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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Damn but Mat's a great DM. I mean I liked Taliesin's VtM two-shot as well, he was positively creepy, but Mat just embodies his worlds and NPCs. I have no problems with immersion whatsoever. It inspires me to play D&D like nothing else

By the by, Safira's passive perception is 12, but she's so far inside her own world at present, that that's not gonna help her much

Edit: OMG, found the perfect theme song for Safira. Edited it in her CS post.

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@Traps I'm working on my girl, I promise I've picked the pic, which for me is the biggest hurdle

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Safira paled visibly at the addition of yet another traveler to this crossroads party. Her pale complexion a stark contrast to her crimson huntress attire. She felt the urge to rummage in her satchel and start working on her alchemy. Tinkering with her mutagens always put her mind at ease. But this wasn't the time nor the place for that. The distressed huntress glanced at Bobbin, the kenku, and his flask of spirits. She wished she could turn to it for courage like he appeared to be doing. But alcohol didn't mix well with her formulas so that wasn't a possibility as well. Safira cast one last wistful glance at the flask and turned her attention to the lady elf. She was inquiring all of them as to their motives for being in this forest.

No! She wouldn't tell them her reasons. Why should she do that? She'd done the necessary. She'd been polite and given her name. She didn't owe these people anything. Especially her reasons for being in this forest at this time. With each new thought Safira sank deeper and deeper within herself and at the same time her huntress instincts began to surface. Whenever she felt crushed by the weight of social anxiety, she fell back on her more basic instincts. She tuned out the world of people and tuned in to the world of animals and critters. She tried this escape here and now and was abruptly reminded why she was at this forest, on this crossroad, among these people. Because the animals were gone. Or silenced. Or who knew what exactly. As she pondered the conundrum she began muttering under her breath.

"The animals. No animals. Silence. Where are they? Gone? Or...? Is it this star?" She wasn't really talking to herself. It was just that her thoughts were no longer contained within her mind, but were escaping sotto voce through her lips.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Oh, man, I totally forgot we can roll for shit

Edit: And here's my first Wil Wheaton-esque roll roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4669

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki For me it's impossible to do anything D&D related and not here the voices of Critical Role's cast #mercervoices

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@Traps I don't do short well, but I can try and keep it to reasonable lengths I'll try and work on something for you today and PM it when I'm done.

Also on the forum from work, by the way Though I'm just starting now.

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@Traps I was actually wondering how much of the hollow earth theory would you use save for obviously the existence of livable hollows within the earth? How do you feel about natives. And I don't mean the BAMs /Tera fan here by the way /

I can work my girl in the existing demographic, but I would be happy to try and make her a native if that's a direction you're willing to go.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

@Kitty I figured as Kat is not much for bonding within the pack, Blaine's telepathic link with her pack won't work with Kat as it requires a certain closeness and familiarity.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Blaine Moore

Location: Washington Square
Interacting With: Genevieve Alleron {@Alfhedil}, Devin Jackson Lumier {@WolfLover}, William Maevrsky {@Polaris North}

Blaine was ecstatic. There was simply something about being in the company of Genevieve that made her happy like she'd never been. True, the two of them were no more then good acquaintances at this point, but she felt a connection there that warmed her heart and placated her soul. And it wasn't the familial bond she felt for her pack mates. To her they were children, brothers and sisters rather than anything else. This, this was different. Stronger. More rewarding and filling. And then, of course, there was the healthy, or unhealthy, depending on your point of view, dose of wishful thinking.

Blaine grinned at Genevieve's tease about how she wouldn't be able to land a hit on her. Even delivered with a smidgen of awkwardness, the intent behind the words was sound. And Blaine's wolf yearned to answer the challenge. She was Alpha, she did not back down. "Well..." She almost purred, or growled, in her case. "There is only one way to really find out." She flashed Genevieve a fool toothed grin. "You, me, a sparring mat." Blaine chuckled.

Inwardly she pondered her bold, even risque, attitude around Genevieve. She was not one to openly seek out communication or interaction with others. She wasn't a complete hermit or recluse, but she did prefer her solitude. But she felt the strangest of pulls towards this woman. As if like they were two magnets with opposite polar charges. However they struggled and fought this thing, they ended up inevitably pulled to one another. It was clear by this point that neither of them was comfortable with social interactions. And even more so uncomfortable with close interpersonal communication. And yet, here they both stood, among this mass of people, like two islands in the see pushed by the currents towards one another.

Blaine peered at Genevieve, her inner elation at the presence of the other woman still vivid within her. "Well, if you've done your duty and have been working hard, as I'm sure, since morning without a bite to eat, what say you we peruse the many culinary delights this festival has to offer. We can find something decadent to indulge in and a more private place to enjoy it at." The Alpha bit the side of her lip, dreading what she'd just said, realizing it could totally be misunderstood as a flirtatious proposition. She hadn't meant it that way! Or had she. Somewhere, deep down inside. "I mean, since neither of us is much of a people's person." Blaine added quickly to save face, turning a little pink.

Before either of them could react to Blaine inevitably putting both her feet in her mouth Devin approached the two women requesting a minute of her time. He pulled his Alpha a few steps away, but not before the ex rescue diver could glimpse something akin to irritation on Genevieve's delicate Asian features. Well, well, well. Blaine mused. Is this what I think it is? Or is it just my bloody wishful thinking again? She filed the thoughts away for later analysis, as Devin began voicing his and William's concerns. He hadn't even said a word when all hell seemingly broke loose within the square. There were screams of horror and pain and Blaine's aggression rose to dangerous levels. Her wolf clawed to emerge, but she gripped the urge with an iron fist. If she lost control, her pack mates were soon to follow. As Alpha it was her duty to always be the calmness among a storm.

Blaine put a reassuring hand on Devin's shoulder. She closed her eyes and concentrated until she could feel clearly the life energy of all her wolves within the vicinity. Her features darkened when she could just as easily discern the signatures of outside Weres within the square. "My wolves." She telegraphed her thoughts to William and old Volber. "A foreign threat encroaches on our territory. They expose us to the world in the worst of lights. Stand fast and calm. Do whatever you can to help. Do not shift! And above all, stay safe. William, Volber, I'm sending Devin to you. Find Kat. Stay together, do not separate! Help people! Keep each other safe.I will deal with this threat on my end."

Blaine severed the link. She looked at Devin. "GO!" She twisted him in the direction of William and Volber and as he left, turned and was at Genevieve's side in two long strides. But before she could open her mouth to say something, a man and a woman appeared. The man carrying an injured girl in his arms. And the woman... The woman put all of Blaine's senses on high alert. However Blaine tried to keep calm, her animal instincts were screaming in warning, her aggression was boiling within her veins at the thought of outside wolves attacking her town at a time like this. She clenched her fists as she sensed the onslaught of her partial shift. She could not afford to expose herself right now. She would never do anything to jeopardize her frail connection with Genevieve.

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@Traps I'm still in. I don't mind dice rolls even if I've got the Wil Wheaton curse In my case it would make for many a funny circumstances and you can laugh at watching me try to go around a bad roll