(I tried to clean up this log a bit, but there was a looot of watch/peer spam on my side with a lot going on, and it is quite long. There is certainly room for someone to post further logs as well further past mine. As in title, spoilers.)
You walk west, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and holding a handful of 17 small white grubs in your left hand.
[St Loomis, Market Square]
Just as traffic from north Main Street begins to grow uncomfortably clogged by a sudden proliferation of market stalls, the road widens into a cobble-paved square that provides ample space for the town's various artisans to hawk their wares. Carts and wagons travel unhindered along the tidy length of Cross Street to the west, but to the east a dirty ramble of alleyways contains potholes and pits aplenty.
A collection of baskets is lined up at one side of the square, looked over by a sharp-eyed girl. A dark Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole. A farm stand has been set up in the square on the back of a wagon.
Also here is Exa. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, west, and east
Other: over to the perfume stall
The sun shines warmly down from a crystal-clear blue sky.
Firouzeh is browsing wares at a farm stand consideringly.
You have emoted: Ighlaf greets Firouzeh, "We meet once again." [in Sirdabi] their lips twitching, "The fish do *not* like grubs at the docks." [in Sirdabi]
Some rumbles of gossip move through the town, as folk have apparently witnessed a visiting noble come through the gate, accompanied by a Mistwatch guard. They were heading to the Greyleigh Manor...
You have emoted: Ighlaf tilts their head in contemplation as they listen for several moments, "Huh." [in Sirdabi] and their gaze turns northwards.
.
Firouzeh starts to offer a lighthearted response to you but becomes distracted by the overheard chatter. "Huh," [in Sirdabi] she parrots. "Did I hear that right? Someone new arrived?" [in Sirdabi]
You have emoted: Ighlaf ticks a nod, "Yes, it seems so." [in Sirdabi] while frowning. "Through the gate..." [in Sirdabi]
"Well..." [in Sirdabi] Firouzeh says, turning attention fully away from her shopping. "Shall we go be nosey?" [in Sirdabi]
You have emoted: Ighlaf gives a glance to Firouzeh and opens their mouth, only to give a small amused sound. "I was about to ask the same." [in Sirdabi] and turns to follow Firouzeh.
You fall in with Firouzeh.
Yellowing leaves of viny creeper vibrantly drape the eaves of a two-story building on the western side of cobbled Main Street. The structure's creaking wooden sign is painted with a pale green shard over the etched symbols of a tankard and a bed, with a matching sigil marking a rustic wooden gate in the stone wall that adjoins the building on the north. A neat cedar bench set to one side of the doors allows a fine view of the street out of the way of traffic. Off to the north the intersection with Post Street is visible, where crowds gather around the central fountain with its miniature lighthouse beacon.
Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and west: rustic wooden gate (open)
Other: the Seaglass Inn: set of double doors (open)
A small muddy puddle in the cobbled street offers up a mirror for the sky.
Firouzeh walks north, hobbling along.
You walk north, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
[St Loomis, Fountain Square]
Here at Fountain Square, bustling Market Street intersects with Post Street to the west, the two avenues' near identical width and substantial stone paving marking them out as equally important in the life and layout of the town. Conversely, the abruptly declining quality of the road that forges eastward suggests a certain marginality to the neighborhood in that direction, where clusters of dreary buildings slant together hopelessly. Presiding over both rich and poor from the center of St Loomis, the town hall sits in stone-clad dignity on the east side of the square.
A dark Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
Larth is standing here, holding a lump of beeswax in his right hand. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is dirtied by fresh water, lightly splotched with deep-red tea, and lightly splotched with tea.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, east, and west
Other: the town hall: bronze entry door (closed)
Pigeons flock around the base of a circular fountain at the middle of the intersection, where a large stone model of the St Loomis lighthouse presides over the area.
Firouzeh walks north, hobbling along.
You walk north, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
[St Loomis, North Main Street]
The cobbled main street of St Loomis stretches north to south, with the southern end aimed straight as the arm of a compass towards the busy market district, and the northern end lancing clean up to the gateway leading out of town. Underfoot, the stones have been worn down by the passing tread of many. Thankfully the street is wide enough for a wagon to creak along in either direction while simultaneously allowing the safe passage of the numerous pedestrians.
A rickety wooden courier outpost stands here at the side of the street.
Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. Faint scorch marks can be seen hereabouts, barely noticeable. An elusive hint of donkey dung can be barely smelled.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Firouzeh walks north, hobbling along.
You walk north, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
[St Loomis, North Main Street]
Between the outer gate and the imminent sprawl of the port town, the northernmost portion of Main Street passes near the top of the seaside hill upon which St Loomis is built. The lighthouse jutting from the coastal rocks towers far higher, and can be seen well from this tidy stretch of cobbled road that has not yet descended into the chaos and clutter clustered around the town's center. An oddly peaceful grove spreads out behind a stone wall to the west, a flagstone-paved avenue running along its south side.
Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and west
(Quietly): You have emoted: Ighlaf arches their eyebrows at something they see northwards a moment before turning their attention westward, "The fellow looks to be a bit rough shape for a noble." [in Sirdabi]
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Ardy walks away through the iron portcullis, patrolling.
At mid-distant range through the open iron portcullis, you see: Ardy walks through the iron portcullis, patrolling.
Ziyad lifts a hand to wave at Firouzeh and you as he strolls up main street.
At mid-distant range through the open iron portcullis, you see: Ardy takes quick note of his surroundings.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Aisha walks south.
Aisha walks over from the north.
You have emoted: Ighlaf greets Ziyad, "Hello. Firo and I are towards being nosy." [in Sirdabi]
You begin to watch the general direction of westward.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: Pord walks east, at a swift pace.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Pord walks over from the west, at a swift pace.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Pord walks east, at a swift pace.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Pord walks over from the west, at a swift pace.
Aisha sniffles. "You see that noble--" [in Sirdabi] she begins, shrugging.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Pord walks east, at a swift pace.
Pord walks over from the west, at a swift pace.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: A bulky young guard eyes a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair with now-perfect neutrality as he informs him, "---" [in Ilexi with a harsh bass-baritone] And with that, he clams up and stares stoically forward.
(Quietly): "You heard the rumors also? Some folks walked into the Seaglass mumbling about it, and I was a bit curious. Didn't realize there were other nobles besides the Greyleighs in this area," [in Sirdabi with a light, airy tenor] Ziyad murmurs as he joins the cluster.
Pord sneers suspiciously at Ziyad and grumbles something about, "...foreigners..." [in Ilexi with a bland bass-baritone]
"We should get clo-" [in Sirdabi] Firouzeh starts to say, but cuts off abruptly at the arrival of Pord.
Pord hurries along, pausing just briefly when he sees others to ask, "Is the Quartermaster still staying at the Seaglass?" [in Ilexi] An awkward hesitance, then, "I've been stationed on the northern road." [in Ilexi]
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair looks displeased but tells a bulky young guard, "---" [in Ruvic with a hoarsely lilting tenor] and then seems to attempt to compose himself. Despite his tone of command he looks to have been through a great deal, and his fine-featured face is touched with both exhaustion and simple fear.
You have emoted: Ighlaf dips their head in greeting to Pord, not holding back a curious look as they glance westward. They answer swiftly, "I believe so, his horse was still in the stables." [in Ilexi]
Ziyad clears his throat soft as he switches languages and nods his head towards Pord. "Yes, that's what I understand also. He was still staying there the last we heard." [in Ilexi]
Pord nods, hustling along.
Pord walks south, at a swift pace.
(Quietly): Ziyad scans west.
"What?" [in Sirdabi] Aisha says.
Lorten walks over from the north, patrolling.
Lorten walks south, patrolling.
(Quietly): "He was asking whether the Quartermaster's still staying at the Seaglass Inn," [in Sirdabi] Ziyad explains to Aisha.
You have emoted: Ighlaf dips their head at Ziyad's words, frowning westward.
"Oh," [in Sirdabi] Aisha says, glancing southward. "Why would he be asking that?" [in Sirdabi]
You are energized and you feel alert.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair rubs his hands together briskly and nervously, as if it frayed his nerves further to be made to wait here. Every now and then his eyes flicker back down the street, then to the gate once more.
(Quietly): Ziyad after squinting westward for a bit longer, he frowns and notes, "If that man standing by the Greyleigh's gate is a nobleman, he -is- looking rather... disheveled." [in Sirdabi] Reddish-gold eyes shift southwards as he nods at Aisha. "That's my thought also, Sayyida. Perhaps this man is of importance, or maybe something has happened involving him." [in Sirdabi]
Bringing to life lively scents of mud, tar, and weathered wood, the weather is warm and clear.
(Quietly): Aisha squints west.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: A bulky young guard unbends himself enough from his guardly discipline to tell a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair gruffly, "---" [in Ilexi]
You have emoted: Ighlaf chews on their cheek with a dawning look, "Pord is the one guarding the way past the Plew northwards." [in Sirdabi] They frown further, "Did the fellow get through the mist there, then?" [in Sirdabi]
Ardy walks over from the north, patrolling.
Firouzeh begins to watch the general direction of westward.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: The heavy iron gate opens.
Ardy walks south, patrolling.
Out of range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks south.
Out of range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks over from the south.
Out of range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks away through the heavy iron gate.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks through the heavy iron gate.
"Pord?" [in Sirdabi] Aisha asks. "Is that supposed to be a name?" [in Sirdabi] She shakes her head. "Either way, if the Mistwatch is involved..." [in Sirdabi] She trails off.
Ziyad begins to watch the general direction of westward.
You have emoted: Ighlaf gestures southwards, "The Mistwatch guard that asked about the Quartermaster, that was his name." [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): Firouzeh is rather unabashed in her straight-up staring westward. "The Greyleigh woman opened the gate," [in Sirdabi] she murmurs. To you, she asks, "What is her name again?" [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): You have emoted: Ighlaf murmurs in reply, "Eoforwynn." [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): Ziyad blows out a breath and puts on a tentative smile. "That would be better news than what I was imagining. If someone did manage to arrive through the Mists, maybe that means it's beginning to retreat and thin out. I thought that perhaps this nobleman lived in Plew or somewhere closer." [in Sirdabi]
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh sweeps out through the grand gate of the manor, with a brisk if slightly fragile step. A look of clear surprise passes across her face as she observes a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair, but then she sinks slightly into a small but respectful curtsy to him. "---" [in Ruvic with a roughened but clear mezzo-soprano] she greets him.
Aisha hums. "Well... No harm in finding out more, no?" [in Sirdabi]
Aisha starts towards the westward direction. (Stand - near the westward direction -)
(Quietly): You have emoted: Ighlaf nods slowly while looking lost in thought a moment.
(Quietly): Firouzeh shifts a slightly unsure look aside to Ziyad. "Perhaps some harm," [in Sirdabi] she comments, tracking Aisha as she goes.
(Quietly): "I'm not sure if we should get too close either without having a good excuse to be there..." [in Sirdabi] Ziyad comments, with the same uncertainty as Firouzeh. "But I -am- curious..." [in Sirdabi]
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: Fully straightening once more, Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh says solemnly, "---" [in Ruvic] She seems prepared to ignore his bedraggled state, as well as the lack of any further escort, until whatever time he should feel fit to reference it or its causes himself.
You have emoted: Ighlaf murmurs, "See if they tell her to go away or not I suppose." [in Sirdabi] Then then comment, "I could attempt to listen a bit eastwards if closer." [in Sirdabi] They sheepishly say.
(Quietly): "A bit closer might not hurt," [in Sirdabi] Ziyad concedes slowly.
Tordy walks over from the south, patrolling.
At far range toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair looks no less surprised by Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh, but he gives her a small nod of acknowledgement. "---" [in Ruvic] he tells her formally, "---" [in Ruvic]
Tordy walks north, patrolling.
Firouzeh does her best attempt at casually strolling further west, like she totally belongs.
Firouzeh starts towards the westward direction. (Stand - near the westward direction -)
Ighlaf follows Firouzeh. (Stand - near the westward direction -)
Ziyad falls in with Firouzeh.
The waxing gibbous sphere of Celeiri rises into the early afternoon sky.
Firouzeh walks west, hobbling along.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Firouzeh walks over from the east, hobbling along.
You walk west, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
Ziyad walks over from the east.
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
Splitting off from Main Street, this smoothly-paved path of broad and sturdy flagstones travels deep into a sheltered grove of well-kept trees. Yew and oak spread their branches across the sky above, embracing the traveler in their shade, but something about this place urges caution, and the neatly-trimmed shrubberies along the wayside imply the care of a meticulous groundskeeper.
Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west
You have emoted: Ighlaf nods and steps alongside Firouzeh. Just on a slow walk, no nosy busybodies.
Firouzeh begins to watch the general direction of westward.
You begin to watch the general direction of westward.
You scan west...
Looking to the way west, you can see...
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: west and east
Further, there is:
[St Loomis, In Front of an Iron Gate]
A dark Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
A bulky young guard stands guarding the western gate. A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair is here. Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh is here, holding an inkwell and a piece of beige parchment in her right hand. Aisha is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west: heavy iron gate (open)
Other: small stone gatehouse: sturdy plank door (open)
Further, there is:
[Greyleigh Manor, South Courtyard]
Also here are a ginger-haired guard and Eoforhild.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east: heavy iron gate (open), north, and south
Other: a gabled stone manor: mistwood double doors (closed)
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha slinks down the road, coming to a stop and glancing behind her as a look of mild terror shows on her face. She stays completely still, as if the act itself might render her invisible.
(Quietly): You have emoted: Ighlaf snorts softly under their breath, "I can see Eoforhild through the gate, likely being as curious as us." [in Sirdabi]
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: As he trails off, fear flashes in a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair's eyes again, and he stammers out, "-- -s----, ----- --- *--s------* --" [in Ruvic] His mouth twists slightly then. "---- ---.. f--- ------. -- ---- s--------. - --s-- ----- --s ------- - ----- -- --- f--- --- ---- -- --- ----, -- --f--- ---." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): Firouzeh guides the gossipy trio under a tree off the path. "Is that the son or the father?" [in Sirdabi] she asks you, clearly still staring at the happenings.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha is there one moment, gone the next.
(Quietly): You have emoted: Ighlaf replies quietly, "The daughter." [in Sirdabi] while looking westward, distractedly replying, "Hild means something of that sort, I think. Or woman." [in Sirdabi]
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh's eyes widen at this faltering account, but it's the only sign of alarm she allows. "- s--," [in Ruvic] she says, voice stern and grave. "---s -s ---- ---s --- -----, ---- -----. --- ---, --- --s------ -s s----- --- --s-, --- ---- --- --- s-- ----s----s -------." [in Ruvic]
You have emoted: Ighlaf murmurs to Firouzeh, "Would have to be a bit closer to hear anything." [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): Ziyad furrows his brows as he tries to make out the distant conversation. "Lady Greyleigh's expression. That's either surprise or alarm. Something -must- have happened." [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): Firouzeh lets out a slight 'ah', and then hushes as more speaking happens. She nods aside to you and then trails closer.
Firouzeh walks west, hobbling along.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Firouzeh walks over from the east, hobbling along.
You walk west, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
Ziyad walks over from the east.
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
This lengthy arbor is a beautiful sight in all seasons, and the trees that reach their branches over the cobblestones are a mix of oaks and yews, spotted here and there with a black poplar or a silver beech. The path is wide enough for a carriage and feels distanced and remote from the rest of the port town, the atmosphere dignified and serene rather than chaotic and muddy.
Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: west and east
(Quietly): Firouzeh scans west.
You scan east...
Looking to the way east, you can see...
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west
Further, there is:
[St Loomis, North Main Street]
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tekra is here. Paldeo is here, holding a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat in his right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and west
You can't see any further.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair's mouth twists a little, and for a moment his eyes dart worriedly about again as he half-turns to look down the street behind him. "I-- -h, --s, mil-d-.. -o-.. p-rh-ps -o- -r- corr-ct." [in Ruvic]
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression trots over from the east, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
Tekra walks over from the east.
Paldeo walks over from the east.
Paldeo grumbles a bit, gaze sliding to one side away from Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
A gangling postal worker arrives.
A gangling postal worker delivers a page torn from a book to Tekra.
Tekra nods at a gangling postal worker.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Switching over to Ruvic, Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh adds with reassurance, "With -o-r -scort, -nd th- r-st of thos- for whom -o-r -r- r-sponsibl-. It is bold of m- to s-- so, b-t I -rg- -o- not to f--r. If thos- of th- Mistw-tch h-v- p-rsist-d this long, th-- m-- w-ll still." [in Ruvic]
Tekra reads a page torn from a book.
Tekra puts a page torn from a book in a patchy patched-fur overcoat.
(Quietly): Tekra squints west.
A balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea, the weather is warm and clear.
A balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea, the weather is warm and clear.
Firouzeh's totally nosey staring west is abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, Tekra, and Paldeo. She blinks in clear surprise and then loses her filter to say toward the latter, "You're alive." [in Sirdabi]
Tekra frowns in focused realization towards the gate at the end of the path.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid sits atop a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, leading Tekra and Paldeo in a rather bedraggled procession. The horse slows a little as Firouzeh and the others come into sight and he clears his throat somewhat awkwardly.
(Quietly): Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid scans west.
You have emoted: Ighlaf looks distracted as they notice the path become more crowded. They give a distracted nod of greeting, flicking their own surprised look to Paldeo.
(Quietly): "Perhaps I'm wrong, but I'm beginning to suspect that--" [in Sirdabi] Ziyad starts to say, before he follows Firouzeh's gaze back over his shoulder. He dips an amicable nod towards Paldeo, Ariziya and Tekra, his expression slightly surprised at the sight of Paldeo.
