ctrlsaltdel

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Keane

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Rearden considered the room at large, then the dolls specifically "There's a lot of... stuff here, isn't there?" She frowned, touching the tip of one of the little wooden wings. "I know we're talking about faeries, but this is... obsessive behavior." She frowned at a stack of poorly-rolled skeins of yarn in one corner; it was piled almost to the ceiling, and it leaned precipitously, threatening a slow and plushy avalanche. She batted another ball of yarn on the floor towards it with her staff. "I hope we can find something useful in this mess." It bounced off of the pile, and a couple of skeins fell off the top, rolling down like boulders. "...probably best not to mess with the junk more than we need to, or it could be dangerous."

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Keane

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Rearden shook her head. "Consider yourself excused, Aurora. I can say from firsthand experience that Hither has a way of wearing on the nerves." Softly: "Though I am sorry to hear about your companion." She turned to look around the room, considering the still-closed doors. "In any case, it sounds like our goals are basically the same. And... to be honest, it has been a while since I saw a friendly face." The awkward smile returned. "I understand if trust is a precious currency here in the Feywild, but I'd like to propose an alliance. At least a temporary one, so that we're not each running past each other tearing the hut apart. Once we've had a look around and gotten out clean, we can talk some more."

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Keane

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The person who stepped out of the doorway was, frankly, kind of a mess--her face was red with exertion, her hair askew, and her manner more than a bit wary. Rearden let out a long breath, and some the tension dropped out of her shoulders. This was a real person, in all likelihood, rather than some faerie trick.

"Gods, no," she responded. "I'm not here out of service to anyone, least of all the witch! She shook her head as if to ward off the thought. "I got sent here..." She trailed off for a second. What was she going to say--sent here somehow? Been here for some time? "...and I thought that the witch might have something here I could use to get back. To, uh, the normal world. Oh!" She suddenly went straight, then bowed deeply to Aurora. "I should introduce myself. My name is Rearden. I am a wandering acolyte of Eldath, mother of the waters." She straightened, regarding Aurora with a smile. "Forgive me if I presume, but... are you in the same situation?" The smile turned into a frown. "Uh. Trying to escape Hither, I mean, not worshipping Eldath."

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Keane

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Rearden didn't know how long she had been stuck in the swamps of Hither. Part of that was a natural result of being in the Feywild; its relationship to time was less regular and linear than the Material Plane, just as a matter of course.

The other part was that she really didn't want to think about it. Technically, bogs and wetlands and such were still the domain of Eldath, and her tutors in the temple had emphasized that they were beautiful and worth of appreciation in their own right. Rearden had never really managed to internalize that lesson, though. The whole reason she had set out to wander the countryside was that she learned better by experience than through scrolls and lectures--and experience had taught her that, beautiful or not, swamps were not enjoyable places to be.

So when she learned the hag Bavlorna had, at last, left her hut, Rearden had wasted no time making her way over. The witch herself was too powerful, she had learned, for her to confront on her own, but her abandoned home might contain something Rearden could use--maybe even a hint to a way out of this place.

She popped up through the door of the hut, glancing this way and that. An utter mess, but no more wretched in its own way than the rest of the realm. Hard to sort out what was actually interesting from the trash, but the pool occupying most of the room seemed like a good start.

Before Rearden could follow that train of thought too far, though, her ears pricked up, and her eyes tracked to the one open door. It appeared empty, but senses honed by training and experience told her better. She considered trying to sneak up on who--or what--ever was behind the door, but thought better of it. One of the things she had learned since waking up here was that trying to hide from the Fae was a fool's game. If the witch had left some kind of guard behind, it would be better to find out now, while she could still run back down the stairs and make her escape.

"Um. Come out. P-please," Her tone was tentative, but her voice carried across the room clearly enough. "I mean no harm, and I, uh, give you my word of peace. If you do likewise, I mean."

OOC

ETA: My perception was a 17.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

@Lurking Krog Solid roll on the Stealth. ^_^

@ctrlsaltdel Go ahead and roll a Perception check to contest Aurora's Stealth. You are welcome to any other rolls you want to make. ^_^

@Guardian Angel Haruki

I have also rolled a 17 on my Perception--I think that I don't detect her?

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

@RickyG85 for sure. My tentative "we need someone who can lift things" concept is a teenage/young adult malcontent with a heart of gold. Think Bobby from Twin Peaks, just with less forehead and more impact on the plot.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Kean

Name: Rearden Kean
Age: Looks to be in her mid-30s
Race: Human (Variant)
Class: Cleric/Ranger
Background: Feylost
Personality: Playful and caring, but has yet to grow into the confidence her abilities ought to grant her. Feels a deep responsibility for the well-being of others that occasionally rises to the level of obligation. As confused by her current circumstances as anyone else, but determined not to let it show.
History: Rearden remembers leaving the temple of Eldath as an acolyte, going on the road to minister to the people of the countryside and the deep forest. She remembers fulfilling days helping farmers and woodsmen appease the spirits of the wilderness, to prevent blighted crops and keep them safe from hungry animals. She remembers healing the sick, and standing against minor bandits who would prey on the weak. She remembers going to sleep in a grove of trees--and then she remembers waking up in Hither, in a different set of armor and with a different set of possessions than the ones she went to sleep with.

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

drive.google.com/file/d/1hY58vq15uz4w…

Here's what I've got so far--I've done enough revisions at this point that I should probably go back and check my math, but it probably won't change too much on that basis.

I do worry--do we have any characters with a physical focus? If not, I can switch to another character concept so we have someone who can deal with physical challenges.

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

Quintus and Joe, you come into view of the ship's brig. As you do, Cho spots the two of you through the glassteel. He's... well, he's better, at least. In the intervening hours, he's managed to haul himself up on the bench and sit upright--all the better to really get a good yell going. He's on the tail end of a bellow when you walk in; as he gets the words out, you see him wince and hold his side with his uninjured arm.

He draws in another lungful, but catches sight of you and releases it. The assassin takes a second, breathing more shallowly, but soon meets each of your eyes in turn.

"Thank you for giving me an audience," he says, his tone formal. "I understand that my life is forfeit for abandoning my post. I am not asking for clemency for myself, but I would like to beg for the life of my young charge." Despite the reddish tinge from hollering his lungs out, his expression when you walked in was a mask--but now something in the eyes looks concerned. "She... she is still alive, isn't she?"

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I have no objections. ^_^

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Noice, I'll write up a level three sheet and send you the link/my backstory high concept for review. I've already statted up the character a while back, so it shouldn't take me very long lol