deadestdai
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OOC: Nope not me..... Am worried too. 
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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
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Mithreander
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[OoC... so OoC, it's hard to even relate!] Hi you two... *Flushes full in the face*, it's been a while, more then a while actually, and I must apologize, though that does not seem enough. For whatever reason, I have just had a REALLY hard time getting on to do updates. I have no excuse other then my own reluctance, and I cannot even put a finger on that reluctance. I hope that this is making more sense to you then it is to me, for I have no idea why I've been so bad recently. I can understand if you want to quite and place your time and energy where you'll get more of a response. I'm fine, by the way, and thank you for worrying, but The Guilt I have felt for letting ALL of my games go has grown to this near physical tightness in my chest. Ack! Help! Even now, reading through the little bit of updates that you have placed here seems difficult for me for the guilt I feel. So, as it is written I repent and ask for your forgiveness in hopes that it will alleviate some of the pressure from my chest... or at least enough so that I can continue to unwind this adventure for you and me so that we can enjoy it together. In hopes that you acknowledge this message in a favorable light, I feel better already. Once more, I'm sorry for my transgressions in the responsibilities that you have allowed for me to take, as the DM and ask, solemnly, for yet another chance. Once more, here is a list of those involved, more for my memories sake then any others:
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The princess looks to each of them in turn with a worried look, though her head is still held high, her halo of hair seeming to defy the presence of the knife. "Good kind sirs," and noting the elven maiden among them, and with a slight bow in her direction to say that she did not mean any disrespect in adding "and Lady, please call me Jackie, may the gods be pleased. As for cutting my hair... I would prefer a hooded cloak rather then sacrifice the gift that the gods had bestowed upon my unworthy head, but if, in your wisdom, you think it best, then never let it be said that the daughter of Guridar shirked from her duties for the sake of false pride. Cut it, if you think it the best course." Her green eyes look to each in a calm reassuring way, as if she were the one trying to comfort the rest of you.
But let us be quick about it, for he more time we wait, the less time in the light we have.
The group, having PLENTY of time to go through the saddle bags on their respected mounts find that each saddle holds 4 vials of a milky yellow substance, the label on each of the vials, in common reads "Healing salve: to be applied to open wounds, or bruised areas" Also, each find a healers kit, food for a week, a small bag of gems and gold (4 nicely cut agates, though not flawless by any means, and 30 gp), and a spare set of clothing for each of you.
- Brechen - Human Paladin, and the leader of the group (at least from the mayor's point of view) played by deadestdai
- Jonathon Boyd - Human Fighter. Not much is known about this character yet: played by Jemal
- Veitus Blackforge - Dwarven Rogue, again, the group knows not much about this character: Played by Verbatim
- Aenilaen Sorne - A Female Elven Ranger, probably the best known character in the party, though she has been with the group the shortest amount of time. She hails from the Sapphire Mountains and Blue-Ridge fog forests near Galadin.
- Princess Jackleen - A human blonde haired child, fair of face and between 10 and 12 years old in appearance.
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The princess looks to each of them in turn with a worried look, though her head is still held high, her halo of hair seeming to defy the presence of the knife. "Good kind sirs," and noting the elven maiden among them, and with a slight bow in her direction to say that she did not mean any disrespect in adding "and Lady, please call me Jackie, may the gods be pleased. As for cutting my hair... I would prefer a hooded cloak rather then sacrifice the gift that the gods had bestowed upon my unworthy head, but if, in your wisdom, you think it best, then never let it be said that the daughter of Guridar shirked from her duties for the sake of false pride. Cut it, if you think it the best course." Her green eyes look to each in a calm reassuring way, as if she were the one trying to comfort the rest of you.
But let us be quick about it, for he more time we wait, the less time in the light we have.
The group, having PLENTY of time to go through the saddle bags on their respected mounts find that each saddle holds 4 vials of a milky yellow substance, the label on each of the vials, in common reads "Healing salve: to be applied to open wounds, or bruised areas" Also, each find a healers kit, food for a week, a small bag of gems and gold (4 nicely cut agates, though not flawless by any means, and 30 gp), and a spare set of clothing for each of you.
