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Zemryn spit out a bit of crushed stone and shook her dirty hair from her eyes as she rose to her feet. Slowly. Deliberately. Let them come. Atemi will be pleased. With me. And may she protect those with me, so that they may come to know her strength. She pulled her shortsword out, gripping...

Zemryn had been quiet, lurking in the dark...or had she been muttering under her breath? A prayer perhaps, a sing-song sequence of Elvish words that tumbled out one after the other. "Atemi aid me. Atemi steer me. Blood for blood, steel on steel, prayers said with words that bite deep and...

Hi guys. I am in the middle of relocating for a new job so I might be a bit slow to post. Go ahead and gloss over Zemryn if need be. I don't want to hold things up if we start rolling.

I think we're just in a bit of a hiatus. 2019 is just getting warmed up...

How are we doing?

Zemryn received her offering of food, barely masking her ravenous hunger as she tore away at a portion of it. Her stomach twinged, and then cramped sharply, but she did not let that stop her. I make quite the sight, Atemi. Ill-fitting, poorly-made armor...stolen weapons, and fea-infested...

Right on. I followed up for Zemryn...

Zemryn stood proudly, despite her ill-fitting and blood-caked leather armor and shoddy Korrud boots. In her mind she was a shining beacon of Atemi's power, though in reality she may have looked more like a desperate convict wearing the stolen armor of slain foes with dirty and fouled furs...

I will wait to post for Zemryn until we hear from Faenala.

Zemryn's head turned at the sound of the voice, and her shortswords cleared their scabbards with a dull scraping sound even as Gimlak displayed his grim trophies like a proud young child displays stones collected at the beach to his mother. Gimlak spoke harshly, and with perhaps too much...

You're up, Gimlak! Greet our new friends with your charming smile...

Sorry for double-posting. Just wanted to get through Zemryn's 'divine sense' thing. Also, I'm impatient...so there's that.

Zemryn's eyes opened suddenly, and they were afire with the grace of a goddess. How close she was to the great Atemi! She stood up slowly, returning her swords to their scabbards. "My goddess has spoken. There is evil here, but it is not undead. But perhaps, with courage on our side, and sharp...

Zemryn's eyes adjusted to the play of shadows and light created by Bria's torch. She saw the remains of the camp, just as Bria did, and could not help but notice the state of it. Whoever the woman was waiting for, they were not there, and had not been for some time. Dark places of the earth...

Sorry to hear that. Feel better!