Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Halford]

OOC: No worries Covaithe, best of luck with everything and congrats!

 

[covaithe]

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I left the three unconscious grigs on the map, pending a decision on what to do about them.[/sblock]

 

[serow]

Congrats on the baby!

 

[Trouvere]

"It wis interestin' bein' th' tallest, or woud hae bin if Ah'd haed mair time tae pay attention," notes Gildrim. "Did ye ken if thay enspell ye three times ye stay wee foriver? Weel noo, naethin' tae worry aboot. Let's carry oan throu th' doors as we've bin." [sblock=OOC]I'm back, obviously. Nice job NPCing Gildrim - my characters always seem to do much better with the dice when I'm not around! Covaithian Gildrimese is... adorable, and having him stomp off into the trees to avoid the mushy stuff was a great solution to my absence. I agree with the treatment of the grigs for now - stuff 'em in a pack and figure out what to do with them later.

I have no objection to a story hour. Of course there'll need to be a lot of tricky editing of posts for the text to be graspable - there's always so much back and forth out of sequence cross talk between characters. But it is funnier than I remembered. I miss Cyian.[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Do I understand correctly that you're taking the leftmost door, which in this case is straight ahead?

[sblock=status]The baby has arrived and has come home, and everyone is healthy and happy. I'm doing pretty well for sleep at the moment, due mostly to the hospital's visiting hours, so I'm going to try to move forward. I'm not making any promises about post frequency, but I'll try to keep things moving.[/sblock]

 

[Trouvere]

OOC: yes

 

[Halford]

Erf grins up at Gildrim,

"See? I thought that worked out dead well, now we just find the urn 'n' we're 'ome free! Ev'rythin' 's comin' up Erf! Course Kshatrya's upset, but its better she knows 'n' 'opefully in a bitte time she'll be happier for it. We're heroes!"

The little gnome's grin is huge and he swings his legs merrily petting Fenenn, the big dog capering playfully catching Erf's exuberant mood.

"We need te catch that Cloudsong git, 'n' then I'l bring Apikotoa 'n' his folk their supplies. Well lets see what awaits us me stout companions!"

[sblock=OOC] Here's hopeing you don't suffer too many sleepless nights - and other appropriate cliches! Welcome back Trouvere! Wouldn't be the same without Gildrim in his usual fine form - one of these days Erf is going to catch him being a bard! I miss Cyian to, he worked really well in the group dynamic. If we recruit someone else they need to pass a stringent series of tests imo - I'd have added a smilie there, but it isn't working.[/sblock]

 

[serow]

Ter-raen retrieves his spear, and puts it back across his back. He brings out his scimitar, and with shield raised, gets ready. "Come, we carry on hunt for urn."

 

[Trouvere]

"Aye, an' Ah cannae say Ah'm nae happier tae hae thaes wee green mischiefmakers - nae offence - sleepin' soond in a pack than flittin' aboot unseen. Things are startin' tae leuk up fur th' first time sin' we lost Cyian. Puir laddie."

 

[covaithe]

Ter-raen opens the door into the room at the far end of the hall. This room has upholstered chairs arranged around the corners of the room, and on the far wall, a beautiful longsword hangs, mounted above a decorative plaque whose inscription has tarnished into illegibility. There is also a small fireplace against that wall, as well as a barred heavy door leading outside. There are interior doors to the north and south.

Fenenn gives a queer half-whine, half growl as the door is opened, and his hackles raise.

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