cog_and_taz
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[SBLOCK=OOC]I'm back! So, what is the deal with that book?[/SBLOCK]
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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.
sarruth's request(game thread)
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[sblock=ooc] Astral Constructs watched what they could and reported all that happened (psi crystal as well). They used multi-dimension doors to get back the hat of disguise to Mem. I will post as much later on.
The book is a book. Shows that Es illterate. Oh and contains the secret to life the universe and freedom from Mem heh...Littl' rp'ing till u came back to us Cog
glad to see ya back
Ugggg iI'm sick...might not post for a day or 2
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The book is a book. Shows that Es illterate. Oh and contains the secret to life the universe and freedom from Mem heh...Littl' rp'ing till u came back to us Cog
glad to see ya back Ugggg iI'm sick...might not post for a day or 2
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cog_and_taz
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[SBLOCK=OOC]nah, wouldn't know how. Anyway, you guys just tell me when you're ready to move on, and I'll fade into the background for now.[/SBLOCK]
tiluvias99
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[sblock=OOC]Hey Cog, how much time do we have until our meeting with Alister anyway?[/sblock]
cog_and_taz
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[SBLOCK=OOC] twelve hours-ish, I'd get some sleep, if I were you.[/SBLOCK]
tiluvias99
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[sblock=OOC]Irthos will probably be doing that soon; currently, after making the appearance of dissapearing into the darkness and heading off to god knows where, he's actually hiding in the Shadows, completely concealed and unmoving, waiting to see Endeca's reaction to his words.
Speaking of which, where is LG? And where is Ryfte?[/sblock]
Speaking of which, where is LG? And where is Ryfte?[/sblock]
Lord_Gareth
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[sblock=OOC]The black depths of Hell. Our internet moves at the rate Sin corrputs a soul[/sblock]
The small elf frowns as Irthos dissapears. But, suspicious of the alleged absensce of her friend, she whispers just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, and just soft enough to make it seem like she is talking to herself.
"I'd rather not hurt anyone. But I will if I must. Es will be free."
She walks away, whistling shrilly for her familiar. Together, they head toward the chaos that is Endeca's bedroom.
The small elf frowns as Irthos dissapears. But, suspicious of the alleged absensce of her friend, she whispers just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, and just soft enough to make it seem like she is talking to herself.
"I'd rather not hurt anyone. But I will if I must. Es will be free."
She walks away, whistling shrilly for her familiar. Together, they head toward the chaos that is Endeca's bedroom.
cog_and_taz
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Lord_Gareth said:
[SBLOCK=OOC]Ooh, a fast connection, spiffy![/SBLOCK]
tiluvias99
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For a long time, Irthos remains still, standing in the darkness. The sjach begin their whispering, but after an oddly urgent rebuttal, they cease.
He stands, contemplating.
An hour passes.
Irthos awakes from his thoughts, calling the sjach back to him, apologizing through the link. He slowly walks back toward the room he shares with Iejir, listening to the sjach intently, discussing small things with them- a calming act for both him and them.
His hand grasps the knob of his door, but he recalls Mem's presence, and pauses. He listens for a moment, and, recognizing that she has left, opens the door. Iejir lies passed out on one of the beds, an unfinished bottle still in his hand, dangerously close to spilling. Irthos walks over to him, and carefully removes the bottle, and sets it down on a table cluttered with the remains of the dice game. He grabs a leftover roll from the wreckage, eating it slowly as he gives a few standard sentry orders to the sjach.
He prepares himself for sleep, knowing the day ahead.
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A dream.
The shadows are hungry.
A flash of lightning. A scream. Es. Mem. Burning.
Joy. The Shadows are feeding. Joy. Pure, uncontained joy.
Endeca's face. A Shadow.
Gone.
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Irthos's eyes open. He stares at the cieling for a moment, unmoving, listening to Iejir's quiet snores. His eyelids close, and he drifts back to sleep.
He stands, contemplating.
An hour passes.
Irthos awakes from his thoughts, calling the sjach back to him, apologizing through the link. He slowly walks back toward the room he shares with Iejir, listening to the sjach intently, discussing small things with them- a calming act for both him and them.
His hand grasps the knob of his door, but he recalls Mem's presence, and pauses. He listens for a moment, and, recognizing that she has left, opens the door. Iejir lies passed out on one of the beds, an unfinished bottle still in his hand, dangerously close to spilling. Irthos walks over to him, and carefully removes the bottle, and sets it down on a table cluttered with the remains of the dice game. He grabs a leftover roll from the wreckage, eating it slowly as he gives a few standard sentry orders to the sjach.
He prepares himself for sleep, knowing the day ahead.
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A dream.
The shadows are hungry.
A flash of lightning. A scream. Es. Mem. Burning.
Joy. The Shadows are feeding. Joy. Pure, uncontained joy.
Endeca's face. A Shadow.
Gone.
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Irthos's eyes open. He stares at the cieling for a moment, unmoving, listening to Iejir's quiet snores. His eyelids close, and he drifts back to sleep.
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