TRAP Rp Forum

LOCATION : The Deepwood Grotto, beside The Gatekeeper's library. Date/Time : 10th of Zarantyr 910k, Morning Kane sat on a rock near the entrance to the cave. He recognized how much his heavy plate armor rattled and clanged with his stride, making him a liability for scouting clandestinely. The air was thick, the moisture of the swamp pervasive in every pocket. though deeper into the cave offered some respite from the sensation, it was nothing to write home about. Kane looked down upon the sword bestowed upon him by his father, and examined it. While there was some wear and aging on the hilt of the sword, the blade itself seemed as sharp as if it were newly forged, which Kane attributed to the magical properties of the weapon keeping it intact. As Kane returned his vision to the cave exterior, Zenon made his way over to the entrance to join the watch as well. “Hey Kane, how are you holding up?” That’s a dumb question, Kane thought to himself. He was alive and they found part of what they were looking for. Other than that, the situation was just a dire and shitty as ever. Kane turned towards the younger ir’Torgarn to share these sentiments, but saw that Zenon had something else on his mind, more words soon to pour forth. “So… I don’t know how long we have together. A giant may burst into this grotto at any moment and we’d be fucked. Before something happens to one of us I want to know: where’d you go for all those years after you left the estate?” Kane listened pensively as the question hit him. It was a valid question, and Kane certainly hadn’t been forthcoming about it. The thought of the event reminded him of a time where he was vulnerable, trusting, and those things led to years of suffering. Kane had just moved his default state to one of being closed off and defensive to the outside world, never wanting to be taken off guard again. But this was his cousin, and they had fought side-by-side against foul beasts. If he couldn’t trust Zenon, then who could he trust. Kane took a deep breath and then began to speak. “First of all, I think we could take a giant if we had to. They’re just bigger targets. If he brought friends that would certainly be a disaster, but a lone giant? Who knows, but maybe it’s doable.” Kane joked as he spoke, delaying a bit before getting the heart of Zenon’s question. He glanced around, ensuring no one was particularly close and spoke a bit lower in the hopes that only Zenon would hear. “The only thing I ever wanted to be was a fighter like Garron. He had so much respect and authority among the people of Aundair, was unrivaled in his art, and I wanted to be just like him. But as you know, I was being raised to take over the family business instead. In spite of that, I always clung to the idea that one day I’d wind up as a soldier or knight or guard or whatever anyway. It wasn’t until he took you on as his trainee that it hit me that path was never to be mine within the homestead.” Kane that back onto that night, the exuberant weekly meal where the whole extended family came together. The clinking of the glass as Garron rose to speak and announced that Zenon would officially be taken under his tutelage. The heartbreak, and anger, and resentment that filled Kane at that time floating back into his consciousness. “So, I left. I was gonna find a way to be a soldier or something.” “I went into town and found a shop to buy some better weapons and armor. I needed something better than the toys we had at home for our fights.” As Kane spoke, he took on a more somber tone. The occasionally light-hearted remark encompassed by an ever-present sense of sadness and regret that Zenon would likely pick up on. “I don’t really know what happened next, I guess I was knocked out of something, but when I came to I had been brought to some Host-forsaken fighting pit. And it was only within the last year that I had found an opportunity to escape.” Kane looked away from Zenon at this point and towards his hands and weapons from the ring. “You think you are the only one who has killed innocents? At least you have the benefit of knowing that it wasn’t really you. How many of those I fought were also plucked from their lives and tossed into the ring for the entertainment of bastards.” Kane’s hands clenched into fists, a hatred boiling within his chest as he thought back. “Fourteen years, Zen. Fourteen years right beneath the nose of Fairhaven. Fourteen years filled with dread that any fight could be my last, and that even if it weren’t, it was at the cost of another just like me. I was damn good at what I did, and for better or worse it’s a part of who I am now.” With that Kane would take a moment and then turn back to face Zenon. “At some point, I will go back, and I’ll slaughter every last one of my captors like the reprehensible swine that they are, but it looks like we have larger things to concern ourselves with at the moment. Like whether or not a giant might stumble upon a quaint little cave.”

LOCATION : The Deepwood, just outside the cave beside The Gatekeeper's library. Date/Time : 10th of Zarantyr 910k, Morning WHO : Ambrosia, Monroe It was shameful hearing the way Monroe had died, the waste that it had been, the sheer lack of compassion from the hands of a murderer who would have destroyed a family simply because of his liquor. Ambri felt the bitterness of disappointment in her, that such men would exist committing crimes without thought; she would hope that Monroe's killer had at least been dealt with or apprehended, and otherwise should hope that Monroe saw to him when the party was in Fairhaven, much as he assured that he'd seen to his exorcising of his demons. He'd spent a good deal of his fortune in an attempt to exorcise his ghosts and gone so far as to try and attack them, but to no avail. But Monroe went quiet for a moment, thinking on Ambrosia's last question.  "It's not that I don't trust them or anything, it's just then I haven't gotten as close with them. Lorzub seems hard to approach, seeing that he has his mind focused on more import things at the moment, Asher, and I meant this in the least offensive way, seems too, well, childish to take this seriously. Kane,well, he could probably care less, and as for Zenon and the greedy roguey fella , well, I only really just met them. I only brought you alone to tell ya because I felt like you are like a true friend to me, and I'm not sure if I could say that for anyone else in the party, at least not for now. As a friend, I ask you to keep this to yourself for now, I just felt that keeping this secret from everyone wasn't right, I knew someone needed to know."   She was thoughtful. Honoured, really, Ambrosia had thought that she was dead to Monroe after she had actually  died, leaving the man in the path of danger which lead to his demise, but this? Am watched Monroe with her dark eyes as she thought, did he actually value her opinion? If so, then he may actually take what she felt she had to say on board.  "Monroe, I think you're right; I think it isn't right to keep this from the others." Ambrosia admitted "I also understand that this subject is not one you would like to openly share. So I ask you, is there a way to deal with these creatures and bring them to the platoon's attention, without pointing the focus on you?" The tan woman said using the somehow inappropriate military word, not even realising that she'd done so. "I have nothing against keeping your secrets, I would do so for any ally of mine; this may prove dangerous to our allies however. What can I do about that?" 

LOCATION: The Deepwood Grotto Date/Time: Morning, 10th of Zarantyr 910k WHO: Zenon, Kane After Kane finished a silence lay between the two cousins, punctuated from time to time by droplets of water falling into the pool. The oathbreaker was thinking about how to respond. Eventually he spoke. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Fourteen years of darkness like that is unfathomable for me.” Zenon smiled, thinking of the irony. “You say the pit was forsaken by the Host, but from where I stand it seems that Dol Dorn must have taken a liking to you for you to survive all those years. I can see how that place shaped who you are today but your greatest strengths were developed at home or on the road with these scoundrels.” You know, seeing you fight reminded me of my time squiring for your father. Before I was old enough to take part in the battles I would prepare Garron’s armor and weapons beforehand and accompany him to the field in case he needed any aid with faulty equipment or an extra maul. During one of the battles of Thaliost the general gave your father orders to hold the center formation no matter what. In the heat of battle Garron saw a giant of a man wreaking havoc on the left side of the battle. He wore red plate armor—or at least it looked red from all the blood—and wielded a heavy halberd. He was cutting down Aundairans before they could even get close. From the hill I saw Garron take note of him. Your father hesitated, remembering the generals words, for a few moments. He saw the crimson warrior take down two soldiers in that time and by then Garron was sprinting in his direction. Garron issued a challenge and in the middle of the melee space was given to the two combatants. On both sides of the battle soldiers gathered their breath and watched the two titans of the battlefield go at it. It was a glorious duel, which your father won obviously. He goaded the Kaarnathi to try an overhead chop and when the warrior did so your father planted his foot on the shaft and took off his arm from the elbow down. The army of Kaarnath, who up until that point fought like a pack of wolves, soon began to give ground after seeing their best fighter defeated. After the battle, the general scolded Garron and threatened him in front of other knights to follow orders in the future. I asked him why did he disobey orders to fight that individual. He told me: ‘Zenon, until Aundair finds a better warrior I’m the champion of this battalion. As long as I’m around no one will fight the deadliest opponents but me, and its important that all the other soldiers know that.’ The reason I’m telling you this story now is so that you know the difference between who you were in the pit and who you are now. You used to be a gladiator. You would fight whoever was put in front of you. Now you rush toward the most dangerous foe that assails our group. Now you are a champion. Remember that.”

LOCATION:  Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches   Date/Time: Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime  WHO: The whole Crew xD It  was decided that continuing to row throughout the night would be an unwise decision, and so the party of adventurers would make camp for the night as they had done on their journeys before. Ambrosia had been contemplating all that she and the others had learned during the latest visit with the Crones, choosing to keep her silence until the troupe was all on the river's shore. First she would wish to speak with Zenon, informing him of the shocking revelation the Crones had made towards her first, before addressing the rest of the group also.  Around a reasonable campfire, the young woman would stifle her cough and relate all that had been said for Asher and Zenon's sake, all the members of TRAP being allowed to have the same knowledge. However, there was something that she seemed to want to add, even after Kane, Lorzub and Monroe had heard all that they had been there to hear from the Crones.  "One last thing..." Ambrosia was beginning. Her brown eyes looked troubled a moment as she casually moved her right hand to her left, running her tan fingers down the length of her forearm. "When Gwen had asked you to leave the Crones' cabin... They revealed some information to me which was troubling. This mark." Ambrosia spoke, showing the intricate design that had been scarred into her right ankle once more. "A Daelkyr mark, apparently; and one that I am told will be hunting me soon. I say let it come." The fighter said, her fingers counting over and over, one, two, three, four... "I wanted you all to know however. I have cost the party quite a lot already, so I did not wish to keep from you potentially deadly information. So that is everything I know, about this mark and what it is attached to, you now all know what I do." She assured, and would answer any questions pertaining to her mark or whatever else the Crones had told her of it, keeping secret only that Gwen bore a Daelkyr mark on her back as well. 