Scowling and making a gesture of a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat, which doesn't look as if it's touched his ugly head at all, Paldeo says, "Why wouldn't I be." [in Ruvic with a rocky and raspy bass]
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Say (Drawing her brows down in concern) Tell me, Your Grace, was the Mistwarden with you? And the Master of Lamps? (Emit by Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh)
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Drawing her brows down in concern, Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh says, "T-ll m-, -o-r Gr-c-, w-s th- Mistw-rd-n with -o-? -nd th- M-st-r of L-mps?" [in Ruvic]
Tekra directs a fleetingly-annoyed look at Paldeo before refocusing towards the gate. "That's where the fop went," [in Ruvic with a harshly-affected countertenor] is stated with gruff quietude, and then they glance up at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid with some evident expectation.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair frowns sharply as he turns with a small twitch back to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh. "I, -h, ----s. P-rh-ps -o- -r- right. P-rh-ps." [in Ruvic] Then at the question his face contorts anxious grimace.
Tekra begins to watch the general direction of westward.
You have emoted: Ighlaf mutters distractedly, "Noticed you wander off northwards a while ago and lost track. Not many ways to go from there." [in Sirdabi] as their attention is focused to the west.
A gangling postal worker departs.
Firouzeh opens her mouth blankly, and then nods as you perhaps answers Paldeo's question for her. "Thought you went to the mist," [in Sirdabi] she agrees.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair tells Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh gravely but with a hint of anxiety, "Th- M-st-r of L-mps w-s --t -scorting -ll of -s, b-for- th- Mist thick-n-d -nd..." [in Ruvic] His voice drops to a whisper, as a bead of sweat forms on his brow. ".. b-g-n to t-k- sh-p-." [in Ruvic]
"Yes, I am not blind," [in Ruvic with a lilting, honeyed tenor] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid retorts to Tekra and nudges gently at a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's sides with his heels as if intending to continue in that direction as he digs distractedly in a small, round pouch decorated with gold tassels, not risking eye contact with anybody.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression trots west, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A roan rouncy with a friendly expression trots over from the east, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
Tekra walks west.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tekra walks over from the east.
Paldeo walks west.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Paldeo walks over from the east.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see:
You have emoted: Ighlaf gives a glance to Firouzeh, "Shall we make it more a crowd at this point?" [in Sirdabi]
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid gets out a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli from a small, round pouch decorated with gold tassels in his possession.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid puts on a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli.
"Might as well," [in Sirdabi] Firouzeh says with a shrug and nod to you.
Quartermaster Harkenson walks over from the east. He is followed by a small group.
Ziyad nods his head in agreement with Firouzeh and you.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Firouzeh walks west, hobbling along.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Firouzeh walks over from the east, hobbling along.
You walk west, with careful steps, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand.
Ziyad walks over from the east.
[St Loomis, In Front of an Iron Gate]
Stately oaks and spreading yews shelter the broad flagstone path that connects the impressive residence to the west with the main street of St Loomis. At the end of the way, a tall stone wall encloses the manor whose gabled roof is visible above the treeline past a substantial iron gate. Next to the gate is a small gatehouse, always manned by watchful guardsmen.
A dark Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
A bulky young guard stands guarding the western gate. A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair is here. Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh is here, holding an inkwell and a piece of beige parchment in her right hand. Aisha is standing beside a small stone gatehouse.(stealthy!) a roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tekra is here. Paldeo is here, holding a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat in his right hand. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west: heavy iron gate (open)
Other: small stone gatehouse: sturdy plank door (open)
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh's frown deepens, and she looks graver still. "I see," [in Ruvic] she replies quietly. "That is.. a sign that bodes ill, and yet indeed, if the Master of Lamps is with them yet, she will see them through the peril." [in Ruvic] Conviction firms her voice, and she gives a small nod.
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh lifts her head, then, to regard the party that has just now come up the drive to them.
Paldeo lifts hairless eyebrows at Firouzeh in a 'who-knows' sort of trying-too-hard-to-be-mysterious gesture, but there's an air of sarcasm to it, and then he glances over at Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh. Thankfully, he has the barest grace to keep his mouth shut when nobles are speaking.
Quartermaster Harkenson walks over from the east. He is followed by a small group.
A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair gives a sharp nervous jerk as he too turns to regard Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, Paldeo, and the rest. For a moment he looks simply bemused, as if not sure what to make of this motley crowd.
Militaristic bootsteps strike the path at the back of the gathering crowd as Quartermaster Harkenson approaches with a collection of other Mistwatch guards.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid swings down off a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's back.
OOC: Your pose will read 'a lean, ink-eyed man is standing off to the side out of the way of the crowd.'.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid reins a roan rouncy with a friendly expression to a stop and swings a leg over to slide neatly to the ground, brushing at the front of an immaculately cut thawb of midnight blue silk somewhat fretfully before he strides on closer to a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair and Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh. "I am Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, son of Merhaziya Al-Kazid of Irzal. I believe we crossed paths in the mist, though we were not fast enough to catch you up." [in Ruvic]
A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair's shoulders square up upon sighting the latest arrival of Quartermaster Harkenson, and he pulls his mouth into a straight flat line. But then Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is speaking to him, and he turns his attention to this particularly well-dressed and noble-looking person.
You have emoted: Ighlaf gives a bow of greeting then stands out of the way of the growing crowd.
Tekra stays quiet, folding both arms across a patchy patched-fur overcoat. There's a glance across the crowd towards you, a slide of dark-bronze eyes to Paldeo, and then a purposeful nod.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Tekra goes to stand by the eastward direction, arms folded.
A bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair tips his chin in a small sharp nod to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, though his expression is even more surprised than it is speculative. "I do not know what brings you here from such a far land," [in Ruvic] he tells Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "But perhaps you may be of service to His Grace Demetrius Estevarre," [in Ruvic] he gestures lightly to himself, "In an hour of need. Greetings." [in Ruvic]
Paldeo goes to stand by the eastward direction, joining Tekra, moving to linger near Tekra and observe.
You go to stand near the eastward direction, joining Paldeo and Tekra.
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh frowns in mild concern at the gathering crowd and at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, though she inclines her head to the latter with gracious courtesy. "Lord Alkazzid," [in Ruvic] she greets to him seriously, before finding Quartermaster Harkenson in the mob.
Quartermaster Harkenson marches on as some of the crowd parts, and moves to appraise a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair for a moment, politely. Heavy brows furrow, and he gruffly interrupts the conversation between the three nobles to say, "I am the Quartermaster. Where is Halfah's regiment?" [in Ruvic with a gravelly baritone]
Quartermaster Harkenson goes to stand by the frame of the open heavy iron gate, joining a bulky young guard, attention on a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair in particular.
OOC: Your pose will read 'a lean, ink-eyed man is standing off to the side out of the way of the crowd.'.
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh moves a little closer to Quartermaster Harkenson, while not distancing herself so fat from a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair as to be rude. "Quartermaster," [in Ruvic] she greets him as well, somberly. "The Master of Lamps comes through the Mist that has gathered north of Plew. His Grace, the brother of good Queen Celestine and envoy of the Court, has escaped to tell bring us this news." [in Ruvic]
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh moves a little closer to Quartermaster Harkenson, while not distancing herself so fat from a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair as to be rude. "Quartermaster," [in Ruvic] she greets Quartermaster Harkenson as well, somberly. "The Master of Lamps comes through the Mist that has gathered north of Plew. His Grace, the brother of good Queen Celestine and envoy of the Court, has escaped to tell bring us this news." [in Ruvic]
"Our ship was almost lost in the mists, and then wrecked at Lookout Rock," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid explains to a bedraggled looking nobleman with tangled dark hair, placing his free hand to his chest and offering a slight bow and a small, tight smile. "Of course, I am certain we will do all we can to aid you," [in Ruvic] he adds before giving Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh a deeper bow and glancing back to Tekra and Paldeo.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Demetrius Estevarre's mouth tightens still further, and his lips look a little white at the edges. "Yes," [in Ruvic] he agrees with Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh, turning a gaze towards Quartermaster Harkenson that is tinged with a deep unease, if not outright fear. "I was separated from the rest when the Mist thickened, but was able to break free to.. to bring word to the good folk here." [in Ruvic]
Quartermaster Harkenson frowns. "Escaped," [in Ruvic] he repeats, stonily. There's a look at Demetrius Estevarre. "Your Grace," [in Ruvic] he mutters.
Demetrius Estevarre quirks a startled eyebrow at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, but simply nods to him with the words, "Shipwrecked. That is most unfortunate. We have all been run aground by the whims of misfortunate fate, it seems. I am sorry to hear it." [in Ruvic]
You feel alert and you are energized.
A bulky young guard steps in front of a roan rouncy with a friendly expression with a shake of his head. "You are not permitted past here," [in Ilexi] he says, blocking the way through the heavy iron gate.
Demetrius Estevarre seems to miss any deeper implication in Quartermaster Harkenson's tone, and gives another very somber nod to him as well.
Ziyad tightens his lips in worry as he listens to the ongoing discussion. He reaches up with a hand to touch a twisting fulgurite pendant, then the end of a piece of wood sticking out from a mahogany suede mizuda.
Ziyad focuses quietly.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's grip tightens minutely on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's reins and he finally steals a look over at Firouzeh, gaze lingering there for but a moment before it returns to Demetrius Estevarre. He offers a rather grim smile and inclines his head. "And it seems we are all at the mercy of the mist," [in Ruvic] he agrees.
(At the general area): Ziyad stops focusing.
The weather is warm and clear, bringing a pleasant heat to settle amidst the wooden walls of the town.
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, a balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea.
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, a balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea.
(At the eastward direction): Paldeo scowls quietly, rolling his eyes towards one side.
Firouzeh returns Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's look with a tight one of her own, an eyebrow ticking up. She otherwise has the good graces to keep comments to herself for now and watches the conversation play out as an unobtrusive member of the crowd.
Quartermaster Harkenson frowns. "The mist thickened upon Halfah's regiment then, Your Grace," [in Ruvic] he surmises in a slow, yet businesslike manner. "And the delegation... scattered? Including you? But you made it out, and nobody else has?" [in Ruvic]
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh frowns between Quartermaster Harkenson and Demetrius Estevarre as she asks, "Yes, what of the others? Were any of them also able to flee? Or perhaps some fled too, but not so fortunately as you." [in Ruvic]
Firouzeh seems to be keeping an eye on Demetrius Estevarre.
Demetrius Estevarre shakes his head in sharp negation. "None others than myself, that I know, /me says, eyes squinting worriedly. " [in Ruvic]I think.. perhaps there could have been others that tried, but if so I was separated from them as well. All was disorder among the delegation." He shivers and grimaces. " [in Ruvic]Those of Imbryck are not accustomed to such... madness."
(At the general area): Ziyad keeps gently rubbing the pad of his thumb in a slow circle over the little bit of driftwood sticking out from a mahogany suede mizuda.
"We encountered His Grace some way north of Plew," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid offers to Quartermaster Harkenson then, nodding towards Demetrius Estevarre before gesturing to Paldeo and Tekra. "Though we passed more like ships in the night, and followed him here." [in Ruvic] Wincing ever so slightly he says solemnly, "We...did not encounter anybody else." [in Ruvic]
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, bringing a pleasant heat to settle amidst the wooden walls of the town.
Bringing to life lively scents of mud, tar, and weathered wood, gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air.
A balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea, gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression trots east.
Tekra walks east.
Paldeo walks east.
Demetrius Estevarre touches his fingers lightly to the hilt of a dark leather weaponbelt with an elegant swept-hilt rapier with a carved garnet in the pommel inside, though it seems to be an unconscious gesture of nerves. "Most of us are not trained well as fighters, and what with... the things... that go abroad in the Mist, few others would have been fit to escape with a message." [in Ruvic]
(At the eastward direction): You have emoted: Ighlaf listens with a frown as they observe Demetrius Estevarre
You're not sure whether anyone notices you.
Tig runs over from the east.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid gives Demetrius Estevarre a tiny, almost dismissive shake of his head. "Are any trained to face such a foe?" [in Ruvic] he asks though as if more to sooth away the other's worries. Another quick smile graces his lips and he turns his attention back to Quartermaster Harkenson somewhat expectantly.
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
Quartermaster Harkenson blinks.
The sound of hurried steps joining the crowd catches Firouzeh's attention. A short dip of her head acknowledges the arrival of Tig, who she watches curiously.
Tig comes bolting in headlong from down the avenue, looking hugely overexcited and overheated. "Quartermaster!" [in Ruvic] he exclaims to Quartermaster Harkenson as he stumbles to a stop in front of him, panting a little. "The missing delegation! The Master of Lamps! We're going out, aren't we?" [in Ruvic with a boisterous baritone]
You have emoted: Ighlaf turns their attention from those speaking as they hear Tig's footsteps.
Quartermaster Harkenson looks over at Tig, clicking his tongue. "You're meant to be at chores, Tighearnach," [in Ruvic] he states roughly. The recruit also garners a few frowns from the other guards assembled.
Tig exclaims insistently, "Take me! I'll go out and fight to bring them back in, if I am only a sojourner! I will prove myself--" [in Ruvic] He stops abruptly then with a wince.
Ziyad turns to blink at Tig and his expression turns sympathetic upon hearing the admonishment.
Demetrius Estevarre looks startled as the latest arrival hurtles in and immediately begins making frantic exclamations. He frowns again but makes no move to speak to the apparent recruit himself.
Quartermaster Harkenson glances back to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh. "Forgive the youth's breach of courtesy, my lady," [in Ruvic] he murmurs, and then shakes his head at Tig.
In a strict and stony voice, Quartermaster Harkenson states, "We have explicit orders not to go into the Mist. Our duty lies in the defense of the town and Greyleigh." [in Ruvic]
Tig is given a moment of pause, but evidently is not entirely reined in. "But the delegation," [in Ruvic] he persists, albeit in a lower and slightly more moderate tone. "Isn't it our duty to see them through safely? And to go to the defense of our fellows as well." [in Ruvic]
Repeating himself more roughly, Quartermaster Harkenson growls, "Our duty lies in the defense of the town and Greyleigh." [in Ruvic]
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh tells Quartermaster Harkenson quietly, "There is no need. He is simply young, and has not learned discipline yet." [in Ruvic] There is a hint of regret to her tone, as if this necessary lesson were yet a sad one.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid watches the exchange between Tig and Quartermaster Harkenson in silence, attention then straying to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh and Demetrius Estevarre once more.
Demetrius Estevarre winces a bit, perhaps at Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh's words as much as those of Quartermaster Harkenson. "I know that," [in Ruvic] he mutters, though sounding chastened. "But is there no one who can go to their aid? The town watch can't, they have no skill to fight in the Mist." [in Ruvic]
Keeping a sharp gaze leveled on Tig, Quartermaster Harkenson says, "He will learn it. Tig." [in Ruvic] There is a gesture to follow, and a glance towards the other guards. "Back to the Keep, lads. We await the Master of Lamp's return." [in Ruvic]
Tig winces a bit, perhaps at Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh's words as much as those of Quartermaster Harkenson. "I know that," [in Ruvic] he mutters, though sounding chastened. "But is there no one who can go to their aid? The town watch can't, they have no skill to fight in the Mist." [in Ruvic] (obviously this is who said such a thing!).
Lizareth Azrubel spares a subtly sympathetic headshake for Tig.
Aisha shows up.
"Surely...surely the Master of the Lamps is too great an asset to lose?" [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid asks Quartermaster Harkenson without too much certainty. "There must be something we can do," [in Ruvic] he says more firmly, his words chased by a nod.
Paldeo walks over from the east, wandering back to watch.
Tekra walks over from the east.
Aisha slinks out from some shadow somewhere, raising her hand. "I'll go," [in Ruvic] she offers far too casually.
Ziyad glances to Firouzeh as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, his lips thinned in his concern. Then, his gaze shifts towards Aisha with a hint of surprise in their depths.
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh says, "The Master of Lamps would indeed be much to lose, but she is perhaps the least inclined to be lost. I have known her long, and she is... tenacious." [in Ruvic] Even she looks deeply unhappy, though.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
The golden orb of the sun radiates a robust warmth even as it descends midway down the western sky.
It is midafternoon, the hour of the dolphin.
Quartermaster Harkenson studies Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid with a grim headshake. "The Master of Lamps is far better equipped to handle the mist than any of us," [in Ruvic] he says in a low tone. "Let alone a gaggle of untrained..." [in Ruvic] He shuts his mouth, making a firm line with his lips, as if thinking better of whatever word he was going to say next to a noble.
Tig stands there in silence for a few moments as he seems to struggle internally with his thoughts and feelings. Finally he starts to say something, but stops as Aisha steps forward. He looks at her with wide-eyed hope for a moment, and eagerness lights in his eyes.
Gruffly making the gesture to follow again and speaking in an even firmer tone, as if beckoning a wayward hound, Quartermaster Harkenson tells Tig, "Tig." [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid turns his head a little, just enough to look at Aisha. Gaze flitting on to Tig. "I would go too," [in Ruvic] he says calmly, standing a little straighter, shoulders pulled back.
Wasi walks over from the east.
Tig is jerked back to reality by the sound of his name. Reluctantly, he returns his gaze to Quartermaster Harkenson. "Sir?" [in Ruvic] he asks, shifting his weight restlessly.
Gravely, Quartermaster Harkenson tells Tig, "Back to the Keep. Let's go." [in Ruvic]
Catching sight of Wasi with a twist of his scarred mouth, Paldeo says, "Ahh, it's you! Where's your Captain, Wasi?" [in Ruvic]
Tig asks Quartermaster Harkenson almost pleadingly, "Surely, if these folk will go in aid of our people, we can as well? *I* could. I am--" [in Ruvic] He stops, a flush appearing in his cheeks.
Paldeo gestures with a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat towards Aisha and Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "There's a decision afoot requiring a captain." [in Ruvic] He squints expectantly at Wasi.
You have emoted: Ighlaf chews on their cheek with a frown as their gaze flits between those speaking.
