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 Theme Name: Witchlily Stat: +1 Mechanical Talent: Stoic Proficiency: Scouting Equipment: Training Crossbow, Iron Dirk, Traveler's Outfit, Linen Bandages, Practice Lockpicks Sometimes civilization fails. Sometimes spectacularly, in war and violence. Sometimes banally, in whimpers. Witchlily and her "li'l 'coons" are an example of the latter's plaintive cries. The young huntress will bitterly claim to have done her best, but the folly of men, sickness and sands wore her frontier hometown to its nubs. Rather than eke out a living amidst neighbor-less ruins, she left dried earth for greener pastures - bringing her burdens with her in the form of a ragtag bundle of preteen orphans. The youths are a constant drain on her energy and resources, but she continues to do her best in the hope that someday they may grow up to be wiser and luckier than their parents - or her own. A big city like Barrican at least promises some hope of local charities and orphanages' handouts to help take care of her charges while she seeks out some solution for a better future while working as an Outrider. If anyone knows how to survive the wilds it's the woman that brought a pack of children safely through them - and if the Wildlands can be tamed perhaps there will be a space for them - and her - yet.
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The Raccoon Gang Theme The Boroughs, Broad Boards Hostel Early morning (Too early) Witchilly witchilly wakey wakey up The sun is a-rising and we gotta go to pot Dawn, or something like it. She wakes with a pounding - not of her head, but the drumming of her tummy as small hands beat in tune to a familiar chant. Air is expelled slowly. "Mmm. We had a chamberpot." "But it's full!" "Stinky topped! Rutger filled it, but he don't wanna bring it out!" "It's not my turn to clean!" "Lilyyy, I really really gotta go." "And me!" "I don't!" Another sigh and she rolls out the bunk, disturbing three other bleary-eyed young children with her motion. "Alright, ya crapcoons. Let's get y'all sorted for our first big day in the big city." ----- The Arena, Outside Later (Much later) She put eyes past her fresh quiver of bolts to see if any of the gang were still trying to follow her - gods how they'd vailed at being dropped off at Aulua's home for the unfortunate - before she nods down at the little Tuk woman - Remmvi - whose notice she was applying for. The human woman gives a pat at the old crossbow hanging slung over her shoulder. "Bagged varmints afore. Reckon I could put some down if any got near ya - or herd 'em if y'all need me handling that sorta hardware." She pauses, for a moment unsure as to what to add. A slight frown of concentration. "Auntie was a blacktinker, said I had knack," she offers before Remmvi can cut in. Then, belatedly, adds, "Name's Witchlily. Huntress. Or Outrider, I s'pose. New in town." No need to mention from where. BUYING posted:Standard ammo x20 - $20
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 The Arena, Outside A distracted nod is given in greeting to the new Tuur - and human, by the way one guy slid into the group - arrivals as she fidgets with the gadget, making sense. "-oes here, then that oughta be the trig-"  She quickly clamps the valves shut to preserve air - no complete novice would know how. Bypassers glance, but it was a brief screech and the young woman gives Remmvi a satisfied look. "I can handle 'em, yup. When do we leave - and how long you reckon it'll take? Got some 'wards' -" The term is clearly new, the way she phrases it. "-to pick up later. Don't need be today, but I'm sure the the l'il shitters'll drive that nun barmy if I don't come 'round eventually."
