do you ever write up a post in google docs and then get distracted before finishing the last paragraph and then it's three days later and you still haven't posted?
sorry about that, still here!
sorry about that, still here!
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The moment Spook explained the epidemic that had apparently spread to these felidrakes, Lily's let loose a long-suffering sigh. For just a moment, she sagged, her head bowing between her shoulders—and then she was standing and brushing off her hands, fast enough the moment of exhaustion might have just been a trick of the light, shoulders back and chin high.
"Thank you, Spook," she said pleasantly, turning away with one last glance at the innocently grassy earth where the magic circle had lain just moments before. She planted her hands on her hips, nodding to the Traveller. "It is quite nice to know what's going on, for once. However, it's also nice to give the little critters a chance, no?" Personally, once the full scope of the problem was revealed, Lily was more willing to listen to Spook, as long as he had a good reason—the felidrakes were cute, but a handful of beasts was nothing compared to cities full of fathers and daughters and aunts and grandmothers.
Lily moved briskly to grab her pack from where she'd set it when Spook called for volunteers at the circle, resettling it on her shoulders and giving one last brush off to her knees. She was quiet—her movements signified her deferral to Spook's leadership well enough, and anyway, she didn't trust herself to speak further for now.
If the surrounding cities had been wiped out by disease, what had happened to her sisters?
"Thank you, Spook," she said pleasantly, turning away with one last glance at the innocently grassy earth where the magic circle had lain just moments before. She planted her hands on her hips, nodding to the Traveller. "It is quite nice to know what's going on, for once. However, it's also nice to give the little critters a chance, no?" Personally, once the full scope of the problem was revealed, Lily was more willing to listen to Spook, as long as he had a good reason—the felidrakes were cute, but a handful of beasts was nothing compared to cities full of fathers and daughters and aunts and grandmothers.
Lily moved briskly to grab her pack from where she'd set it when Spook called for volunteers at the circle, resettling it on her shoulders and giving one last brush off to her knees. She was quiet—her movements signified her deferral to Spook's leadership well enough, and anyway, she didn't trust herself to speak further for now.
If the surrounding cities had been wiped out by disease, what had happened to her sisters?
first of all, i can hear the opening to fergie's london bridge (oh shit) playing in the background of your last post; second of all, im definitely here and definitely ready to rumble.
[prays to the RPG gods that this isn't dead]
^^same as above. ah, the joys of going to your grandparent's house and the y d on't ha ve a ny in ter ne t
still hanging around, but out of town and restricted to mobile for the holidays!
The moment Lily noticed her hands were shaking, she forcibly stilled them. Silence rang in her ears louder than any siren after the beast was dragged into the void, and it took real effort to drag her eyes away from the night-black hole in the path. All at once, she became aware of the cramping in her fingers, the ache in her knees, and the beginnings of a truly magnificent migraine. A total non-sequitur thought occurred to her—it's going to take hours to clean the dirt from my nails.
Lily wasn't really one for introspection—all too often, it turned out depressing—but she couldn't help but be fascinated by the power flowing under, around, through her fingers. It felt almost like water without wetness, rushing past along the intricate pattern Spook had drawn. Meeting Emma's eyes for a moment, she saw a glimmer of a reflection of her own fascination. She'd never felt anything like it before, and to be honest, it was difficult to focus her attention past the minute tides flowing below her.
When she looked up, though, Spook was dropping felidrake cages into the void, Kelsier and Alexander looked like they were about to start a fight (she could guess with who), and Telio and Meryn had simply vanished. Not the most auspicious start to their journey.
"Gentlemen," Lily broke in, her voice betraying none of her anger. "Why don't we let the nice man explain before coming to blows? We should at least know exactly why we're beating him, no?" Her eyes narrowed, and she turned to Spook, but she carefully maintained her kneeling position on the ground—she wasn't sure yet if it was safe to let go of the circle. "Knack or no, Spook, I'd appreciate an explanation—for the hellbeast lizard, and as for why you're seemingly sending a batch of innocent creatures into the void."
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Lily wasn't really one for introspection—all too often, it turned out depressing—but she couldn't help but be fascinated by the power flowing under, around, through her fingers. It felt almost like water without wetness, rushing past along the intricate pattern Spook had drawn. Meeting Emma's eyes for a moment, she saw a glimmer of a reflection of her own fascination. She'd never felt anything like it before, and to be honest, it was difficult to focus her attention past the minute tides flowing below her.