Wasi glances around warily, then moves closer to Paldeo. (Stand - by the general area -)
Aisha squints at Paldeo. "Uh-huh..." [in Ruvic] She glances to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Firouzeh pipes up to offer a clearly reluctant agreement. "The town would be better defended with the return of the Master of Lamps, no?" [in Ruvic] She pauses for a sigh. "They are capable." [in Ruvic]
(At the general area): Wasi grumbles, "Sh-'s sl--ping off whisk-y." [in Sirdabi with a stiff baritone]
Tig suddenly bursts out, "I am the least useful of all of the Mistwatch! But still I am trained to fight the Mist, better than the town watch, better than most." [in Ruvic] More bitterly, he concludes, "But I am the least fit of any to be fully admitted the Mistwatch, as I well know. So if I go, and fall, I will habe done my part, but I will not be missed." [in Ruvic]
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
"I do not know where she is," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid admits rather stiffly on the heels of Paldeo's words, another fleeting look cut to Quartermaster Harkenson. "But I do not require her...permission," [in Ruvic] he continues icily.
Paldeo snorts at Wasi, sounding both amused and surprised. He adopts a taller pose, shoulders shifting back, chin lifting.
Paldeo puts on a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat.
Demetrius Estevarre simply watches the drama unfolding around him, looking still faintly anxious and not a little haggard beneath the assumed calmness of his face.
Quartermaster Harkenson stares at Tig in grim silence, then looks away. He begins to stalk off down the path, saying nothing.
Moving towards the eastward direction, Quartermaster Harkenson leaves the vicinity of the frame of the open heavy iron gate. (Stand - at the general area -)
Heroically, Paldeo exclaims, "I've been in the mist before! It ain't so bad. I'll go with ya, stowaway! Fop! What an army we'll make!" [in Ruvic]
Paldeo falls in with Aisha.
"I suppose it is down to us," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says quietly, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head as he looks over at Aisha. "Do you have a weapon?" [in Ruvic]
Tig watches Quartermaster Harkenson go with clear anguish on his face, and as the man vanishes from sight, the young recruit swallows hard. He looks rather white and grim as well, his freckles standing out sharply, but determined.
Tekra glares at Paldeo.
Aisha clears her throat. "Of course I have a weapon," [in Ruvic] she says, almost sounding offended by the notion. Her hands find their way into pockets. "Just--..." [in Ruvic]
Paldeo ignores Tekra's glaring, a sharp grin cutting through his burn-deformed features.
Quartermaster Harkenson starts towards the eastward direction. (Stand - near the eastward direction -)
Quartermaster Harkenson is followed by a small group.
"Where, exactly, are we going?" [in Sirdabi] Aisha asks sheepishly. "My Ruvic is a little rusty." [in Sirdabi]
Lizareth Azrubel glances back towards Tig, still following Quartermaster Harkenson. There's another sorrowful shake of her head.
Quartermaster Harkenson stalks east. He is followed by a small group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid swings up onto a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's back.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid sighs and swings himself back up onto a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's back. "North," [in Sirdabi] he says and cuts a look to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh as he gestures to a dark Mistwatch lantern. "Is there a lantern such as that that we might take?" [in Ruvic]
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is no longer following Paldeo.
Paldeo lets a roan rouncy with a friendly expression loose.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Paldeo lets go of the horse's reins after Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid climbs into the saddle, still without looking at the noble Irzali boy, and then sees to checking his own gear.
Aisha laughs more than a little awkwardly, giving those gathered an equally awkward thumbs up.
Paldeo draws a leather-hilted broadsword from a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside.
Paldeo hefts a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside for a moment, seeming pleased with himself.
Paldeo sheathes a leather-hilted broadsword in a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside.
Tekra heaves a sigh and shakes their head.
Ziyad turns to Firouzeh and you to murmur softly, "I don't know whether we can help somehow, but there could be injured arriving. Perhaps we should also go north and set up along the road out of Plew." [in Ruvic]
Tekra is no longer following Aisha.
Tekra falls in with Aisha.
Firouzeh shakes her head and starts digging around in a wicker basket. "You have supplies for if someone gets injured?" [in Ruvic] she asks, with a look up at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "Someone can tie a tourniquet or stitch you up?" [in Ruvic]
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh watches the outburst from Tig sorrowfully, but she refrains from interfering with its outcome in any way. Sighing slightly, she turns to look at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "The lanterns are of the Mistwatch. Any party that ventures in the Mist must do without, I fear." [in Ruvic]
Paldeo tells Wasi, "Well? You comin', Wasi? Or are ya gonna be a wussy?" [in Ruvic]
(At the general area): Paldeo chortles scornfully to himself.
Aisha looks to Firouzeh and Ziyad. "You should come with us," [in Sirdabi] she says, nodding once. "This isn't going to end well if you don't." [in Sirdabi]
"Of course," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says rather dryly to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh, letting out a sigh. "I will have to do my best not to bleed," [in Ruvic] he says.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid said that last bit to Firouzeh.
Wasi glances around the crowd before the gate, and after the departed contingent of Mistwatch. Then he looks at Demetrius Estevarre curiously, and back to Paldeo. A tight frown appears n his features.
Finally, Wasi tells Paldeo, "...I never wanted you to die, you know." [in Sirdabi]
Ziyad looks to be considering Aisha's suggestion as he chews gently on his bottom lip.
Wasi falls in with Aisha.
You have emoted: Ighlaf presses their fingers to their forehead as they murmur to Tig, "You underestimate who would miss you." [in Ruvic] Their hand drops to their side with a continued that deepens as they listen. "I can't speak to being any good at fighting anything, only some amount of knowing what Firo is apt at." [in Ruvic]
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh says somberly to the crowd, "This is out of my hands. I can only thank all of you, for your willingness to aid those who are not your own kin and comrades. Do not think I disregard the danger you are willing to put yourselves in." [in Ruvic] She shakes her head slightly. "The Mistwatch will remain to guard the people of Greyleigh. We are grateful for the sacrifices of all." [in Ruvic]
Firouzeh makes a disgruntled noise at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's response. "Someone always ends up bleeding," [in Ruvic] she notes. "I... will come if it will not slow you down terribly." [in Ruvic]
In a first-mate's voice of command, Wasi says, "We'll need to protect the healers." [in Sirdabi]
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Firouzeh.
"I don't know what you just said, but you should come too," [in Sirdabi] Aisha says to you. "You're clever. We can use that." [in Sirdabi]
Tig doesn't respond to your words except with a small wordless shake of his head, and it's hard to say whether they give him any comfort or not.
"Be ready for our return," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh rather firmly, head inclined as he starts to urge a roan rouncy with a friendly expression into motion, giving Firouzeh an uncertain glance until Wasi moves closer. "On, then." [in Ruvic]
Firouzeh falls in with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Ziyad purses his lips, but nods his head after Firouzeh speaks. "In that case, I will also go and see how I can assist." [in Ruvic]
Paldeo nods in approval to Wasi, making no comment, just smiling more broadly in a fierce look that doesn't touch his eyes.
Ziyad is no longer following Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Ziyad falls in with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
"Good!" [in Sirdabi] Aisha says. "Come on!" [in Sirdabi]
Moving towards the eastward direction, Aisha leaves the vicinity of the frame of the open sturdy plank door. (Stand - at the general area -)
Paldeo moves into a position to try to guard Ziyad.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression meanders east, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
Tekra moves into a position to try to guard you.
You have emoted: Ighlaf grimaces and with obvious reluctance steps alongside.
Firouzeh departs.
Firouzeh arrives.
(At the general area): Firouzeh peers east.
You have emoted: Ighlaf murmurs, "Who exactly are we following alongside?" [in Ruvic]
Aisha grins over at you. "You have nothing to worry about," [in Sirdabi] she insists.
Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh turns back to Demetrius Estevarre to tell him, "Please, Your Grace, you are wearied and fraught. Be welcome at Greyleigh, and take your repose. We must be ready for the outcome of this mission of brave folk." [in Ruvic]
Firouzeh falls in with Aisha.
You fall in with Aisha.
Firouzeh says to Ziyad, "Do you have any sinew on you?" [in Ruvic]
Aisha starts towards the eastward direction. (Stand - near the eastward direction -)
Aisha is followed by a large group.
Ziyad is no longer following Aisha.
Ziyad falls in with Aisha.
Aisha walks east. She is followed by a large group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid begins to watch the general direction of westward.
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
This lengthy arbor is a beautiful sight in all seasons, and the trees that reach their branches over the cobblestones are a mix of oaks and yews, spotted here and there with a black poplar or a silver beech. The path is wide enough for a carriage and feels distanced and remote from the rest of the port town, the atmosphere dignified and serene rather than chaotic and muddy.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: west and east
Firouzeh departs.
Firouzeh arrives.
Firouzeh falls in with Aisha.
You feel alert and you are energized.
Ziyad dips his head at Firouzeh and pats a mahogany suede mizuda. "I have both sinew and needle," [in Ruvic] he assures. A little shiver of unease goes through him a second later and he gives a mahogany suede mizuda another pat.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Demetrius Estevarre continues to watch the preparations for a moment, but is broken out of his reverie by Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh's words. "--s," [in Ruvic] he says after a moment. "--s ind--d. Th-r- is m-ch mor- th-t I m-st p-ss on to -o-, -nd... m-ch tim- h-s b--n lost." [in Ruvic]
"Keep up," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid calls to Aisha from atop a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, rather unfairly....
You have emoted: Ighlaf gives a non-committal sound to Aisha, and murmurs to Firouzeh, "I have some amount on hand. Twenty five." [in Ruvic]
Paldeo yells, "MISTWATCH BOY! YA COMIN'?" [in Ruvic]
Paldeo glances back towards the gate while striding along near Aisha.
Aisha twirls around, walking backwards for a few paces to ensure everyone's still here. She glances up at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "Maybe you could buy us all horses?" [in Sirdabi] she suggests.
Aisha starts towards the eastward direction. (Stand - near the eastward direction -)
Aisha is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig puts on the chainmail uniform of a Mistwatch guard, covering a pale yellow cotton undertunic.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid falls in with Aisha.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig puts on a dark leather baldric with mist-grey trim.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig shifts his grip and brandishes a long-stemmed iron key in his fist.
Firouzeh nods aside to Ziyad and you and then continues her following along with a mild frown.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig puts a short-stemmed iron key on his keyring.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig shifts his grip and brandishes a dark-hilted steel longsword in his fist.
Aisha walks east. She is followed by a large group.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Tig runs east, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig runs over from the west, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left.
[St Loomis, Stately Path]
Splitting off from Main Street, this smoothly-paved path of broad and sturdy flagstones travels deep into a sheltered grove of well-kept trees. Yew and oak spread their branches across the sky above, embracing the traveler in their shade, but something about this place urges caution, and the neatly-trimmed shrubberies along the wayside imply the care of a meticulous groundskeeper.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A roan rouncy with a friendly expression walks east, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression walks over from the west, with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid on her back.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tig runs east, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left.
Tig runs over from the west, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left.
You think: This is a fools gathering, but I follow to help keep fellow fools in one piece.
Tig falls in with Aisha.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid issues a command.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression falls in with Aisha.
Tig makes haste to actually join up with the others, even as he checks his armor and longsword and attempts to make himself look like he's really ready for this.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Demetrius Estevarre falls in with Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh.
Aisha directs a thumbs up and a grin towards Tig, not making any more attempts at speaking Ruvic.
Aisha starts towards the eastward direction. (Stand - near the eastward direction -)
Aisha is followed by a large group.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh nods simply and turns back to the gate, leading the way to the safety of the manor grounds.
Paldeo nods companionably over at Tig. "At least we've got a single soldier with us," [in Ruvic] he observes, cheerily enough.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: A bulky young guard nods to Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh and steps aside.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks away through the heavy iron gate.
At far range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: Lady Eoforwynn Greyleigh walks through the heavy iron gate.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: A bulky young guard dismissively waves Demetrius Estevarre through.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: Demetrius Estevarre walks away through the heavy iron gate, with a footsore limp to his stride.
At far range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: Demetrius Estevarre walks through the heavy iron gate, with a footsore limp to his stride.
At mid-distant range toward the westward direction, you see: A bulky young guard closes the heavy iron gate.
At far range through the open heavy iron gate, you see: The heavy iron gate closes.
Aisha snorts.
Aisha walks east. She is followed by a large group.
[St Loomis, North Main Street]
Between the outer gate and the imminent sprawl of the port town, the northernmost portion of Main Street passes near the top of the seaside hill upon which St Loomis is built. The lighthouse jutting from the coastal rocks towers far higher, and can be seen well from this tidy stretch of cobbled road that has not yet descended into the chaos and clutter clustered around the town's center. An oddly peaceful grove spreads out behind a stone wall to the west, a flagstone-paved avenue running along its south side.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and west
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid seems to be keeping an eye on Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Ziyad begins to watch the direction of None.
Firouzeh seems to be keeping an eye on Firouzeh.
Aisha starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Aisha is followed by a large group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid issues a command.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression moves into a position to try to guard Ziyad.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid falls in with Aisha.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[St Loomis, Before the Gate]
The barred iron gateway to the north is usually flanked by a pair of guards, standing ready to admit or bar passage to all who seek entry to St. Loomis. Rising well above the heads of pedestrians, the stone wall that surrounds the landward side of town looms in stark solidity. Eastward a walkway runs for some distance in the shadow of the ramparts, but to the west the way is blocked by another, lower stone partition that marks the boundary of the local lord's manor.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, east, and north: iron portcullis (open)
Aisha walks away through the iron portcullis. She is followed by a large group.
[Locale of St Loomis, Inside the Gatehouse]
Although the towering stone ramparts create a somewhat claustrophobic semblance of shelter, this narrow space between the iron portcullis and the oak barbican doors is only barely protected from the elements and seems to hold a perennial dampness. In the wall to the east, however, a smaller door with a slit for a window occupies an arched aperture that must lead to the interior of the guardhouse.
Also here is Mildren. Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky outside the gatehouse.
Cardinal Exits: south: iron portcullis (open) and north: heavy oaken barbican (open)
Other: the interior of the guardhouse: small door (open)
(Quietly): Aisha squints towards the open heavy oaken barbican.
Aisha shrugs. "No turning back now!" [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks away through the heavy oaken barbican. She is followed by a large group.
(Quietly): Ziyad gives Tig a sympathetic look as he marches along with the rest of the group and murmurs, "I hope that you don't get into too much trouble for this. But however things go, you've shown the strength of your heart and your convictions." [in Ruvic]
[Locale of St Loomis, Outside the Gate]
The stone wall that surrounds the port town of St Loomis stretches west and east at roughly the height of three tall men. Within its blocky face is a heavy set of doors that guards the outer side of the gatehouse. Grass and tangled weeds encroach upon the foot of the wall and along the edges of the wide road that leads out of town. Within a stone's throw from the ramparts the road is roughly paved in cobblestone as if it were presenting a welcome mat to travelers, but beyond that it quickly turns to rutted earth as it heads north across a wide clearing encircling the town.
A dark Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south: heavy oaken barbican (open) and north
(Quietly): "That was very brave of you," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh mentions in a quiet aside to Tig. "Perhaps stupid, but brave." [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
You have emoted: Ighlaf eyes Aisha for several moments, "How good is your grasp on Ruvic if Tig needs inform you of important things?" [in Sirdabi]
[The Wayfare, Outside St Loomis]
The main road out of St Loomis crosses a broad area painstakingly cleared of trees and brush, before meeting the ponderous town gate just to the south. Heavy ruts and thickly clustered hoofprints mark the path of numerous travelers, while the trampled grass to either side shows where farmers and traveling peddlers set up their wares during market days.
A sheltered firewood hutch stands at the side of the road, near the battered fairgrounds field. Here is a dark bonfire.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
A stiff breeze blows across the plain, pushing aside scents of rotting produce and muck and bringing the distant roar of the sea.
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
Paldeo strides along, seeming bolstered for some reason, head held high under a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat.
"Uh..." [in Sirdabi] Aisha begins to you, chuckling quietly. "Good enough?" [in Sirdabi] is her answer, not sounding entirely confident.
Firouzeh reaches out to touch a jade inlayed gold ring.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid urges a roan rouncy with a friendly expression to keep Ziyad and Firouzeh penned in. He glances down to Tig on the heels of Ziyad and Firouzeh's words and declares with a snort, "Doing what is in your heart instead of what is expected of you is not stupid." [in Irzali]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid removes a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Nearing St Loomis]
As the Wayfare nears the stone walls of a sizeable settlement to the south, the ground beside the road becomes more heavily packed and the grass lower. A flock of sheep can be seen grazing nearby under the watchful eye of a shepherd, helping to keep the approach to the town clear. Northward a few trees begin to dot the open landscape, the road winding gently among them.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, holding a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli in his left hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid clears his throat and tugs a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli off his finger, shoving it into a small, round pouch decorated with gold tassels rather unceremoniously. He quickly shifts his gaze to the way ahead, definitely not looking at Firouzeh.
Tig trudges along, dispiritedly yet determinedly, his face set in grim resolve. He doesn't bother to lower his own voice further as he says, "Well, I have not ever staked a reputation for being clever. And the quartermaster... is right, in his own way." [in Ruvic]
"I know most of the words you'd need to know," [in Ruvic] Aisha insists, keeping a close eye on her surroundings.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Fields]
Close by the east side of the road and marking the point where it intersects with a slightly smaller lane, a single leaning gloam pine reaches out to make a needle-boughed awning for travelers to pass beneath. Grasses wave in the breeze where the land descends slightly to the sea cliffs eastward. Meandering in from tree-dotted farmland to the north, the wide dirt track heads south across an open plain.
A spacious paddock has been built in the eastern field.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, holding a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli in his left hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south, west, and north
Tekra watches Paldeo for a minute while walking, dark-bronze gaze moving ahead and then back several times. Finally they tilt those eyes skyward, then sigh, and continue plodding along with quiet resolve.
