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Selaim

"The last place I'd go is the authorities. I still don't trust them even though the guard here doesn't seem to be of the same ilk as the ones in Magnimar. I doubt she'd go there. She was mad and hurt. She'd go some place that comforts her. She doesn't seem like the type that would seek sanctuary in a temple. That means hiding. She'd go some place that reminds her of home. I know when I was feeling down I still felt a pull to the guild even with everything that happened." She got quiet for a second.

She got quiet thinking.

"I think we should find the guard captain. They should know where she might have run off to. I mean it is there town and all. And if she came to them they'd know."

I saw the previews for this film and thought I would love it.

I did.

The Irishman

Cadence Marie Weathers
Forsaken

Cadence sat on the edge of the bed and waved off Blake. "It's okay...You don't need to make yourself uncomfortable. I can actually see you... Well, I mean, I can see the space you occupy and the energy around you, in you... whatever. I see you."

[b]Emma[/b}

As Levon steps forward, she steps back keeping the pain the line of video... and hits the button to start uploading the feed to the Cloud, making sure to get what was already recorded as well as what might come next uploaded as it happens.

Catalena

Cat opened the door and let the scents of well-worked leather, sweat of bodies close together, hints of horses and goats, deep loam, argan oil on skin and hair, and onions and garlic cooked on the stove right next to the bar wash over her. Two dozen voices all talked one over another in the lyrical rise and fall of the Varisians' own language, somehow having ten different conversations that easily shifted into more or a single one if a hint of something more or less interesting caught an ear. There was a comfort here and a sense of welcoming that only a life of close quarters in seasons-long wagon trains and long nights around a communal cookfire full of song, dance, fighting, tales, child-rearing, and love could truly grasp. There was family here.

She did not announce her presence but as she pressed through the small tavern, she returned greetings and embraces. They knew her here. And they knew she had helped to prevent trouble and pain in the town. Young Vodger Magravi, well maybe not so young anymore, now that there was news he would be getting married, called, "Catalena, there's a table here. Boonta was just leaving, wasn't he?" The heavy man pushed at Vodger and argued good-naturedly but Cat shook her head, a weak smile appearing. No, she'd press her way to the end of the bar where Vodger's mother Risa sat in a place of honor, the stools nearest her were kept for invitation only.

"Is that Catalena Teodorescu?" the old woman asked, reaching a worn, wrinkled hand with many ringed fingers out to Cat's two-handed gentle clasp. "Come and sit, dear." She patted a leather-topped stool and Cat climbed upon it, gratefully. Though the old sorceress was almost completely blind, she had uncanny ways of sensing things.

"Thank you, Risa Magravi," Catalena replied, keeping her voice under control. "You are well? You look lovely today." Catalena was only speaking the truth. Though venerable, Risa still had a powerful natural presence that commanded the attention of anyone who caught a glimpse. Old age had refined her beauty with a regal dignity.

"I do well so long as my feet can carry me where my heart longs to be," Risa replied, repeating a common Varisian sentiment expressed to such a question and Cat felt her breath catch for a moment.

She held the older woman's hand in one of hers as her daughter, Lanalee came over with a pewter pitcher of sharp, pear cider, condensation sliding down the gray metal. She poured a mug for Cat and capped it with a small plate to keep the greedy flies buzzing around from indulging in the sweetness.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Cat," said the broad, tanned woman. "Besk here thought you're too good for his cooking, eating that fancy stuff from Ameiko." She elbowed a man who looked nearly her twin except for a wide, black mustache.

"You eating, Cat?" he laughed.

"Of course I am," Catalena replied, her voice sounding fatigued. "Load me up." She passed the small plate near enough for Besk to slide on a small, crispy and greasy pile of potatoes from the black iron stovetop with practiced skill. They cooked one thing at Risa's, and kept at it all day. The trick was being able to wait a few minutes to keep from burning your fingertips and tongue.

Catalena placed nine coins upon the bar top. 5 gold and 4 silver. Lanalee's eyes popped. "Hey, your money's no good here, Hero of Sandpoint and you drunk already or something? If you eat that much coin's worth we'll have to roll you out the cask door." She made to hand it back.

Cat shook her head and pressed the coins away. "Vodger's wedding is coming up. I have more than I need and I don't..." Her voice caught again. "I don't want those coins."

