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@Dannigan It's a gorgeous sunny day. June weather is rather nice in Tolkeen, more so than the peak of its summers or the depths of its winters. Of course, for a girl who spends much of her time indoors in libraries, pawn shops and antique stores, it's rare to have a good excuse to spend a...

9:01am, June 13th...109 PA You're not dead yet. Somehow. Instead, you've just finished putting down a Coalition incursion up Broadway Avenue. It wasn't easy and they didn't make it easy. Once, you might have ambushed them or unleashed supernatural power they'd never imagined before but...

Main thread for IC. Opening post will be forthcoming when the game gets underway.

Virtually all of this feels like OOC conversation since none of this is us actually acting in character. Chalice has lived in a Shadowland all her life. Yes, ghosts are material in Shadowlands and functionally material in the Underworld. They're also all Essence Wielders and any grave goods...

Catarina felt bemused, though God knows how that looked on a cat's face. So naturally she did the only thing she could to back Eva's play. The cat on the cervitaur's back looked impassively at the frog men...and then hissed.

Catarina was all too delighted to accept a ride on Eva's back and she bore the rest of the trip comfortably reclined between two of the packs on Eva's flanks. Until the cervitaur decided on a full charge at the 'enemy'. Blinking in half-asleep drowsiness, the cat woke fully and dug in her...

@June Verles The dragon talked. It talked. Well, of course it did. What it had to say was concerning, though. Catarina swished her tail emphatically at the dragon's condemnation. But then it dropped a small series of possessions and the cat's eyes immediately went to a collar that...

For the first time in years, Catarina woke without pain. She woke to a peculiar paradox. There had been a few nights with her husband Anders, at a few parties over the years, where she'd had too much to drink. Waking up had felt fuzzy, muddled. In recent years, waking up at all left her...

"Condemnation by a man who wears the screams of his victims fails to prick even a Paladin's conscience." Moire's sword rises and now so does her shield. "If you're keen for a less dull task, Chamberlain, perhaps we can give you something sharper." The decision made, she advances around...

Chise HP: 14/14, AC: 14/17 (Mage Armor is up), Speed: 25 2nd Level Wizard, Halfling Wearing a hooded cloak over common clothes. Carrying a Light Crossbow and Dagger Advantage against Fear @Psychie The small Halfling shrugs once. "If it's not cults, it's always something in Baldur's Gate...

The sight of the spidery cocoon is unsettling, but entirely in keeping with the rest of this castle, given the whole place is unsettling. So is the sight of that hilt, the first fragment of memory she's now laid eyes on. Ancient words murmur in her memory and the feel of ancient power thrums...

Chise HP: 14/14, AC: 14/17 (Mage Armor is up), Speed: 25 2nd Level Wizard, Halfling Wearing a hooded cloak over common clothes. Carrying a Light Crossbow and Dagger Advantage against Fear @Psychie As Axtis taps on the impression in the wall, an audible click heralds the door slowly...

Name: Chise Race: Halfing Age: 20 Alignment: Neutral Good Class: Wizard Background: Baldur's Gate Urchin Attributes Str: 8 (-1) Dex: 18 (+4) Con: 15 (+2) Int: 18 (+4) Wis: 13 (+1) Cha: 12 (+1) Level: 2 Class: Wizard Hit Points: 14 Hit Dice: 2d6 Proficiency Bonus: +2 Initiative: +8...

As the party slowly files into the Hall of Bones, Moire's last to arrive in their midst. Hircus' perfunctory "Oh, there you are! This place is like a maze, I must have gotten myself turned around," evidently fails to convince the chamberlain. And for once, the dusk elf's verse seems perfectly...

The discovery of weapons and armor among those old bones changes things. Moire beckons the party to move past her, while she stands guard at the intersection between the alcoves and this corridor. She's worn her shield for much of the trip through the castle, out of sheer good sense, but the...

It's a testament to how surreal things have become in Moire's life when the Paladin breathes a sigh of relief that they're now safe, underground, surrounded by bones. It's certainly a relief to be out of that stairwell. And the sight of the bone-covered door fills her with, not dread, but a...

The accountant's revelations are both useful and obscure. Moire's surprised to find just how grieved she is that he doesn't know what became of her. Up until this point, the Paladin has largely ignored her unremembered time in Ravenloft, mostly handling the flashbacks of insight by ignoring...

Moire's come a long way since her pirate days but she's not remotely agile or literate enough to keep up with this man. Instead, she latches onto a reoccuring theme in his monologue. "So you don't know rooms as well as you know things. Perhaps you know..." Vi sula tasarak. Once more, the...

The plight of the accountant catches at Moire's heart, for it wasn't so long ago that the life of a pirate seemed equally entrapping. Leaving her past behind had been an almost impossible act, made possible only through Ilmater's vision and grace. Such conversions are the substance of...

The sight, and sound, of the chain rattling draw the Paladin's eyes in an instant. That changes everything. Moire steps fully into the room and circles the desk, her gaze fixed on the chain and where it connects to. "Be at peace, my friend," she says as she approaches. "I didn't realize...