Tig sighs, even as he sets his mouth in a firm line. "But this is what I must do, whatever happens. I.. couldn't live with myself, otherwise." [in Ruvic]
Aisha glances back towards the group, once again trying to ensure they somehow haven't lost anyone. She nods, then continues along.
You have emoted: Ighlaf takes in that answer from Aisha and continues following with careful steps, and their continued frown.
"If we all make it back, I will call it not stupid," [in Irzali] Firouzeh tells Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Fields]
Traveling past haphazard looking strips of oats and barley as it makes its way through the countryside, the road forms a dividing line between cultivated ground to the west and windswept meadow eastward. Beyond the fields rises a small fortified structure, looking a little out of place in the middle of peaceful farmland.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, holding a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli in his left hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. A fading depression resides beneath a few patches of ash.
Cardinal Exits: south and northwest
Ziyad nods his head firmly in agreement with Tig. "You do what'll help you sleep at night. Everything else, you can consider that later." [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid puts a gold ring of a griffin inlaid with lapis lazuli in a small, round pouch decorated with gold tassels.
"This could be our best chance of getting back," [in Irzali] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says quietly to Firouzeh without looking at her. He draws in a breath and lets it out slowly, leaning forward to pat a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's neck.
"And, sorry-- Tig? Is that his name? Tig? People are called Tig here?" [in Sirdabi] Aisha mumbles back to you.
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Fields]
The road curls slightly to make its way around a long depression in the grassy field to the east. A thin trickle of water, hardly more than a glistening patch of damp, is nevertheless enough to make the road treacherously muddy where it seeps in from a patchy field of barley to the west.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and southeast
The smell of mud rises from the damp ground.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Fields]
Intermingled strips of barley and oats straggle off to the west, looking somewhat the worse for wear from exposure to the winds on the open headland. Navigating its way around small dips and rises in the ground, the road takes a bend to the southwest to avoid a marshy depression thick with low grass and sedges.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Fields]
Small mottes of oak dot the landscape, casting the shade of their branches upon the surrounding strips of cropland. The road is roughly rutted with the tracks of wagons and the beasts of burden that pull them, signs of the farmers and merchants that haul their goods laboriously along the Wayfare. To the north the scattered trees begin to close in to make a dense wood.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Forest's Edge]
Trees press in closely here, though just to the south only a scattering of pine and oak speckles the open landscape. An old drystone wall marks the limit of the woods on the west side of the road, the stacked slabs of rock listing and worn as if exhausted from long years of guarding against the encroachment of the forest. On the south side sprawls a field of barley, planted on the windy headland by some optimistic farmer.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
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(Quietly): Aisha squints north.
You have emoted: Ighlaf distractedly replies to Aisha, "I think Tighearnach is a little difficult for others to pronounce." [in Ruvic]
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
Firouzeh mhm's to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, holding him under a considering look for a moment before clarifying to Aisha, "Tig for short." [in Sirdabi]
You have emoted: Ighlaf realizes their language and speaks again to Aisha, "I think Tighearnach is a little difficult for others to pronounce." [in Sirdabi]
Aisha pauses for a moment to look ahead, glancing back towards the group before answering Ighlaf. "I understood some of those words," [in Sirdabi] she says before you switches back to Sirdabi, nodding. "Tig for short. Got it." [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest]
Trees grow thickly around the road, casting dappled shadows on the rutted dirt. Gnarled oaks are mixed closely with pines and stunted yews, hardy species adapted to a life near the sea whose saline tang occasionally penetrates the rich aroma of loam, evergreen, and tannin. The forest's edge can be glimpsed a short distance to the south, while spreading densely around in every other direction.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
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Tig's ears remain a little reddened following his confrontation, perhaps because he can hear his name being spoken. But he just stays silent now and soldiers on.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid rolls his eyes at you, then shakes his head. "It is not too hard for one to make the effort. It is rude not to," [in Sirdabi] he decides rather primly with a look to Tig.
"Good name," [in Ruvic] Aisha says to Tig enthusiastically before carrying on.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest]
The way through the wood becomes rougher here, the ever-present ruts deepening into mucky furrows as the road passes through a permanently muddy spot. Fallen leaves half trampled into the wet earth create a splash of vibrant color and fill the air with the softly muted scent of autumn decay.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. A fading depression resides beneath a few patches of ash.
Cardinal Exits: south and northeast
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Tig nods.
Tig nods stoically to Aisha.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Pine Grove]
Shafts of mellow golden sunlight filter down through the gently swaying boughs of a dense clump of gloam pines. Growing up from the sandy soil, the trees are gnarled and slightly twisted yet rise high overhead, creating a harmonious world of shifting light and shadow through which the road gently meanders.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northwest
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Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Pine Grove]
The atmosphere is tinged with a soft purple gloom as the light from the sky is strained through a thick canopy of gloam pines. The sound of footsteps on the winding road is muffled by a heavy layer of fallen needles, and only a faint breath of air moves through the grove, carrying a rich depth of spicy evergreen.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
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Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Pine Grove]
Pine branches interlock high overhead, forming a nearly unbroken canopy. Whenever the wind blows they sigh and click together restively, relieving the deep quietude of the forest. Winding around the straight trunks, the Wayfare continues on northeast and south.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and south
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You have emoted: Ighlaf eyes Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, "I don't disagree, unless offered a nickname otherwise." [in Ruvic]
"It is how he introduced himself," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh counters back, switching languages to include Tig in all the discussion. "Do you prefer Tig or Tighearnach, dear?" [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Pine Grove]
Looming noticeably higher than its fellows, one of the pines here looks to have paid for its lofty ambitions with a charred lightning scar that lances in a jagged line down its trunk. Though the storm that made it is long past, a wide unhealed gash through the bark remains, the oozing sap drawing a variety of insects and birds. Curling past this local landmark, the road continues southwest through the heart of the grove while the trees appear to thin out slightly to the north.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and southwest
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Out of Character: Firouzeh rolled logic and linguistics at easy difficulty and the result was a pass.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid makes a vague, incoherent noise in response to you, Firouzeh or both. "I believe I introduced myself as my full name and my relationship to my father, and yet none of you bother," [in Irzali] he comments levelly, a tiny smile at the corner of his mouth right at the end tempering the potential bite of those words.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Pine Grove]
Gloam pines thrust up through the stony soil in this part of the forest, forming a deep grove that encloses the road to the south in an evergreen embrace. Oaks begin to take over to the north as the Wayfare continues its unhurried trek through the woods.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tig is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
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Tig turns his serious gaze towards Firouzeh and answers, "I was Tig often enough around home, to those that were family or friends. And nobody here in St Loomis can pronounce it right either." [in Ruvic] He gives a small rather sad smile. "So no need to worry about it." [in Ruvic]
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, bringing a pleasant heat to settle amidst the softly rustling trees.
Gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air, a balmy softness lingering beneath the spreading boughs of trees.
"You are very brave, Tig..." [in Ruvic] Aisha says, sounding as if she was going to make an attempt at pronouncing the full name but giving up halfway through. She keeps moving.
Aisha starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Aisha is followed by a large group.
"Tighearnach," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says slowly, carefully. He nods and sits straighter atop a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, commenting aside to Tig. "Do not settle for it if you are not happy. Only those I invite to use the shortened version of my name might do so." [in Ruvic]
Aisha stops, squinting over at a poised middle-aged woman.
(You notice someone moving stealthily!)
A poised middle-aged woman offers a small smile and wave, no doubt a simple forager just going on her way...
"I will only call you Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, son of Merhaziya Al-Kazid of Irzal from here on out then," [in Irzali] Firouzeh asserts to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. Her accent causes some awkwardness in her next words, but it's perhaps not entirely butchered as she continues to Tig, "And Tighearnach for you." [in Ilexi]
(You notice someone moving stealthily!)
A poised middle-aged woman creeps south.
You have emoted: Ighlaf seems to be looking very thoughtful at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's words and gives a sober agreement alongside Firouzeh's words. Their lips are twitching a moment.
"Do you--..." [in Sirdabi] Aisha begins, blinking. "Huh. Who was that?" [in Sirdabi] She shrugs.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest]
The ground becomes stonier as the road traverses a gentle northward incline, and the surrounding oaks appear somewhat stunted from their battle with the unforgiving soils. Although the road avoids the worst of the rocks, many of the trees have snaked their roots out across the packed dirt as if seeking more welcoming terrain, creating a bumpy passage for cart traffic.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
Tighearnach raises his gaze to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, looking rather surprised to be spoken to by someone like him. He hesitates, then nods a little. "As you say, milord. I didn't mind it back home. It's only..." [in Ruvic] He trails off, then frowns a little. "I, em... probably can't say your name right, either, milord." [in Ruvic]
Aisha shakes a thought out of her head before carrying onward.
Paldeo gives Aisha a slightly perplexed look, then continues striding along, gaze ahead.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Glade]
A break in the forest opens unexpectedly here, low meadow grasses stretching east and west between ragged lines of oaks. Large flat rocks emerge from the thin soil here and there, and a fire ring of smaller stones shows where travelers or woodsmen have found respite in this small wilderness. The road begins a short series of switchbacks to ascend a rocky ridgeline to the north, while moving southward in a more gentle descent from the glade.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. A fading depression resides beneath a few patches of ash. The area is spattered with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and south
Other: across a stony expanse
Tighearnach frowns a little blankly. He's probably having trouble even remembering all the names in that name. "How would *you* like to be called, milord?" [in Ruvic] he asks Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid with a bit of bemused deference.
You have emoted: Ighlaf answers Aisha, "Some local, it seems at my glance to her." [in Ruvic]
"It -is- rather a mouthful," [in Irzali] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says to Firouzeh loftily, waving it away. "I will remain 'Ziya' to you," [in Ruvic] he continues, switching tongues easily. "And Ariziya to you," [in Ruvic] he informs Tighearnach.
As an expansive peace stretches across the open meadow, the weather is warm and clear.
Gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air, bringing a pleasant heat to settle upon the quietly rustling grasses.
Aisha seems relieved to hear you confirm that they saw her too. "Good," [in Sirdabi] she mumbles, carrying on.
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Forest, Rocky Ridge]
The roads cuts a zigzagging track across the face of a rocky ridge, easing travel up the incline. A mix of blue oak and crag pines thrust their twisted forms out from the crumbling slope, while a single tiny seedling has even sprouted from a cracked boulder that crowds the track. Below to the south, the ridge drops down to a pleasant grassy glade.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is damp.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and northeast
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
Blue oaks cluster along the slope close to the road, snagging the occasional unwary traveler with their scrubby twigs. Switching back on itself, another section of the road is visible below where it makes its tortuous way down to a stony meadow. Up to the northeast, the track soon disappears around another sharp bend.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and southwest
Tighearnach bobs his head to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. "Lord.. Aar.. ih.. eeh..aah," [in Ruvic] he echoes, very carefully if also clumsily, and flushes. "My apologies." [in Ruvic]
Aisha snorts.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
The Wayfare continues its steady climb, partly shaded by the scraggly branches of small trees clinging tightly to the slope. Although the ridge itself is fairly steep, the road has been constructed in such a way as to keep the grade to a minimum. Even so, the danger of a cart too swiftly taking a sharp turn like the one here is real, and a low drystone wall stacked up along the outer curve of the bend provides a very negligible barricade.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northwest
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
A dense mass of stunted trees crowds the gently sloping ridgetop, pines and oaks alike contorted into picturesque shapes by the wind that seems always to be blowing here. Following a natural curve along the hillside from the slightly higher ground to the northwest, the road cuts a narrower track southward where it begins a descending series of switchbacks. Northeast a thin trail leads to an opening in the low canopy of trees.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and southeast
Other: a thin trail
(Quietly): Wasi grumbles, "Long way into this barbarian land." [in Sirdabi]
Tighearnach tries again, "Aarizzzeeyah," [in Ruvic] with great concentration, then tacks on hastily, "Lord." [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid splutters out a laugh after Aisha, giving an amused shake of his head as he treats Tighearnach to a slightly pitying glance and decides, "Close enough." [in Ruvic]
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
Descending almost imperceptibly to the southeast, the Wayfare follows the top of a long stony ridge thickly canopied by scrubby trees. Sudden rustlings in the dense underbrush and short snatches of birdsong suggest that a host of small wild creatures find this sun-dappled and shrubby hilltop a place of refuge.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and west
Aisha walks west. She is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha walks over from the east. She is followed by a large group.
Firouzeh moves to attempt a consolatory pat to Tighearnach's shoulder, repeating, "Ariziya," [in Sirdabi] with a small smile.
(Quietly): Firouzeh shifts closer to Tighearnach.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
Meandering gently through the pines and oaks, the road skirts a higher outcropping of stone that begins to thrust up to the north. With the view obscured by this latest obstacle on one side and by trees and brush on the other, the area has a slightly claustrophobic feel relieved only by the sight of the sky through the forest canopy.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is standing here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west
Firouzeh bumps into Tighearnach.
Aisha throws another glance back towards the group to make sure they still haven't lost anyone, then carries on.
Grimly rebuking Wasi sidelong, Tekra says, "Stop complaining. The longer the way, the longer our lives." [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks west. She is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha walks over from the east. She is followed by a large group.
Tighearnach blushes harder at that look from Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid and ducks his head down, but he shifts a subtly grateful look to Firouzeh.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
The hard-beaten track of the road continues to skirt the base of a high crag that rises on its north side. The huge boulders are a somewhat forbidding yet picturesque sight, and little hollows amidst their rough and mossy bulk must make pleasant shelter for the wild denizens of this remote feeling place.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and west
A bent old crag pine makes a quiet creaking noise where it rubs against the stone outcrop.
"It could be worse," [in Sirdabi] Aisha says. "At least the weather's nice." [in Sirdabi]
"We'll be fine as long as we stay together," [in Ruvic] Ziyad murmurs, trying to sound sure of himself.
Aisha walks west. She is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha walks over from the east. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
As if disowning itself from the lofty crag looming overhead to the north, a smaller clump of boulders huddles standoffishly on the south side of the road. Hemmed in on either side by raw stone, the Wayfare is forced to narrow itself slightly in order to proceed along the ridgetop. Crag pines fill the air with their fresh tangy scent, enticing travelers through the constricted passage.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and east
Paldeo draws a leather-hilted broadsword from a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside.
Lifting up the point of a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside to the sky, Paldeo announces, "Aye, and we'll rescue the Mistwatch!" [in Ruvic]
"I brought an umbrella just in case," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh informs the Aisha, clearly trying to remain in good enough spirits.
(Hidden) Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid cuts an uncertain look over at Paldeo, lips pressed together tightly.
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
Aisha gives a thumbs up to Firouzeh. "See? This is why we need you." [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
Gnarled old pines cling tenaciously amidst the boulders of a towering knoll that rises to the northeast and casts the road at its base in a pleasantly cool gloom. Beginning a subtle descent to the north, the Wayfare continues on through a thinning wood of blue oak.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
Paldeo seems to be finding it awkward to travel for some distance with a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside bared, but does so nonetheless for a while, waving it around in heroic spirits.
(Quietly): Aisha peers north.
You have emoted: Ighlaf stares at Paldeo's actions and words a moment and from there to Aisha. "My confidence grows." [in Ruvic] they dryly state.
Unlike everyone else, Tighearnach simply appears quietly determined, without putting any extra cheery optimism into it. His footsteps are still heavy, but have quickened from their initial trudge to something like the Quartermaster's martial stride.
You reach out to touch a small glass bottle charm.
You touch a small glass bottle charm.
You remember clutching the bottle in your hand as you stole a set of men's clothes to disguise yourself.
Aisha takes note of the light speckles of blood here and there, scratching at the back of her neck before carrying on.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
A scree of rock fragments tumbles gracelessly across the road here, loosened from the craggy knoll to the east by the relentless action of wind and weather. Most of the stone has been cleared away, tossed into haphazard heaps to either side of the track, but the pulverized shards of smaller pieces clearly outline the passage of cart wheels.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
"Anyone know any songs?" [in Ruvic] Aisha asks.
"...For etinatuan," [in Ruvic] Aisha clarifies swiftly.
"Uh..." [in Ruvic] Aisha begins. "You know... Walking?" [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
The growth of scrubby blue oaks grows sparser as the road curls around a craggy outcropping and begins a long descent to the northeast. Freed from the thick canopy of trees visible further up the ridge to the south, meadow grasses sprout in bunches around a profusion of flat cobble-like stones strewn across the uneven ground.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and south
Ziyad flashes Aisha an amused look and shakes his head. "I do not, and I don't think anyone would want to listen to me sing anyway." [in Ruvic]
"I believe we should pick up the pace," [in Sirdabi] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says quietly to Aisha, looking over the unlikely group of would-be rescuers. "I might have a song," [in Ruvic] he adds more loudly, a smirk touching his lips.