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme She chimes in when spoken to, but not much chatter is won off her on the road over. Instead, those blue eyes wander the land. Away from companions fresh and employer loquacious, down the road and to its sides, up towards distant hills and horizons, lingering briefly from time to time on the architectural marvel of the life-giving aquaducts. Only travelers and farmers, vagabonds and wagoneers, outriders and such can be seen as they go further from town. No open threats faced, yet she keeps guard nonetheless, and a strung bow. A sort of wisdom, hard won. When they arrive she performs duties without complaint and enters the ruins in a fair mood, for her, loaded down with Remmvi's gadgets. As the tuk lets fly she steps up next to the other human as she slots a bolt behind the crossbow's string and its catch, forming a firing line of two. The chittering shapes that seek to protect their nest are faced with half a wince - her ears are better than most. "A sound to make yon teeth buzz, don't it," she mutters, before pressing the old crossbow into the nook of her shoulder for better aim. She leans into the force to come and depresses the trigger, keen for a shot to impress. Move 2N, 1E Shoot Beetle straight east
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme 'Go', goes the cry and another shrieker. With practiced care and the creak of string she reloads and cocks her head at the order. These marks are slow and easy prey, so to hare on in seems rushed. Plunge past the Digger nest and get bottled up with a denful of angry vermik while agitated beetles block any hope of quick exit should things go awry? But Remmvi holds the paypurse and she's been in worse spots besides. When her next volley strikes she does not even check to see if the Digger dies, moving fast. It's a quick sprint for her to get past the Tuk and the struggling - scribing? - Tuur where she finds the entrance to the Vermik den. "Shoo," she suggests at the beetle she also finds, lingering beside the second noisemaker as if wondering what to make of the device. Shoot Beetle 3E: 1d10+1 6 Move S3, E6, N1
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme There is pain and surprise, neither from the same source. A look of bafflement passes her features at Remmvi's self-correction and joining of a forward foray. "Friends? Ah," she sighs as words sink in, and feels stupid. Exposed. A bolt from her belt is removed and the crossbow's string rewound - a maneuver made complex from dancing between the mandibles of the den-tryway beetle and stopping to half pat, half pull Remmvi on the shoulder in passing. To indicate a retreat - and no harm done. Her new Tuk friend is small, and worse for wear thanks to her. If there are feelings she wants them salved, though it can betimes be difficult to find words. Tricky things for her to wrangle - much like those who depend on them from her. She still tries and knows to keep any frown or grimace from her face, whether from pain or awkwardness. "Not my first being bit or bait. Let's off and help his nibness there... Chitterem." A nod is given Korrigath and despite the pinched calf she is quick and sure of foot in joining him. The bolt goes where needed. At least there she's done passably well so far. Move W2, S1, W5 Shoot any still-alive beetle in range: 1d10+1 6
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme Witchlily nods at Remmvi and Korrigath. She eyes the incoming insects and wonders whether they are edible enough to stave off hunger... though bolts are precious too and they take a few. "Mm. Will circle." Another shot follows towards the one in the back. This bolt sinks deep, through a weak seam in the thorax, much to the critter's distress. Move N4, E6 Shoot Beetle 4E, 1N: 1d10o10+1 10
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme Magic and bolt tears into the beetle from one side, proving a distraction from her fatal projectile coming from the other. As the large insect twitches and slumps with finality she brushes a hand to her hat in a brief gesture of respect at the rest, then locking eyes with Remmvi in particular. "Tunnel's yond, Chitterem. Ply a shrieker?" She points and moves to match, covering the hole. The sensation in her leg is fading to a dull throb as she walks - and she knows for sure she's rubbed dirt on worse. Shoot Beetle: 1d10o10+1 10 Move S4, E1 Level up! +1 VIT, Talent: Grit [1], Proficiency: Scouting +1
