LostSoul
Adventurer
After the color return to his cheeks Lucann turns to Quinn. His eyes narrow and look into Quinn's as if searching for something. He begins: "I hope you bear great strength of will and potent sorcery. These brands are the work of a sidhe sworn to the shadows. Whatever you believe in - cling to it. Doubt sustains it as bread and mead sustain us. I wish I knew more, but I'm certain we must act quickly."
Lucann turns his eyes back towards the city. "Maybe I have been too harsh in my judgment of this place. it must have been vibrant and full of life once. With luck it might be so again." Lucann sighs. He seems almost wistful for a brief moment. "Perhaps the humans are not the only ones who failed to live up to the old accords..."
"I believe in nothing," Quinn says. "In the emptiness I find strength. When you believe in nothing, there is nothing to doubt.
"This city - it is what it is because of what it was. No use mourning the past; it gave birth to the present. Don't let your belief in what could have been give rise to doubt in what will be."
The thing I miss the most from face to face play is being able to get a more fluid sense of the push and pull of the narrative from reading players' faces.
