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STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 3 yrs ago
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3 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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3 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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3 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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3 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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3 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Margarete O'Bryon


Location: O'Bryon's old world Heirlooms --> TIME Agency
Hit Points: 13 Sanity Points: 46 Luck: 75
Mental State: Sane
Skill: Education Roll 29


Alas, the morning had come. Margarete had wished she could spend a few more minutes- No... a few more hours in bed. But she had a shop to run, and bussiness to attend too. Standing up out of bed her feet hit the floor with a heavy thud as the disheveled woman stood up. On her night stand her grandfather's .45 waited, loaded for in case some poor bastard tried to get her while she slept. Or anything else that may try it. Not that she was any good with it. Outside of firing it in the woods a few times some years ago the only time she grabbed it nowadays was when she went to bad with an ill feeling, or to put it away. Sometimes she'd go out and take it with her if she was worried trouble might find her. But that was a rare occasion. The damn thing barely fit in her handbag anyways. Locked away in the drawer though, it sat still loaded just in case. Just in case. The thought that kept crossing her mind since she left France. Making her way to the window she pulled the blinds that faced the sunrise open. The bright morning beams felt just wonderful against her scarred and ruined face. It helped her feel at peace, the rise of a new day.

Morning routines were simple enough. Shower, find the nicest clothes she could find. Curse the clothes that DARE to not fit her correctly anymore! Neatly reorganized everything in her bathroom until everything was back in place. Organized by size, purpose, then replaced those things that would need more attention later. Sealing them inside a used up coffee tin to be deep cleaned later. The clothes she wore were her favorite beige pencil skirt, a nice blouse to go with it, and a nice suit jacket she would put on after breakfast. Breakfast was always a chore. She used to love to read the newspaper when she ate her breakfast, but now she had to forgo that until she was done and down to only her coffee to make time to prep and organizing. Eggs cracked and poured into circle shaped metal cutters, bacon strips cooked in neatly parallel lines, and some hash to act as a side made into another perfect circle like the eggs. But the eggs always turned out into different shapes, the yokes were never centered, the bacon strips always shrank to different lengths and angles. The whole thing was a nightmare for Margarete who only wanted a nice breakfast. She didn't care about these things nearly as much when she was in the woods. But home, or at work, when she was faced with a structured day to day life? Everything needed to be as perfect as could be. At least the hash stayed a circle. There was already a good start. The smell of fresh coffee only helped with that. The way the table was set one may guess she was preparing for a nice date, not that there was a Mr. O'Bryon in her life. Multiple forks set about in neat fashion, two spoons, a water cup on one side, and coffee on the other. With the table set, food made, Margarete was finally able to sit and enjoy her breakfast. Allowed to de-stress herself and get her morning rolling before she had any clients to deal with.

Though a single strand of hair that didn't seem to know it's place kept trying to mess up her meal, Sprinkles had saved the day before she took her anger out on a table she really didn't want to replace. The chubby orange cat jumped onto her lap and began purring up a storm as if his favorite human couldn't be beat by anyone. "Don't think you can butter me up so easily. I know why you're really here." The cat seemed to look up at her with the biggest smiling, purring like a motorboat as he continued to rub up against her. "It's not going to work. I have learned the secrete to your ways. I shall persist!" She said in a conquering tone. The chubby cat simply gave her a happy "Meow". Margarete soon admitted defeat. "Sigh... fine... let me finish the has first." Sprinkles perked up! He knew his mother too well. Margarete set the plate down on the floor with some eggs and most of a strip of bacon still left. Sprinkles was pleased his servant had fed him and immediately began ignoring his human once he had gotten what he wanted. "Ya wee bastard! Where's your end of the bargain!" Sprinkles ignored her in favor of the bacon.

Grabbing the mail that had been dropped off, she skipped over the newspaper wasting a fair amount of time spoiling her cat, and demanding his affection. Some were bills, some were letters asking about items she sold months ago, some were offers for more collectables. Overall, the usual stuff. What did catch her though... The unstamped letter was pretty easy to tell who it came from. But she still had to spend some time decrypting it. "Important message... New England millionaire... Respa... respatility..." She mumbled as she read the letter. Given another pot of coffee she could make out words easier. But she had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. "Responsibility! Great... uhm..." She held a reading level of a student who had never finished school. Though she loved to read, she was slow, and the early morning still ahead of her she was more off than usual. "...presence required ASAP..." She paused, reading that over. So it was TIME. She was hoping she'd be less groggy by the time she got there. Last thing she needed to do was make a fool of herself, or have to beat down some poor bastard that decided to call her out for it.