"If you have a song, we should certainly pick up the pace," [in Sirdabi] Aisha says, carrying on.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
Paldeo sheathes a leather-hilted broadsword in a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric with a leather-hilted broadsword inside, hearing about picking up the pace.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
A sheer yet craggy cliff face rises on the south side of the Wayfare, which follows the much more temperate slope of the lower part of the ridge. A mix of bunchgrasses and blue-leaved oaks sprawl off down the hillside, before eventually melding into heavier forest cover at the base of the ridge. Over the tops of the trees an open plain is visible beyond, distant farmers' fields offering a tantalizing glimpse of civilization.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast
You have a green xcard active here.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
The road passes across the broad slope of a stony meadow as it makes its way down from the heights of the ridge. Blue and Ruveran oaks mix together in small stands here and there, the trees drawing in closer as one heads north. Southward a high promontory of craggy stone looms against the sky, its forbidding outlines resembling some forgotten and crumbling tower.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and southwest
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
Tighearnach flits his gaze briefly to Aisha, forehead scrunching up for a moment, then looks up to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid with muted curiosity.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood, Rocky Ridge]
Picking its way gradually down the side of a long ridge rising immediately southward, the road is swiftly swallowed up by forest at the foot. Tall Ruveran oaks and slender gloam pines crowd the track as if attempting to prevent its departure. A forbidding looking crag rises up from the heights of the ridge, but the slope traversed by the road is a moderate one, ornamented with a scattering of much smaller trees.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and down a rocky western cart-path
Aisha glances back at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid expectantly, but continues her trekking.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
(Quietly): Aisha squints north.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood]
Fading green oak leaves rustle quietly overhead, creating shifting patterns of light that spangle the hard-packed earth of the road. Wending its way north through the forest and its undergrowth of bracken and shrubbery, the track emerges from the trees at the base of a hill to the south.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
You have emoted: Ighlaf admits, "My singing voice is terrible." [in Ruvic] they do shift their careful steps to speed further if need be.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood]
The brush that tangles the forest floor parts between a pair of young oaks to the east, allowing a narrow game trail to emerge onto the road. A scattering of tracks then makes its way northwest, as if the local wildlife had adopted the Wayfare as part of their own navigation network.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and south
Wasi hums in a stiff baritone.
"Your singing voice is... what?" [in Ruvic] Aisha asks, in an attempt at Ruvic.
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
(You notice someone moving stealthily!)
With a hissing snarl, a gaunt Ensorian wildcat tries to get away!
(You notice someone moving stealthily!)
A gaunt Ensorian wildcat bolts southeast.
You have emoted: Ighlaf clarifies, "Bad." [in Ruvic]
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood]
Judging by the jumble of indistinguishable tracks that mark the rutted dirt, this section of the road is a favored route for the forest's wild denizens as well as human travelers. A nearly impenetrable growth of young oak trees, brambles, and snatchvine certainly renders the forest well-nigh impassable for anything but smaller creatures.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
A damp verdant smell wafts enticingly through the close air of the forest.
"Oh," [in Ruvic] Aisha says, watching some animal scamper away.
You hum in a muted countertenor.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood]
Long tendrils of vine festoon the smaller trees and underbrush here, forming an exuberant tangle in which the fluttering movement of small birds can often be glimpsed. The prints of passing animals create crisscrossing ribbons in the earth of the road, intertwining with the ruts of cart wheels. Heading north, the forest begins to open up slightly, the trees becoming larger but standing further apart.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Hunter's Wood]
Large oak trees span the road with their spreading limbs, creating a graceful canopy for travelers to pass beneath. Although brush and vines become quite thick upon the forest floor to the south, here only a scattering of shrubs remain to obscure the view through the tree trunks. Wending northwest, the track continues through the woodland towards a glimpse of open field.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northwest
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland]
The land rolls in gentle swales that descend almost imperceptibly to the east, a mix of cultivated fields and pasture for livestock. The bucolic landscape continues as far as one can see to the north, but southward a dense mass of forest presses up to the road, with a high ridge lying distantly at the heart of it.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
You feel alert and you are energized.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland]
Fields of barley and oats are interspersed with open meadow and small patches of trees, the individual pieces of the landscape coming together to create a pleasingly varied whole. The road makes its way generally north and south at an unhurried pace, its gentle curves following the lay of the land rather than cutting straight across it.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northeast
Aisha hums in an unyielding alto.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland]
A low hedgerow has been planted to the west, though there appears little in the fallow dirt behind it to entice the sheep cropping the meadow on the other side of the road. Cropland and pasture continue to spread out in all directions, peacefully embracing the Wayfare on its long journey.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and north
Paldeo hums in a rocky and raspy bass.
Ziyad clears his throat softly and attempts to add to the humming.
Ziyad hums in a light, airy tenor.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland]
Open pastureland rolls along to the east, the rippling grasses looking peaceful and free beneath the wide open expanse of the sky. A tidy hedgerow borders the road on its west side, sheltering the crop fields behind it and exuding a faintly spicy scent from its dense golden-green leaves.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Tighearnach shifts his gaze forward again and resumes looking stoic, perhaps the way he thinks a proper Mistwatch soldier going off to battle should look.
The only music coming from Firouzeh is the sound of a brass-capped reed cane crunching on foliage as she follows along. She voices this point with a mild, "I do not sing." [in Ruvic]
Aisha snorts. "Not even a little?" [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid clears his throat carefully, making a show of it, one hand set to his chest in what is perhaps meant to be a noble pose. "Oh, the carpenter's son has got no cock," [in Ruvic] he sings, emphasis on the most vulgar word in the sentence. "So he made him one from an old wood block. And late at night you can hear it knock," [in Ruvic] he finishes and balls a hand into a fist, knocking loudly upon a narrow sheath intricately decorated with jewels with a sleek slender sword inside at his side.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland, Cloverstone Wells]
A small cluster of trees sits just to the east of the road, their branches stretched invitingly over a diminutive outcrop of rock. Although the stones are damp as if suggesting the presence of a spring, no running water is in evidence. Nevertheless the shady depths of the oaks and the lush growth of grass and clover clearly reveal the benefit of some hidden source of sustenance.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Out of Character: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid rolled voice and vocals and the result was a 51 (good).
Aisha absolutely does not know any of the words, but does her very best to sing along with Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's performance.
You have emoted: Ighlaf startles at that singing from Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid and they begin quietly laughing.
Tighearnach's stoic expression vanishes entirely as he snorts out a poorly stifled guffaw.
Firouzeh pinches the bridge of her nose as Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's performance plays out, shaking her head in a disappointed but clearly amused way.
Aisha is clearly not very good at it.
Paldeo snorts in amusement, one hand crossing across his chest in order to accompany Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's knocking with some thumps to charred scalemail-strapped pauldrons. But then, he belatedly recognizes the source of the tune, and scowls uncertainly, dropping his arm back to one side.
"And now you all must knock upon something," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid supplies helpfully to the group, knocking away for a time in a rousing, enthusiastic beat.
There's a flicker of surprise as Ziyad glances over at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid when the song starts.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Farmland]
The countryside rolls softly out beneath the arc of the sky, long meadow grasses waving and the heads of growing crops bobbing gently. Some distance off to the east, the crumbling remains of a stone cottage sit atop a small knoll, looking lonely in the solitary expanse of grass and wind.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northwest
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Stonefield Rise]
Topping a low rise and then curling loosely around its slope to the southeast, the road enjoys a view of the shallow dell to the north. Though the rather stony-looking lands immediately southward have been left uncultivated, well-tended fields of barley and rye are visible to the north, spreading out towards a snaking line of trees in the bottom of the dell.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Stonefield Rise]
Clumps of wild grasses, kept erratically trimmed by roving flocks of sheep, spring up in abundance across the sloping ground. Just below to the northeast, the Wayfare tumbles out into a gentle dell, while to the southwest it ascends an equally gentle rise in the ground. A few fist-sized chunks of rock lie in the road, encouraging you to watch your step. Here is a bundle of 14 pale bulbs with papery skins.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast
You have emoted: Ighlaf knocks their fingers on a pinewood fishing pole that they are carrying along.
Tighearnach looks over his person as if searching for that one perfect thing to knock, but eventually has to settle for simply jingling his chainmail with a solid thump of one hand.
Wasi walks along with a glance at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid and a flicker of surprise through his eyes. He lends to the tune with some low off-key humming.
Aisha pauses to look at a bundle of 14 pale bulbs with papery skins, shrugging before carrying on.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Stonefield Rise, Waymarker]
The road takes a sudden bend to the southwest here in preparation for its gradual climb out of the dell. Fruitful and carefully tended farmland blankets the land to the north, mixed with equally lush meadows ideal for raising stock. A stone marker has been embedded upright in the ground at the elbow in the road, looking similar to numerous other slabs of stone that jut out from the hillside to the south.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and west
Aisha walks west. She is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Aisha walks over from the east. She is followed by a large group.
Ziyad rubs at his cheeks with the back of one hand.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
The Wayfare curls around the bottom of a long slope that rises gradually to the south, seeking the most gentle ascent. Here at the edge of the valley dense shrubbery crowds between outcroppings of stone, but this rough landscape is swiftly smoothed out into a variegated blanket of farmland to the north. A small burrow lies just a short ways off the side of the road, tucked between a chunk of rock and the protective tangle of the bushes.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east and northwest
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
Firouzeh reluctantly joins in at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's prompting, knocking the tip of her cane against a passing slab of stone without any particular rythym.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Cropland rolls out in all directions, covering the gentle swales of the dell. Here and there a peasant's croft can be glimpsed in the middle of the spreading fields, set well back from the road at the end of narrow rutted lanes. To the southwest the road approaches the long rise leading out of the valley, while northward it continues in a very mild descent.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
The Wayfare continues to bend gently through the countryside, skirting the edges of the fields. Partially shading the road on its west side is a small crabapple orchard, the trees' stocky trunks standing at a companionable distance from one another.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northeast
The lazy hum of bees fills the air beneath the trees.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
A slightly untidy checkerboard of crops, fallow fields, and verdant meadow lines the road as it eases towards the lightly wooded bottom of the dell. Low hedgerows edge some of the fields, zigzagging about according to some obscure design difficult for a mere passerby to discern.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and southwest
Tekra runs the back of a hand across a sweat-marked forehead and readjusts a patchy patched-fur overcoat, seeming overdressed for the heat of the day, but still looking grimly ahead.
"Not bad!" [in Sirdabi] Aisha calls back cheerfully to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
A well-trodden footpath beats a winding track off to the west, passing between a hayfield and several tall rows of barley. Meanwhile the road continues south and north, with the occasional small deviation to follow the path of least resistance through the softly sloping farm ground.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Arriving at the lowest part of the dell, the Wayfare approaches a slender line of trees that winds through the narrow bottomland. Tall elms and chestnuts that have found a sheltered place in which to spread their graceful branches, the trees cling closely to a stream at their heart as if it were a cherished friend. Here is a pinewood fishing pole.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north (water)
"I do not remember some of the words," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid admits though he continues on. "The glassmaker's wife has got no arse, so he made her one from a pane of glass. And all night long we can hear them..." [in Ruvic] he falters somewhat and abandons the reins, clapping instead. "Of course, here you would tap something made of glass," [in Ruvic] he explains, sotto voce.
Firouzeh pauses, letting the group continue on ahead slightly as she rolls up the bottoms of impeccable caramel-brown cashmere sirwaal.
You have emoted: Ighlaf helpfully taps a small glass bottle charm as they listen, snorting.
Tighearnach draws in a long breath, shoulders squaring themselves firmly, and retains his martial posture even as he exhales again in a breath that's just short of a sigh. He simply lets the chatter of the others flow past now as he forges along.
Aisha slows down, letting people get ready to wade across the water. She does make sure to clap along to the performance from Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, at least to the best of her ability.
Aisha goes into the water.
Aisha wades north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, River Sleith, Fenny's Ford]
Dappled sunlight falls through the deep green canopy of chestnuts and elms, dancing playfully across the gentle currents of the narrow River Sleith. The Wayfare cuts straight through the water, crossing on a wide stretch of rocky bottom visible only where the road meets the river's edge. Though placid here, just east of the ford the water cascades off the stony ledge to create a long low waterfall. Also a crag pinewood branch and a gloam pinewood stick are here.
Aisha is treading water here. Paldeo is treading water here. Tekra is treading water here. Wasi is treading water here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is treading water here. Firouzeh is treading water here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is treading water here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swimming here. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is swimming here.
There is moderately shallow fresh water here. The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
The low noise of rushing water fills the air, as an intermittent chorus of afternoon birdsong floats down from the treetops.
Aisha stamps and scrapes any and all grime off of her feet.
"Ah, Ighlaf. That is the spirit," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid decides cheerfully, one hand waved in an exaggerated gesture over towards you. "And now, we can all manage a little faster, no?" [in Ruvic] he suggests, voice raised over the rush of the stream.
Aisha wades north.
Aisha emerges from the water. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Trees line the wandering course of a narrow river that follows the lowest point of the dell from west to east. Traversing the water via a ford to the south, the road comes up a low swale to the north before emerging back into open fields. A few mouldering old boards, half buried in the dirt to one side of the road, perhaps show where one vehicle did not fare so well in crossing.
Aisha is here. Paldeo is here. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand. Ziyad is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south (water) and north
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
"So much faster," [in Ruvic] Aisha says, looking back at the group to make sure everyone made it through the stream alright. She gives another thumbs up, then carries on.
You have emoted: Ighlaf inclines their head, the lyrics having eased some of their deep frown as they follow along.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
You shift to stand within the general area.
Ziyad shifts to stand within the general area.
Firouzeh shifts to stand within the general area.
Firouzeh starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Ziyad starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
You go to stand near the northward direction, joining Firouzeh and Ziyad.
Aisha walks over from the north.
Firouzeh falls in with Aisha.
Ziyad falls in with Aisha.
You fall in with Aisha.
Paldeo falls in with Aisha.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid falls in with Aisha.
Aisha apparently decided to scout ahead. Just in case. "Coast's clear!" [in Sirdabi]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid issues a command.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression falls in with Aisha.
Ziyad shakes some water out from his clothing, but suddenly freezes midway through. He cocks his head to one side, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Tighearnach falls in with Aisha.
"I am not certain I remember the next verse, though I could try to...improvise," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says, stealing a look over at Firouzeh, still smugly amused at himself.
You have emoted: Ighlaf turns their attention to Ziyad.
Aisha squints over at Ziyad. "Everything okay?" [in Sirdabi]
Firouzeh rolls down the bottoms of impeccable caramel-brown cashmere sirwaal, which still got a little wet despite her best efforts. A curious look is cast aside at Ziyad.
Ziyad shakes his head at you and Firouzeh. "I can't make out much. Fear... roars... and hoofbeats." [in Ruvic]
Tighearnach glances quickly over at Ziyad. "We've got to hurry," [in Ruvic] he mumbles.
Paldeo gives Ziyad a confused squint.
"Oh, uh..." [in Sirdabi] Aisha begins, nodding fervently.
Ziyad nods his head somberly at Tighearnach. "We do." [in Ruvic]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Well-tended cropland lines the Wayfare on both sides as it navigates a subtle upward grade to the northeast. Strips of rye crisscross with narrow fields of oats, intermixed with patches of fallow ground or plots of vegetables. Just southward a line of trees comes into view, forming an elegant backdrop to the fields.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northwest
A response to Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is lost to the explanation from Ziyad. Firouzeh's face falls into a more serious expression.
Paldeo nods at Tighearnach.
You have emoted: Ighlaf frowns at that and hurries their steps while following.
Tighearnach frowns around at the surrounding landscape and the road ahead, looking frustrated with it for creating such a long distance between themselves and the people who clearly need their help.
Aisha shouts, "COME ON!" [in Sirdabi]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid walks over from the south.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid swings up onto a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's back.
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Trees line the wandering course of a narrow river that follows the lowest point of the dell from west to east. Traversing the water via a ford to the south, the road comes up a low swale to the north before emerging back into open fields. A few mouldering old boards, half buried in the dirt to one side of the road, perhaps show where one vehicle did not fare so well in crossing.
Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south (water) and north
Ziyad gets out a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood from a mahogany suede mizuda in his possession.
Ziyad shifts his grip and brandishes a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his fist.
Tekra walks over from the south.
Tekra falls in with Aisha.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid falls in with Aisha.
Wasi walks over from the south.
Wasi falls in with Aisha.
Ziyad rubs at a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
(Quietly): Paldeo squints south.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
Aisha nods some more, repeating, "Come on!" [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
The thatched roofs of peasant crofts can be seen westward across the fields, well removed from the dust and dirt of the rutted road. All around them fields of grain spread out across the gently rolling ground of the dale, rippling in ever-changing patterns with each passing breeze.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here, holding a pile of 2 round flat rocks in his right hand.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and southeast
A dog barks off in the distance.
Wasi drops a pile of 2 round flat rocks on the ground, leaving them near the bath with a glum air.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
The ground rises slightly here, no true hill but just one of the many gentle undulations wrinkling the flatland of the dale. A row of shady elms accommmodatingly climbs the rise alongside the road, terminating at a single much larger and older tree at the swale's greatest height. Continuing to wend through the peaceful landscape, the Wayfare follows the trees southwest and proceeds further into cropland to the north.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
Abjuring straight lines, the Wayfare continues to weave across the open countryside like a thread stitching together patchwork squares of cropland. The deep amber grain of mature barley mingles with the earthy brown of fallow and the hay meadows' burnished gold, all beneath a vast spread of mild autumn sky.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and east
Aisha walks east. She is followed by a large group.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sleithdale]
The road picks its way along the side of a gentle swale lying northeast, where strips of grain crops alternate with fields left fallow for the year. A woodlot of mixed trees sits in a small depression in the hillside just below the road, providing wood to meet the needs of the local peasants.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and south
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
(Quietly): Wasi grumbles, "This is stupid. Why are we going into the mist, again?" [in Sirdabi]
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Headland]
A few strips of crops sit wedged in between sheltering patches of small trees and shrubbery, but this ridgeline is too exposed and stony to offer much opportunity for cultivation. Instead sheep and the occasional herd of goats may be found roaming the unenclosed grassland, leaving their hoofprints in the dirt of the road to mark their passing. Marking a divide in the open landscape, the land dips down into a valley to the south while descending more gradually northeast.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and south
Ziyad clenches his hands tightly around a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood. He inhales deeply and releases the breath again. The expression of concentration continues to linger on his features as he marches along with the rest of the group, keeping just enough attention on the path to avoid tripping.
Smirking aside, Paldeo tells Wasi, "Stay, if you wanna be wussy." [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid focuses quietly.
Aisha snorts, carrying onwards.
(Quietly): "To save people," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh tells Wasi tightly, perhaps trying to convince herself as well.