Lanalee shrugged. "I'll tell everyone you're buying a round," she answered as she moved away and Cat relaxed but then felt a strong, wrinkled grip upon her hand.

"Catalena Teodorescu," sternly pressed Risa, mentioning a Varisian term for cursed coins. "Don't you pass on any ghinoin money in my place."

"No, no, of course not," Cat assured her. "No evil to them, only..." and at that, her tears began to come and she could not hold them back any longer.

Risa held her hand and stroked her hair. "Shhh, child, shhh. What can Risa do to help you, my dear?" she asked after some time and Cat could regain enough composure to dry her face and nose with a purple linen handkerchief.

"Tell a tale, Risa," she asked, gripping the woman's hand. "Tell a tale of the road. A tale such that one might slip into the turns and lose oneself for a while. Please, Risa, that is what I would like."

The elder closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose and then a long pull at her own cider near at hand that her daughter was sure to keep filled.

"All right," Risa Magravi began, and though she spoke at a normal volume, it seemed the Place that bore her name had suddenly gone quiet except for the buzz of insects, the sizzle of savory vegetables, and quiet shuffling in seats and step.

"Listen and remember, my family, and hear of how we Varisians gained our freedom from the devils who enslaved us. Listen and remember, my children, of how Vyush'baro, the Cunning Wolf, used their laws and contracts and bindings against them. Listen and remember, my loves, of how they burn with vengeance to return we Free People under their heel. But our wagons roll on."

"Our wagons roll on..." softly repeated Catalena and the rest of the patrons, and Risa retold the legend they all had heard since their first memories.

Game 400 ladder scores


Game 400 results added to ladder

Weez continued her climb, moving into 2nd this time. Still can't see eclaasse though.
Gypsy joined in and took the 3rd spot, knocking Alduin down to 4th. Miales kept his spot at 5th and Ken did the same in the cellar.

Game 400 ladder scores

Thanks!

{Isabella}

Her success at closing the rift had also sent the abomination back from whence it came. Isabella steadied herself against a pillar, though, as the army boys discussed next steps. Gathering her strength with a deep breath, catching the smells of incense, acrid blood, and gunpowder in the air, she moved over to where the book of incantations lay on the ground. She picked it up cautiously, but then strode to one of the prisoners.

"Wir besprechen Ihre Pläne. Sei vorbereitet." She hissed at him and placed the book in her satchel for study later. "Captain. We'll need to find an appropriate place to interrogate. But agreed we need to leave now."

[OOC: I'm fine to wrap as well.

[OOC: Works for me.]

eclaasse's Turn 39


Score: 5 5 2 1 1

Scrub Yahtzee, column 2. Will Gypsy steal all the points? I'm inclined to think so.

2, 3, 8

Who?

Excellent!

Davroar

He is not completely sure that the firepit he saw could generate the heat they can feel in the air nor heat the water flowing past it. Listening to Zhu suggestion to flank the giant, he will blink twice to agree with her plan. To Zindra's question about extinguishing the fire, he will blink twice. He is not sure if the fire is magical or natural, but he has two ideas of how to do put it out in either case. To Zindra's second question about it being lava, he did not see any so he will blink once for his answer.

Your welcome.

Enjoy Gypsy!

Not trying to get people doing the same thing but to help those of the Anal Retentive sort (umm like me) I know that we appreciate when everything lines up:

Aqua's posting of the results are done with the [code ] prompt




Aqua made a score sheet using Excel that makes it extremely easy to just copy and paste the results. Here is the link: ACRO Scoresheet

Yeah, my plan is to use it instead of D&D 5e for my niece and nephew. They want to keep using their poly dice but 5e has been a bit stifling for them, compared to Magical Kitties. Magical Kitties uses d6s otherwise I'd use it, but ICRPG should work well.

nudge didn't work so I'll post so you can vote whilst I am away

Better late than never ... HBD =old guy= <gd&r>

The floor plan is definitely intriguing me - I am trying to work out which brown bits are tables and which are benches - or are they shelving and those are store rooms?
Coral is definitely disappointed that there is no big open fire.

Thanks!

I completely understand. There is a supplier here in the USA selling them for $2 a die, which while I would love to have a few for my con run coming up I haven't yet pulled the trigger. I suppose I should finish writing the complete plot first.

Double Six Dice