She put on her suit jacket, a felt fedora for the weather, and grabbed her handbag from her room. She paused, looking back at the side table. She always had her knuckles within her bag should she need it. But if TIME was reaching out to her, she had an idea of the kind of trouble she expected. Taking her keys, she took the old army revolver out of the drawer and slid it into her bag. Still loaded from the night before. Locking it back up she left to get to work. "Stay out of trouble sprinkles, mum will be back soon enough. Make sure to not sleep all day!" She called out knowing the cat would do just that. But it made her feel better to at least say something. Sprinkles, was already asleep on top of a box by the radiator. She left a sign on her shop saying simple "Went out on important errands, shall return later." Attached to it, were a few of her business cards.



Margarete chose to walk. The fresh air helped her keep a level head when confronted with problems and stressers. Plus, it was easy for her to make it past most crowds. She stood over most woman, and many men. She was intimidating by size alone. The scars on her face only seemed to help that fact as no one dared bump into the woman. She stepped through the doorway to be greeted by the lovely secretary. "Mornin' Miss Babson. Taking care of yourself?" She asked intrigued, but alas she was in a hurry. Inside she saw two other agents, and Harry Peacock. She made sure to give each a courteous acknowledgement of a nod, and eye contact. Though kept her hat on. She was still self conscious about the burns sometimes. And for whatever reason she felt the hat helped draw attention away from them.

She continued her heavy steps, her lifted shoes nearly stomping with her weight on the floor as she walked into the office. Though she arrived a little late, she arrived soon enough to get the gist of what was going on. She had to ponder the question for a moment. Then it hit her! "Arthur Cornthwaite is a wealthy lad who went on a fair amount of expeditions, made money off them, and had an obsession with tribes from about tha' world. Saw him once at an event, but can't say I know much more on The man. I think he's local? At least to the Northeast." She shrugged. But she guessed that is why they were there. To know about this man, and figure out where he had gone. Though, the smaller girl had a point. Why did the attorney think that they needed to be involved instead of the police? She was sure there was a reason, but off the top of her head, she couldn't think of one.

In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@ONL okay! Here's the update with everything we talked about!


In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Took forever because I am a slow word learner! But got it in! I am sure I missed something but let me know and I shall fix it when I get home!! @ONL


In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Battle Master, Level 03
HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A
Location: Road to Mallard's --> Outside Mallard's
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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With no response from Lea, the party moved on. They would return to check on her for sure before getting back to camp. But the night was coming up close, and they didn't have long to go before the dark would come to get them. Rapidly it was getting colder. Rapidly visibility was dropping. The light glow from the hammer helped, but not enough to do much. "The lights would be helpful Kosara... I'm afraid I can't see too well in this." Again, the dim glow from the hammer helped. But not a ton. Maybe a torch? Though that may be redundant when compared to Kosara's magic. Another impressive feat that Kathryn wish she understood more of. She told herself that when this was over she was going to learn whatever she could of magic. Though she had no natural magical abilities, and wasn't the smartest, she was sure there were magical options for people like her! Those who could mostly use brute force to solve all of their problems, and flounder every social encounter they came across. Maybe only some light magic... Fancy lights and cool tricks? She was hopeful. And Kosara's spell about an unseen servant also seemed nice. Had she gone the route of Knighthood despite her father's protests she'd have a squire by now who would be able to tend to many of her needs, and assist her in various tasks. Maybe even help her get in and out of her armor a little faster... Though she supposed there wasn't anyone she would really trust to that extent at the moment. But that is what the fancy magic spells would be for no?