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Ruined Temple, Inside Mission Theme She winces - more from the faint hissing wail that goes past her ears than the Shrieker's actually bumping off of her shoulder. Nostrils flare as she takes a faint whiff of Korrigath's incense from the back. A familiar home-made tang in the air, like the stuffed air in her mother's study, sparks reaction and she turns on a heel to eye the Tuur and his meditation. After a moment she lets out a held breath, catching herself from frowning. "We bide a bit, then," she responds to Remmvi, before leaning aside to let Slid slide past - a job performed with nominal aplomb. As the other human clambers into the vermin-tunnels and peers about with care fitting the task, the huntress takes a moment to massage the blood back into her leg and reflect on how some pains can be so more easily shrugged off than others. But shrug she can. Action: Recover (+3 HP)
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme She moves into the tunnel, brushing past the Tuur mage after he takes his shot in order to snap off one of her own at the enemy Slid indicated was there. Yet she's more used to open ground, and the gloom and the low roofing is of no help to one's aim. Visibly so as metal only lightly scores off of the Digger's caparace. She lets out a soft tsk at the near-wasted bolt and pushes to one side in the cramped space, letting the other human slide past for the third volley of the moment. Time again to reload. Perhaps soon time to consider making use of her knife. It's small, sturdy and sharp enough for a struggle in closed confines. She'll have to find time to whet it, afterwards, but a bolt saved might be a day's bread - or three, for some. Shoot beetle: 1d10o10+1 3 Move S2, E1 Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 17:00 on Mar 24, 2023 |
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Verminious Burrows Fierce Attack They'd unloaded on it, but the insect still seems largely unaffected as it chews on the front-ranker's shield and legs. Her brow furrows in annoyance - the party was spending good mana and ammo on the drat thing. Ignoring the swears and troubles of her cramped compatriot, she takes a deep breath. The rank air is laden with the smell of dirt and vermin-spoor - and a hint of plant and animal decay. But it is a fortifying thing - to have a good chunk of air on which to act. As Slid crouches to block the beetle mandibles with his shield, she puts her weight forward, leans over the startled fellow's shoulder, sliding across, crossbow arching down. It touches chitin then twangs, sending a shudder through both humans as the point blank bolt spears into the Digger's head. It twitches violently, but there's fight left in it still. She rolls off of Slid's back and pulls behind, gesturing for the Tuur and his charging wand to let loose. "All y'alls." Occurs before Korrigath's move: Fierce attack shoot beetle: 3d10o10+1 10 (-1 morale) Move W1, S1 Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 22:55 on Mar 31, 2023 |
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme She shoulders the crossbow and draws her knife at seeing the woodeater grub crawl up to harass Slid. Annoying things they are, but no great threat, even to children... unless you pop them and breathe too deep. Not much room to go around, so forward she goes with the intent to maul instead. Move N1, E4, N1, E2 (non-lethally) Beat up a grubba dubba with a knife: 1d10o10 5
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme "Yes," she agrees and attempts to land an overhead chop on the grub's torso with the butt of her knife - but a hidden tangle of roots intervenes, snagging her arm. She swears softly as dirt and dust rains down on her hat and fouls her move. "Li'l help here. And toss a fresh 'un down there, Chitterem." Despite the gloom, she sees all too clearly how the split in the road has lead to a potential dilemma for the trappers. "Vermik might leave by the cross-tunnel - or come behind us. I got shriekers still. We could split the push or stand ground." (non-lethally) Drub the grub: 1d10o10 1
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme The grub goes down but another replaces it. Witchlily grunts and swings again, with better luck. Non-lethal grub drub: 1d10o10 6
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme Skrunching her nose at ripe smell of Woodeater innards, she slips past Remmvi and pulls out the bellow-contraption Screecher. A quick adjustment to the release valve primes it and she steps deeper into the vermin-den to chuck the howling tool into the middle of a pack. "Got the butt-biters covered," she comments, entirely deadpan. Move W1, S3 Toss Screecher E4 Unless Remmvi's current screecher effect fades before enemy turn, then E2.
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme The Screecher had the vermin horde on the run. Now she just needed to keep this up until they were all good and caged. Or however many the cages could fit. She moved forward, as a reticient Slid skidded to a stop behind her, pulling another contraption from her belt and chucking it deeper into the cave network ahead. Move E4 Toss Screecher N3, E1 N and E as far as it goes, at any rate.