Wasi scowls uncertainly.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Headland, Offering Tree]
The road is forced to deviate from its already meandering course by a large boulder that sits in the middle of the gentle slope. Nearby, a twisted crag pine grows up through a pile of smaller rocks that look to have weathered off their parent. The tree's contorted branches furnish only a thin and ragged shade but are alive with color, having been festooned with ribbon-tied twigs and tiny bells hung from strips of faded fabric. Here is a bundle of 2 scraps of cloth.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and north
The chiming of bells and a quiet clack of sticks blowing in the breeze creates a naturalistic melody in the open air.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Open Headland]
The Wayfare continues at a mild incline, curving around the small dips and rises that interrupt the overall slope of the headland. As the road descends northeast a damper feel enters the air, while the breeze that tosses the meadow grass every now and then wafts along a tantalizing saline tang.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northeast
(Quietly): With a glance at Firouzeh, Wasi mutters, "Barbarians, though..." [in Sirdabi]
"Think of the stories they'll tell about us!" [in Sirdabi] Aisha insists to Wasi.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid seems bolstered by something.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Sheltered Grove]
Blue oaks and their inseparable crag pine companions cluster around the road as it dips into a narrow hollow at the base of two low hills. The air is still within this natural shelter, scented heavily with a forest aroma from the thick press of trees that obscures the view along the track as it wanders erratically north. Beyond the edge of the grove in the other direction, grasses ripple softly upon an open headland.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and north
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
Tighearnach bows his head and appears to perhaps whisper a little prayer as they pass the beribboned tree on the headland, before hurrying along again.
[The Wayfare, Sheltered Grove]
Oaks and pines drape gnarled branches over the road, sheltering it lightly from the elements while still providing glimpses of sky. The ground is relatively clear of brush and fallen branches, but the trees themselves are dense enough to offer no more than a tangled impression of the area to either side of the track as it zigzags in narrow curves through the grove.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northeast
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Plew Outskirts]
As the Wayfare emerges from a thicket of trees nestled between some low hills southward, the ground abruptly opens up to offer a view of a handful of small buildings clustered around a crossroads. A scattering of cultivated fields mixed with common pastureland lie just ahead to the northeast. Standing in the midst of the cropped grasses, a few cows watching the road with an air of disinterest.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast
A teasing breeze blows intermittently across the fields, bringing the scent of the sea and a faint roar of surf.
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Plew Outskirts]
Open fields harboring a mix of barley and oats tumble across the ground, largely level here but sloping slightly downward to the east. From that direction comes a muted roar, the voice of the Adelantean carrying across the headland. Northward lies a tiny hamlet of thatch-roofed buildings, while to the south the road loops loosely off towards a narrow hollow between two hills.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and southwest
(Quietly): Aisha squints north.
(Quietly): Firouzeh makes a mildly disgruntled noise. "Barbarians are still people, dear," [in Sirdabi] she insists. She inhales deeply as the group continues on, tightening her grip on a brass-capped reed cane.
Firouzeh shifts her grip and brandishes a brass-capped reed cane in her fist.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid closes his eyes a moment, taking in a deep breath as he gathers up a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's reins. All the cheer of moments before seemingly gone, he only stares distractedly at the way ahead.
Aisha makes another stop, making sure everyone who wants to be here is still here. She nods some more. "Come on," [in Sirdabi] she insists for a third time, a little quieter now.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Plew Outskirts]
The Wayfare widens as it approaches a crossroads, where a few low buildings crowd around in disorderly fashion. A somewhat dilapidated farmstand sits on the east side of the road, its wooden sides slanting in towards one another beneath a heavy thatch roof that threatens to collapse the whole thing. Across the way a meticulously tended field stands in contrast, the golden-brown heads of barley nodding as if acknowledging arriving and departing travelers.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
You have emoted: Ighlaf remains quiet with their frown deepening. They continue their steps.
Ziyad rubs at a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[Plew-On-Sea, Wayfare Crossroads]
While far from bustling, this intersection of the Wayfare with a smaller east-west lane is clearly the center of activity for the tiny hamlet of Plew. The handful of people moving through the streets are an odd blend of peasants and men attired in simple habits, with the occasionally better-dressed merchant traveler thrown into the mix. Though several limewashed structures cluster around the crossroads like a flock of disorderly sheep, it is clearly the long porch-fronted building on the southeast corner that is the area's main attraction.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is lightly splotched with bark tea.
Cardinal Exits: south, east, west, and north
Other: a long porch
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[Plew-On-Sea, North Wayfare]
Small limewashed buildings dot the margins of the Wayfare, some standing aloof from one another and others rubbing thatched shoulders like old friends. Although a few shallow potholes pock the beaten earth, it is clear that overall some trouble has been taken to maintain this local section of the road in decent condition. Attracting a steady trickle of visitors is a farrier's shop that occupies the west side of the street, along with an adjoining cottage and a small corral for horses awaiting shoeing.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: north and south
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[Plew-On-Sea, North Wayfare]
Despite this being the main street through town and an important overland road, traffic on the Wayfare is only sporadic, and many of the people in the street are habited monks and friars, and children scorning to give way to the occasional wagon. A small cart has been set off to one side of the road beneath a rangy liriol tree, the backboard removed to show off the enterprising owner's goods and services.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
(Quietly): Aisha peers north.
Paldeo strides along proudly with a gruff nod in Firouzeh's direction. "At last we agree on somethin'!" [in Ruvic] he declares in her direction.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, North Plew Outskirts]
The houses become sparser the further north one goes, the tiny hamlet of Plew already losing coherency and dissolving back into open countryside. Leaving this tiny fragment of civilization behind like an unneeded souvenir, the Wayfare forges across the rolling land beyond, headed for the great capital city of Imbryck and untold adventure.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression. Tighearnach is here, wielding a long-stemmed iron key in his right hand and a dark-hilted steel longsword in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and north
Paldeo's declaration earns an eye-roll from Firouzeh.
"This is it. I hope that everyone's ready," [in Ruvic] Ziyad states grimly, his hands still wrapped tightly around a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood. He squares his shoulders and stiffens his spines. "We've survived the Mists before. This time will be no different, and we might be able to save some of those lost within." [in Ruvic]
Tighearnach puts a short-stemmed iron key on his keyring.
Aisha clears her throat, fidgeting with something in her pocket. "Really no turning back past this," [in Sirdabi] she mumbles, confidence wavering slightly.
Tighearnach swaps a long-stemmed iron key into his left hand, and a dark-hilted steel longsword into his right.
You reach out to touch a small glass bottle charm.
You touch a small glass bottle charm.
You remember the time you found the feather stuck in the bough of a tree you climbed. The views were like nothing else, and birdsong echoed in the distance.
Aisha digs something out of her pocket...
Aisha flips a flattened dark stone chip ...
...and it lands with the vague impression of what might be a face facing upward.
Tighearnach shifts his fist and brandishes a dark-hilted steel longsword in his fist.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid draws a sleek slender sword from a narrow sheath intricately decorated with jewels.
Ziyad gets out a beautiful iron chainmail coif from a mahogany suede mizuda in his possession.
Ziyad puts on a beautiful iron chainmail coif.
Wasi glances curiously at Aisha's strange stone chip, then glances at the northern road with a sigh. "I suppose at least these barbarians will remember my fishing, even if I've left no other mark on the world," [in Sirdabi] he comments glumly.
Bringing a pleasant heat to settle upon the open road, the air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies.
Gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air, wafting a dry scent of sun-warmed dust along the road.
Firouzeh's preparations include giving one last look inside a wicker basket. She nods to herself, maintains a tight grip on a brass-capped reed cane, and advises, "#ruvic Let's all try and keep as much blood inside our bodies as we can, yes?" [in Ruvic]
You have emoted: Ighlaf is quiet in their thoughts, although their do incline their head to Ziyad as they listen. Their feet are poised to follow.
"We'll be fine," [in Sirdabi] Aisha insists, stuffing whatever it was they just flipped back into a pocket after her little ritual.
"All of it if possible," [in Ruvic] Ziyad mutters softly with a wan smile at Firouzeh.
Paldeo gets out a small piece of cracked ship timbers from a char-stained navy scrap-leather jacket in his possession.
Paldeo reaches out to touch a small piece of cracked ship timbers.
Firouzeh reaches out to touch a jade inlayed gold ring.
Paldeo puts a small piece of cracked ship timbers in a char-stained navy scrap-leather jacket.
Ziyad reaches out to touch a twisting fulgurite pendant.
Tighearnach looks around at his comrades and takes a deep breath as if to say something, but then seems to think better of it. Instead he just tightens his grip on a dark-hilted steel longsword and appears to steel himself.
Paldeo reaches up to readjust a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat, tilting it at an angle, and exhales while squaring his shoulders. There's a glance towards Tekra and a crooked, deformed grin.
Tekra offers Paldeo a slight nod in response, expression troubled.
Aisha swallows, glancing back at the group before taking a few tentative steps northward.
Aisha begins a journey towards the northward direction.
Paldeo begins a journey towards the northward direction.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression begins a journey towards the northward direction.
You have emoted: Ighlaf echoes, "All of it." [in Sirdabi] as they steady themselves. They offer a set of words to Wasi, "That is something. Rather we manage catching more fish." [in Sirdabi] as they follow Aisha.
Tekra begins a journey towards the northward direction.
Ziyad begins a journey towards the northward direction.
Wasi begins a journey towards the northward direction.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression stops traveling.
Tighearnach begins a journey towards the northward direction.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression begins a journey towards the northward direction.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slowly slides a sleek slender sword free and flits a look aside at Paldeo. A complicated mix of emotions drift across his features, which settle into a frown as the hamlet of Plew begins to fade into the distance behind the group.
The journey wears on.
The sun shines warmly through a spotless blue sky.
(Quietly): Firouzeh peers north.
(Quietly): Paldeo squints north.
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
(Quietly): Ziyad scans north.
Aisha is quiet for a long while as the group travels further along the road. She comes to an eventual stop to check on everyone, nodding to herself.
Paldeo nods back to Aisha, showing an all-too-cheery grin that looks frankly insane on his scarred features.
(Quietly): Tighearnach peers north.
"Nothing to worry about," [in Ruvic] Aisha insists, giving a half-hearted thumbs up.
Firouzeh wipes away some sweat starting to bead on her brow, looking around at the gathered expectantly as the pace slows.
(Quietly): Aisha peers north.
Wasi shifts position to make sure to be near Firouzeh, offering an arm.
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Firouzeh.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid casts a look over the group, his own expression uncharacteristically difficult to read though the most prevalent emotion is an uneasy resignation. "Onwards, while we have the light," [in Ruvic] he suggests quietly.
Aisha clears her throat, then slowly continues northward.
Aisha walks north. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Through a Cragpine Grove]
The road here delves through the outskirts of a thicket of crag pines, where an outcropping of dark rocks from the sea cliffs cleave the countryside. Growing crooked and hunched like ancient travelers, these pines bend and reach across the path in a sheltering embrace that scatters a carpet of soft, dry old needles as the detritus of seasons past.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: south and northwest
Firouzeh takes the arm offered by Wasi with a thankful smile.
Aisha walks northwest. She is followed by a large group.
You scan northeast...
Looking to the way northeast, you can see...
[The Wayfare, Within Misty Cragpines]
A campfire has been built a few paces off the side of the road. A flint flake is near a campfire.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast
You can't see any further.
[The Wayfare, Within Twisted Cragpines]
Deep within this grove of cragpines, the air is sheltered and still. Any light from the sky is dimmed, and sounds are muffled. These pines grow thickly among the craggy rocks that edge into the mainland from the sea cliffs, and though some patches of softer ground beneath host small bushes and viney weeds, the majority of the forest floor is littered in old pineneedles and aged cones. Bending its way through this soft and quiet place, the wide wayfare strikes onward between the north and south.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression swishes her tail back and forth here, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky. The area is damp.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and northeast
Aisha walks northeast. She is followed by a large group.
[The Wayfare, Within Misty Cragpines]
A subtle mist weaves its way here across the beaten path of the road, gently reaching between the twisted boughs and craggy trunks of the pines. It seeps with a whisper-light brush of fog across the jagged rocks that rise from the carpet of dry pine needles, and lingers around the bushier foliage of the undergrowth. Above, the bent and misshapen canopy of pine branches obscure the sight of the sky.
A campfire has been built a few paces off the side of the road. A flint flake is near a campfire.
Aisha is here. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. Ziyad is here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Paldeo is here. A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here. Wasi is here.
The sun shines warmly in the clear blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast
Aisha shivers.
Paldeo glances over at a campfire, and issues a low chuckle. He quirks a brow at Tekra and tips a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat.
Aisha begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
Tighearnach begins to look a little more tense as the light woods begin to be touched with thready tendrils of soft clinging mist. His footsteps become quieter, as if he felt a sudden need for subtlety.
Paldeo begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
You begin the journey towards the northeastward direction.
Wasi begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
Tekra begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
Ziyad remains grim and alert, reddish-gold eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as he begins to see the building threads of mists.
Ziyad begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
Tighearnach begins a journey towards the northeastward direction.
Lines deepen on Firouzeh's skin as she becomes more stone-faced. She follows on intently, only looking forward.
The journey wears on.
A roar in an unnatural screech reverberates through the air from the northeastward direction.
Paldeo draws a leather-hilted broadsword from a partially-burnt scrap-leather baldric.
(Hidden) Aisha chuckles anxiously.
"Ah, that sound... So familiar," [in Ruvic] Ziyad mutters thinly, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his fingers around a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
What little color had still remained in Tighearnach's face abruptly drains out at that terrible sound, making his freckles stand out like speckles of blood. He starts to say something, gulps.
You have emoted: Ighlaf chews on their cheek and continues following despite the sound.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya from a curved embroidered-leather sheath.
Gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air, a balmy softness lingering beneath the spreading boughs of trees.
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, wafting a rich scent of earth and greenery across the shaded land.
Your journey has found you in new parts.
Wasi's journey has found he in new parts.
Tekra's journey has found he in new parts.
Ziyad's journey has found he in new parts.
Tighearnach's journey has found he in new parts.
A monstrous cloudy creature bursts from concealment.
A monstrous pale creature challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
Paldeo lowers his head with a grim tightening of his insane scarred grin, hefting a leather-hilted broadsword with a glance into the dense mist ahead on the road.
Paldeo shifts aggressively towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
Paldeo slashes with a leather-hilted broadsword towards a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes, a a massive rent appears.
Aisha inhales and then exhales.
Tighearnach lets out a sharp curse of alarm, freezing on sight of a monstrous cloudy creature.
Ziyad shifts aggressively towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
Ziyad drives a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood through the air in a strike at a monstrous cloudy creature's head.
The whack connects tremendously upon a monstrous cloudy creature's head. *WHAM!*
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's head, a a great void appears.
A monstrous cloudy creature quakes with exertion, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Wasi gets out a jagged-edged rigging knife from some rough common clothing in his possession.
Wasi shifts his grip and brandishes a jagged-edged rigging knife in his fist.
Despite his apparently nervousness, Ziyad shows no hesitation as he hurries to help.
Tighearnach stares at a monstrous cloudy creature, almost entranced with horror. But then sudden color surges into his cheeks, and he raises his sword in readiness while letting out a very human bellow of his own.
Wasi stays near the elderly woman, but brings up a jagged-edged rigging knife to wield, watching with trauma-widened eyes.
Tighearnach shifts aggressively towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
Tighearnach draws a dark-hilted steel longsword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous cloudy creature's back.
The slash slices in with a tremendous blow upon a monstrous cloudy creature's back. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's back, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous cloudy creature almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Aisha leans forward subtly.
You have emoted: Ighlaf freezes in place themselves, watching.
(Quietly): Firouzeh takes stock of a monstrous cloudy creature.
Tighearnach charges at a monstrous cloudy creature slashing with his sword, using perhaps more sheer exuberant force then finesse. Fueled by all his pent-up emotion, he deals the horrible monster a fierce blow.
Out of Character: Tekra rolled will at hard difficulty and the result was a pass.
You feel alert and you are energized.
Out of Character: You rolled will at hard difficulty and the result was a pass.
Tekra freezes just briefly, staring in constrained fear, and then stirs to motion.
"On, Sahar!" [in Irzali] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid urges, digging his heels into a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's sides as he raises a sleek slender sword, the hand that holds it trembling so that the blade wavers as the pair charge towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
A hard whuff of air reverbrates from equine nostrils as a roan rouncy with a friendly expression slams into Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, heavy shoulder swung into the left leg.
The slam lands over Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's left leg.
Tekra gets out a small utilitarian knife from a patchy patched-fur overcoat in his possession.
A monstrous pale creature opens a maw full of jagged teeth that surge together over Aisha's right hand.
The bite connects upon Aisha's right hand.
Blood begins trickling from Aisha's right hand.
Tekra shifts his grip and brandishes a small utilitarian knife in his fist.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid issues a command.
You have emoted: Ighlaf begins moving seeing the blood from Aisha and lashes out.
You shift aggressively towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
You take a swing at a monstrous cloudy creature's head.
The punch shears past into thin air.
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid shifts aggressively towards a monstrous cloudy creature.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes with a sleek slender sword towards a monstrous cloudy creature's head.
The slash slices in with a earth-shattering blow upon a monstrous cloudy creature's head. *ZANG!*
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's head, a a great void appears.
A monstrous cloudy creature wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
Firouzeh hesitates for a moment, watching the battle start to play out. She shakes her head abruptly and then moves.
Ziyad sees one of the creatures attack Aisha from the corner of his eyes. His attention is drawn in that direction for a second before he turns his gaze to the one he's circling while trying to find an opening.
Aisha freezes momentarily, recoiling as a monstrous cloudy creature lashes out at her! She keeps a firm grip on her knife, although struggling to do much of anything else.