"I would like to protect as many as we can tonight. But the fact of the matter is we are too few. We'll have to hope that those who haven't been turned can hold up for tonight, barricade their homes, and wait until morning for help. If we find others who we can help along the way I would love too, but I don't think there are enough people equipped to handle the situation. We need to make it through tonight." She hated the plan. But without an army equipped with weapons that could hurt the wererats then their options were to save who they could, hope everyone else could hold up, and deal with the threat when they were better prepared. When Blackberry commented about the night and how quite it was, she noticed it too. "Maybe everyone is already taking shelter? Maybe today's events spooked them enough to shelter and lock up their homes. Or get as far away as possible? But it is eerie." The rustling around them didn't help. She wondered if they were their foes. Those who they would have to face. She supposed the sun was pretty low at this point. The shadows at present were as close to night as one could get while the sun was still about. She worried about the time they had left, and picked up her pace. She wouldn't be quiet, but now it was more important to be fast than quiet. "We'll hammer out the plan later. When we are somewhere more secure. We can vote, or we can argue it. But not out here. Too many eyes..." She said looking back into the fog. She kept one hand on wrapped up in her shield, and the other resting on the hammer head ready to draw it in case action started. She could hear the rustlings though. Sometimes from the fog, sometimes people inside. She hoped whatever preparations they had for the night would last. The common folk and themselves.

Arriving at Mallard's Kathryn wanted to get inside, make sure Mallard was safe, grab their gear, and get to the L'Roses as quickly as possible. Seeing the full moon rise, Kathryn worried they would either have to hold up somewhere other than the public house, or they would have too fight their way back. But Kathryn refused to leave them behind. If they had to spend the night defending the bed and breakfast she would do that. Though the place wasn't built like a fort. Less so than the public house which as far as she could tell only had one or two ways in. Or the barn, which was isolated and had elevated positions. Kathryn unleashed a pounding that could only be done by someone who is a little jumpy and has the strength to make it sound like her knocks were attempts to beat the door down. "Mallard, we're back but we need to be fast. We're almost out of time." She toned down the knocking when she realized the force she was putting into it, and stepped back to take a look around. Staying on guard and preparing for anything to jump out of that fog and fight them.

In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I’m at work and on mobile at the moment, but I’ll give the videos a glance once I can and I’ll think of some character concepts!! I got a couple ideas but I may wait to work on them in detail until after I watch the videos. Thanks for any help you can offer!! I’ll ask some questions as they come up!
In Call of Cthulhu - Talbott's Investigators of Mysteries Enlightened → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Looks like fun! I’d be up for making a character and trying a new type of campaign! Though I don’t have any experience in the setting or game.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Battle Master, Level 03
HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A
Location: Public House --> Road to Mallard's
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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More warlocks. A field Kathryn struggled in as well. Honestly most fields that didn't involve heavy lifting or removing a foe off this plane of existence was outside of her realm of understanding. Though she was learning, she was the weakest link when it came to understanding anything with significant magical properties. And the bulk of what she did know she gathered from stories, fairy tales, fables, and travelers stories. Ser Lucas wasn't well versed either, so she didn't learn a ton from him either. But at the very least in this case, Cavendish seemed susceptible to blunt force trauma from his own hammer. That was a start, and it meant at least once the fighting began she could hold her own there. And maybe this time not spend half the battle crawling away and trying to not get stabbed. Kathryn pondered what Marita said about Cavendish though. "he may very well be licking his wounds and preparing for tonight. Much like we are. And since we have to pass by both, it may be better to pick up our gear first, and move in to help the L'Rose's afterwards." And whoever else they could. She didn't like the idea of hunkering down for the night if things were going to kick off, but they were dealing with a threat they could not face head on. If every person who had gone missing was turning into one of these creatures, then that could be dozens, or gods forbid worst case and hundreds... They had no way of knowing. They would also have to deal with Cavendish and his goons. Kathryn told herself if they had a reasonable chance to act tonight she would take it. Something she could do to help out if the chance came. But she had to remind herself that as of this moment, they were the only ones prepared to bring this whole thing down come daylight. Though there was honor in sacrificing one's self for the greater good, doing so at the expense of saving so many more would be foolish.

The plan at this point seemed pretty strait forward. Get stuff, save people, cower and hide for the night. She didn't love the plan, and she wished she had gotten done more with the time they had prior to now. Maybe if they had confronted Cavendish sooner, or maybe if they had figured more out ahead of time? She wasn't so sure... But she wished she had done more before they had to lock up for the coming storm. Kathryn listened with much interest to the poem Victoria uttered. It was short, or incomplete, Kathryn couldn't be sure in this moment. Kathryn listened closely but broke her attention away as Victoria quieted. In the break, she heard Marita offering Lea to come with them. Much like the offer she gave to Mallard, and the one they were going to give to the L'Rose's. None of them knew how rough tonight would be, and they knew they couldn't protect everyone. What they did know was that they needed to keep whoever they could safe, starting with their friends and allies, and working outward from there. But they were too few to do that in mass. Bringing those they met to somewhere they could protect in the night seemed like the best course of action.