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew  Lorzub addressed the party members "As Ambrosia said the information from The Crones doesn't mean anything to me, but perhaps it does to some of you. 'one on the head of a madman' apparently refers to a crazed man who stays in The Mournlands, wears a helm, and has an army of undead. 'One in the hand of a murderer' refers to an adventurer who wears black, carries a powerful sword, and is a vampire". He looked to each of the group "Are these descriptions familiar to anyone?".

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew At the campfire Zenon was roasting the fish that Asher had caught over the fire as Ambrosia spoke. He listened intently to the details of the encounter with those foul entities. The oathbreaker was paying close attention to what his fiancee was saying and peacefully preparing his meal when she said: “I have cost the party quite a lot already”. Zenon furrowed his brow and looked around the campfire as the medic finished what she was saying; any thought of enjoying his meal vanished from his mind. The paladin spoke: “What have you cost the party beyond the rest of us? We are all a part of this coalition. We all put ourselves at risk whenever we run into trouble. We rely on each other: some to protect the others by standing on the front lines of a skirmish, some to kill our assailants quickly, others to heal the damage that others receive. When one of us falls in battle we do our best to bring them back if its possible. These three” , motioning to Asher, Kane, and Lor’zub, “followed the Order across the continent to bring me back, and have protected me in battle many times. I saved Lor’zub from a gang of werewolves , stand between Asher and those who would hurt him in every fight, and I spared Kane from a monstrous bull because I had a better chance of withstanding its onslaught. I appreciate your honesty, but don’t burden yourself with guilt. Obsessing over the past will only distract you from the trials in front of you; and soon there will be trials. If anyone disagrees with me speak now, otherwise let us not talk about debts among our party. The only thing we ever owe each other is our best effort.” ———— Zenon finally finished cooking his fish and opened his mouth to take a bite when Lor’zub asked if anyone knew of the descriptions the crones gave. The oathbreaker thought back to anyone who may fit the description given by Lor’zub and Ambrosia. Zenon closed his mouth, salivating over his dinner, to answer the Gatekeeper. “If they say I knew him, then I believe I know who the Crones were talking about. I met him briefly in Stonerift, near Mror’s Hold. He was an odd fellow and I didn’t interact with him much. He was particularly close to a dra—a captain who was leading us there. It may be a good idea if we message that Captain Leader; he seemed to know many different adventuring groups.” Zenon took a bite out of the fish.

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew Lorzub carved the latest events into his staff as everyone sat around the fire. The discovery of The Gatekeeper Library, the death of Yambul, the battle against kobolds, the death of Amari. The falling in battle against fire giants. The finding of the Amulet of Vvaraack. He recollected the incidents that brought him here as he told his tale on his weapon. Lorzub looked up from his work and stared at the new people in the group. Gwen, rescued from The Order. Her companions killed, but she was spared. She seemed to have cozied up to Kane. She gave up that ear awfully quick. My attitude toward Zofah caused such a rift, it's probably not worth it to start a fight over Gwen just yet. Amari, I think I may have been dead wrong about him. He showed up claiming to be a "retired" Gatekeeper. Claimed he was called by Yambul, made conflicting statements about Yambul within a space of a minute. Happened to show up, leave, show up again with no indication of how he found us. Died needlessly with specific instructions to be reincarnated. Lorzub mumbled to himself "Sullivan's Daelkyr spoke to him when he died". Lorzub opened his book and continued reading about the horrors that were The Lords of Xoriat. Perhaps he could learn something of The Mark Ambrosia had made them aware of.

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew "Finding anything useful in there, sport?" He called out to Lorzub across the fire, happily munching on a fish. It would've tasted better if he was the cat. The stress must be getting to the half-orc, perhaps Amari could try to cheer him up somehow. "Lass, let me see that tattoo there, you said it a daelkyr did it? Hmm." He scratched at his beard in thought. "How long has it been there? Perhaps we could tell how far away it is, or how powerful. . .It's strange to me, both dragons and daelkyr marking folks in tattoos, could they be connected? On the bright side, if you get two more, you'd have a tat-three." He laughs aloud.

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew Lorzub sighed "I imagine all of it is useful in some manner. Specific answers to current questions, I'm still searching". He looked up from the book towards Amari, his voice quiet "What knowledge do you have to offer? You're not a druid, it seems you haven't been tied to a Grove. You've met Urag Yambul. I'm sure you know significantly more than I do about these matters. Please, share your wisdom and your story, my friend".

LOCATION: Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time: 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO: The whole Crew Lorzub continued reading through the heavy tome. "Ambrosia, it seems the Daelkyr often place Marks on individuals they wish to observe" . He looked up from the book "It doesn't specify why, but that is to be expected, I suppose" . Lorzub continued, almost as an apology "There doesn't seem to be much written on the mind of the Daelkyr. You have to remember, they're alien, they're motives are beyond our comprehension in many cases. They're immortal, so they're very patient. They deceive and manipulate, so that Mark may simply mean you've gained their attention as a possible..." he thought for a second "game piece, much like the ones in your Dragon Chess set. You were told the Daelkyr would be hunting you. If this is the case, and it intends to kill you, perhaps you are a threat in some way". Lorzub spoke up and addressed the rest of the group "I am unable to find much information about The Beginning here. It simply states, in a long winded fashion, it was the first Gatekeeper Stronghold and it contains the First Portal. The fact we know it contains various defense mechanisms seems to make us more knowledgeable on the subject than this book. My guess would be The Gatekeepers simply didn't write down their secrets concerning The Beginning to keep it safe".

LOCATION : Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time : Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO : The whole Crew After she had spoken Lorzub questioned Asher and Zenon over the individuals who the crones had spoken of, hoping to have a more solid plan of what they were looking for, but when Zenon spoke up it was not to address Lorzub's surprisingly, Ambrosia's!  His brow was furrowed as Ambrosia's betrothed spoke in inspired truth,  “We are all a part of this coalition. We all put ourselves at risk whenever we run into trouble. We rely on each other: some to protect the others by standing on the front lines of a skirmish, some to kill our assailants quickly, others to heal the damage that others receive."  he said "When one of us falls in battle we do our best to bring them back if its possible. These three followed the Order across the continent to bring me back, and have protected me in battle many times." "I appreciate your honesty, but don’t burden yourself with guilt. Obsessing over the past will only distract you from the trials in front of you; and soon there will be trials. If anyone disagrees with me speak now, otherwise let us not talk about debts among our party. The only thing we ever owe each other is our best effort.” Ambrosia looked surprised, a brake from the serious or calm expression she usually was wearing. She fully expected Zenon's words to not be mutual but none of the others spoke against him, they all went on like what he'd said was completely normal! Trying to not attract attention to herself, the soldier bowed her head a little and smiled. Ah, 'Zenon had spoken like his old self'  she thought. She had been quite foolish, hadn't she? It took the paladin speaking honestly for Ambrosia to see that.  While her fiance went about cooking his dinner and the others continued the conversation Ambrosia brushed her brown hair from her face, continuing to smile brightly at Zenon. He always spoke of how she'd helped him with his own troubles but honestly, Ambri felt the same was true for her; she felt like she was a better person when the Paladin spoke some sense to the fighter. She just might listen to what Zenon had said about guilt from then on.

