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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PhoenixAsh" data-source="post: 2381957" data-attributes="member: 18230">Interlude: A Harrowing DescentWith Micah's permission, I'm posting one of the interludes she has given us between sessions, this one on the experience of the second group of Liralen crew and written from Kashandi's perspective.  Hey, most everything comes from Ruel's point of view, so it's only fair right?  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> And another update on the Irregulars will be up later this week.***Kashandi once more found herself in the pinnace headed towards possible danger.  Internally she berated herself for the parting verbal shots that she'd parried with Ruel.  That was part of what had got her stuck in thiswhole mess anyways.  Why did she have to be so ready to step even into dangerto show up the Liralen's wizard entertainer?  And yet had the competition between her and Ruel not existed she might well be in the same boat.Kashandi sighed.  She'd grown a touch reckless with the life she'd been given. Recklessness was a good anesthetic to dwelling on ones past faults, but it did little to ease the bite of fear.A random thought told her that fear too might have numbing effects, but right now it just seemed to pull her thoughts back to the things she wished she'd done different.  The big things and the little things.  Perhaps she should have stayed with Yira.  Perhaps she should've refrained from kicking at Ruel's ego.  She stifled another sigh.  Perhaps given enough exposure one would grow accustomed to fear.She looked around at her companions. The red-bearded sailor looked no different than he did on board the ship.  Crew Eight was divided along it's length with a privacy wall, but conversation carried in the tight quarters.  To her knowledge she'd heard him respond only with yes and no.  He was an island unto himself for the most part.  An ever watching and vigilant island, just a very quiet one.She knew Cynde much better.  The alchemist was up at the front of the small elemental ship, peppering the pilot with questions on the handling of the elemental powered craft.  She appeared to be bouncy and cheerful despite the unsettling gray mists that roiled about them.The griffon rider and guard sitting on the final bench of the pinnace both had drawn expressions, but Kashandi didn't really imagine that either of them were actually afraid.  They both looked the picture of seasoned veterans and briefly she wondered if they even found the situation boring.The only other occupant of the small vessel that seemed to be showing apprehension was the warforged.  Perched squarely in the middle of the bench at the airman's request to try and keep the boat stabilized, 42NAT0 did not look comfortable.  He shifted uneasily and kept his eyes turned towards the bottom of the boat.Hesitantly Shandi tried to start the conversation, "Are you OK, Fortunato?"  The warforged brought his gaze to meet her own. "I do not want to be here."  He said simply.  She sighed, "I'm not sure I want to be either."Fortunato cocked his head in wonderment "But you told Ruel…"The statement never got completed before the pinnace landed roughly on the ground. Ground that no one, including the pilot, had seen through the thick mist.  Cynde the only member of the ground party who had been standing at the time was thrown from the craft.  Her sharp cry was almost drowned out by the cursing from Maddy, the griffon rider. The pilot raised his face from the helm, a deep gash over one eye caused by the impact of the sudden landing.  The boards beneath 42NAT0 were splintered and Kashandi sat motionless waiting for her heart to stop racing.  They were in the Mournland now.</blockquote>

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