Kathryn took a final look to her party before they would depart. She had some concerns for the night, but if anyone could save this town it would be them. Between all of their mixed skills they could be prepared for any situation. Looking around though, she caught very briefly Victoria's face going red, and covering up her face rather rapidly. Looking over at what she saw, was a nearly topless Kosara enjoying the warmer temperatures of the public house. Kathryn let out a small grin, not saying anything. She thought it was adorable in a way, a young crush. She remember some of her own younger crushes when she was a wee lass. Then she paused, and realized Victoria is likely older than her. Not only that, likely a lot older. She was a elf right? Then she realized she may also be one of the youngest members of the party. She had fallen for the same trick many others have gotten to with her, and that her sheer size made her seem much older than she was in many cases. And she still mistakenly takes those smaller than her as younger. She supposed as long as she didn't do anything silly like treat her fellow party members as small children that this was an easy thing to correct. That didn't change the fact that Kathryn found the way Victoria shied away rather adorable. A little positivity to help brighten up the chaos of things to come.

Kathryn finished wrapping up her gear. Loading up weapons, armor, and her pack and cape. Not completely removing her armor shortened the process, but it did feel nice to not have to carry so much steel across her body for a short time. Though she felt safe and comfortable in her armor, enough poor quality steel began to weigh on a person after a while. The worse it was, the more you needed to be effective. Though at this stage she would continue the quest, reward or not, she was thankful that there was a new set of armor at the end of things. That was a huge part why much of Kathryn's gear had been rusted out though. Many times she found herself trying to help people who wouldn't be able to afford to pay for professional services. Especially of her nature. Most of what she had she had purchased during the few jobs that paid well, or gear she had reluctantly pulled off the corpses of others at Ser Lucas's insistence. It would be nice to have something that was not only her own, but new. Or even not worn and nearly ruined.

Making her way to the door with the others, so far pretty simple. The Silver Smith's, then the L'Rose's. And whoever else they could save along the way. It would be a long night for sure though. Kathryn made her way to the front door, following Victoria into the foggy street. "So, we're in agreement? Mallard's, then our friends? Then shelter?" She asked Victoria and anyone else who had made it outside so far. Kathryn stood at attention as best as she could. Her helmet resting latched on her head, she shield strapped to her right arm firmly and ready to take a beating, and her new hammer resting on her belt ready to be drawn if action were to start. Or a free hand should she need one.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Battle Master, Level 03
HP: 29 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A
Location: Public House
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn listened to Marita with the curiosity of a small child as she explained in detail how her magic worked and what she did to Cavendish. She almost looked like a giddy child if it wasn't for the fact she was an adult woman, tall enough to make easy eye contact with standing people while sitting. But magic fascinated her to such an extreme degree. It's something she had never practiced before, and likely never would outside of some magical items and artifacts. But it was still some of the coolest things to learn and hear about! Maybe when she gets old she could retire and become a wizard? Many of them gain magical abilities through nothing but their raw ability to learn and think alone! And when Kathryn got too old to fight with blade and board, maybe she could protect a homestead with radiance and flame! Though this wasn't helped by the fact that magic was even more uncommon back in Arcanaple. Sure, those with money could get magic items and weapons from time to time. And some people had abilities here and there. But there weren't a ton to speak up. Mostly old clan magic and some light ritual casting. "That is so cool! I'm excited to see what other amazing tricks you have up your sleeves!" Kathryn exclaimed.