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Verminious Burrows Fierce Attack Horde's on the run with howls at their rear. Lips twitch upwards at Remmvi's shouts and the clangs from further east. Being proper fled from is a fresh feeling - and one that will pay. She presses past the corner alongside Slid, fumbling at a belt pouch for another screecher, before her smirk falters and she catches a glimpes of movement in the darkened tunnel corner. Out lashes a hand in pure reflex - smacking with the uncoordinated force of someone whose adrenaline just shot through the loamy roof. "Something's here," she hisses in warning. Move N1, E1 Fiercely non-lethally bonk hiding enemy E: 3d10o10 7 (-1 morale)
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme A moment of panic turns to confusion - then quick acceptance. She nods at Slid. "Good shot." Her hand reaches for the belt and the remaining pair of screechers. Time to send the rest of the pack packing. [b]Move N1, E2 Throw Screecher N1, E1, N1/b]
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Verminious Burrows Fierce Attack 'Careful now. Cornered critters bite hard, Lily.' She hardly has time to celebrate her mission's success. With a flinch and a grunt, she tears her left side free of tightening mandibles. Her right leg tingles too, from a score coated in stinking saliva. A gift in passing. She breathes deep, frowning. Then abruptly slams the pommel of her dagger hard across the menacing beetle's head, sending it rocking back with a crack in dented carapace. Heart beating, she steps up and covers for Slid. This wasn't quite over yet. Fierce non-lethal counterattack: 3d10o10 7 (-1 morale) MOVE N1
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme She winces and yelps and is close to falling as mandibles jam hard into her leg once more. A quick rap at the beetle's head with the butt of her knife lets her back off and scramble after Slid, worse for wear. A bit of tough luck at the end of it. As she leaves the den she can again stretch to her full height, squinting at the light - and the bounty of the group's labours surrounding her with angry noises. Taking her hat, she shakes dirt from it down at a furious, or furiously scared, Vermik, before she gives an acknowledging nod towards Tarna, Remmvi and the two other outriders. "Done our best, I reckon." Though rubbing at her legs and picking at the fresh tears in the fabric of her pants, she doesn't seem terribly bothered by her new collection of scrapes, if at all. Non-lethal passing shot: 1d10o10 5 MOVE E1, N1, E1, N2, E2 Level up! +1 VIT, Talent: Grit [2], Proficiency: Scouting +1
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Verminious Burrows Mission Theme "I'd be up for grub. But what about that pair of grubs we socked up? You got cages spare. Might make a show if a city-fool tries the stink stomp." Even as she twitches her lips and tries to sell the idea - in hope of somehow increasing the payout - she loosens the device at her belt and proffers the remaining Shrieker at Remmvi. "One left. Seems I need practice. Been a while since..." a small pause as she frowns. "...I last tinkered with m'auntie." With the dear and the dead. She glances at the others and tries another lip-twitch. "So what'll it be? Grub or grubs?"
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Barrican Arena The Raccoon Gang Theme She nods and pockets the Shrieker. Keeps largely quiet on the way back. Except when poked and prodded by her companions, or Remmvi, in her chittering, asks something direct. That reticence lasts right up until the gaggle of kids start following the cart, at which point the outrider comes into a level of animation previously not seen outside combat. "Witchilly, witchilly, whatchu whatchu caught?" "Aw, cool! So many! Ya get bit?" "Ahaha, sure looks like it!" "Oy! Ya brats keep ya hands off the merch! Them critters' bites be poison and we ain't got jingle or brew to save anykit's fingers," she scolds the excited bunch, with a hint of exasperation to her tone as she recognizes quite a few. So much for putting them in with the temples... though it may have been a vain hope to start. She knows her li'l coons aren't the easy sort to hang on to. If anyone, she knows. "Coons! Just stick y'self back there, I gotta deal with all this first." She finds herself nodding in relief at Remmvi as the Tuk helps shooing off the kids. "Be happy to help out again. Pay don't seem bad. Not afraid of getting into a scrape or ten, see. You and this lot," she says and gestures at Slid and Korrigath, "don't seem bad either."
