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Pact of the chain - Frog [emoji196]? Pact of the chain - Spider [emoji887]?

"Ah but my..." Rana chuckled, gleeefuly enjoying the gore out if the corner of her eyes, "my children are quite strong in their own way, little spider." The chuckle turned into a cackle. "Tell me, won't you consider a little... negotiation before they destroy you all?" Rana seems to be using...

Star Wars Saga/D&D 5th Hybrid [OOC/Rolls] Bit swamped with work and personal life (being a bachelor is hard work! (Only half joking [emoji854])) but otherwise ok myself. Can’t quite remember what bored feels like anymore :D

The old woman to his left just looked on, though with some small doubt... "You do know trees burn, don't you child?" If the fire looks like its spreading, Rana will offer her arm for the spiders to climb on if they wish.

The old woman just made a 'Patience, patience' gesture with her hand. "Now this is interesting to me. All here? And what do you all do, all day long? (Aside from building these wonderful webs, hm?)" OOC: Do we see any deklo trees from here, EB? There wouldn't happen to be some branches of the...

OOC: How big was the creature, EB? On a scale of grig to umber hulk ;)

In the back, Rana caressed something hanging from her wrinkled neck, looking quite pleased with herself. === At the edge of the grove, Rana looked at the various reactions with amused interest...? and then just walked forth, her cane's patter softened by the mulch. She leaned down towards the...

Rana gently plucked the locket back from Templeton's hand, with his cooperation, and returned it to the folds of her dress (the very same dress she'd worn yesterday, just cleaned of dirt and the hyena blood that had clotted on the hem). "Is there an inscription?" she inquired of whoever held...

"That would explain the white," mumbled Rana for nobody else than her own self... She cast a... nervous look at the milling crowd in the room behind before returning her wrinkly gaze to the girl, "And what happened just before the little darlings started becoming a problem umm?" Aridha knew...

Rana breathed in, willfully relaxing her grip. Old choices, left to fester and rot... that too was the swamp. She bruskly pointed to Templeton with the dangerous implement that was her cane, "Dirt Boy here discovered something interesting about the locket... Though the Wills boy himself hasn't...

"So who did you find to help us, captain Blackpearl; and how much are they willing to contribute?" inquired the witch when things seemed to have calmed down far enough. Barely restrained emotions seemed to course below her wrinkled skin... though not necessarily about the current topic.

"They don the skins of your loved ones," declared the witch, looking almost pleased, "so they can eat your face and add *your* skin to their collection." “Aren't you Fey-born?” === Using the hubbub as cover, the old gall simply gets up and walk away, gesturing Olster into a private...

A grimace of pain scrunched Rana’s face even further, even after all this time. ‘Passed’. Passed! Such a soft word... She almost missed the rest “Hm.” The old lady considered him for a while... “You’re still a distracting fellow, aren’t you Ost?” she groused just as he was starting to sweat...

Computer problems (didn't like the last Windows update at all). Will try to post tomorrow

"And you are of course honoured to have such a distinguished guest at your humble inn." Not a trace of a question mark at the end of that. She waited, hands loose over her absurdly gnarled cane, as power slowly gathered around her figure like... Like the buzzing of flies.

“You need to train your devious side then, child,” replied the witch, not unkindly. (Well, maybe not entirely unkindly). She was a bit distracted though: “Is there *anybody* alive in this world anymore?” she questioned the inn at large, clinking metal on bowl with increased fervor -- and...

She let it dangle from her extended hand. "Please don't pull a Blackpearl."

I'd vote for some light, semi-directed RP, hopefully wrapping it all up within a week real time or therebout?

That last caught the old girl's interest, enough to make her (momentarily) forget about mysterious masked dragonborns: “Captured?”

He says, just after trying to steal everybody *else’s* say in this. The old witch sank back into her chair with a deflating sigh. “Lady give me strength- No, make that Patience... Patience and a healthy dose of something strong to go in my tea.” She looked about but couldn’t see anything of...