It seemed going on the attack and torching the place wasn't on the table. Kathryn couldn't say she was surprised, but she was a little disappointed. She worried the longer this went on the worse it would get. But if they were too rash, and got themselves killed before things could be fixed, then a raging fire in the middle of town would help no one. Though Kathryn did like the way Blackberry claimed "TO GLORY!" It made Kathryn want to cheer it, though she figured this wasn't the time to cheer out. "What if we didn't confront them when we lured them away? But instead diverted them to somewhere away from the municipal building? That could buy us time to get in, look around, and maybe even gather some useful information. I'd feel a lot more confident taking on the leftovers than whoever Cavendish takes with him to confront us." Though if the home base was important enough she figured he may leave some of his more elite fighters there. But either way, they would be fewer in numbers if they wanted to get in. Blackberry did put together a decent plan if they were able to corner those who gave chase. Kathryn still held her own worries. "Though I think we could give them a run for their money, there are too few of us who can take them on. Unless we wanted to throw them into a pit somewhere it would take some time for them to get out, we'd need to be sure we could win the fight. And if he gives chase with 20 well armed lads, we're in a bit of a pickle." If he only had the guards who were with him before, they stood a decent chance. They were down manpower, and Cavendish no longer held his hammer.

It did seem that everyone agreed hunkering down for the night was the best course of action. "The L'Rose's are still at the bed and breakfast last I checked. I think wherever we hold out we should take them with us. At least for tonight. Though you bring up a good point about burning the places down... I think our best chance to last the night would be to not get caught at all though. A temple could work, but not all are made of stone. And there aren't a ton of temples here that we're familiar with. We'll need somewhere familiar, somewhere secure, and somewhere we can still tend to our needs through the night." Victoria brought up a string of good points, but she was definitely one of the bigger advocates against the arsoning of the town. And the bait and trap issues could easily go wrong. "We could just go back and get our pay, but we also seem to be the only ones in town who have any real chance of fixing things. That makes it our responsibility to do what we can. I'm with you Victoria, we're staying." Her talk about bigger problems concerned her. The were rats were already pretty bad. With most of Kathryn's encounters in her life being sell swords and goblins, it seemed every hour something new and far out of her experience came into play to remind Kathryn that she was still very new to this lifestyle. "I do worry about splitting up. With the L'Rose's being so close to Mallards, I think we should be deciding which place we're stopping at first rather than splitting up. Cavendish still has at least three well armed goons. We can go toe to toe with him with those odds as a full party, but at half strength it'll be a slug fest at best. And at worst, we'd lose people. And that is assuming he only has three goons under his command."

"We know our camp pretty well, and it's pretty defensible should worst comes to worse. As well, it won't draw a lot of attention to itself should things get rough tonight." Marita brought up planning for tomorrow, and Kathryn was all for that. The moment the sun broke Kathryn wanted to be out the door and working on damage control, and bringing this whole thing down. "On top of your points, I think we need to send that message the moment daybreak comes. We can decide who either tonight once we bunker down, or dawn once we have a little more information on just how bad things are. But I think the garrison at the fort should know what's going on. And if someone can make it there early enough, they may be able to have help arrive before nightfall again." Kathryn finished up the last of her food and began loading up her weapons and gear again. Making her way to the door she peaked outside to see the fog, and to feel the colder temperatures. She didn't like this, not one bit. Closing the door again she stepped back towards everyone. "If we're going to leave, we should do so soon. The fog outside may not clear before night, and it'll be impossible to tell how fast things will happen once night does hit us."
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Battle Master, Level 03
HP: 25 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A
Location: Public House
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn watched lea, but didn't press her to say anything. Though it seemed she had little to say in this moment. Kathryn couldn't blame her for that, she could only imagine what the poor woman was going through having her whole life being ripped apart piece by piece. Then again, how much of it did she have to imagine? She supposed she did. At least in Kathryn's case she felt she could do something to keep her world together. Lea on the other hand, was trapped in a public house with a bunch of stranger she had met recently who had trouble being serious in rough situations, and faced off their problems with jokes. Kathryn imagined that was likely not something easy to handle. Hearing about the situation from Mallard was comforting in knowing more of what was going on, or at least confirming what they already knew. Three nights of the harvest moon. "Does that mean we're having the equivalent of three full moons in a row?" What was probably a beautiful sight, but dealing with anything lycanthropy based, the full moon generally meant bad news. Marita's plan to focus on survival was likely best. Though trying to cut the problem off before it could get worse would be great, they had no idea the scope of the problems they would be facing tonight. It could just be the Constable and his goons from before. Or, it could be a sizeable portion of the whole town. Kathryn didn't like that latter idea. And she had doubts that everyone who was turned in that case was done so willingly. Robert's expression from when Kathryn asked if those afflicted could be helped didn't help.

