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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 27 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Meeting Spot -> Coach House
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Warming up
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/5


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BlackBerry once again jumped when Toombes Corpse began to rise at Kosaras request. The overall effect of the limb, headless, partially flayed body gently floating along gently down the path was disconcerting to say the least.

[color=00aeef]"I must say, Kosara, you shall have to teach me that particular trick."[/color] He nodded after the floating body.

He trudged through the snow and the quickly vanishing footprints left behind the figures of Victoria and Lizbeth. While predominantly his thoughts were simply of the warm hearth, a stiff drink, and the thick wool blankets of his bed, another set of thoughts sidling into his mind with a cheeky smile. He took a few steps ahead of Kosara and then spun around to face her with the very same knowing, cheeky smile.

While walking backwards he said, [color=00aeef]"Well I do say. It would seem that Lady Kathryn and yourself had quite the fine evening."[/color] The smile faltered for a moment when he looked to the floating corpse nearby. [color=00aeef]"Despite it all, anyway. I have to say I am curious to hear how you yourself found the evening? Did I perhaps hear suggestion even of more 'Dates' between the two of you?"[/color] He gave a chuckle and with a spin, kicking apart an errant snowdrift, turned back to face the direction of their travels towards the Coach House. [color=00aeef]"Do say so and forgive me if perhaps I am sticking my nose where it is not wanted. I simply wish to say that it does raise one's spirits that even in such a dark and frigid times some light can be seen."[/color]

The rest of the walk back to the Coach house was simply brutal, especially after everything the evening had brought upon them all, least of all Toombes. Returning to the Coach House BlackBerry was delighted when he opened the door to already find the fire already being 
revived and tended to. The smell of tea being brewed which had now become a recognisable one to BlackBerry over the months only added to the comforting air of the Coach House.

[color=00aeef]"Oh thank the Gods. Warmth! Ah, I do see we managed to find Morty. Might I ask where the devil was hiding then?"[/color] He immediately left Kosara to manage Toombes while bee-lined for the hearth and began warming his hand, without any care for how close his robes seemed to get to the flames. He had arrived in time for Lizbeths muddled outburst of a question, no doubt a culmination of all she had seen over the last few months, let alone the last hour, then finall topped off by Victoria's demonstration of her magics, was now taking its toll.
 
In response he clicked his tongue. It was a good question she had asked, and one which required proper care and thought. He just hoped he was up to the task.[color=00aeef]"Necromancy is...a divisive magic Young Lizbeth. One I must admit I am not entirely comfortable with nor one I ever intend to make use of myself. I mean no offense, Victoria, for indeed I would argue that the use of it alone does not make one evil but rather it is the intent and action. Through Necromancy a vile, vicious thing was done to Toombes. However, Necromancy shall also be the key to offering his friends, family, and loved ones some comfort knowing such a thing shall not desecrate his remains. One intends to cause harm and fear would be evil. The other intending to provide reassurance I could not say to be evil."[/color] In the moment of silence he pulled a stool to the Hearth so he might sit more comfortable, and then pulled another over and gestured for Lizbeth to sit down if she wished. [color=00aeef]"Come, sit. You must be tired after everything. If I were to draw any Parallel for such Magic it would be the Sword. For no other weapon, or magic, are as so intrinsically linked with death as the other."[/color] Nodding to the weapon Lizbeth had with her still, he sat up in his chair as he then asked, [color=00aeef]"Young Lizbeth, may I ask what is it which troubles you to wonder such things?"[/color]