LOCATION : Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time : Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO : The whole Crew She made sure that she was paying attention to what was being said, the serious young woman not willing to be distracted by Zenon while there was still strategy to be decided upon (even though she couldn't help smiling at the light champion, she would have to do something about his dark armour). Their own Gatekeeper had finished carving into his staff as he grumbled the words  "Sullivan's Daelkyr spoke to him when he died"  Before looking into his book, Ambrosia wearing a frown instead of her short-lived smile as she rather politely questioned "Excuse me, when he died?" Understandably, the woman had a personal stake in the marks and the Daelkyr themselves, since she was not only fighting alongside the Gatekeepers but also had found out that she wore a mark from one herself.  "Tell me, would it be the Daelkyr that killed, Sullivan did you say? Did you see it, how hard are they to kill." Ambri asked calmly, seriously. She didn't know the person that Lorzub had spoken of, but having been spoken to by a Daelkyr, well that was certainly something to take note of.  The newly resurrected Amari questioned Lorzub also, the book he read one of great import and hopefully, some great revelations. The resurrected gatekeeper requested that he see the Daelkyr mark that Ambrosia had made the party all aware of, the woman obediently raising her knee so as to roll up her trouser leg and show the intricate marking on her ankle. Another woman might have been more shy, idly Ambrosia wondered what Gwyn thought, she quite liked the elf lady after all! "How long has it been there? Perhaps we could tell how far away it is, or how powerful. . ."  Amari asked her and Ambrosia tried to answer as accurately as she could. "I believe I have had this Daelkyr mark about two months now, it is hard to recall specifically when I acquired it because of the way my memory was effected during-" oh... While Ambrosia held her clothing lifted to show her ankle she looked over to Zenon. With the chaos since his dethralling, the woman had neglected to tell Zenon where she'd been for the past five years. Er, that would need to be corrected. Ambrosia couldn't believe what a tremendous oversight that had been on her side, what Zenon must be thinking of her, and he still hoped to marry the woman?! Amari made some observations on the different markings which he knew of, joking about Ambrosia's "tattoo" and laughing charmingly. Though Am didn't understand what he'd meant she smiled amicably, Amari always had a very refreshingly light-hearted attitude about him, the soldier appreciated it.  "Ambrosia, it seems the Daelkyr often place Marks on individuals they wish to observe"  Lorzub explained his findings, but it just made Ambrosia more curious, and confused.  "I don't understand though, why a Daelkyr would want to observe me. There is truthfully nothing spectacular about me." she coughed, sighing and taking her plain book from her side and noting down the time, the medic keeping record of the corruption and how it had been under control for the most part of late. "Do not misunderstand, I am aware that I have some limited skill in what I've chosen to train in, but honestly; I would say I am not above average in any significant way. Surely there are far more fascinating people that a Daelkyr might choose to "hunt" as it were." Ambrosia managed to to say calmly, despite her deep-rooted displeasure at some alien thing thinking her its prey. The fighter would not have it, like Kane Ambrosia was not the kind of person who would just lie down and die.  "It doesn't specify why, but that is to be expected, I suppose" . Lorzub apologised, to which Am shook her head in a way to say 'no need';  it was likely that Lorzub would be one of the only people who could inform Am about this Daelkyr thing, Ambrosia did not believe there was any room for an apology.  "You were told the Daelkyr would be hunting you. If this is the case, and it intends to kill you, perhaps you are a threat in some way"  Lorzub mused "I also doubt that." Am all but huffed, the only sign she would allow herself which betrayed how frustrated she'd felt with the idea that she was being hunted by some repulsive alien. "I got this mark before I ever even met all of you, while I was still," She glanced at Zenon "Preoccupied. I don't see any conceivable way that I might have been a threat to the existence of something that I had not even the knowledge of, and knowledge is power. I truly believe this." She decided she ought not drop the fact that she was being held against her will for nigh on 5 years on Zenon out of the blue, it would be good to speak to him in private and explain.  "From all you are telling me, Lorzub, this Daelkyr mark sounds to just have been placed upon me at random." She indicated her ankle as she spoke, looking over to Gwyn. Could she have some insight on the matter.  "I am unable to find much information about The Beginning here. It simply states, in a long winded fashion, it was the first Gatekeeper Stronghold and it contains the First Portal. The fact we know it contains various defence mechanisms seems to make us more knowledgeable on the subject than this book. My guess would be The Gatekeepers simply didn't write down their secrets concerning The Beginning to keep it safe"  Ambrosia heard Lorzub say, thought on the matter. She looked to both Amari in his new form and the dependable Lorzub, her curiosity running wild.  "If it was not written down, then it must have an oral tradition." Ambri had thought "Important information must be protected, yes, but then it must also be important enough to not be forgotten. There was a dragon being housed beneath the Library of the Gatekeepers, was there not? What did those markings mean Lorzub. I would have liked the opportunity to read them myself, but I fear that I am not proficient in the ancient language you two are gifted in." She thought.... "The way I have understood your words, much information has been lost to your order, or am I mistaken? ... Would Yambul know more of the beginning? He knew of the amulet of Varaak, though he chose not to share that information with anyone until you happened on his doorstep, the way you've told us the situation. Would it be possible he knows of more vital information that we may possibly acquire if there is a way to return Yambul to life? What is, the resting place of the Gatekeepers, perhaps that should be our next destination once our business in Zarashak" the soldier would not impose her thoughts on any of the troupe, of course. She simply spoke of the options before them and would follow the will of the majority or the veto of the leader, it was the only way she knew how to operate. 

LOCATION : Camp, Downriver of the home of the Crones. The Shadow marches Date/Time : Morning, 13th of Zarantyr 910k, nighttime WHO : The whole Crew Lorzub responded to Ambrosia "Sullivan was a talented sorcerer who traveled with us for a time. He had contact with a Daelkyr on numerous occasions after passing through a Portal by mistake. It spoke to him in dreams and appeared as a pale blue man, or man of frost, or something similar" . Lorzub struggled to remember the details, but eventually gave up "Sullivan always talked about how cold it was, anyway." He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts "Sullivan had been given the impression that this 'entity' was some sort of powerful being of benevolent intent. When he was raised from his death, he told me how wrong he had been. He said he discovered it was a Daelkyr, and it had deceived him. He started on his own journey to face and destroy this Daelkyr, against my advice and without our assistance". Lorzub paused a moment "I don't know if he was marked, or not". He pointed toward Ambrosia's leg "As I said, the Daelkyr don't think like us. We probably don't understand its motives for choosing one person over another, but I wouldn't believe you were chosen 'at random'".

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ????? WHO : Serendipity, Kittree Serendipity rattles off questions, excited and enbriated from her recent indulgence in alcohol. (She's usually pretty shy)."Kittree! You really need to tell me everything about Stain. I've never met a talking cat before, did a wizard enchant him? Can he enchant other cats to talk? I wonder what Oreo would talk about? Why is Stain so big? He's bigger than you! Oh and speaking of you, it's been ages since we hung out! How have you been? Did you want to rejoin our band? We have another spot open!" She finally sits down and attempts to calm herself over the excitement.

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ????? WHO : Serendipity, Kittree Kittree was scribbling ideas on the best ways to help the refugees and her friends excited to finally be able to truly take an important leader role. All of a sudden she heard the excited voice of Serendipity come towards her. "Hi Dipity! isn't this excit..." before she could finish her sentence Serendipity began rabbling off questions faster then Kittree could answer "Oh yes Stai..., I think that his..., Most people are,..You to..." After a while of trying to interject and failing Kittree just giggled and let Serendipity finish her ramble till she was out of breath. When Serendipity took a seat to calm herself Kittree put a hand on her shoulder. "My goodness Dipity! you are full of energy today aren't you. It has been quite an exciting day!" She chuckled and began to go through all Serendiptiy's questions. "First off!" Kittree gave Serendipity a huge hug "I missed you! I'm so glad you and Allithea made it out of that terrible tragedy in Cyre". Kittree released Serendipity from the hug and smiled brightly at her. "And of course I would love to rejoin the band! The refugees can use a pick me up that only your beautiful music can provide! Oh and about Stain. As cute and adorable as an enchanted talking cat would be Stain is not one. He's a hmm...what where they called." Kittree took out her journal and flipped to the pages she dedicated to Stain when she first met him "Aaaa... ah here it is! A Tabaxi. Which is like a humanoid cat person I suppose. He's still cute! but unfortunately I don't think he can enchant Oreo to talk. But he can use magic! It's pretty awesome!. And actually I can talk to Oreo if I wanted to. I can tell you what he sounds like if you want."  

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ????? WHO : Serendipity, Kittree Seren nods happily. "I'm sure the refugees would love something to lift their spirits. And the music would help bring them to our camp as well! Just think of all of the lost souls out there, I really hope we can help them." After a big hug, she looked over Kittree's shoulder as she explained Stain. "Hmm, I've never heard of a Tabaxi before, but they're just so adorable!" She picks up Kittree and whirls her about. "Oh! But you can really tell me what Oreo sounds like?" She hauls him up to a table, watching the edges to make sure he doesn't escape and run off.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ????? WHO: Serendipity, Kittree "Don't worry Serendipity. I have faith that we will be able to help them heal and get back on their feet." Kittree returned Serendipity hug gladly. When she mentioned Stain Kit turned over and looked at him and smiled "Stain Is so cute!" She turned back over towards Serendipity and put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion. "But don't tell him that or he gets mad. Although its cute when he gets mad to." She giggled. "Woah!" it was unexpected when Serendipity picked her up but let her put Kit on the table. When she put Oreo on the table Kit leaned over and began to pet him gently as she casted speak with animals. "Meow meow." Kit began conversing with Oreo giggle and laughing in-between meows. Kit looked back up at Serendipity and smiled. "He's so cute! I asked him what he thinks of our new home. He said it looks like a bump but it beats where he was before. He wants his own room." Kit chuckled again and continued to talk to Oreo "Meow Meow" After a bit more talk Kit hugged Oero and gave him a kiss then looked back towards Serendipity "I asked him what kind of room he wanted. He said as long as it had lots of things to scratch and it was close to you and Allithea he would be happy."  

