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"Well, you," he paused, "I" another pause, during which he placed his index finger across his lip and thought for a moment before returning finally, "that is true," in acquiescence. Shaking his head and waving off the doleful airs. It seemed odd to him that he should let himself feel such a...

With a sigh and a wide eyed look toward the ground, he responded lowly, "no, I never got around to figuring out how to sustain plants without soil. And let us see how effective I am on convincing him of such a thing. I shall try, though I am not sure how disposed Lysanthir is to a vacation," he...

"This, so long as you keep it alive, it is a magical means of communication. If you pump enough manna into it, you should intuit what precisely is going on. Be careful, though, this isn't something one uses for an emergency, it requires power enough to tire out a fledgeling. I have its sister...

"You may bid me friendly goodbye once we reach the shore, at which point I will take the form of..." he stopped and peered up and to the right for a moment before snapping back, "something large and aquatic, I wager. I do not know for I have never used that form before. But I will use it now...

"Oh, I am returning to the Drow in Windshear," Charon shot back immediately, now wearing, rather than a thin and billowy linen thing, a well trimmed and thicker, still linen, top and legs. He was munching on a grape tart. Holding up a finger to swallow, he gulped and grunted out, "as soon as...

Charon, probably like Isa, could not stave off expressing his nervousness at Moss' absence. He alternated between pacing around and chewing on the sides of his thumbs. He did not mutter to himself and did his best not to irritate Isa with his restlessness. Doubts raced through his mind the...

He only gave the two Templar present a revolving dull bird-stare. Indeed, there are no nerves in his beak and so the man's gentle brushing over it was lost on him almost entirely. He shoved the critical querying in his mind, such as 'why even bother petting the beak of a bird?' and other such...

Charon took to the sky at first at an angle away from the village and then from the direction of the sun entered without much noise. Even as a bird, his chest crawled a little at all of the attention. A dozen or so eyes trained on him, if he could sweat he would. A master of compartmentalization...

Charon exhaled through tightly pressed lips and shook his hands nervously once Isa confirmed that he was ready. He continued mumbling quietly for a few moments and pacing slowly around in a circle until he finally stopped and held out a finger toward Isa, "and no scratching at the base of my...

Charon nodded solemnly and took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders in order to steel himself for the upcoming performance -- as a domesticated animal of prodigious size. Quietly, he motioned to move further away from the town so that he could lift off without being seen and all the way mumbled...

"What? Sir, I was suggesting I pose as your mount so that they might marvel at the sight of a massive bird. She is an explorer of the badlands, as are her soldiers, lest she is a fool for bringing the uninitiated en masse to such a horrid place. It is a fearsome land which stokes the very...

Charon looked curiously at the manner in which Isa and Moss transformed. His own transformation was quite vulgar. Just a vague splashing noise and his body either swelled or shrank continuously like human putty until he was the desired shape. On one hand, he considered regaling them with the...

The previous night, Charon sent Lysanthir messages as usual. From him there was usually a lighthearted, though fine and formal friendliness. This developed over a routine of sending messages and during the weeks of travel under the ocean, he seemed anxious and restless. Now out from under the...

Charon gasped with a wide open mouth and eyes, out of what was presumably playful indigence, he scoffed repeatedly as though laughing. Though, the corners of his mouth were tense and pulled upward, he could not help but let a little bit of a grin show up. Is this it? Is this where the walls come...

Charon stared at Isa for a moment, searching his form for something while attempting to mull over his words. It sounded like Isa suggested he go full steam ahead. He slowed his pace a little and crossed his arms in front of him once more. Green eyes glinted in the low, mid-street light, he...

What a punk. Charon shot a pouting glare sidelong toward Isa. It faded instantly; there's no point in hiding it. If he didn't want to be transparent, he would have employed circumlocution more aggressively. It's not like he couldn't. With a petulant sigh, he bit his lip and considered a moment...

"I," he began, stopping short to place a hand on his chin and avoid Isa's gaze a little longer. Then Charon looked toward Isa's face, thankful that he was looking elsewhere, and stated evenly after a deep breath, "last month, I lost two pieces of myself. One was a matter of tragedy; in Eithel...

"Could you... tell me the story of, ah... how you and Moss became... as one?" he asked sheepishly, keeping his face turned away. He bit his lip angrily, as though trying to fight something. In spite of himself, a furious flush spread across his face. With furrowed brows, he reached up with an...

Charon seemed satisfied with their reactions. Despite his demure appearance and calm manner during the trip into town, he turned and followed Isa without hesitation. His eager steps brought him alongside Isa. His hands were folded before him and clasped together, a mechanism by which he pulled...

Χάρων Health: Healthy| Toughness: Background Ability (10) + Armor (1) [11] | Spell Power: Background Ability (14) + Knowledge (4) + Equipment (1) [19] |Manna: Background Ability (4) + Knowledge (6) + Spellslinger (4) [14/14] Condition: 3 | Roleplay Points: 2 Charon listened intently, his green...