When she looked up, though, Spook was dropping felidrake cages into the void, Kelsier and Alexander looked like they were about to start a fight (she could guess with who), and Telio and Meryn had simply vanished. Not the most auspicious start to their journey.
"Gentlemen," Lily broke in, her voice betraying none of her anger. "Why don't we let the nice man explain before coming to blows? We should at least know exactly why we're beating him, no?" Her eyes narrowed, and she turned to Spook, but she carefully maintained her kneeling position on the ground—she wasn't sure yet if it was safe to let go of the circle. "Knack or no, Spook, I'd appreciate an explanation—for the hellbeast lizard, and as for why you're seemingly sending a batch of innocent creatures into the void."
@Mokley @Crimson Raven @jordy0403
Morning dawned cold and crisp on the island, a far cry from Caerel's balmy sea breezes. There had been a minimum of talking after the camp took a turn for the tense, but Anara had made sure to bank the fire so that there was at least a little warmth in the morning. She'd spent the night wrapped up in the waterproof furs she'd brought, couched on a curl of Inirath's tail, and she was the first to wake. Inirath stayed sound asleep as she rose, stumbling over to her bags to dig out breakfast.
She coaxed the fire back to life and started heating up some of the dry rations, using a dry-ish stone as a chair. As she waited for the others to wake, she let herself heave a sigh. She'd known this was going to be difficult—flying across the ocean, landing on islands no one had seen for a century, and somehow solving a change in the seasons—even without dissent within the ranks. Now, the problem of moving a flight of dragons across hundreds of miles of sea water seemed the least of her worries.
She coaxed the fire back to life and started heating up some of the dry rations, using a dry-ish stone as a chair. As she waited for the others to wake, she let herself heave a sigh. She'd known this was going to be difficult—flying across the ocean, landing on islands no one had seen for a century, and somehow solving a change in the seasons—even without dissent within the ranks. Now, the problem of moving a flight of dragons across hundreds of miles of sea water seemed the least of her worries.
Anara came down from her fighting stance slowly, the air huffing out of her as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Tonight was turning much more taxing than she'd expected, and she was already tired after the long flight—fatigue certainly made up half of Inirath's anger. The thunder dragon was more reluctant to relax even a fraction, her spines standing straight out and the air still carrying the scent of thunderstorms.
"Axon," she said, and her voice belied the exhaustion her posture hid. "This is not a popularity stunt, or a good will trip, or—we are not here to prove that we can be good, or to get people to like us. We're here because our mission is necessary. So while I appreciate that you're honest about your motives, just—"
Keltor sighed again, before dropping her hand and squaring her shoulders. "I am going to be asleep in an hour," she said flatly, looking between all those assembled. "You can come to the camp, it's not like this island is a secret. We'll decide what to do—in the morning." The decide what to do with you went unspoken. "If you cause any fights in the meantime, though, I can tell you right now what will happen—you will return to Caerel or stay here, but you will not be following us."
She turned her back on them and headed back for the camp, laying her hand against Inirath's silver scales for a moment. The thunder dragon rumbled angrily for a moment, before her rider calmed her enough that the great beast turned, returning to the dip in the stone that she'd claimed for her bed. Both rider and dragon, however, still gave off static shocks to the touch—acquiescent though she may seem, Anara was far from pleased.
"Axon," she said, and her voice belied the exhaustion her posture hid. "This is not a popularity stunt, or a good will trip, or—we are not here to prove that we can be good, or to get people to like us. We're here because our mission is necessary. So while I appreciate that you're honest about your motives, just—"
Keltor sighed again, before dropping her hand and squaring her shoulders. "I am going to be asleep in an hour," she said flatly, looking between all those assembled. "You can come to the camp, it's not like this island is a secret. We'll decide what to do—in the morning." The decide what to do with you went unspoken. "If you cause any fights in the meantime, though, I can tell you right now what will happen—you will return to Caerel or stay here, but you will not be following us."
She turned her back on them and headed back for the camp, laying her hand against Inirath's silver scales for a moment. The thunder dragon rumbled angrily for a moment, before her rider calmed her enough that the great beast turned, returning to the dip in the stone that she'd claimed for her bed. Both rider and dragon, however, still gave off static shocks to the touch—acquiescent though she may seem, Anara was far from pleased.
right now, i'm waiting on those who were around the camp to get involved, but i suppose i could go if no one else wants to post.
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