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— Twyll is too concerned with her companion’s capacity for following her graceful lead. So much so that she turns into a protruding petrified branch, jagged and sharp. “Cythraul!” she curses under her breath. TWYLL takes r2 damage as the first consequence for the mixed Defy Danger roll. - -...

- - - Grateful that she had the forethought to take a moment to clean her gear, TWYLL carefully makes her way toward the gap in the southern wall of the structure. As her mentor Bettws’cynwyd showed her long ago, when she first entered the outer world, the Bregan D’aerthe spy ensures that no...

[IN THE TIME BEFORE BETRAYAL] Heart pumping with nervous excitement, BRIDGET (TWYLL) follows her friends – adventurous Allys, bold Llewella, and their follower, timid little Dilys, as the young delinquents sneak away from their prescribed studying of the local flora. Both Allys and Llewella have...

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As the shadows in the room’s corners wind themselves into a phantasmal horse, TWYLL fears a familiar dread pool in the pit of her gut, throwing her psyche into the starkness of deep memory: [In the time before the Betrayal, many decades earlier] A much younger Twyll stands frozen in fear as her...

That axe comes in handy, but not in the manner first suggested by Twyll. Taking their turns instead hacking at deadfall limbs, the two work up a sweat “putting their backs into it” in the construction of an ad hoc raft, fastened securely by Twyll’s deft fingers working to knot the rope she pulls...

After a pause to be sure of the Wraith's true disappearance, TWYLL bends down, retrieves the flare, and hands it to Pritchard. She mentally notes that once again this hapless man has inadvertently saved her life, her debt to him remaining as yet unpaid. To the man himself she reveals none of her...

As Plinth and his men pass under the breezeway, TWYLL makes good her choice to leap off in ambush, hoping to unseat the captain from his horse. This is a perfect moment: the men are distracted by Pritchard's antics: time for the cat to pounce on her prey. As she begins to lift herself onto the...

TWYLL's heart skips a beat at Belyse’s mention of the death of someone in the House of a Thousand Faces at the hands of Captain Plinth, and she looks harder at the woman’s features. She remembers hearing a rumor that Casimir’s family hailed from Tarmalune, and the former Harper agent strongly...

[This time, Dear Readers, it is I, @Nephis , who consolidates the words and ideas of myself and @darkbard. Enjoy!] As the door to the establishment closes, TWYLL quickly thinks through any possible actions she might be able to take in helping their now-joint cause. Clearly the drow needs to...

Before answering the question, TWYLL cocks her head to one side and takes a moment to examine Blackmantle's expression. Deciding that he is in earnest, almost guileless, in fact, she leans forward to give an answer, albeit not a full one. "It simply became too hot to remain there," she says...

Placing her coin on the bar to cover the young man's drink (and her own - indicating this with a nod), TWYLL picks up both glasses in one hand, weaving her other through the crook of his arm. Taking advantage of his dumbfoundedness, she leads him back to a pair of armchairs near the booth. As...

And unfold it does... TWYLL sits quietly in the shadows, smoking a bowl of her favorite dwarven pipeleaf, aptly nicknamed "firestarter." Her gaze remains focused on the occupants of the booth - is that Casimir? and Dusan? and what's-her-name? Oh, right: Bogdana. Her mouth twists in a grimace...

[present moment]: TWYLL sits in the darkness of one of the corner tables in the House of a Thousand Faces. As she nurses her mug of bitter ale and waits for the ordered bowl of stew to arrive, she thinks through the past few hours, some of the more eventful since she first took up Cymril's...

In the seconds between catching sight of the stranger and his urgent cry to follow him through the hedge, a myriad of thoughts and memories flashes through TWYLL's mind: Did he see? What did he see? I'm right: it is a trap! Those are Neverember's men! Can I trust a stranger? Is it safe? What...

PA'AVU stands silently alongside her young student, listening carefully to the complaint made to Scheherazade during a fitting for royal robes. The seamstress is sharing details of the simmering situation at the barracks to her sovereign, details related to her by one of several brothers once...

The Mordai Throkk seems to come to a decision to trust the goliath and reaches to take PA'AVU's outstretched hand. But even as he begins to do so, the Stoneblessed's fingers close into a fist as she quickly rises from her crouch and turns sharply to face the circle, the anointed warrior echoing...

PA'AVU gives a long, hard stare down at the goblin still sitting atop the bladeling's shoulder, and it visibly shrinks back. After a moment, the goliath says, "leave us," and both the bladeling and its passenger withdraw. She then steps up to the kneeling Mordai who has observed the unusual...