(Quietly): Firouzeh takes stock of Aisha.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes wildly at a monstrous cloudy creature, whirling a roan rouncy with a friendly expression about for another pass. His violet eyes are wide but almost unseeing, as if all of this is taking place at a distance.
Firouzeh shifts her fist and brandishes a brass-capped reed cane in her fist.
Tekra tries to stop fighting.
Firouzeh shifts aggressively towards a monstrous pale creature.
Firouzeh whacks at a monstrous pale creature's legs with a brass-capped reed cane.
The whack slams tremendously true upon a monstrous pale creature's legs. --*WHACK!*--
Within a monstrous pale creature's legs, a a tremendous gap appears.
A monstrous pale creature quakes with exertion, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Firouzeh tries to stop fighting.
"A-hoooooy!" [in Ruvic] Paldeo belts out at a monstrous cloudy creature. "C'mere, ya ugly bumpkin! Arseface! Come get me!" [in Ruvic] He attempts to intercede between the misty monster and Aisha.
Wasi tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous cloudy creature lashes out towards Aisha's right leg with vicious claws.
The claw lands over Aisha's right leg.
Blood is gushing from Aisha's right leg.
Paldeo shoves at one creature with a leather-hilted broadsword -- but, there's two. And they both want Aisha's blood.
Paldeo attempts to draw attention away from Aisha!
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Paldeo's chest.
The slam lands over Paldeo's chest.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid draws a sleek slender sword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes, a a great void appears.
A monstrous cloudy creature collapses.
Paldeo clamps a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat tighter over his head. He growls at the spike of a tail that clangs against charred scalemail-strapped pauldrons, and then slams back a return blow before abruptly darting sideways -- or, at least, attempting to.
A monstrous cloudy creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
A monstrous cloudy creature's pupils keep losing focus.
Tighearnach moves into a position to try to guard Aisha.
You get out a small utilitarian knife from a rugged zharalhide mizuda in your possession.
Blood trickles from a skin-breaking bite mark on Aisha's right hand, gradually clotting into a scab.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha slashes with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's eyes, a a tremendous gap appears.
Aisha slashes with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous cloudy creature's arms.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous cloudy creature's arms. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's arms, a a massive rent appears.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid clings onto a roan rouncy with a friendly expression's reins as the horse rears up and lets out a terrified whinny, her eyes rolling towards the creatures.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
A monstrous cloudy creature goes limp.
Paldeo moves into a position to try to guard Aisha.
Ziyad whacks at a monstrous cloudy creature's head with a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
The whack lands a tremendous blow upon a monstrous cloudy creature's head. *POW!*
Within a monstrous cloudy creature's head, a a massive rent appears.
Ziyad tries to stop fighting.
Aisha lashes out in desperation, barely being able to keep it together as she starts losing her balance.
A monstrous cloudy creature goes slack and lifeless.
A monstrous cloudy creature expires.
Disintegrating in a swirl of ethereal dust, a monstrous cloudy creature is gone.
Aisha tries to stop fighting.
Despite the vigor with which he's been slicing away at the creature, Tighearnach takes a step to the side in an attempt to deflect any further blows from Aisha, longsword raised.
Firouzeh is doing her best impression of wielding a brass-capped reed cane like a sword, throwing out a whack here and there in between checking the amount of blood being lost by Aisha.
Ziyad swings a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood with as force as he's able to once he finds an opening, then darts backwards again to circle the second monster.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression tries to stop fighting.
Ziyad swings a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood with as force as he's able to once he finds an opening, then darts backwards again to circle the second monster.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression takes a swing at a monstrous pale creature's arms.
The punch barely connects in an awkward scrape past.
Within a monstrous pale creature's tail, a a small void appears.
A monstrous pale creature almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Paldeo wheels to stand near Aisha again, lifting a leather-hilted broadsword against a monstrous pale creature. "One down!" [in Ruvic] he bellows. "Now YOUUU!!!" [in Ruvic]
Tekra looks at a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, lifting a small utilitarian knife and staying close to you in the fray. "Well done, Sahar!" [in Irzali]
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Paldeo's left leg.
The slam lands over Paldeo's left leg.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid draws a sleek slender sword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous pale creature's back.
The slash strikes tremendously true upon a monstrous pale creature's back. *ZANG!*
Within a monstrous pale creature's back, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous pale creature wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
"Hold, Sahar," [in Irzali] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid calls out to a roan rouncy with a friendly expression as the beast rears up again, stamping down on one of the creatures as he tries to swing his sword towards it.
Firouzeh drives a brass-capped reed cane through the air in a strike at a monstrous pale creature's eyes.
The whack connects with a tremendous thud upon a monstrous pale creature's eyes. *WHAM!*
Within a monstrous pale creature's eyes, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous pale creature collapses.
Paldeo slashes with a leather-hilted broadsword towards a monstrous pale creature's arms.
The slash strikes tremendously true upon a monstrous pale creature's arms. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous pale creature's arms, a a great void appears.
A monstrous pale creature's pupils keep losing focus.
A monstrous ghostlike creature bursts from concealment.
Paldeo leaps on a monstrous pale creature when it falls scrambling in the pine needles, and whacks repeatedly and mercilessly with a leather-hilted broadsword.
Aisha lets out a manic laugh.
"There's another one!" [in Ruvic] Ziyad calls out frantically when a monstrous ghostlike creature bursts from the mists.
A monstrous pale creature goes limp.
Firouzeh tries to stop fighting.
A roar in an unnatural drone can be heard from the northward direction.
A monstrous mottled creature bursts from concealment.
Paldeo half-turns from the fallen beast, raising a leather-hilted broadsword in a warding gesture as the very air around the party seems to seethe with monstrous forms.
Tighearnach leans forward subtly.
You have emoted: Ighlaf seems to be distracted, fumbling with the knife in their hand as another creature appears.
Tighearnach moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous ghostlike creature's attack!
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous mottled creature crashes a powerful blow at Paldeo's back.
The slam lands over Paldeo's back.
Paldeo wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
You try to stop fighting.
Paldeo prepares to lunge at another beast, but another attacks him from behind and he tumbles down.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a monstrous pale creature's arms.
The slash strikes tremendously true upon a monstrous pale creature's arms. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous pale creature's arms, a a great void appears.
Wasi tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous pale creature goes slack and lifeless.
A monstrous pale creature expires.
Disintegrating in a swirl of ethereal dust, a monstrous pale creature is gone.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha slashes with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's head.
The slash barely clips by.
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's eyes, a a large void appears.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs.
The slash only grazes past.
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs, a an open gap appears.
Wasi hacks at a monster with his fish-cutting, rope-loosing rigging knife -- then turns on another, teeth bared in a grimace.
"Git off!" [in Ruvic] Paldeo roars, trying to scramble up in the middle of the chaos.
Tighearnach slashes with a dark-hilted steel longsword towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's arms.
The slash only grazes past.
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's tail, a a large void appears.
Tighearnach draws a dark-hilted steel longsword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
The slash strikes tremendously true upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's back. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's back, a a massive rent appears.
Tekra leaves your side, moving to stand over Paldeo. "Get up!" [in Ruvic] is hissed sharply, knife raised against a monstrous ghostlike creature.
Tekra moves into a position to try to guard Paldeo.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression tries to stop fighting.
Tighearnach moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous ghostlike creature's attack!
Paldeo struggles to rise.
Paldeo straightens to stand within the general area, scrambling up.
You shift your grip and brandish a small utilitarian knife in your fist.
Tekra moves to defend Paldeo, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
Tekra clutches tight to his left arm and grimaces in defeat. (Stop)
The claw connects upon Tekra's left arm.
Blood begins flowing from Tekra's left arm.
Paldeo visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Tighearnach deals a vigorous hack of his blade to a monstrous ghostlike creature, looking quite caught up in the thrill of battle. As he unleashes a solid blow he lets out a loud bellow.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes with a sleek slender sword towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's head.
The slash misses.
Tekra moves into a position to try to guard Paldeo.
Firouzeh drives a brass-capped reed cane through the air in a strike at a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
The whack misses due to a monstrous ghostlike creature's dodge.
Tighearnach bellows out with great vigor, "For the stark crags of Soaera! For the Mistwatch!" [in Ilexi]
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya back and jab towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
The stab flies wide.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs.
The slash flies wide.
Tighearnach draws a dark-hilted steel longsword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's head.
The slash misses.
Ziyad whacks at a monstrous mottled creature's eyes with a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
The whack barely clips by.
Within a monstrous mottled creature's head, a a gap appears.
Ziyad whacks at a monstrous mottled creature's eyes with a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood.
The whack misses due to a monstrous mottled creature's dodge.
Tighearnach moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous ghostlike creature's attack!
Tekra moves to defend Paldeo, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
Shocked by the decisive blow, Tekra struggles to retreat. (Stop)
The bite connects upon Tekra's mouth.
Blood is flowing from Tekra's mouth.
Paldeo looks up to see Tekra struggling back, bloody-faced, and his expression loses its insane edge. "Etennay!" [in Ruvic] he howls, reaching. "No!" [in Ruvic]
You draw a small utilitarian knife through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
The slash slices in with a harsh blow upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's back, a a huge gap appears.
Ziyad pants hoarsely as he darts in once more to land another blow with a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood. He's obviously not skilled in combat, only serving to help chip away at the forms of solidified mists.
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes a sleek slender sword at a monstrous ghostlike creature and urges a roan rouncy with a friendly expression forwards again, trying to get the horse in between the others and the creatures.
Paldeo slashes with a leather-hilted broadsword towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs.
The slash flies wide.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid issues a command.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression takes a swing at a monstrous ghostlike creature's arms.
The punch shears past into thin air.
Tighearnach slashes with a dark-hilted steel longsword towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's legs, a a great void appears.
A monstrous ghostlike creature wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
Paldeo staggers while swinging a leather-hilted broadsword, clearly off balance. He swivels around to reorient, staring towards a monstrous ghostlike creature.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's head.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's head. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's head, a a tremendous gap appears.
A monstrous ghostlike creature collapses.
A foggy strange beast bursts from concealment.
A foggy strange beast recedes into foggy shadows.
Tekra moves to defend Paldeo, intercepting a foggy strange beast's attack!
Tekra howls in pain and horror, grabbing at his own left foot. (Stop)
The claw lands over Tekra's left foot.
Blood is flowing from Tekra's left foot.
Paldeo lifts a leather-hilted broadsword. "FOR THE DOLPHIN!" [in Ruvic] he rasps in an echoing, smoke-scarred war-scream.
"They keep coming!" [in Ruvic] Ziyad calls out in alarm, as yet another creature bursts from the mists.
A monstrous ghostlike creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
A monstrous ghostlike creature's pupils keep losing focus.
Tekra moves to defend Paldeo, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
Shocked by the decisive blow, Tekra struggles to retreat. (Stop)
The bite connects upon Tekra's right eye.
Blood is trickling from Tekra's right eye.
Paldeo starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Firouzeh whacks at a monstrous ghostlike creature's arms with a brass-capped reed cane.
The whack connects with a tremendous thud upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's arms. *POW!*
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's arms, a a tremendous gap appears.
Paldeo seems to be charging... away?
"We-- we can do it!" [in Ruvic] Aisha insists weakly, trying to stumble towards a foggy strange beast.
A monstrous ghostlike creature goes limp.
Firouzeh raises her cane and lands a solid hit onto a monstrous ghostlike creature before her attention follows Paldeo.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Paldeo charges north, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand.
You slash with a small utilitarian knife towards a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
The slash cuts in strongly upon a monstrous ghostlike creature's back.
Within a monstrous ghostlike creature's back, a a void appears.
A monstrous ghostlike creature goes slack and lifeless.
A monstrous ghostlike creature expires.
Disintegrating in a swirl of ethereal dust, a monstrous ghostlike creature is gone.
(Quietly): Firouzeh peers north.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes with a sleek slender sword towards a foggy strange beast's arms.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a foggy strange beast's arms. *ZANG!*
Within a foggy strange beast's arms, a a massive rent appears.
Tighearnach keeps trying to deal out blows, even as the minstmonsters do in fact keep coming. "We've got to do it," [in Ruvic] he grits out. "I've got to." [in Ruvic] The fervent light in his eyes has persisted, and he doesn't look like anything could persuade him to stop short of death.
You have emoted: Ighlaf remains quietly focused with grit teeth striking out inexpertly with their held knife.
A shout in a rocky and raspy bass breaks out from the northwestward direction.
"C'MON AND GET ME, BRUULFUCKERS!" [in Ruvic]
A foggy strange beast charges towards the northward direction.
Ziyad lifts a kick at a monstrous mottled creature's eyes.
The kick impacts strongly upon a monstrous mottled creature's eyes.
Within a monstrous mottled creature's eyes, a a long rent appears.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Firouzeh tries to stop fighting.
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
Tekra staggers to one side, blinking into the roiling mist after the sound of Paldeo's voice.
Tighearnach tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous mottled creature charges towards the northward direction.
Aisha tries to stop fighting.
Ziyad tries to stop fighting.
You try to stop fighting.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression tries to stop fighting.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a foggy strange beast charges north.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a monstrous mottled creature charges north.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
(Quietly): Ziyad scans north.
Firouzeh tries to stop fighting.
"Idiot..." [in Ruvic] Aisha mutters.
You try to stop fighting.
Tighearnach makes a noise of startled frustration as he finds himself with nothing left to slash at, and whirls in the direction the mistmonsters went.
(Quietly): Tighearnach peers north.
Ziyad gestures frantically to the north. "He's going to be killed if he tries to draw them all to him and face them alone!" [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): Tighearnach peers northwest.
Tekra wavers for a moment, and looks around dizzily. "We have to --!" [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
Firouzeh tries to stop fighting.
Ziyad tries to stop fighting.
Aisha charges towards the northward direction.
Tighearnach starts towards the northwestward direction. (Stand - near the northwestward direction -)
You glance around swiftly for an escape.
You scan north...
Looking to the way north, you can see...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here. A ghostlike strange beast looms here.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Further, there is:
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, west, southeast, and south
Tekra charges towards the northward direction.
Firouzeh glances around swiftly for an escape.
Wasi issues a loud, frustrated groan. He gazes off into the mist after Tekra, but sticks near Firouzeh.
Wasi is no longer following Firouzeh.
Wasi falls in with Firouzeh.
You have emoted: Ighlaf stands with trembling arms a moment as they take in breaths.
(At the northwestward direction): Tighearnach peers northwest.
(At the northwestward direction): Tighearnach peers north.
You scan north...
Looking to the way north, you can see...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here. A ghostlike strange beast looms here.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Further, there is:
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, west, southeast, and south
Voice rigid with stress, Wasi says, "We should reconsider this. The way back ... remains clear..." [in Sirdabi]
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Firouzeh.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Aisha charges north, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. She is followed by a large group.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Tighearnach charges over from the southeast, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left.
You have emoted: Ighlaf grimaces, "Unless we can find the ones lost to join us." [in Sirdabi] as they stand catching their breath, arms trembling slightly.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A monstrous cloudy creature bursts from concealment.
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
Aisha is here, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
You melt into the surroundings, successfully having found a hiding place.
Chewy and slimy at the same time, this ration grinds between your teeth and slides down your throat in a sloppy lump.
You have finished a dried fatty ration.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks south, northeast, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: (At the southeastward direction): Tighearnach mutters, "I'v- got to find th-m... Th--'r- h-r- som-wh-r-.." [in Ruvic]
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast is standing near the northward direction, fighting. A monstrous mottled creature is standing near the northward direction, fighting. A ghostlike strange beast is standing near the northward direction, fighting.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
You peer west...
[Ensorian Countryside, A Misty Meadow]
The surrounding meadow is swathed by such thick mist that even the undergrowth within arm's reach fades into the periphery of dull grey fog. To the north, this mist is denser, while to the south it eases gradually...
Also here is a monstrous cloudy creature. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: east, southeast, and north
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: (At the southeastward direction): Tighearnach peers north.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A monstrous cloudy creature goes to move near the southeastward direction, joining Tighearnach.
Aisha limps along as best she can, trying to continue further northward.
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast is standing near the southward direction, fighting. A monstrous mottled creature is standing near the southward direction, fighting. A ghostlike strange beast is standing near the southward direction, fighting.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Tekra charges over from the southeast, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tighearnach charges towards the northward direction.
You peer west...
[Ensorian Countryside, A Misty Meadow]
The surrounding meadow is swathed by such thick mist that even the undergrowth within arm's reach fades into the periphery of dull grey fog. To the north, this mist is denser, while to the south it eases gradually...
A monstrous cloudy creature is standing near the southeastward direction, fighting. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: east, southeast, and north
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast is standing near the southward direction, fighting. A monstrous mottled creature is standing near the southward direction, fighting. A ghostlike strange beast is standing near the southward direction, fighting.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: Tighearnach peers about.
You peer west...
[Ensorian Countryside, A Misty Meadow]
The surrounding meadow is swathed by such thick mist that even the undergrowth within arm's reach fades into the periphery of dull grey fog. To the north, this mist is denser, while to the south it eases gradually...
A monstrous cloudy creature is standing near the southeastward direction, fighting. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: east, southeast, and north
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, At the Edge of a Misty Cragpine Grove]
The pines surrounding the road are bent and twisted, hunkering down as if sheltering from the wind that must sometimes blow from the distant sea cliffs to the east. Beneath their reaching boughs, the path is covered in a fine coat of soft old needles. Cracked old cones and undergrowth creeps in at the sides, along with the slow yet ominous reach of fog from the north, where the trees give way to a meadow.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, with a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on her back. Wasi is here, wielding a jagged-edged rigging knife in his right hand. Ziyad is standing near the northward direction, fighting, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is riding here on a roan rouncy with a friendly expression, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. Firouzeh is here, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is damp and speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest, southwest, and north
Aisha charges towards the northward direction.
