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Celeste's HP: 3/4 Drin's HP: 19/19 Location: The Forest Who I'm with: Claire, Drin, Ruri, Melissa, Seamstress, Sean, and Flake What I'm doing: Annoyed Celeste sighed as she finished the pile. "Hey! Guys! Anyone know how to start a fire?" That was a major part of her plan that she...

Celeste's HP: 3/4 Drin's HP: 19/19 Location: The Forest Who I'm with: Claire, Drin, Ruri, and Melissa What I'm doing: Annoyed Celeste crossed her arms and frowned. "Look. Even if y'all can't hear the helicopters, isn't it better to take a chance? Don't y'all wanna get out of here...

Celeste's HP: 3/4 Drin's HP: 19/19 Location: The Forest Who I'm with: Melissa, Drin, Ruri, and some other girl What I'm doing: Looking around 24796 "Yeah... Hey! Another girl!" Celeste grinned at the new girl with a bug type. "Yeah! Hi! I'm Celeste, the silly wrapped around me is...

Celeste shrugged, then sighed. Drin wrapped himself back around her and she patted his head. "I dunno. I got some scrapes and stuff, but nothing too bad, really. And Drin looks good. He doesn't seem hurt, but he's the first Dratini I've met..." Again, she sighed. "I mean... I guess what...

Celeste giggled at the Azurill's antics. "Nice to meet you, Claire. I'm Celeste this is Drin!" The Dratini unwrapped himself a bit so he could get a closer look at the new girl and the Azurill. Drin cocked his head sideways at the tiny Pokemon's reaction, then seemed to chuckle and offer a...

Celeste let out a bit of a squeal and nuzzled the Dratini. "You're okay! Oh, I'm so glad!" She hugged her Pokemon. It wasn't tight and it wasn't long. She didn't want to upset him, after all. "Hey, you're not hurt, right?" Though she looked him over carefully, it didn't seem like he was...

Celeste groaned and rubbed her head, chancing a look about as she opened her eyes. The grimace stayed on her face as she pushed herself up to sit. Well... they were certainly somewhere. Where was somewhere? She wasn't sure. To be honest, she wasn't sure where she'd come from other than the...

The cleric's expression turned severe as she glared at the offending presence. "Lady of Graves, bless my blade to end this abomination," she murmured. She readied her scythe.

She ignored the warrior and withdrew an empty vial, filling it with the strange liquid and sealing it before she stowed it away. "She'll recover," Amaya muttered. Those effects she'd seen before. Now that she had some of this liquid to study later, she stood and turned toward the cemetery...

Amaya registered the words, but she was more interested in this strange liquid and the sounds from the graveyard. "Should we not...investigate further?" she pressed. It was worrying. She bent down, reaching toward the liquid, curious about what might happen upon touching it.

Surprised by the quick departure of the creature, Amaya looked for another target. (Are there any others close? I'm a bit confused, sorry) 13346

Amaya raised her scythe in preparation, unsure what these creatures were. It didn't matter, she supposed, but the knowledge would help. She watched the feral girl unleash an attack. The scene was playing out with an unfortunate twist and her heart yearned to go see what the graveyard held...

"Pharasma, help us," Amaya choked out, almost falling to the ground in shock, sincere in her plea to the goddess. She'd never seen anything like this, not even in all her time in Geb. "Holy water might be a start..." Her mind struggled to comprehend. Stolen souls? Lost souls? What foul...

She didn't want to tear her attention away from the strange water but the shuffling was more disconcerting to her and she took a step back, craning her head. She was just there! She silently cursed herself for not being more thorough. Most likely some undead and she was unprepared for such an...

"I feel an aura of death, though I do not know why," she offered. Her eyes set upon each of the others as they drew closer to her. An odd collection of individuals, to say the least. The fog did not feel unnatural, nor threatening and the corners of her mouth turned downward. Carefully, she...

Amaya put a hand to her chest, the feeling perturbing her deeply. She noticed the few others coming out to the well but kept her attention on the source of the possible problem. Not entirely sure what to do from this point on, she carefully nodded to the man approaching. "Did you hear the...

Startled from her meditation, Amaya was on her feet in seconds. Whose voice was that? Looking around, she noticed the mourners still in the graveyard either didn't hear the voice or didn't care. Either way, it didn't seem natural. She wanted to run toward the sound but the thing inside her...

"Good day," Amaya murmured as they left. She knelt, laying the rose on the plot and offering a blessing as she sprinkled holy water on the ground. Staying there a few seconds longer, the chill passed over her skin and her gaze drifted to the fog. "Rest well, Mr. Gherman." Keeping the...

(should be able to do so from here on out. link to 'folclor') Used to the dislike, she passed through the stones and few mourners easily, continuing her prayers until she came upon the two men. Surprised at their appearance as well as the greeting she stopped and listened. Both were at least...

Relieved to be free of the situation, relieved her feet finally moved, she walked away. She wanted to run but that would cause a scene. Causing a scene would be the least intelligent thing she could do in this situation. She wandered, clearing her head as she walked. Her mind wandered...