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Mithreander
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The princess does not look very convinced, and turns to the others, her hair circling around her head ina wave before settling lightly on her shoulders. "As you say, though, personally I've never seen our 'court wizard', much less more then one, and if my father does have him, or them, I have never seen 'them' cast a single spell, much less one to do something as trivial as restoring hair." From her tone, it's odvious that she does not think it something trivial, but is trying to hide her pride from you, though poorly done, in this instance.
Changing the subject, she asks "To the west around the patrols or North, the most direct route?"
deadestdai
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(OOC: I tried to post a great big offering last night "just" as they took the site down and lost it all. Anyhoo - in brief, it's all good mate - everyone gets like that sometimes. The important thing is, that you came back! ((And that "I" didn't have to try to run the game in your stead!!! :O A very bad thing, hehe.)) Let's get this thing going shall we?)
Brechin motions with his hand in disapproval to the other's suggestion. Do not cut Her Highness's hair. A young girl's pride runs deeply about her appearances, or so my mentor once said. I suggest merely tying her hair back securely and keeping her hooded should suffice. I too will do the same. As to which direction, to the West is where we should head. Away from the oft travelled roads and prying eyes along it. IT'll take a little longer, but I imagine it wil be safer.
Brechin motions with his hand in disapproval to the other's suggestion. Do not cut Her Highness's hair. A young girl's pride runs deeply about her appearances, or so my mentor once said. I suggest merely tying her hair back securely and keeping her hooded should suffice. I too will do the same. As to which direction, to the West is where we should head. Away from the oft travelled roads and prying eyes along it. IT'll take a little longer, but I imagine it wil be safer.
Aenilaen nods in agreement, then slips off her horse. "Forgive me. I just remembered a few tricks of braiding and binding hair that will change how you look somewhat. It's not a disguise really and can mimic a severe haircut. You will look rather strange, but it can be combed out,"
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Mithreander
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The princess looks releaved by the suggestion and allows Aenilaen the opertunity to braid her hair, and quickly to put behind the discution of cutting her hair.
Once they are done, the young princess hops onto her horse with practiced ease (Though her aukward adalecent limbs seem to get in the way once), and motions for the paladin to take the lead.
Traveling west, following a farming road that the mayer said would encounter a road that turns north 3 leagues from the town, the party encounters no problems. THe few farms that they pass in this woodless stretch of road seem to be normal farms with the farmers in the fields and fires in the hearths.
The cool first cool brease of fall seems to be in the air, so when night falls, the group finds a well sheltered camp to protect them from the wind.
The group believes that in another day, they will encounter the road to the north.
Once they are done, the young princess hops onto her horse with practiced ease (Though her aukward adalecent limbs seem to get in the way once), and motions for the paladin to take the lead.
Traveling west, following a farming road that the mayer said would encounter a road that turns north 3 leagues from the town, the party encounters no problems. THe few farms that they pass in this woodless stretch of road seem to be normal farms with the farmers in the fields and fires in the hearths.
The cool first cool brease of fall seems to be in the air, so when night falls, the group finds a well sheltered camp to protect them from the wind.
The group believes that in another day, they will encounter the road to the north.
Jemal
Adventurer
OOC: Understandable. I won't b*tch anyone out for absences... not after all the day or three long dissapearances I make on regular occasion.
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Jonathon shrugs and puts his bowl away silently, then leaves with the party when they are ready. As they travel, he silently appraises each one. Once they start nearing the road to the north, he coughs and looks at the others "we never did firmly decide which way we'ld go, the other day. I personally agree that weshould continue west with Jackie. Anyone think we should turn North at the road?"
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Jonathon shrugs and puts his bowl away silently, then leaves with the party when they are ready. As they travel, he silently appraises each one. Once they start nearing the road to the north, he coughs and looks at the others "we never did firmly decide which way we'ld go, the other day. I personally agree that weshould continue west with Jackie. Anyone think we should turn North at the road?"
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Mithreander
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Having traveled 2 days on horse west already from the town, the princess asks "How west do you believe we need to go, for my fathers kingdom is to the north, so we'll have to head in that direction eventually."
Aenilaen strokes her horse thoughtfully for a moment, "Another day. That should help us circle around the worst of the orc patrols. We should still be prepared for unforseen eventualities though." she smiled grimly. "Then we should head north, but not by the main road. I think it would be watched."