LOCATION: A library somewhere in Khorvaire Date/Time: 15th of Sypheros 909k WHO: Nala and Ex Arriving for Ex is a small, curious envelope. A wax seal is on the front, in which a small rose has been imprinted. Other than this clue, the envelope does not reveal who sent it. Upon opening it, Ex finds a letter written on heavy parchment, with a script that suggests practiced strokes of one who records their travels often. The parchment smells as if it came straight out of an ancient book - the pleasant must of recorded histories. It reads as follows: My Dearest Ex, When neither you nor Diego returned, I feared the very worst. I feared that I had lost my two greatest loves, and really all that I had left. As you can imagine, then, I am overjoyed to hear from you now. I have spent much time in solitude – I have retreated into myself to calm the swirling emotions of my soul. And in that time, I have come to realize that only through forgiveness can I begin to heal old wounds in my life. With that, know that I forgive you for everything. Even for making the deal about the Forever Stone. In keeping with my character from adventures past, I will say this: You have not changed a bit, my friend. The world is, unfortunately, in dire straits. I fear for our continued existence, as threats are pouring in from all sides. Drow armies, daelkyr, and worse are coming, and I know that our days are numbered. In my respite, I have come to the conclusion that nothing can be done. We must all resign ourselves to the death of the world coming without hesitation. In all of my studies, I have found no definitive answers as to how we may be able to reverse this apocalyptic cataclysm, and I know that without the hands of my friends to guide me, I do not have the will to try. However, do not think that I am attempting to persuade you to return. Nothing would make me happier, of course, though I know that our paths are meant to be severed and that we function best when achieving our own goals independently of one another. Should we have stayed in each other’s company, we would have been pulling in opposite directions, degrading our energy until nothing was left. Speaking of our goals, were you able to resurrect Crow? I deeply regret that I could not make that happen for you. Understanding the fate of the world as I do now, I believe you deserved to spend your last days in happiness, with the man you loved. (Though, for the record, I still believe you deserve much better.) I should tell you now that I do not have much to report. I have spent my time with the friends made between the covers of books. While this has been satisfying, I can feel myself missing the excitement upon the sea. (Or rather the air, I suppose. We never made great pirates, after all.) Perhaps I should venture out once more and see what these last days hold in store for a young Dragonborn warlock. All my love, Nala PS. The song was your most brilliant yet. You should finish it.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ????? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Allithea Stain pulls away Allithea away from her sister, making sure they are far enough away so that Serendipity wouldn't be able to overhear what he was about to say. "I'm sorry to pull you way like this. It's just that I, well, worry about your friend, the one with the cat. She seems to keep staring at me, whispering things." Stain puts a paw to his chin and began to scratch it, as if he was thinking. "Is it that she hates me? If that's so I'd like to know why she does. Did I say something to offend her?" Stain stopped scratching as he let started to purr. He looked away in embarrassment hoping that Allithea didn't notice. "Anyways, whatever it is, I'd like to right whatever wrong I may have done. Did she by any chance tell you anything about this?"

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ????? WHO : Serendipity, Kittree, Zara, Allithea, Manneo, Trea, Stain Prescott looked to the rest of the group. His eyes were wide, but were weighed down with heavy bags. He had a calm, serious demeanor. "It seems we have an excellent plan in place, I thank The Silver Flame for our progress. I will be heading back to Sharavacion to tend to the needy, since this is still a priority while we build a new encampment for them. Perhaps I shall return with say, five healthy volunteers, to assist those efforts? That should help speed things along without overwhelming our effort. I will take care to find individuals with useful skills." Prescott muttered as he turned to walk away "May The Silver Flame light our way".

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ????? WHO : Serendipity, Kittree, Zara, Allithea, Manneo, Trea, Stain As the team discussed how best to aid the other Cyrean refugees within the city of Sharavacion, Manneo inquired as to a possible clearing in which to create a temporary center. Before making his way due north, Manneo walked through the accessible areas of the new shelter they had been provided by the mysterious Duncan. The bedrooms were roughly equivalent in size, with only minor variations between them. Manneo took the time to inspect each room, making particular note of the quality of the flooring, optimal room shape for inclusion of future items, and proximity to an external wall. Having run each of the rooms by his criteria, he elected the best location to suit his needs. Unfortunately, while Manneo went through his careful selection, the others did not necessary employ the same degree of specificity, making their selections on “whim” or “gut feeling”. Annoyed, but trying to be accommodating, Manneo went down his room rankings and selected the best available room – it was his third choice, but it could’ve been worse Manneo thought to himself. With a room selected, Manneo looked towards the bed disappointedly. It’s frame, no more than approximately 6’8.3” in length was far less than ideal, but Manneo would make due until adjustments could be made. At least Colossus doesn’t need a bed , Manneo thought to himself while mentally delineating where the magitech companion would power down during the evening. Thinking of Colossus reminded Manneo that the robot was still upstairs working on creating an barn door sized opening into a side of the cabin. With this in mind, he hurried up the stairs as the last few strikes were being made into the wall, it falling inward just slightly before Manneo’s feet. Colossus walked into the top floor of the cabin, stepping over the fallen wall and stopped in front of the Goliath. Manneo peered around the metallic giant and observed the work, as a gentle breeze rolled in through the unseemly opening. “I guess I was in such a rush to rejoin the others downstairs that I gave you poor instructions, pal,” Manneo said to Colossus while looking upon the blunder, his countenance containing a mixture of consternation with much larger doses of bemusement and acceptance. “Sometimes I forgot how exact you are. Nevertheless, we certainly can’t leave a porthole of this size on the broadside of the cabin… help me move the wall back into position, we’ll reinforce it with what he can, and we will settle on a more permanent solution in the coming days.” With that, the pair lifted the wall from the ground together – Colossus being instructed to walk himself out through the wall as he lifted to not be trapped inside. Manneo rearranged the meager items within the cabin top floor to brace the wall internally, while Colossus gather some timber to reinforce the wall segment externally. It wasn’t a great fix, but it would suffice until time and resources could be found to create a proper doorway. Manneo took out a piece of parchment, quill and ink to make a list of required items for the endeavor. “I’ll focus on fixing this first thing tomorrow. Moving this wall to get you in and out of the building each time will get tiresome with great haste if it is not addressed. But for today, we’ve got a task to work on to aid the others displaced from Cyre. Wait here while I go get one of the others,” Manneo said, patting his large palm the even large plated arm of the mechanical entity. He then reentered the cabin, made his way down the stairs, and sought out the very excitable halfling. He called out for Kittree searching among the new abode until stumbling upon her. “Ah, Kittree, there you are! Having spoken to Duncan, it seems that there is a clearing about a mile north of our present location where the least amount of effort would be needed to create farmland of sorts. I am good at a lot of things, but I am chagrined to admit that a sense of direction is not one of those blessings. Per chance, would you be able to accompany me to the clearing, and maybe mark a path that I could follow in the future?” Manneo hated admitting his faults, but he’d rather swallow his pride than get aimlessly lost in the unfamiliar forest. Besides, if they were to all be a team, that would certainly learn of his strengths and weakness in due time. “Oh, if it is not too difficult, perhaps the markings could be done in such a way as to not draw attention, but be different enough that those of our organization would be able to find our way. While I am happy to help others, I don’t want to bring undo difficulties onto our group and newfound organization, which may be the case if some ne’er-do-wells are interspersed with those most needing of our assistance.”

Location: A Letter In Messenger Guild  Date/Time: ??? Who: The words printed on the outside of the envelope: TO THE BLUE FROGPERSON, SHOULD YOU HAPPEN TO SEE THEM — CAN'T MISS THEM, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN  Dear Ex, I leave this message with the understanding that you may not receive it. If you do, know this. If Snert is dead, I will feel sorrow as I extract my pound of flesh from you. The same level of sorrow will be maintained as I stir said flesh into a delicious stew. Which I will proceed to feed to Sahuagin beggars. If he is alive, please direct him to Trolanport and await further instructions contingent on my return from the Underdark. If that fails to materialize in a few years time, he is free to do as he wishes with the knowledge I have imparted on him.  Direct further correspondence to Trolanport. Sincerely, Invidia of Korth

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ????? WHO: Serendipity, Kittree, Zara, Allithea, Manneo, Trea, Stain Kittree was taking a much needed break from clearing out the rubble from the passageways to prepare them for further excavation when she heard the familiar voice of Manneo calling out to her. "Oh hey Manny!" She got up and greeted Manneo with her usual hug. When Manneo asked for her assists she smiled brightly in excitement always eager to help. "Oh course! I could use a bit of a break from clearing out this rubble. Even in bear form this gets a bit tiring." Kittree chuckled then began fiddling with one of her pouches. "I think I have an idea for a subtle marking." Kittree pulled out a few seeds from her pouch of herbs and her journal. "You see these seeds? They belong to a plant called Talenta Iris. They only grow in the plains." Kittree flipped through her journal till she found the section dedicated to plants she had studied and seen. "Here this is what they look like." before Manneo was a very detailed drawing of a flower with six large peddles that from the shading of the drawing showed a darker tint in the center. "The tips of the flower are white and fade into a lavender blue. Without a very good knowledge of plants you wouldn't be able to tell it was out of place. I can druid craft these plants throughout the area so we follow them back to the base." Kittree closed up her journal and put her seeds away. "Okie dokie lets get growing!" Kittree said with a big smile then looked around for a moment when she realized she had not seen Colossus since they first entered the base. "Manny where is Cole?"

LOCATION: Base DATE/TIME: ????? WHO: Kit, Cole, Manneo " Colossus? Here's upstairs waiting. Need to work on proper accommodations for getting him in and out of the cabin upstairs without destroying everything," Manneo responded to the halfling, having thought it pretty obvious that the dimensions of the original entrance to the cabin did not permit the easy passage of the mechanical behemoth. "That sounds like an excellent idea for marking the route!" With Kit in agreement to travel towards the clearing to survey the land available there and to mark a trail, Manneo heads back upstairs and asks Kit to ignore the poorly realigned wall opposite the shade that was adjusted earlier to reveal the secret door to the downstairs quarters. Upon exiting the cabin, Manneo would turn to the machine that had remained perfectly unmoved from the time Manneo asked it to wait. A small bird had taken roost upon his mechanical carapace. "Alright, Colossus, lets go!"  Colossus turned slightly to face Manneo's current position and strode up beside him, startling the bird which flew off to more stationary locations. Manneo turned and looked downward to the tiny halfling, seemingly more diminutive in stature alongside the towering visages of the Goliath and robot.  "Would you care to lead the way? I'm afraid the only information I have about where we are headed is the little bit provided by Duncan. If a higher vantage point would aid your progress in finding a path, I'm sure Colossus would not mind hoisting you upon one of his shoulders... isn't that right big guy?"  Manneo looked over towards Colossus knowing an answer would not come, but nodding in the affirmative as if one had. "It is entirely up to you and your preferred means of travel."