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Barrican Arena Barrican Borough She steps back at Kallivan's attempt to chew the scenery and drum the crowd, contenting herself with a simple nod at the huge hunk's challenge. Killing beasts is a simple enough ask of a huntress. But the pay - or the winnings - must be worth enough for the risks. Not that she knows the odds. She doesn't know much, she feels, though seldom lets it show. Meeting Remmvi's eyes she nods slowly, and ponders it all; the man's bearing and words and the Tuk's sympathetic offers. Others, of course, knew more. She would have to start to relying on them. "'preciate a word yeah, chittrem. And dinner, yes. Careful with them tykes. They pull feet when you give ear." She then puts fingers to mouth and lets off a sharp whistling note. Half a dozen kids break from the company still gazing longingly at the arena doors, ambling up into a practiced half-circle around her, Remmvi and the others. They natter off in an instant barrage that she ignores with the casual ease of a long-term minder. "As for this lot? Not like I'm a settled girl. Our village had a rough go, is all, and when we needed to git - I was what we got. Been keeping 'em safe." "That guy was hyuug! I want a sash like his! Witchilly, can I please have one?" "Hi! You look nice! Is your fur softer than mine?" "When's ~dinner~? We only had stale bread this morning." Eyes squint shut and she lets out a rueful sigh at the final slip of a girl patting her tummy and glaring perhaps a little too dramatically. A low blow, delivered with the shameless grace of a child who might've seen a better lunch. "And fed. So here's what, kits. Remmvi is gonna show us where the good grub's at and maybe talk ya flaps off," she says, and gestures at the others. "Rest of these folks might come along to regal-ey ya'll what we done did too - if they wanna. Then I'll bring something for the others - and I don't want any of you disappearing on me before we find that Auluan nun again! Cogs churn if there's more out wandering and ya can't tell me where they at. I tell again - ya stick together, lest ya beef it alone. Goes true for cities too." "We know! Kept tight as a knitty-net." "'cept for Ceddy. Boy did he get in trouble." "Shh! Doesn't count, I got out too!" "Aw, I want beef! I'll head off alone!" "You'll BE the beef, dummy!" She shakes her head with a faint smile as she looks to Slid and Korrigath - and Tarna - and nods at Remmvi. Once again the level of animation in her engagement with the children - and what they've seen of her so far - is markedly different. "My li'l gang o' wild 'coons, all. Let's hurry 'fore hunger turns 'em rabid."
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Barrican Arena Show At The Arena "~~Wakey wakey Witchey poo~~" Another morn arises with the hue of children eager to share all they heard the day before - or moan over yesterday's 'missed' meal. Enough stale bread to still even the youngest passes hands and the 'coons tear into their meal. She might have to split all the fruits eventually - or trade it away for more bread if it came to it. Not that it seems she'd need it yet. Between Remmvi's largesse and Auluan charity the kits are not in danger of starving again soon. Remmvi's words of yesterday also ring fresh in her mind: to care for oneself before the care of all. A Tuk's wisdom. Yet... a simple woman from a distant village does not have the resources to play possum for long in a big city like Barrican. She's not optimistic on the idea of resting on her laurels, especially so far from the haunts and hunts she knows. After some light morning stretches while letting the children play in the yard, she packs her equipment and sets out, escorting her pack from Broad's B&H to the temple district where she once again leaves the younger in the Auluan nun's care. The rest... well, they already proved themselves able to find the Arena. Assuming the tryouts are public - or her aquaintance with Remmvi gets them in - today they might as well play peanuts in her gallery. ----------- "Boo! BoooOOO!" "Get that witch-woman outta there!" "I'm bored! Can't we go play street lurchings instead?" "It's urchins, dummy!" A small exasperated smile. She raises a hand to call it. "Tough crowd," she mutters to her bemused opponent, without shame or dismay. She has already performed her level best. If it leads somewhere? Good. If not? She will make do for other sources of coin. She has to anyway, given her - and the children's - needs. At least here her charges are an advantage. The kits had certainly heard more than enough about what was going on around town yesterday, and all eager to share. The celebration at Three Candles Inn was of particular interest, given its reputed owner. She intends at least to drop by and look the place over, while figuring out what to spend her coin on. With some luck, maybe she could also just leave the kids to traumatize the tryouts for the day. Arena tryout: 1d10+2 7
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Barrican Arena Show At The Arena She nods at Remmvi with a distinct lack of annoyance at the close loss. Coin and opportunity is not exclusive to the Arena after all. She just has to... "I will just have to try harder, Remmvi. Thank you for cheering on us. Good luck, Korrigath. Knock them... not dead, I suppose." She half turns to leave - get on with her day while the coons are distracted - but stops to look back at the increasingly familiar Tuur. Whatever the cause of it, the Intavatni acolyte's zeal for acquiring experience is not for show - however much it just had been. She hesitates, but not for long. "If... I find another Outrider job, I'll let y'know. Hope you'd do me the same."