"if we're not going on the offensive tonight, I want to make the most of it still. So that way once daylight does come we can make the most use of our hours as they come. I want to see if we can find somewhere we can watch the Municipal building tonight. if we can get an idea of what's going on there I think it'll improve our situation greatly. Even if we don't act on it tonight. at the very least, it may lend us some useful information. Like how many foes we could be facing off against once we are ready to act." Kathryn was a little surprised to hear a tactical thought come from Kosara. Not that she thought the tiefling wasn't smart, but she didn't think Kosara held a tactical thought in her head. "Honestly, if we can confirm the municipal building is the nest that may be the thing to do. I'd like to be sure we're avoiding collateral damage, but otherwise I am not against the plan." And if things get desperate, they could burn it down anyways. Buy time for others to come pick up where they left off. At the very least maybe alert the fort that help was needed. "If we could find somewhere to fend them off it may be worth trying to draw them out in a more adventitious situation. Those are pretty good ideas Kosara." She wondered if it was worth trying to get to the fort, letting someone there know what was up. Round up as much help as possible. The trip could be made in a day, or a night if someone was brave enough. Who could they trust of those they met so far? Lea maybe? But that'd be a lot to ask of her, and their trip here proved the roads were not safe.

That did get her thinking about the goblins again. Maybe they were in place to keep as many people in as possible. Making sure that as many people were trapped in town as possible, and no one could send for help. If that was the case, the roads were clear. But there could be more, and there could be more wererats in the country side. The L'Roses they trusted, but it was the same situation. It wasn't safe. And even if they got there, the Sheriff was gone. The closest they had to a contact was one of his deputies. Worst come to worse, they'd have to at least check things out right? If someone were to leave tonight, it would likely have to be one of them. Kathryn finished up her soup thinking on this. No matter what happened, they wouldn't be able to get help back until daylight. But that could be the difference should things turn into anarchy in the night. But the party was small and was carefully balanced at the moment to handle a large array of tasks. Breaking it up more especially for a trip like this would mean if the party had a chance to act, they would be down a key element of the team. Reducing their options to act should a chance arise. "I think we need to consider the real chance that we should call out for help. The fort must have a garrison no? Even if the Sheriff isn't in there has to be someone who could muster a force. I think it's too late in the day to risk sending someone tonight. But when day breaks, someone outside of this town should know what's happening." Apart of her wanted to book it tonight. Sprint as long as as fast as she could to the fort and call for aid. And rush back before dawn and try and save the day. But the concern came up with weapons. They were immune to non silvered weapons. And the hammer she beat Cavendish with. She had no reason to expect they'd have the weapons for this. But if things went bad maybe those who couldn't protect themselves could be evacuated?

"Marita is right. We need a solid plan before we head out." Kathryn said between bites of the last bit of her food. "Before we leave, we need to decide where we are holding up. If we decide to split up, or get split up by chance and situation, we need to be prepared as we can. We don't have a home field advantage here. If we don't have time to find somewhere to overlook the municipal building, I think we need to hold up either here in the public house, or in our camp. We're familiar enough with both I think we could defend them if it came to it. And both are big enough to shelter those we have met so far." Their options weren't amazing. But they had the means to protect themselves. And Cavendish knew that. He knew if the party was in position too, they could hurt him. She hoped he wouldn't risk an engagement for a long as possible. What gave Kathryn pause though, was when Marita went up to Lea, and embraced her. Kathryn listened as Marita spoke to Lea, and wished she had the ability to give that same reassurance to Marita. Lea seemed ready to return it, but either was too late, or hadn't been able to commit to it.

When the barmaid returned to some busy work, Kathryn approached Marita and offered her a plate of melon bits she had collected. "That was very sweet of you Marita. I'm sure it meant a lot to Lea." Kathryn wanted to say more, offer the same reassurances to Marita. But that was something that Kathryn was never really good with. She'd try her best though, and try not to blunder it too much. "I think we got this. We got some powerful casters here. And a dragon who punches people with magic hands. And after that stunt you pulled on Cavendish earlier, I doubt he'd be so keen to face off against us again. What... What was that by the way? I'm not too versed in the arcane, but it looked impressive, and was really effective." Kathryn tried her best to keep the mood positive without drawing away from how serious it was. Something she wasn't best at. She had a tendency to dissociate when things got rough. And then pound them into submission when they got worse.

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