LOCATION: Base DATE/TIME: ????? WHO: Kit, Cole, Manneo Kittree followed closed behind as Manneo and her made there way to Colossus. Seeing the bird perched on Colossus made her chuckle at the large metal behemoth. "There you are Cole!" although Kittree knew Colossus was not a living creature she often liked to see him that way. Kittree face lite up when Manneo offered her a ride on Colossus shoulders. "No no! I would love a ride from Cole. It's been alone time since I got a ride from the big guy!" Kittree said as she patted the side of Colossus leg. She reached out her arms towards the giant metal man as if a child was reaching out towards their mother to pick them up. Surprisingly gentle Colossus reached down and picked up Kittree placing her gently on his shoulders. "Woah! I forgot how tall you where Cole!" Kittree said as the view from Colossus's vantage point allow for a much easier scan of the area. "Ok Cole onward north!" She said pointing of the direction Duncan suggested. Once Manneo repeated the command Colossus began to make his way north. Every few feet Kittree would inform Manneo to tell Colossus to stop and let her down so she could druid craft a few Talenta irises in the areas leading a mile north so they could find their way back. Once back on Kittree would scan the north area keeping an eye out for the clearing. After a few more stops Kittree noticed in the distance an area void of trees. "Oh I think I found it! It's about 40 more feet ahead!" Once they made it to the clearing Kittree asked Manneo to have Cole let her down and she ran forward towards the center of the clearing. There was ample room for Kittree to create her farming field but in order to have rooms for housing and shelter they would need to clear out some more trees. "This is Perfect! We'll need to clear out more space for the housing but in this area we will have less of an affect on the nature surrounding this area." she looked back towards Manneo and smiled. "What do you think Manny?"

LOCATION: Base and Sharavacion DATE/TIME: ????? WHO: Allithea, Kittree, Manneo, Prescott, Serendipity, Stain, Trea, Zara Zara had just gotten Stephen and his nanny, Gerta, settled in the room. She walked to a wooden bench that could be used as an impromptu desk and took her ink, quill and parchment out of her pack. She wrote in bold, elegant letters on the biggest papers she had. At the top of the poster in all capital letters it read “HAVEN FOR EXILES” . The text under that read. “Hail Cyrans, The time for hunger, for disease, for wandering, and for begging is over. The cataclysm took our loved ones, our homes, and our ways of life. Providence has given us land to rest, recuperate, and heal. Here we will rebuild our lives, return to work, and rearm ourselves. Together we will make progress toward the great struggle of our time: the reclamation of Cyre! Join us. Come to the town of Sharavacion and wait at the inn until an hour past dawn. We will come for you. Have faith, and stay strong.” Finishing up the posters, twelve of them, Zara grabbed a red candle from her bag. She cast a Fire Bolt and melted the candle into a tray. The wizard took out her signet ring and, as she poured the red wax on each poster, stamped each piece of paper with her mark. Zara rejoined the rest of the group with her posters in tow and discussed their plans for a time. When Prescott announced he would be returning to Sharavacion, the wizard spoke up. “I will accompany you. I have need of some supplies from town.” —————— On the way back to the town Zara talks about an aspect that Prescott and the mother have in come. “So I see you are a servant of the Silver Flame. How did you come to the faith?” —————— In town Prescott and Zara split up. At first Prescott sought out the most vulnerable of the refugees to render his aid. Zara, however, looked for capable, young adults mwho had families. The wizard found three that fit the bill. Zara led them to a quiet part of town and announced her plan. “I have something to ask of each of you. I need you to undertake a journey to spread information to other Cyrans. My companions and I will take care of your families while you are gone. We will heal them, clothe them, feed them, and shelter them. Your task is to bring more Cyrans to this place so we can help more people in need. I will purchase each of you a swift horse and give you gold for room and board on your journey. I want you all to ride south along different paths carrying these letters.” Zara pauses to allow them to read the contents. “At each town you pass I want you to leave one of these in the inn. Don’t count on the Thranians to help you, but tell them if they redirect the refugees their town will be made more peaceful and healthier. If you meet any refugees on the road then show them the letter and give them directions before continuing on your way.” “This task is of the utmost importance; how well you perform may very well effect the history of our nation. If you can gather our people, rally them to the stronghold I am building with my companions, we may yet regain our strength and retake our homeland. In case you didn’t recognize that mark on each parchment or my appearance, I am the Marchioness of Eston. You have my word that your families will be well taken care of in your absence.” Zara then walks around town, gathering the supplies for each rider. She hands each of them the posters she created. The riders are finally mounted and ready to ride out by the late afternoon. Zara looks the woman and two men in the eye. They all returned the wizard’s visage of determination. “Ride fast! For Cyre!”

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ?/?/? , in the first few days since the groups formation WHO : Allithea, Prescott, (Zara)  Once all was said and done between the 8 miss-matched friends, Allithea decided to try and catch up with the Silver Flame Cleric. Her heavy steps carried her his way, the new armour she had donned making the paladin move rather less faintly!  "Prescott!" She called out, the tall 'human' though not exactly shouting, was always somehow able to make her presence felt. "I think it is a great idea to find people to help us, I'm sorry I didn't consider the idea before." She was honest. "I'm trying not to get over-excited with this idea of the Bracers, and I'm glad that we all are in agreement on this attempt so far. More than anything I count my blessings for being connected with you all, I'm glad that Duncan thought to call me and Serendipity over." The paladin wore a beaming smile and would place a hand on Prescott's shoulder just as Zara was coming over, announcing that she would like to travel with the cleric, and though the two spoke of a different religion the sun paladin's grin grew even warmer.  "Ah we can all discuss our varied faiths later!" She said with good-nature "There is a rather large stone table in the main hall and I for one think it would be a SHAME for us not to use it! A good meal between friends is surely in order in the near future!" Allithea's other hand was placed on Zara and though she didn't want to hold the two individuals up, the friendly nature in her could not help but show her joy at the situation. They were in a position where people might be helped!!!  "I will do my utmost here while you both go out, I assure you. I almost envy your opportunity to find more people who want to help but at the same time I want to keep healing the people who already are here. I think that is a priority. But have a good time with your tasks!" Thea clapped both the Silver flame believers lightly on their backs, like a little 'safe journey'  kind of pat "And ensure to speak with my little sister, the three of you share a faith after all."  With that said, Allithea would also turn to her own part in the effort to tend to the refugees of Cyre, optimistic despite the darkness that loomed over them, determined to bring relief to the weary wherever she could do it.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ?/?/? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Allithea Somewhat surprised by the Khajiit Tabaxi's actions Allithea wore a confused look, not expecting Stain to speak to her so directly when he had seemed a little... distracted thus far. The paladin woman was not opposed to speaking with the new ally though however, of course listening to Stain's every word as he expressed the concerns he felt for her younger sister. Allithea harmlessly laughed. "Oh! Oh no, Stain, no. YOU have not done anything wrong, I assure you!" Grinning wildly, the tall 'human woman managed to look into the tall Tabaxi's eyes since the two of them were only an inch different in the height that they were, Allithea's amber eyes seeming to come alive as she was happily smiling.  "My friend? She is my younger sister. Serendipity in fact, and she is quite well. You see..." At that, Thea had to pause and wear an air of what might have been apology in her expression... Stains purring was extremely distracting after all.  "She, really does love cats. And you and your race? Well, you are rather feline. I wonder if you disagree." This time it was definitely apology being worn along with the red hair of the woman, Thea's quiet frown not commenting on Stain's little cute purr since, the older sister didn't exactly hate cats either.  "Seren doesn't hate you, I promise, in fact it is quite the opposite! I know her obsession can sometimes be too much to some people however, and both us sisters would absolutely HATE for you to be feeling uncomfortable. If her staring has been a problem, I will ask her to apologise." "However, she would be very happy to have the chance to get to know you a little bit, Serendipity is just shy. It's a little hard for her to open up conversations."  There was a kindly look as the older sister crossed her arms and listened for Stain's response. She loved her sister, and would do almost anything to look after her, but the somewhat wise paladin was aware that no one person- no matter how kind- was not without their own share of faults.

LOCATION : Base and Journey to Sharavacion Date/Time : ?/?/? , in the first few days since the groups formation WHO : Allithea, Prescott, Zara Prescott stopped and turned as Allithea called to him. As she began an apology Zara also approached stating she wished to accompany him to Sharavacion. Prescott found himself mildly struck with awe as he stared up at Allithea. She placed her hand on his shoulder and it nearly enveloped it. He found her to have a personality as big and warm as she was. Then his old City Guard instincts kicked in boy, I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of that. Prescott responded in a soothing reassuring voice "You have nothing to apologize for, Allithea. We can't be everywhere doing everything, whatever suffering we can mitigate is a victory. We all have a part to play, and they are equally important. I am grateful to The Silver Flame to have someone as capable as you here" . He smiled "And a shared meal sounds delightful, we will have to set that as a priority, for the souls of the healers must also be fulfilled" he smiled warmly at Allithea "May The Silver Flame light your way, you mighty warrior of Dol Arrah" . Prescott turned to Zara and smiled "Let us go, then". During their journey to Sharavacion Zara asked Prescott how he became a servant of The Order of The Silver Flame. He tilted his head in contemplation for a moment and began his story. "I was a City Guard in Flamekeep for many years. I learned to help people during this time. I tried to serve the residents as opposed to just policing them. The specific incident that led me to The Order was a large fire. I tried to save people from a burning block of buildings, and I was able to get a few. What struck me was the presence of The Order of the Silver Flame at the scene helping". Prescott paused a moment "They far outnumbered any other organized effort to assist both the survivors and the continued spread of the fire. I later discovered the fire had been intentionally set by a corrupt government official attempting to get an edge on a real estate deal. I was so disgusted by the thought of that, I left the City Guard and joined The Order of the Silver Flame." Prescott looked at Zara and smiled "I spent seven years in seminary training and have been a Purified member of Templar Order for the last 10 years. I am currently tasked with purging evil from Khorvaire and providing the ministry of The Silver Flame to all those I can reach." His smile broadened "I see you are a follower of Aureon, I have no dispute with The Sovereign Host, I'm not a fanatic and don't believe in forced conversion. With that said may The Silver Flame light your way, you scholar of Aureon".

