposting in character here.)
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Well if you can stand being out of the running for the months it takes to come to full term, then by all means enjoy. If you are still going to take up missions for the society, then you are either choosing light diplomatic missions, or you are mad to think you can go into combat while pregnant with child.
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Dear child, i would suggest you take to rest for a while, it will be easier on the both of you. As far as what the sex, of the child is... i am sure you will love them either way. May i suggest that you do research for the society and organize texts. Trust me, so very few members actually put the books back and have urgent needs to have materials researched.
As far as the birthing, if you have need for a midwife, i can find one for you. If you so desire, i can deliver the child... this is not my first rodeo... i heard that term somewhere.
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I hope that everything goes well. I will keep the goblins in check, However I will sugjest listening to cor. I can bring cookies. Being under the age of 18 I can't help deliver the baby. Though I can bake. Baking is easy. I may just be a noob to the society (first meeting this month), but I still say take a bit of a rest.
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Well, I hadn't even considered not doing what I can for the society. I am the cleric, so I am usually in the back anyway. Who would want to hurt an expecting mother?
I understand your fears, but I haven't been flush with the coin lately. I am sure some of these nice, young men will protect me when it come down to it.
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Even at the back you will eventually have to move in close to heal your allies, getting you closer to danger for not just you now, but the baby. And then there is all the running about, the drafty and wet dungeons, and vicious creatures with sharp, pointy teeth that might be able to get to the back of the party right where you are.
Really I feel like I must insist that Ambrus put you on put you on Grand Lodge duty until your child is born.
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Cor'win sighs and looks at both the sides of the arguments.
"Listen, you will be responsible for two lives now... and one of them is totally dependent on the other. It is the way we are built, if you do decide to continue doing field work. I should point out that some harsh conditions can kill the child in the womb, and i know that is something you do not desire. How far along are you?"
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Tattle tale...
Go tell that Valine Amrbrush he can go sit in his Gand Boring lodge ny himself. The society does not get to tell women what to do with their bodies!
You can't tattle on someone who announces her pregnancy to the world. This is not about what the society should tell people to do, but what common sense should tell a person to do.
"I would be more than happy to offer my, services, in the all too important occasion that is the birthing of your whelp. As I am sure you are aware, a trained doctor such as myself is always a valuable person to have on hand, yes?"
"Yeah. Right. You sooooo sound like a trusting and caring doctor when you call the unborn child a "whelp" she said sarcastically."
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"easy now, everyone calm down... everyone take and deep breath, and slowly exhale from the mouth. First there will be no violence committed by or upon a member of the society, while i am around. Second, this is for Talia to decide... not any of us."
Cor'win looks to each person present, smiling assuring to Ralia.
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I have a bit to go by for a bit, but I may be three months in when the pathfinder mission may come calling. I have already paid to have my armor adjusted for size.
I already have a Midwife in mind and a quack that is at least friendly in his advice. I am sure, though, that your services might be used in other ways while the Nanny is taking care of my first child, about a year from now.
Now, I know some are content at being barefoot and expecting, but I do not like being in the dark. The risk would be the same if I hadn't of known of the glorious occasion, indeed, I had learned of my condition while on the river, being bait for some ruffians that decided to mess with the Pathfinder Society.
Thank you all for your kind words, I do appreciate it.
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"Well, Sarenrae teaches that we must hope for the best out of those we meet," interjects a cheerful gnome. "I must say that I am slightly concerned to see a follower of Apollyon serving as a doctor. At least, I assume that is where your loyalties lie, sir. If not, you have a most unfortunate coincidence to be named so. At any rate, expect the best out of people, for we all have in us the capacity to do good. Hopefully there will be no need for daggers and axes, Master Grol."
"Oh, sorry, I got a little side-tracked there, Miss Smyth. What I meant to say is that I know something of healing and herbs, and if I can be of assistance to a fellow Grand Lodger, or any Pathfinder, then I am at your service, ma'am. And I know something of dealing with goblin bites if you have any trouble from Master Garble, but like I said, expect the best."
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Grol hates daggers. he uses a hammer and an axe,
Grol punches the goblin across the room and bellows furiously at the gnome thinking it is a diffrent goblin.
Come at me bro, you have eyes and you just need to be within 15 foot or so...
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Silly doctor, Grol can not hurt me. And I am not a bully wizard. I do not do ouchie magics. If he happens to have a color spray seizure and I drawed all over his face before he wakes up everyone will be fine.
Plus that green tall is in a gnome hurting mood. He mights "axed" you a question next my gnometastic friend. He is a Gnome racist!
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Barjandar replies, intending for only Pontificor to hear. "It appears I am in little danger for, while he has mistaken you for a goblin, he believes that I am a dwarf. Apparently it is to my advantage that I have groomed my beard just so, and do not threaten to color spray angry half-orcs."
"I am most confused as to why he wants a loaf of bread, though."
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She looks at Kyros. "Me, settle down? Oh, because I am having a child, I suppose? Never thought about that." She thinks for a moment. "Nah, I shall pay for a Nanny."
She turns to Red. "I shall be proud of my son or daughter in whatever pursuits he desires. My attempt to direct him into a safer and boring work might work, but I will not be amiss if it does not."
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Kyros winces at the eye. "Damn. I've been shot, burned, slashed, stabbed, nearly drowned, I went to the Eight Layer of Hell." He gestures to a thin series of scars below the eye. "This was from harpy talons. Whenever negative energy hits me, it starts to bleed again. Blocks my eyesight with red." He laughs. "And that HURT!"
He then looks at the new arrival. "You're right, most of the time. But what of the demons, or the orcs, or just someone who you disagree with for a price? Killed two men myself for that, Abadar bless them. Gotta be prepared: we live in a world where insects can grow to the size of mountains."
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Kyros winces at the eye. "Damn. I've been shot, burned, slashed, stabbed, nearly drowned, I went to the Eight Layer of Hell." He gestures to a thin series of scars below the eye. "This was from harpy talons. Whenever negative energy hits me, it starts to bleed again. Blocks my eyesight with red." He laughs. "And that HURT!"
Wow. I have been the hell a coupl o' times. I have path searched in mammothy lands where devils are everywhwere. Yet the worst boo-boo I got was'd being arrowed by some harpies defending the GIANORMUS stares.
Gyros my half ulfen friend you must be careless.
You should never take Talia with you will get her wee one hurted or dead.