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Barrican Streets Streets of Barrican She eyes the padding and stiff leather strips the friendly young leatherworker lays out and glances down at her one remaining set of whole clothes. With a sigh, she finishes stripping and hopes the additions will offer the help the girl said it would. It would be nothing like actual armor, but... she will take any well in a desert. Not like she will say no to something that came free, courtesy of the local community. "I'll wait 'till ya done, girl. Say... ya know anyone what trades or barter in used, old clothes for cheap? Child-to-teen sized would help. Got some growers, ya might've heard." ---- On entering the freesword company's domain she is quick to flag down a fletcher at work - one of the wildlanders. "Hey there. Lookin' to find a handful bolts with proper featherin'. Can ya spare some?" She jingles her coin pouch, knowing all too well where some of the best at their craft hail from - and the prices they claim. But however steep a cost - a life saved for one taken would be worth more. --- The air smells of coal, oil and burning metal. Wandering through the factory districts is both familiar in the nature of the work - and alien in its scope for someone like her. A glut of devices and an army of tinkers, engineers and craftsmen to work on and with them. Novice eyes learn much just from the browsing of the shops - but her budget can ill afford anything but essentials. lethal little dice and a neat little contraption that might've trapped her some decent game once upon a time, and now... well, it'd depend on the job. She does get in conversation with a particular mechanist about something she's failed to spot while she wandered. "My auntie once made this custom quiver thing for someone - had a sorting function, sat well on the back, easy to draw from. Been wondering if anything the like is on sale 'round here?" --- She hesitates as she gets outside the Three Candles Inn. Within, she's heard, lives one of the former Chosen Men, even now busily preparing for a celebration of their group's great accomplishment. She's not sure what to expect. Will she really barge in and see if they'd... be open to, what, host a poor gang of kids in their busy inn? Or confront... or just ask about... She shakes her head and steps smartly past - she's seen the place now, at least. She'll be back. Maybe. Once she knows what even to say. Blackpeak orders: 2x Custom Ammo - 8$ 1x Special Ammo - 2$ 1x Standard Ammo 1$ Boroughs orders: Reinforced enhancement on Travelling Clothes - 5 Borough Favor Mechanist Union: 3x Caltrops - 9$ Total: 20$ & 5 Borough Favors Item idea: A quiver for holding bolts regardless of type: standard, special, needle, custom - any bolts that stack to 20.
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Three Candles Inn Celebratory mood "Witchiii! We did ya boring choring, now let's gooo!" She catches the young girl as they're about to set off an avalanche of kids, shaking her behatted head and gazing off towards the very inn she'd skipped out on earlier. With the festive crowd here... well, it would be hard to stand out, even with this gang. She smiles and pats them on their blonde mane while they tip-toe in place, all too eager to join the festivities - especially the free ones. "Almost. Let's repeat the rules, lest y'all forget. 'Nobody get in trouble' means no nicking, no fighting, no nothin' the sort. Don't wander too far from this part of town or I'll hafta hunt ya down and chore you up. And nobody mention home yet 'round the Innkeep. Especially not you, Rutger." "But-" "Ya wanna risk it gettin' awkward when there's free feastin' to have? I'll ask about 'em, okay? I promise." "... okay." "Good. While ya here, you just show folks you weren't raised no ruffian and... have fun. Y'all deserve some a that." "Gotta be it, right? Right. Okay! Let's goooooo!" She keeps her smile as the kids scatter, but a small sigh slips at the keeping of tabs that is to come. At least the day before had been of interest. The Arena was perhaps too much show for her preferences, but there had been obvious displays of competence and actual skill - and seeing Remmvi, of course, as well as Korrigath in the arena, had added worth. A trial of what the city had to offer - and of whether that line of work would be worth pursuing. --- Witchlily splurges 10$ to go watch the first Arena fights from up close. She called it 'study time' though and may have spent her time there in a surprisingly clinical mood, as if she was expecting to pick up on fighting tips. At least Korrigath had another fan clapping them on? The next day, the full wrath and hunger of The Raccoon Gang will be unleashed upon the Three Candles celebration and the area around the Three Candles Inn. Witchlily is along to ride the tiger and do damage control, though she will take the opportunity to learn more about the innkeep and the specifics of their deeds and retirement and... are they married? Scribbleykins fucked around with this message at 22:36 on Aug 11, 2023 |
