Well, my vacation is almost over. Getting ready to go to the airport for a late-evening flight back to Vegas from Richmond tonight at 8pm. Hopefully I'll have a smooth flight and a quick recovery from the jet lag tomorrow.
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And one of these days, we'll even get this bow of Alisa's figured out! =)"I'm a hunter. I'm used to being quiet." Alisa whispered to Oreleth from the back of the group, following her example and keeping an arrow nocked on her bow.
I'm looking forward to it! Just stay alive, folks, a seer and healer is on the way - don't ya dare to die before I get to roll some dice =)Heya Gang! A couple of updates here. Aldrin Whitehair as played by everyone's favorite Silly Sil will be joining you probably within the next week. Be ready. =)
Hunger. Of course there is hunger as he awakens. But it's not the same, mundane hunger that most of his kind worry about - the hunger of a missed meal or two. Well, not only that hunger, at the very least. No, this is more than that. The hunger for purpose that he seems to have, but could not name, at this point. And, more relevant in this immediate moment, the hunger for answers to too many open questions. The rumors? Strange. Getting lost like that? Stranger still, though not as uncommon as for most of his folks. Be on the road long and often enough, and those kind of things will eventually happen. Especially if fate finds a liking to intervene - and well, it does that quite often, in his case. It goes both ways. He changes the fates of others, where he can. And in turn, his own fate turns and twists towards the closest danger. Or that's what it feels like, from time to time. Like last night, or whenever-it-was. Hard to tell, in here. And now. There's a part missing, and his head reminds him why. Damn pain. But it could be worse. A lot worse, from what little he recalls. If the kobolds that found him were weird, and unexpected - then what the hell was it that followed? Without warning, nonetheless; he is not one to get caught off-guard easily, especially not when danger is headed his way. But whatever happened - it came out of nowhere, for him...
But enough. This white-haired head does not like this pondering and wondering. Overwhelmed by pain, and irritation, and the whole mess, it seeks simplicity. It will find answers, given time, and time comes, most importantly, with survival. He tries to calm himself, to focus. On the voices. Can he understand more, or at least guess how close they are? He is gifted in different ways, and some of those gifts require words. If they are close enough to hear, then he might as well call forth the gauntlet's light and hope that they are either friendly, or cursed with blindness. If they are farther away though, and simply speak loudly - then there might be safer options, potentially.
Psychie O.K.. So... Per the Party Leader here, Kaerri is going alone to parlay with the giants?Yup. I do believe that we are ready to see what the giants do when Kaerri goes to investigate them.
You think so, huh? =) Dear wonderful Sil, I didn't bring you into our game just so your character could live it out stuck in a hole the entire time.I shall remain terribly stuck in my hole.
Can't really think. Maybe it's because of the headache, but tbh I haven't really had too much to do with Alisa since entering the cave.What will the other Wayward Wanderers do in the meantime?