LOCATION : Journey to Sharavacion Date/Time : ?/?/? , in the first few days since the groups formation WHO : Prescott, Zara Zara listened to the tale of the holy man, interjecting her interest of a topic during a pause. “I have heard that Thrane has had it’s problems with graft since the war begun. Perhaps this revolution I have heard rumor of will improve conditions.” When Prescott finished, Zara had a rejoinder ready. Zara teased, “You wound me Prescott. Wizards like myself try to cultivate an aura of menace. It keeps thieves out of your garden after all— and I loved my fig trees.” She continued on a more serious note. “Should the Silver Flame and the Purified succeed in evicting the undead and other forces of evil from Khorvaire, I can tell you, you will not need to convert me. Until then, you may ask the Flame to light my way as I may ask you to walk with the wisdom of Aureon.” The theurgist curtsied to Prescott, smirking as her head dipped down.

LOCATION: The Clearing DATE/TIME: ????? WHO: Kit, Cole, Manneo As the trio made their way through the woods, occasionally stopping so that Kit could grow a few Talenta irises, Manneo thought back to Eston. While most people were terrified of the mechanical titan, clad entirely in solid plating, Kit had immediately found Cole to just be really cool, and addressed the machine as one would a friend’s pet. She ran up to the big guy, and eventually jovially introduced herself to Manneo after a short while. The two had gotten to know each other while Kit was passing through the city, and every now and then she would ride upon Colossus’s shoulders – as she did now upon this forest – taking in the cluttered streets from a totally new vantage point. Eventually they came to the clearing. “We’ll need to clear out more space for housing but in this area we will have less of an effect on the nature surrounding this area. What do you think Manny?” Manneo took a moment to survey the land, sturdy trees and underbrush gradually dissipating into the clearing. It wasn’t a huge plot of land, but any amount of clearing meant that much more land that didn’t need to be cultivated by the party themselves. “I was thinking more from the saving time and effort side of things, but I guess it isn’t too bad that we can have a minimal impact on the surroundings to boot. ” Manneo turned to the tree closest to him, and inspected it, trying to evaluate how difficult it would be to clear the area. He rapped his knuckles against the bark, estimated the diameter, and began to think about how many clears he would need to chop down, and whether the clearing size or amount of building materials would be the limiting factor. “Lumber isn’t really my material of choice, so we will need to get the help of that desert fellow at some point, but either way I can at least get started on the chopping side of things, and ask him later how much material we will actually need to house forty to fifty people.” While he was commenting on the wood, he had largely been surveying the work that lay before him, vocalizing his thoughts for himself rather than for Kit or Colossus. Manneo turned and looked down towards his tiny friend. “It’s not particularly early, so we won’t be out here long, but I’d like to at least get started on this work before calling it a day; get a sense of what I need to handle and whether I need anything to aid our efforts here. You are more than welcome to make your way back to the others. It will be a little while before this land will be farm ready, since I will need these tree trunks to fall somewhere. Wouldn’t want to crush any of your crops from the start!” Manneo took out one of his handaxes and began to turn back to the tree closest, but swiveled back once more to face the halfling. “By any chance, would you be able to craft me one more of those flowers you were planting – what did you say there were called again? Regardless, I’m not as big on nature, so having one as a reference to match against the ones you planted will make getting myself back at the end of the day a much simpler task.” After the request was fulfilled, the Goliath moved to one side of the tree, and directed Colossus to stand on the side closest to the rest of the woods. Keeping his body out of the intended fall path, Manneo struck the axe into the base of the tree, methodically chipping away at it, while Colossus pushed on it towards the cut side between swings. As soon as Manneo had weakened the trunk enough, the powerful shove from Cole toppled the tree forward. The branches rattled and cracked as the top of the tree scraped against those closest to it, jostling themselves free with the momentum of the trunk lurching forward. With a notable thud, the tree struck against the clearing. One down , Manneo thought to himself. “Alright, Cole, same thing for this one!” The Goliath exclaimed as he shifted towards the next tree in the line. After about two hours, and it having gotten later into the afternoon, Manneo packed up his belongings and ushered to Colossus for them to return to the others. It had been a surprisingly effective two-hour block of hard labor, but there was still far more left to do. However, he would probably spend the next day running what he viewed as critical errands before returning to the field.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Allithea, Serendipity, Kit Stain's emerald cat eyes gleamed with joy as he heard the explanation. Stain clasped his hands together and let out a nervous chuckle, "Ah yes, it is true that us Tabaxi do have feline features. After all, the Cat Lord made us in his visage."  Stain clasped a hand on Allithea's shoulder. In the spurt of excitement his claws came out, poking the surface of her skin. "Is it that she too follows the way of the Cat Lord?! In all my years outside my village, I never met a non-Tabaxi that followed his ways! This is wonderful!" Without waiting for a response, Stain rushed off to find Serendipity. "Thank you, this has truly made my day!" Stain found Serendipity and Kit chatting together on the other end of the base. As he approached the two, he heard the tale end of the conversation, where Kit seemed to be talking to a cat.  Stain gave her an odd look, shook his head in disapproval, and then made his presence known. "Ah, greeting I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." Stain approached Serendipity and stuck out a hand for a handshake. "I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Stubborn Stain, and I am from the Dauntless Evergreens, but you may call me Stain."

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Allithea, Serendipity, Kit As Stain rushes over, Seren's joy drowned out his babblings. She ignored his outstretched paw as she leaned in to hug him, her arms wrapping around his middle. "CATTTTTTTTT!" "Kittree! Look he came over, maybe he likes me!"

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Serendipity, Kit Stain threw his hands up in surprise, "Ah get off me. Too tight, too tight. Have you never heard of personal boundaries!" Stain pushed her away as he escaped from her grasp."Ugh that was almost as bad as that one time when..." Stain cut himself as he remembered the person he was about to talk ill of was right next to him. "... Never mind that."

LOCATION: The Clearing DATE/TIME: ????? WHO: Kit, Cole, Manneo As Manneo examined the trees Kittree took her time to check the surrounding soil. Satisfied with the potential of this area she went back towards Manneo and Cole.   Kittree returned to Manneo side at the end of him vocalizing his thoughts she chuckled as she realized he didnt even notice she wasn't there. "I'm sure Trea will be able to give us a better idea of what we need once he gets a look at the area as well." Kittree smiled up at Manneo when he said he wanted to get a start on the clearing of the trees. "Oh! just give me a second." Kittree walked up to the tree placed a hand on the truck and closed her eyes. In a low whisper she said a prayer in a mix of draconic and halfling thanking the trees for their sacrifice to save the lives of others. After she was done she turned back towards Manneo. "Try not to tire yourself out to much Manny! I might be small but I am pretty tough." She said while flexing her arm. "If you need any help tomorrow with the clearing let me know. For now I'm going to make my way back to the base and continue to clear out the rubble so we can excavate some more of the tunnels." she giggled at how quickly Manny had already forgotten the look and name of the flower. "Oh course! No problem! There called Talenta irises." Kittree leaned down and used her druid craft to bloom a few buds of the plant. After the plants bloomed Kittree picked one of the plants and turned towards Cole. "Cole pick me up!" Kittree reached out her hands and waited for Manneo to give the command to have the Colossus pick her up and bring her to his shoulders. From there she took the plant she picked and stuck it in one of the crevices of Cole's plant armor on his helmet. "Perfect!" she said with a small chuckle. She gave Cole a kiss on the head before he brought her back down to the floor. "Ok I'm going to head out. If I dont see you back in 5 hours I'm going to assume you got lost and I'll come save you!" Kittree walked over to Manneo gave him a hug and waved bye to him as she skipped away back towards the trail. Now knowing exactly where the clearing was Kittree made her way back leaving a few more Talenta irises as she walked to ensure Manneo would be able to follow the trail. As she was planting one of the irises all of a sudden a knot began to form in her throat as the full extent of all the recent events began to creep into her thoughts. Since the Day of Mourning Kittree had not allowed herself a moment to reflect on the terrible things that had happened. All her focus was on the refugees. Helping with the healing, trying to keep spirits up. Finding her friends. Doing anything she could to help those in need like a leader should do. "Never let the ones you lead see you crumble" her father would tell her and she had been good at doing just that. But now finally a lone everything hit her at once. The images of the people she couldn't save being slain before her, crying and screaming for her help as they were being ripped in two. The complete devastation of the survivors homes and families. the sorrow and in their eyes. And little Auriliana...The little child she had watched over while she stayed with Zara...she was gone. As the final peddle of the flower bloomed it was instantly covers with a tear that fell from Kittree's eyes. Small whimpers escaped her lips as finally her usually happy go lucky composure was shattered. Her whimpers turned into audible cries as Kittree brought her hands to her face and took this moment of solitude to release the sadness she had kept in for so long. After another hour Kittree finally made her way back to the base cheeks still covered in tears and her eyes red and puffy. She whipped her face dry and took a deep breath as she exhaled a bright smile came acrossed her face as she skipped towards the enterence of the base to her friends. 