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Three Candles Inn Toasts for your ghosts The celebration is everything she hopes, the kids fed and happy - and surprisingly on their best behavior. It's partly the subdued mood, she hazards - or the risk of losing cake access - but mainly this lot knows enough to pay respects. Even if they are younger than the events celebrated (some if barely), the stories grand and small and personal are known. Like some around, she quickly makes for the empty table. A Custom Bolt is retrieved and put gently down before what she hedges to be the correct candle. It's a waste of a beautiful bolt. But of them all - she is old enough to remember. A time of confusion, fear and the towering figures that ended it. "From Hale, Harrow and the vale.... strange," she mutters, with a blank expression and an odd lilt. Any follow-up falls unspoken. No point in reminiscing, not now that she is ready to have the beginnings of a very awkward chat. Not the full hullabaloo, though. Not even that. Not yet. And yet. She bides and dithers. She eats, wanders and listens to the speech and entertainment until at one point a fed-up kid wanders past and - 'accidentally' - hops hard on her toes. After jumping - impressively silently - about for a bit she grudgingly joins the approachable Armahad in his toasts. Slid and Korrigath are met with nods of recognition and here misfortune strikes again, as she makes the classic - all too human - move of trying to match her peers. "Say, where's Kotros and Brunell these days?" she finally broaches to Armahad - possibly even genuinely casually - after the color in her cheeks have risen to major flush. Which is again right before she burps, half-horks and rushes to puke her guts out in a splendid waste of drink. There is a collective groan of kids - and an exchange of coincake side bets. "I knew it." "Did not. But okay, not like this is her thing." "It oughta be, lookit all the toughies round here..." "She's more roughie, than toughie. A meanie!" "It's okay. She'll just ask later..." "We'll kick her rear end 'till she do." "So... wakey wakey rhymey why-mes for early tomorrow?" Contemporary Lore (Party): 1d10 4 Living in the sticks has done Witchlily no favors in the contemporary department - but at least she's a little up to date on the Chosen Men. Witchlily puts 1x Custom Ammo on the table. The significance of the offering and her words is known mainly to her - and maybe a keen-eyed/eared Chosen. Chosen Toast 1: 1d10-2 0 - 1 Chosen Toast 2: 1d10-2 5 - 6 Chosen Toast 3: 1d10-2 2 - 8 Chosen Toast 4: 1d10-2 7 - 15 Chosen Toast 5: 1d10-2 8 - 23 Aaand she's out. Probably nerves. And trying to match the Korrigath. Oh well. Making a fool of herself here makes the morale loss make doubly sense.
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Barrican Arena Barrican Borough - Early morning "Ready?" "On three." "One~" "Two~" "Three!" A chorus of voices in her ears, not quite shouting, but loud enough to send needles of agony through her aching skull, along with the pokes and pats to set her rousing. "Witchi witchi witchi's way~ Was to promise one thing~ And then the other sway~ But now she'll face~ The light of day~" And on it goes; excoriatingly, exruciatingly - and well-deserved. --- Nursing a furrowed brow and a still-flushed face, she glances up to catch the faintly amused expression on Mameri's face. "Halys - or Aaretrine. Matters not which. I believe I'm... up for a trip." She is not running away. Just taking a break. A reset. Responsibility deferred until she can face it again. And her little band of children will be fine without her for a bit, in this town of towns. They will. They had been in worse straits. She pauses, and reflects on what has been said. "Vermik being let on farmfolk? Nasty business. Who'd want to angle for a famine?"
