Have a rare empathic Jub. He's considering using his magic for good once and it's definitely not because he's feeling generous because this man said he was correct a few seconds ago
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Jub the Peculiar
"Called it," Jub said when Nibs confirmed his theory, sounding a little more smug that he intended. "And I didn't even have to cast Detect Magic for that." He then glanced over at Nibs. He felt a pang of sympathy for the man. "Hey, err, there's spell called Remove Curse. I don't have it on me per se but, err... do you think it would help with your situation?"
Voth: *Mentions the three laws of Prismeer enforcing themselves.*
EVERYONE ELSE:
Jub isn't ignoring it, he knows, but I can understand why Voth wouldn't count him as 'everyone else'. XP
Jub the Peculiar
Jub briefly felt his heart stop as the owlbear suddenly approached him, only for it to start hammering the moment she picked him up. Startled, Eighteyes opened her wings and quickly flew up so she wasn't dragged along with her master. She only returned to him once Juniper let go, fluttering back onto the top of the shaken goblin's head as he lay for a moment, face down on the ground in front of Aurora.
"Yep. Never better," Jub grumbled as he raised his head. He picked himself up, brushing the dirt off him as he shot a glare at the owlbear. He followed the rest of the group to Nibs' cave with a grumpy expression, deciding to keep close to Aurora the whole time lest the owlbear attempt to 'fetch' him again for her. He also was displeased that Brutrumukk hadn't made any effort to call Voth out for the blatant lack of respect the bugbear was showing, and thus didn't really feel like interacting with him at the moment.
Once they reached the cave, Jub entered along with Aurora, though kept slightly behind her in case there was any threat. Thankfully, there was just some old man... spinning gold into thread? Weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing they'd encountered in the last few days. While Jub was briefly dazzled by such a collection of wealth, the moment Nibs said that he had been cursed by one of the hags, Jub quickly shook all thoughts of maybe pinching any of it.
However, when the man handed Aurora a pair of boots, Jub considered something. He put his bitterness towards Brutrumukk to the side to address the barbarian. "Hey, Brutrumukk," he said. "Maybe you can have this guy make you some new clothes if you're not too fond of that jester outfit." However, when he glanced over at the gnome, he already saw Brutrumukk was making a beeline for it. "Oh for the love of..." Jub shook his head again, this time in dismay. Despite knowing that it would probably do no good, he called out to Brutrumukk again, "You realise that stuff might be cursed, at least until he spins it, right?"
I will have a post up tomorrow.
Eleanor: If they catch us, they're gonna kill us
Annie: Then don't get caught 4head lol
Annie: Then don't get caught 4head lol
Annie's list came to an abrupt halt as Eleanor grabbed her by her shoulders, and the hexblood's cheery demeanor faded fast as her expression turned to that of a startled rabbit. Her body tensed up, expecting the druid to start shaking her and shouting at her the way Aunt Ivette did when she was in trouble. Oh no, had she said something wrong?
However, Eleanor didn't shake her or shout. Instead, she leaned and whispered with urgency, explaining exactly the kind of situation they were in. Annie's brain was so frazzled by the sudden physical contact that it was having to race to catch up with what Eleanor was saying. Eventually, Eleanor backed off, which allowed Annie's mind to finish processing.
The fear on her face melted away to a more neutral expression. "Oh," she said eventually, before a smile returned to her face: a large grin showing off rows of pointy, shark-like teeth. "Is that all? Well then, all we have to do is win, and then none of us have anything to worry about!"
However, Eleanor didn't shake her or shout. Instead, she leaned and whispered with urgency, explaining exactly the kind of situation they were in. Annie's brain was so frazzled by the sudden physical contact that it was having to race to catch up with what Eleanor was saying. Eventually, Eleanor backed off, which allowed Annie's mind to finish processing.
The fear on her face melted away to a more neutral expression. "Oh," she said eventually, before a smile returned to her face: a large grin showing off rows of pointy, shark-like teeth. "Is that all? Well then, all we have to do is win, and then none of us have anything to worry about!"
Annie: *casually lists threats or terrible things done in her life*
Eleanor:
Thank you, that was the exact reaction I was going for :D
Annie tilted her head at Eleanor's response. 'Kind'? Huh. That was the first time anyone had described her as that... and why was she apologizing? "I mean, this situation isn't all that bad," she said brightly. "Everyone's polite... enough." She added the last bit when she remembered that blood-drinking man's atrocious manners, grimacing a little before moving on. "We all got a nice meal, slept in proper beds, nobody's thrown us into a lake with anchor tied to us, or locked us in a metal chest, or threatened to feed us to a kraken..." She counted each of these reasons off her fingers, each with same casual, cheery tone.
The rest of evening went quite well. In fact, Annie would even go so far as to say it was one of the better evenings of her life. She ate more than she had ever eaten in one sitting - to the point she felt uncomfortably full by the end of it - and the company she was with, while unfamiliar, was pleasant. Granted, none of them really engaged with her, but they didn't threaten her, or make nasty remarks, or whack her upside the head for no particular reason, so they were already miles ahead of her two aunts.