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Stain, Serendipity, Kit Kittree laughed out loud as the usually shy Serendipity practically threw herself onto Stain. Kittree knew Stain didnt seem to care for hugs but it was hard to resist not hugging him. He was so cute. " Oh Stain don't you want a hug for a beautiful lady!" Kit said still chuckling as she pointed at Serendipity. Still on the table Kittree took a running start to hop gently onto Stain shoulders like a piggy back ride and using the other hand she scratched the back of his ear. 

LOCATION: The Clearing DATE/TIME: ????? Who: Trea, Zara Trea makes his way out of the dark cabin and back into to the sun. He closes his eyes and feels the warms of the sun over his body, he stands there almost as if he is showering in it. Before he stretches out his arms to the sky and stands on his toes and cracks his back as he make his way down the trail made, by the group earlier and down to the the clearing, to help cut some of the remaining trees. Trea looks at the tall trees and places his open palm over his tree bark. Moving his hand up and down the bark as if he is trying to figure out weakest piece of the tree. He grabs an axe leaning up against another tree near by and picks it up. And swings his skinny arms and torso as hard as he can into the side of the tree. Chopping away bit by bit, until it finally comes crashing down into nearby ground, with a thunderous sound. Trea continues on making his way to next tree for several hours, not being know for his strength after knocking a few trees he wipes the sweet from his brow and makes his way back near the cabin, looking for Zara. "Zara my friend, I was wondering if you would be able to assist me in cutting these logs into some lumber that might be useful for me to make shelter for our sick friends?" Trea places his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you have to see all this sickness and hate my friend, I know you and your family have been through so much. Perhaps with what we can do ourselves to make the lives of other better, all of this will be worth it. Montain says "give to others all you have, and you will bring light to all" Trea removes his hand and smiles, " if you know of anyone making their way to the market please see if they can pick up some carpenter tools for me, tomorrow morning I can start right away on building from shelters for our sick and weak. Any help you can do in making them about 10 inches wide by 10 feet we can make a bunch of small shelters for them. But for now I feel as though I need a rest. Trea takes a look back at the setting sun before he makes his way back into the cabin making his way back into his room. Trea walks into an open room and stares at all the dust and dirt covering the room. "This will all have to get cleaned up another time. But for now I must rest for tomorrow." Trea unrolls a small rug from his bag and sits down on it crosses his legs before closing his eyes to mediate.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base WHO: Kit, Trea When Kittree made her way back into the base she immediately walked towards her room. Knowing that her eyes where probably still red she didn't want her beloved big sister Allithea to worry if she noticed it. Allithea was very protective of Kit and she knew if Allithea saw her she would worry. She probably had enough to deal with taking care of the very adorably drunk Serendipity. Before walking into her room Kittree stopped for a moment and looked over towards Trea room that was next to hers. Her thoughts flashed back to when he was tending to her wounds after he saved her life. In the moment when she realized she lost everything she broke down and he helped her calm down with meditation. He had been the only person to see her that valuable. Thinking of that memory compelled her to walk towards Trea room. She opened the door slowly and peaked into the room seeing Trea in the center of the room in his usual mediating position. " Um..excuse me Trea. Do you mind if I join you?" She said with a bright and warm smile on her face. 

LOCATION : Journey to Sharavacion Date/Time : ?/?/? , in the first few days since the groups formation WHO : Prescott, Zara Prescott smiled at Zara and chuckled quietly "The Tenets of Purity rank unnatural evils as second in it's hierarchy of prioritization. This would include the undead. Of course, I would be happy to accept the Wisdom of Aureon, I would never deny the offering of wisdom". Prescott bowed to Zara in return, laughing again softly. "As for Thrane's movement towards a theological governance, I have heard mostly positive things, however, I have been away during its transformation so I can only hope.  May the Silver Flame guide them." Prescott gazed back towards the road "One thing at a time, I would like to see this refugee situation resolved." He turned back towards Zara "Then perhaps we can learn more about what has occurred in your homeland."

LOCATION : On the way back to the base from the village of new Cyre Date/Time : ?/?/?, 5 days after the group's formation, evening WHO : Allithea The woman had spent most of her day at the little camp the group had set up for the refugees, just as she had every day since being brought together with her new allies to the base of the Bracers. The camp seemed to be growing, and finally; for the first time the paladin thought that she was seeing some real improvement with the sick.  Allithea sighed, a tired sound but one that was satisfied and happy. 'Before we had been brought together, I was wasting more of my magic frivolously, being less effective for the sick.'  she thought, 'But now I have the luck of being tied with these people, became more organised.' , Allithea was genuinely glad, the more people that she could lend a hand to and the more downtrodden souls that she could make even a small difference to or help heal, she was happy. May the gods watch over them all in these troubled times, and Dol Arrah put burdens on Thea rather than those less fortunate. The paladin would shoulder the weight of responsibility, if she must, the more she sacrificed she hoped it would mean less that someone else might have to suffer. Allithea had been speaking with the refugees that had appeared at the Cyre camp, the numbers still increasing since it was only the 5th day still. She had tried to console those with wounds which magic could not close, listened to the complaints and the troubles each of them had with each other as the tension was high between such a traumatised group of people, Allithea Tromeri always keeping calm and speaking amicably and kindly even when blame was cast her way for whatever ailed the homeless individuals. More than anything, many of the people simply needed to let out their frustrations, the armoured Paladin more than happy to take that role. Though her magics which were used up completely within only a few minutes of tending to those who she knew needed, her time and her assistance was happily spent on the people who had lost everything in the mournlands which once were Cyre, Allithea could continue to smile if she was exhausted for the sake of aiding others... She looked up out of her thoughts, amber eyes gazing about the forest that she had been walking through for quite a while... The red-haired woman looked about, then turned in a circle, her sabatons digging into the grass only slightly as the woman tried to figure out, where by the Host she was. Ah, Dolurrh!   Allithea face-palmed as she realised that she'd gotten lost on her way back to their new home, AGAIN.  "HELLO!" She called out, stupidly. Ah by the light this was more and more embarrassing each time it happened. "KIT! SEREN! EVERYONE?! I'M LOST AGAIN!" The paladin called out and her cheeks were turning more red than even her blushing visage usually looked, as Allithea realised that she didn't even know how to get back to the New Cyre camp and wait there for her sister or the others. "Aaaah..." She sighed. She realised she was causing trouble for the others again, and Thea had thought she'd been doing so well on that day...

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ?/?/?, 2 weeks after the group's formation, evening WHO : Allithea, Kittree Back at the base Allithea ensured to inform the others that a few of the healthiest people from the New Cyre campsite had gone in the night, apparently choosing to move on, make their own way after the group Allithea and her sister had found themselves in had helped the refugees to get back up on their feet. Allithea was glad, it meant that people were beginning to get well, the sick that she'd been healing for so long finally better... It was looking like people, just might manage to be okay.  But now she had the opportunity to slow down for the first time in weeks, the paladin with a huff descending the stairs from the entrance as she neared the large round table made of stone in their common hall, optimistic as ever as the local little druid was about to ascend the stairs and go off to do Host knows what. Allithea wore a playful smile. "Kit!" Allithea caught the adorable halfling and pulled him up into a tight hug, pressing Kittree into an embrace that was as warm and as friendly as it had been the day the two had seen each other before splitting up, Kit's dangling down while Allithea abducted him.  "We have not had much time to catch up." She chuckled, a bright smile on Thea's rosey lips "Seren and I have made every effort to keep each other well, but I miss you too! I think of you the same way I think about Serendipity after all." Allithea promised, wearing admission as well as honesty in her amber eyes "You do know that, don't you?" Thea asked. The two sisters and Kit had not seen each other in many years, while they'd been close for the years they travelled together Allithea was in-tune enough that she realised, Kit might have questioned how close the three of them still were.  There was his answer then, as the tall paladin gave the little Kit a sisterly hug, Allithea told her little friend how much she cared for Kit, and how she still felt close to him despite the time that they all had spent apart.

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ?/?/?, 2nd day after the group's formation, about a half hour before dawn. WHO : Allithea, Trea Waking up while the surface above her was still surely dark, the devotee of the sovereign host and of the goddess of the rising sun, wasted no time in rising out of bed and immediately, donning her armour.  Quietly as she could, the heavy armour-clad woman walked past her sister's room, past the rooms of their new allies and friend, finally her footsteps stopped before the door of the sand elf known as Trea. A gentle rapping upon the chamber door would be all that was needed, nothing more Alithea knowing well that the elf had been awake for hours, since they all had slept at roughly the same time the night before. She would wait at his door, patiently, feeling a sense of kinship with Trea - even when the two of them had not exchanged more than just a handful of words. " 'Quel amrun"  Allithea would greet Trea with the elvish words for "Good morning", choosing to speak in the elf's native language since there was no one else present, Thea feeling like it might be nice to get to use the language that the both of them loved. "<I hope that I am not disturbing you?>" The a asked politely, continuing to speak as though Trea's language was the human's mother tongue.  "<I was wondering if you could come with me Trea, if you wouldn't mind?>" Thea had asked him with a warm smirk, happy about, something , clearly. If he was willing to follow her, the red-haired woman would lead Trea out to the ground level of their base, out to where the entrance was just looking like a simple cabin. She'd point up at the roof of the wooden structure without taking her amber eyes off of him, smiling warmly all the while as she asked Trea "<Will you need help going up?>"

LOCATION : Base and Journey to Sharavacion Date/Time : ?/?/? , in the first few days since the groups formation WHO : Allithea, Prescott, Zara She was completely unaware of the thought Prescott had observed over the paladin’s fighting prowess, a friendly smile still gracing her lips, the ‘human’ paladin appearing to radiate optimism despite the darkness of the situation. "You have nothing to apologize for, Allithea. We can't be everywhere doing everything, whatever suffering we can mitigate is a victory. We all have a part to play, and they are equally important.” Prescott had said and Allithea completely agreed.“Well said! I am happy to have you all in this place with my sister and me, I’m sure I could never have gotten nearly as organised alone as we have together.” “I am grateful to The Silver Flame to have someone as capable as you here.May The Silver Flame light your way, you mighty warrior of Dol Arrah" . He responded, and it only made Allithea smile more. “Thank you priest, truly. I cannot express how it warms me knowing that I have you all at my side.” The paladin promised and the faith coming from her that they might persevere, was like the light only the sun radiated. “So we will speak more over a good meal, once we are sure that those in need are better situated. For now, may the gods watch over and guide us. When we sit down at the table as friends; we shall eat better knowing that we do not do so while the people here are weary.” With that and a clap on the Silver Flame follower’s back, Allithea saw Prescott and Zara off, watching them go with a thankful nod before the paladin would go back to doing her part of their work.