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Passage to Silrane On A Rut-Riven Roadway Witchlily introduces herself to Brye, Daeron - his dogs - and Percival with simple nods and hand- or pawshaking. Simply a young huntress, a fellow outrider named after that rare, funny plant. Tight-lipped as they come, as promised. Definitely not suffering aftermorning regrets at the thought of an extended carriage ride. When they get moving she rocks softly in place as the motorwagon shudders along, looking queasely at Brye while he explains his goal. The young man who hopes to pull through by skill and deed - and a little rooting through the bones of a town long dead to look for a fragment of the very thing that failed it. She wonders if he appreciates that irony and feels for the soft feathers sticking from her incredibly freshly-acquired martial quiver. That had come as a surprise - her little coons' surprise gift once they got done tormenting her. Gods and hellions know how they got ahold of it. Putting the matter from her mind, she asks Brye in a deadpan tone. "Is there a catch besides shard-lack and rubble-tons?" She feels there will be, whether their employer knows or not. A glance is shot out the side of the motorcarriage. Brye Rynwell is a known face about Barrican and claims to have competition. Despite his efforts at keeping his efforts hid it may yet follow. Jealousy is an ugly thing among those of great ambitions.
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Passage to Silrane On A Rut-Riven Roadway Four days and change. Not a lot of time to trawl the wild for some ruins, then search them. A quick visit to the bush, then back to pull her pack from off the carriage and doff her hat to keep the sun's glare from the eyes. Hopping back off the carriage, she looks askance at Korrigath who's already back in their journal scribing. The scholarly sorts here do not seem all too used to the risks and rigors of wilderness travel. It will be a fine opportunity to shake off rust and guilt, at least. She claps her hands together decisively to draw everyone's attention. "Well then. We've a trail and a deadline, best not waste daylight if we want decent camp and an eye-around. I'll volunteer for taking point. Suggest we cut a short break in an hour, but if you flag before then, it's good to let folks know. What's important is keeping the pace steady and eyes open. Never know what's out and about and if it's a fight or a rout. So you better've gone potty." More words spoken than at any point thus far. Some forced cheer too, but on the whole her mien has turned commanding as she gazes down the ancient road. As childish as the comment about relieving oneself might sound it was hard-won wisdom to counter those moments made of suck. Were we able to spend morale on proficiency rolls? Be happy to have Witchlily invest into any Scouting/Trekking rolls if it helps us get there safer/faster/better. This is kind of Her Thing. Will chew on Preserved Fruits to make up for any shortfall - ah, unless it's too late to say I was bringing those? Witchlily definitely would have for a trek.
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Passage to Silrane On A Rut-Riven Roadway A day no worse than some. She nurses the liquor in her mug and takes no comfort from the drink and treat. Hair of the dog is too bitter a taste. "If we ain't press on, I'll do second. Snoozed a bit during the ride anyway. Still plenty rested." Sweet lies to innocent ears. Yet she is no stranger to worse, and tomorrow is a new day. Good with either option, taking a turn of Extra Watch if A.
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Passage to Silrane Lurkers In The Night She grips the crossbow in her hands tightly as Percy lets the team on about the nature of lurkers, eyeing the approaching things carefully as she rises and repositions. Though the open and cover-clad landscape may be to the lurkers' advantage, it does give the party movement options too, having spotted the threat. Were the group less... aged and experienced, she'd tell her charges to sneak or run away while playing hell on these things' approach. Experience counts though. She sketches out a plan of battle to her compatriots, in a rushed, hushed tones. "We let them closer - then rush and volley fire east group while they yet not hid in things. Then go south-southeast - care where you stand if they close enough. There's a small clear area just southeaast where we can tempt 'em in the open. Campground's also good here, if we wanna stand ground or reposition." She gazes over at Brye and offers blunt advice. "You're slower. Care you don't get caught up, mobbed. Goes for all, but you most." Move: 1E, 2N (casually) Action: Hold and pretend all's well (let the enemy get 1 move in)
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