That being said, as dinner came to an end, and everyone went their separate ways, Annie felt herself feeling a little... odd. She couldn't quite describe it, but as she returned to her room, she felt a peculiar feeling within herself as she took in her surroundings. The room was still the nicest room she'd ever stayed in, but the more she looked at it, the more she found herself thinking about her old, muddy mattress back at home. That made her think of her aunts, and while she was still very upset with them for their deceit, she couldn't help but wonder...
... did they miss her?
Better question, did she miss them? She was certainly feeling their absence right now. Surely they must be feeling the same way about her, in their own way. Because without her, who would they shout at? Who would they laugh at, or threaten, or make scathing remarks to? Well, she supposed they could do that to each other, but it wasn't the same. Surely, they were angry she'd ran off on her own and were making plans to locate her... but what if they weren't?
What if they decided they were better off with just each other? Maybe they'd find another hag to complete coven, or worse, find another girl to raise and take her place among them. That latter thought made her her stomach hurt...
Ow. Yeah, her stomach was actually really hurting right now. In fact, she felt kind of sick. Was this that thing she'd heard of? 'Homesickness'?
... no, wait. It was actually just regular sickness.
Annie quickly put her hands over her mouth and rushed out of her room in search of the nearest bathroom.
After an uncomfortably long time in the bathroom, Annie found herself able to sleep the night away quite easily. She technically didn't need to sleep, but sometimes she liked to. It felt comforting, reminding of her when she was younger, before her aunts' magic had fully taken hold of her and made her what she was now. Not that didn't like how she was now. Being able to breath underwater had made things a lot easier for her, and her looking the way she did made her stick out less in the Feywild. She supposed she would stick out a lot more once she got the Material Plane.
She found herself thinking a lot about the Material Plane when she got ready in the morning. She probably should locate one of Mortimer's cohorts, ask them if she could be sent to the Material Plane if she won the game. She probably should have done that last night but she'd been, uh, a little preoccupied, to say the least. Her stomach still felt off. It wasn't hurting anymore but it was... squishy. She'd have to restrain herself when having breakfast.
After preparing, she heads to the thicket that Mortimer had told them to arrive at, and she finds she's not the first to arrive. That wild-looking human woman who had returned her smile was there first, though she hadn't tried to engage Mortimer in conversation yet. Realising she should probably introduce herself, she approached her.
"Good morning!" Annie said as cheerfully as she could manage. She put out a webbed hand to the woman. "We didn't really get a chance to talk last night. I'm Anenome! But, err, I know that can be hard to say, but you can just call me Annie!"
That being said, as dinner came to an end, and everyone went their separate ways, Annie felt herself feeling a little... odd. She couldn't quite describe it, but as she returned to her room, she felt a peculiar feeling within herself as she took in her surroundings. The room was still the nicest room she'd ever stayed in, but the more she looked at it, the more she found herself thinking about her old, muddy mattress back at home. That made her think of her aunts, and while she was still very upset with them for their deceit, she couldn't help but wonder...
... did they miss her?
Better question, did she miss them? She was certainly feeling their absence right now. Surely they must be feeling the same way about her, in their own way. Because without her, who would they shout at? Who would they laugh at, or threaten, or make scathing remarks to? Well, she supposed they could do that to each other, but it wasn't the same. Surely, they were angry she'd ran off on her own and were making plans to locate her... but what if they weren't?
What if they decided they were better off with just each other? Maybe they'd find another hag to complete coven, or worse, find another girl to raise and take her place among them. That latter thought made her her stomach hurt...
Ow. Yeah, her stomach was actually really hurting right now. In fact, she felt kind of sick. Was this that thing she'd heard of? 'Homesickness'?
... no, wait. It was actually just regular sickness.
Annie quickly put her hands over her mouth and rushed out of her room in search of the nearest bathroom.
After an uncomfortably long time in the bathroom, Annie found herself able to sleep the night away quite easily. She technically didn't need to sleep, but sometimes she liked to. It felt comforting, reminding of her when she was younger, before her aunts' magic had fully taken hold of her and made her what she was now. Not that didn't like how she was now. Being able to breath underwater had made things a lot easier for her, and her looking the way she did made her stick out less in the Feywild. She supposed she would stick out a lot more once she got the Material Plane.
She found herself thinking a lot about the Material Plane when she got ready in the morning. She probably should locate one of Mortimer's cohorts, ask them if she could be sent to the Material Plane if she won the game. She probably should have done that last night but she'd been, uh, a little preoccupied, to say the least. Her stomach still felt off. It wasn't hurting anymore but it was... squishy. She'd have to restrain herself when having breakfast.
After preparing, she heads to the thicket that Mortimer had told them to arrive at, and she finds she's not the first to arrive. That wild-looking human woman who had returned her smile was there first, though she hadn't tried to engage Mortimer in conversation yet. Realising she should probably introduce herself, she approached her.
"Good morning!" Annie said as cheerfully as she could manage. She put out a webbed hand to the woman. "We didn't really get a chance to talk last night. I'm Anenome! But, err, I know that can be hard to say, but you can just call me Annie!"
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