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base Who: Trea & Kit Trea open his eyes from his mediative state and sees Kit standing, almost actually at equal height given the fact of kits small size. Trea pats the opposite side of his rug and shimmies his way down to the end of the rug giving his old friend plenty of space to sit. "Montain says my friend it is best not to hold your feelings inside, I appreciate your smile but I can't see you are upset." He reaches over pulls kits feather out of Kits hair and plays with it in his hands. "The sun smiles down on us that day Kit, and lead me to save you, and gave me the strength to nurse you back to health" he places the feather on Kits hair again. "It has been a stressful time for all of us Kit it is ok to be upset sometimes, would you to talk about it? Or perhaps we can mediate together? "

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ?/?/?, 2 weeks after the group's formation, evening WHO : Allithea, Kittree Kittree woke up early she usually did and made her way to the base entrance. Since the first day of retrieving the base and being tasked to helping the refugees Kittree had worked non stop to assist in anyway she could. From tending to the fields, to helping with building housing, then to assisting in the healing of the refugees. After the day drew to a close she would still work on trying to excavate the base till late in the night for her new companions. Wanting so much to be useful she pushed herself to the point where even after a long nights rest she was still quite exhausted. But not wanting to let her friends or the servivors down Kit hid her tiredness behind an ethusiastic smile. She made her way to the asending stairs when she was suddenly whisked up into a tight embrace by the large red headed paladin. "Big Red! Good morning!" Kittree said as excitable as possible so as not to show her exhaustion. She returned the embrace with her own and smiled brightly as Allithea carried her. "I know we have been so busy it feels like we don't get time to talk! After the refugees are stable we will have to celebrate our reunion with a few drinks!" Kittree giggled. When Allithea questioned if Kit knew how much she cared Kit gave her a warm smile. "Of course Allithea I know you do. I missed you and Dipity very much! You both are my beloved sisters from another mister!" Kit said chuckling then gave Allithea another hug. "As tragic as all of this has been it had brought us back together and allowed me to reunite with many I care for dearly so in that I can find the silver lining to all this."

LOCATION: Base Date/Time: ??? , after the introductions and tour of the base Who: Trea & Kit Kittree was a bit surprised when Trea was able to tell she was upset. Although he did seem to always know when she was hiding how she felt. Kit reaction was to look down on floor when all of a sudden she felt her feather being removed from her hair. She looked back up and watched the feather play around in Trea hand as he spoke about their past time together. When he gently placed the Feather back in her hair Kittree cheeks began to turn pink from blushing. She looked downward again trying to hide her face. "Those refugees have lost a lot more then I have. Homes destroyed...families lost." For a moment Kittree expression twisted in sorrow when remembered the day of mourning. Her eyes began to water again. "I couldn't save them..." Kittree remembered the moment when she tried to save the survivors. When she was being surrounded by the undead and she had to flee leaving behind some survivors. When they called out to her to help them but before she could fly back down to them it was to late they had already been attacked. A tear fell down her cheek as she replayed her failor over and over in her head. 

LOCATION : On the way back to the base from the village of new Cyre Date/Time : ?/?/?, 5 days after the group's formation, evening WHO : Allithea, Prescott Prescott had finished his work for the evening tending to those at the refugee camp. He started back towards the Bracer's home. Darkness had begun to fall. He retrieved a flaming length of rope from beneath his vestments and wrapped it around his hand. He stared at the flames for a moment, so beautiful , unfortunately the magical fire did not give off heat. "HELLO, KIT! SEREN! EVERYONE?! I'M LOST AGAIN!" Prescott heard the familiar voice off the path to the West. He quickened his pace towards the sound of distress. It wasn't long before he was close enough to reply. He waved his fiery fist high and yelled "Allithea?! It's Prescott, can you see my torch?" He slowed down and continued towards the location he believed Allithea to be.

LOCATION : Base Date/Time : ?/?/?, 6 days after the group's formation, morning WHO : Allithea, Prescott, Manneo, Zara, Stain, Kittree, Trea, Serendipity Prescott emerged from the residence hall carrying two flaming pieces of rope. He placed the two lengths on the grand table. They were approximately three feet in length and burned with a fire that did not appear to give off any heat. "I have created these two light sources using my divine magic. The flame does not give off heat, and will burn until dispelled by more powerful magic. I have used silk rope, so it should be simple to tie it to, or wrap it around any item you wish without much trouble. If you don't require it, you can coil it up and place it in your pack, or pocket." Prescott had turned his attention to the flames during his explanation and seemed almost mesmerized. He stood silent for a moment, staring, before continuing again "I wrap mine around my warhammer". His eyes remained transfixed on the fire, his lips began moving, as if whispering to it. Prescott shook his head and ran a hand through his wild hair. "I can create more, given time and materials, but I figured this was a good start. May the Silver Flame guide us. I seek your glory in The Flame".

LOCATION : The Clearing Date/Time : ?/?/?, 2 days after meeting Duncan WHO : Trea, Zara Zara was familiarizing herself with the contract between the Bracers and the surrounding nations under the watchful eye of Duncan. She believed that she had a grasp of the legal documents and began walking back to her room to do some planning for the future. On her way there she was hailed by Trea. “Several years ago I was told by a monk wiser than I that we live in the present, not the past or the future. To try to live in either leads to imbalance of the soul. Truthfully, since we arrived here I have found it easier to focus on what is in front of me that can be done today.” “Tomorrow I need to go to town to get iron for the brackets and nails you will be using. While I’m in town I will get a set of tools for you and maybe an extra if we find a refugee who is able to help you. About the lumber, I can take care of all that with my magic friend. Tomorrow I’d like to meet with Manneo and yourself to discuss how much of what size planks we need. My spell is capable of very precise cuts, the more detail you can give me tomorrow the less time you will have to measure and cut.” Zara went outside to find the logs. She prayed to Aureon to give her the knowledge of a carpenter and began casting her spell. After 10 minutes, in a blur of arcane power, the logs were cut and placed in a pile waiting to be used. ----------------------- LOCATION : The Great Hall Date/Time : ?/?/?, 4 days after initiation WHO : Everyone On the fourth day since they met Duncan, Zara stood up during breakfast to speak to all the members of their group. “I have something to tell you all. Almost a week ago I sent out three riders with posters to be hung on every inn from hear to Cyre, and south along the border. The posters tell them to come to Sharavacion where we, or other villagers, can lead them to our settlement. It is very important to me that we save as many refugees as we can from hunger, disease, and the elements. That leads me to the next thing I wasn’t entirely truthful with you all about. I am not just a follower of Aureon who operated a library in Eston. I am Zara ir’Bonnert the Marchioness of Eston, wife to the son of the Duke, and mother of the grandson of the Duke. Until the ceasefire I would have been a target in these lands, and I don’t expect the ceasefire to last forever. As we work with the Bracers I hope to keep that identity concealed in case the war is reignited. If my posters are successful in bringing more refugees here we will to increase our preparations in scale. We will need to continue using medical tents on the sick who come to us, we will need to clear more land, build more houses, and provide more food. The Cyran people are skilled laborers and some of them are educated for certain trades. If we want this settlement to become successful we will have to use all the talents available to us. Again, I am sorry that this creates a burden for some of you. I hope you can understand that I had no choice in doing everything in my power for my people.” Zara sat back down to let her message sink in, and got her papers ready that contained preliminary plans, schematics, and policies.

LOCATION : On the way back to the base from the village of new Cyre Date/Time : ?/?/?, 5 days after the group's formation, evening WHO : Allithea, Prescott At the sound of the familiar voice she turned, thanking the host and the sun god and all the magic in the world someone had found her! "Prescott!" With relief she looked about in the growing darkness, hoping to spot the torch of the p- she saw a light, a-hah!!! With a bright smile and an eagerness to find her way back Allithea all but ran back toward the faintly glimmering light in the darkness, the tall and heavily armoured female able to move surprisingly well, despite the darkness. "Ah, Prescott! Thank the Host, I thought I would be spending the night in this forest!" the paladin admitted with an apologetic look, but as ever she was smiling, Thea bending low before Prescott with an arm raised up to her flaming hair in embarrassment. Somehow she was still standing an inch or so taller than Prescott, but now there was a pinkish tinge to the fighter's features which coloured her expression with more warmth than usual. "I am, so so sorry, I really didn't mean to get lost again, just... I was thinking! And not paying attention, and... " She blinked "I really like your rope thing, actually."