At a short distance toward the westward direction, you see: A monstrous cloudy creature goes to move near the northward direction, joining Tighearnach.
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A foggy strange beast is standing near the northwestward direction, fighting. A monstrous mottled creature is standing near the southward direction, fighting. A ghostlike strange beast is standing near the northwestward direction, fighting.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
You peer west...
[Ensorian Countryside, A Misty Meadow]
The surrounding meadow is swathed by such thick mist that even the undergrowth within arm's reach fades into the periphery of dull grey fog. To the north, this mist is denser, while to the south it eases gradually...
A monstrous cloudy creature is standing near the northward direction, fighting. Tighearnach is here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Tekra is here, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: east, southeast, and north
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Aisha charges north, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand.
You are no longer moving in the shadows.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you walk north, north, holding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
Ighlaf starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Paldeo charges northwest, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand.
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
A foggy strange beast is standing near the northwestward direction, fighting. A monstrous mottled creature is standing near the northwestward direction, fighting. A ghostlike strange beast is standing near the northwestward direction, fighting. Aisha is here, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a ghostlike strange beast charges northwest.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a foggy strange beast charges northwest.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a monstrous mottled creature charges northwest.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you sneak north, north, holding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
You scan the area carefully.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you sneak south, north, holding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid walks over from the south, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid ends up leaving a roan rouncy with a friendly expression behind.
(Quietly): Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid scans northwest.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid starts towards the northwestward direction. (Stand - near the northwestward direction -)
You peer northwest...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A ghostlike strange beast looms here. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
Moving towards the northwestward direction, Aisha leaves the vicinity of the southward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
You peer northwest...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A ghostlike strange beast looms here. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
You peer northeast...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and southwest
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid walks northwest, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
You peer northwest...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A ghostlike strange beast looms here. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is here, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
Ighlaf starts towards the northwestward direction. (Stand - near the northwestward direction -)
You melt into the surroundings, successfully having found a hiding place.
You peer northwest...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A ghostlike strange beast looms here. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is here, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you sneak northwest, north, holding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
You scan north...
Looking to the way north, you can see...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: north, southeast, south, southwest, west, and east
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Further, there is:
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, west, southeast, and south
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Paldeo is here, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand. A ghostlike strange beast looms here. A foggy strange beast seethes nearby in a swirl of mist. A monstrous mottled creature looms here. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is here, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
You peer north...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: north, southeast, south, southwest, west, and east
You peer about.
You peer about.
"Any sign of them?" [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid calls to Paldeo as he leads a roan rouncy with a friendly expression closer, a sleek slender sword raised as he turns to face the oncoming mass of foggy, mist-swathed beasts.
You peer west...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southeast, southwest, east, northeast, and east
You scan west...
Looking to the way west, you can see...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southeast, southwest, east, northeast, and east
You can't see any further.
You scan north...
Looking to the way north, you can see...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: north, southeast, south, southwest, west, and east
Further, there is:
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Further, there is:
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, west, southeast, and south
Paldeo shouts, "AAAAARGH." [in Ruvic]
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor can be heard from the northward direction.
"STAY TOGETHER!" [in Ruvic]
A monstrous mottled creature lashes out towards Paldeo's right leg with vicious claws.
The claw lands over Paldeo's right leg.
Blood is flowing from Paldeo's right leg.
Paldeo collapses.
The stress causes ragged-burnt pantaloons to break.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo grits out a growl between his teeth, raising a shaking blade up at a ghostlike strange beast. "Who..?" [in Ruvic] he manages to say towards Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid. And then his pants fall off.
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
The mist coalesces... and a mottled strange beast emerges from those ominous depths.
A mottled strange beast roar
A ghostlike strange beast opens a maw full of jagged teeth that surge together over an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
The bite lands over an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
Blood is flowing from an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo's pupils keep losing focus.
A mottled strange beast disintegrates slowly towards once side, then solidifies with a malicious snarl that is felt more than heard.
A mottled strange beast challenges an indecently-exposed Paldeo with a seething rasp!
You try to pull at an indecently-exposed Paldeo, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
Gasping and pointing with a leather-hilted broadsword, its point wavering dramatically with weakness, an indecently-exposed Paldeo says, "That -- that's how they're born ... s-seee...?" [in Ruvic]
A mottled strange beast goes to move near the southeastward direction, joining a small crowd.
A foggy strange beast lashes out towards an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left hand with vicious claws.
The claw lands over an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left hand.
Blood is trickling from an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left hand.
Your heart is beating a little quickly, you feel alert, you are energized, and you feel comfortably full.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo goes limp.
"No!" [in Irzali] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid calls out, more out of helplessness than anything else. He swings a sleek slender sword again, trying to round upon the crowd of creatures and keep them from an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid moves into a position to try to guard an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous mottled creature crashes a powerful blow at an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left arm.
The slam connects upon an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left arm.
You put a small utilitarian knife in a rugged zharalhide mizuda.
A ghostlike strange beast lashes out towards an indecently-exposed Paldeo's stomach with vicious claws.
The claw lands over an indecently-exposed Paldeo's stomach.
Blood is trickling from an indecently-exposed Paldeo's stomach.
You grip an indecently-exposed Paldeo firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Ighlaf starts towards the southeastward direction. (Stand - near the southeastward direction -)
You have emoted: Ighlaf scrambles to begin moving an indecently-exposed Paldeo with shaking hands.
You are no longer moving in the shadows.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you walk southeast, north, holding a pinewood fishing pole in your right hand and dragging.
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Aisha is standing here, fighting, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. An indecently-exposed Paldeo is asleep here, fighting on you, wielding a leather-hilted broadsword in his right hand and holding ragged-burnt pantaloons in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
Ighlaf starts towards the southward direction. (Stand - near the southward direction -)
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a foggy strange beast charges over from the northwest.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a monstrous mottled creature charges over from the northwest.
Terrible suspense fills the air as a foggy strange beast searches the surroundings with a roving stare.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a mottled strange beast charges over from the northwest.
A monstrous mottled creature slowly scans the surroundings, with a sense of ominous intent.
Aisha starts towards the northwestward direction. (Stand - near the northwestward direction -)
Terrible suspense fills the air as a mottled strange beast searches the surroundings with a roving stare.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a ghostlike strange beast charges over from the northwest.
A foggy strange beast lashes out towards Aisha's left hand with vicious claws.
The claw connects upon Aisha's left hand.
Blood is gushing from Aisha's left hand.
A ghostlike strange beast stalks, searching for prey.
You shout, "FUCK."
You peer northwest...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is standing here, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: west, north, and southeast
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Wasi walks over from the south, wielding a jagged-edged rigging knife in his right hand.
You say, "They are all following Paldeo!" [in Sirdabi]
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Aisha.
A foggy strange beast challenges you with a seething rasp!
A monstrous mottled creature challenges you with a seething rasp!
A mottled strange beast challenges you with a seething rasp!
A ghostlike strange beast challenges you with a seething rasp!
Blood trickles from faint claw-marks on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left hand, gradually clotting into a scab.
Blood seeps from claw-marks on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's right leg.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
Blood trickles from a skin-breaking bite mark on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's stomach, gradually clotting into a scab.
Blood trickles from a small and shallow gash on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's stomach, gradually clotting into a scab.
Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha shifts aggressively towards a foggy strange beast.
Aisha stab with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The stab impacts tremendously upon a foggy strange beast's eyes. A truly critical jab!
Within a foggy strange beast's eyes, a a massive rent appears.
A foggy strange beast quakes with exertion, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Wasi shouts, "SHITE! THE ARTIST!" [in Sirdabi]
You have emoted: Ighlaf doesn't stop dragging Paldeo as they try to frantically move his unconscious body.
You have emoted: Ighlaf doesn't stop dragging an indecently-exposed Paldeo as they try to frantically move his unconscious body.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Tekra runs over from the south, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Ziyad runs over from the south, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand.
Tekra moves into a position to try to guard you.
Blood seeps from a skin-breaking bite mark on Tekra's mouth.
Blood seeps from a livid gash on Tekra's left arm.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Tekra's left foot.
(At the general area): Ziyad takes stock of you.
(At the general area): Ziyad takes stock of Tekra.
Ziyad shifts his fist and brandishes a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his fist.
You say, "I'm going to try to run again, get him away. They keep following us." [in Sirdabi]
(At the general area): Ziyad takes stock of an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
The sun is bright against the unmarred blue of the heavens, bathing the world in warm golden light.
"Get him out of here!" [in Ruvic] Aisha insists.
(At the general area): Ziyad scans northeast.
(At the general area): Ziyad scans north.
(At the general area): Ziyad scans northwest.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo wakes up, held by you.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo struggles against your hold, and successfully frees himself.
You release an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo grasps bloodily to your shoulder and struggles to understand the situation, looking around in the chaos at the ominous surrounding mist with its snarling creatures.
(At the southward direction): An indecently-exposed Paldeo squints northwest.
(At the southward direction): An indecently-exposed Paldeo squints north.
(At the southward direction): An indecently-exposed Paldeo squints south.
A monstrous mottled creature goes to move near the southward direction, joining you and an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
A mottled strange beast goes to move near the southward direction, joining a small crowd.
A ghostlike strange beast goes to move near the southward direction, joining a small crowd.
A foggy strange beast goes to move near the southward direction, joining a small crowd.
Tekra rushes towards south in a tackle of a foggy strange beast.
Tekra lands upon a foggy strange beast.
A foggy strange beast is knocked over by Tekra's tackle and both tumble to the ground.
"We need to regroup and treat the injured," [in Ruvic] Ziyad states, squinting through the mists as he tries to reorient himself.
Wasi tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous mottled creature lashes out towards your right leg with vicious claws.
The claw lands over your right leg.
Blood begins flowing from your right leg.
You have emoted: Ighlaf easily loses their grasp on an indecently-exposed Paldeo as he wakes, "Fucking too many." [in Sirdabi]
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid walks over from the north, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid shouts, "SAHAR." [in Irzali]
Out of Character: You rolled will at hard difficulty and the result was a pass.
Ziyad goes to stand near the southward direction, joining a large crowd.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a mottled strange beast crashes a powerful blow at your left arm.
The slam lands over your left arm.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a ghostlike strange beast crashes a powerful blow at your right arm.
The slam lands over your right arm.
A foggy strange beast struggles to rise, but cannot.
A foggy strange beast visibly struggles to remain conscious.
You glance around swiftly for an escape.
A ghostlike strange beast is able to move swiftly enough to intercept you.
Ziyad moves into a position to try to guard you.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid moves into a position to try to guard you.
Ziyad leans back subtly.
A foggy strange beast nearly collapses, but determinedly carries on.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a monstrous mottled creature creeps over from the northwest, fixated on its prey.
You have emoted: Ighlaf grits their teeth bracing as the creatures begin to move against them, muffled sounds leaving them.
A shout in a boisterous baritone can be heard from the northward direction.
"BE BANISHED BACK TO THE HELL YOU CAME OUT OF, BEAST!" [in Ruvic]
A monstrous mottled creature slowly scans the surroundings, with a sense of ominous intent.
A monstrous mottled creature challenges you with a seething rasp!
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid staggers through the mist towards the others, a sleek slender sword raised. "Sahar," [in Irzali] he calls again, voice raised in something like desperation.
A monstrous mottled creature disintegrates slowly towards once side, then solidifies with a malicious snarl that is felt more than heard.
You peer northeast...
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and southwest
The air is warm beneath a cloudless blue sweep of sky.
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
The grey mist presses in confusingly on all sides. Landmarks become impossible to define. A crooked cragpine is a gloamy shadow, a tufted hill is a stumbling block. The meadow, the forest, the rocks of the coast... Where the land ends and the sky begins is blurred here; all an insurmountable mass of oppressive mists...
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Ziyad hurriedly tries to intercept one of the creatures, while holding himself defensively with his gaze fixed on sharp claws.
A monstrous mottled creature goes to move near the northwestward direction, joining Aisha.
Blood seeps from claw-marks on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's right leg.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo draws a leather-hilted broadsword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's eyes.
The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous mottled creature's eyes. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous mottled creature's eyes, a a tremendous gap appears.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo launches himself in a desperate offense on the nearest creature, blood splashing from his burnt and torn garments. His pale buttcheeks shine in the mist.
Tekra shouts, "IS EVERYONE TOGETHER!? REGROUP!" [in Ruvic]
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
The bite is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a mottled strange beast's attack!
The slam connects upon Ziyad's right eye.
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a ghostlike strange beast's attack!
The slam is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
A foggy strange beast struggles to rise.
A foggy strange beast gets up and stands near the southward direction, twisting upright in a mad recovery.
Ziyad swings a kick towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The kick flies wide.
You get out a small utilitarian knife from a rugged zharalhide mizuda in your possession.
A monstrous mottled creature lashes out towards Aisha's back with vicious claws.
The claw lands over Aisha's back.
Blood is flowing from Aisha's back.
Aisha stumbles, but stays on her feet through sheer force of will.
A foggy strange beast visibly struggles to remain conscious.
A shout in a boisterous baritone breaks out from the northward direction.
"ELDER FIROOZY AND I ARE HERE!" [in Ruvic]
(At the general area): Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid scans north.
You scan north...
Looking to the way north, you can see...
[The Wayfare, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: southwest, southeast, south, northwest, and north
Further, there is:
[Ensorian Countryside, Lost in the Mist]
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, west, southeast, and south
You can't see any further.
Ziyad hisses softly as he reels backwards from a blow to the face, blinking repeatedly to clear suddenly tearing eyes.
Aisha yelps as claws dig into her back, twirling around to face the creature.
Tekra shouts, "COME! TO-TOGETHER!" [in Ruvic]
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
The claw is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a mottled strange beast's attack!
The bite is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Ziyad moves to defend you, intercepting a ghostlike strange beast's attack!
The bite is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Aisha's back.
Aisha stab with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous mottled creature's arms.
The stab only grazes past.
Within a monstrous mottled creature's stomach, a an open gap appears.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's back.
The slash barely clips by.
Within a monstrous mottled creature's back, a a long gap appears.
Ziyad frantically starts parrying the claws coming at him with a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood, stumbling backwards each time he narrowly turns them aside.
A monstrous mottled creature opens a maw full of jagged teeth that surge together over Aisha's right hand.
The bite connects upon Aisha's right hand.
Blood is flowing from Aisha's right hand.
Aisha wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
A foggy strange beast almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Wasi goes to stand by the northwestward direction, joining Aisha and a monstrous mottled creature.
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Aisha.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Tighearnach walks over from the south, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Kinsa walks over from the south, wielding a wood-handled hatchet in her right hand.
You shift aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on your right leg.
You aim a punch at a monstrous mottled creature's legs.
The punch lands with a heavy thud upon a monstrous mottled creature's legs.
Within a monstrous mottled creature's legs, a an open gap appears.
A foggy strange beast challenges Tighearnach with a seething rasp!
A monstrous mottled creature challenges Tighearnach with a seething rasp!
A mottled strange beast challenges Tighearnach with a seething rasp!
A ghostlike strange beast challenges Tighearnach with a seething rasp!
A monstrous mottled creature challenges Tighearnach with a seething rasp!
Kinsa starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A monstrous mottled creature goes to move near the general area, joining Tighearnach and Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
A mottled strange beast goes to move near the general area, joining a small crowd.
A ghostlike strange beast goes to move near the general area, joining a small crowd.
A monstrous mottled creature goes to move near the general area, joining a small crowd.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks over from the south, northeast, wielding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
Tighearnach starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Tighearnach draws a dark-hilted steel longsword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's head.
From a short distance, the slash lands a tremendous cut upon a monstrous mottled creature's head. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous mottled creature's head, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous mottled creature almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Kinsa remarks with surprise, "Huh." [in Ruvic with a sonorous contralto]
Tighearnach dashes in from the south, longsword at the ready and already sweeping from side to side, slicing into the first monster that comes at him.
A foggy strange beast goes to move near the northward direction, joining Tighearnach and Kinsa.
Tighearnach lands upon a monstrous mottled creature.
A monstrous mottled creature is knocked over by Tighearnach's tackle and both tumble to the ground.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
Tighearnach says, "Dionos! So many more. Is there no end to the beasts?" [in Ruvic]
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
A monstrous mottled creature visibly struggles to remain conscious.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a mottled strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Tighearnach's right leg.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo wavers for a moment, point of a leather-hilted broadsword embedding into the roots of mist-swathed meadow grass as he leans on it.
A ghostlike strange beast lashes out towards Tighearnach's left leg with vicious claws.
Firouzeh looks to the sky for some divine inspiration as she follows up behind Tighearnach, looking especially haggard.
A foggy strange beast goes to move near the general area, joining a large crowd.
A monstrous mottled creature lashes out towards Tighearnach's right arm with vicious claws.
Tekra struggles to rise.
Tekra gets up and stands near the southward direction.
Tekra tries to stop fighting.
Ziyad tries to stop fighting.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid goes to stand near the southward direction, joining a small crowd.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
Tekra visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Kinsa steps away from the northward direction, leaving.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
A monstrous mottled creature visibly struggles to remain conscious.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo lands upon a monstrous mottled creature.
A monstrous mottled creature is already lying down, and an indecently-exposed Paldeo's crouching tackle only closes the distance.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a mottled strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Tighearnach's chest.
A ghostlike strange beast lashes out towards Tighearnach's left leg with vicious claws.
A monstrous mottled creature opens a maw full of jagged teeth that surge together over Tighearnach's right leg.
Kinsa shifts aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
Kinsa steps up and gets stuck in, shaking her head a few times.
The slash cuts in earth-shatteringly upon a monstrous mottled creature's head. *CLASH!*
Within a monstrous mottled creature's head, a a great void appears.
A monstrous mottled creature's pupils keep losing focus.
You shift your grip and brandish a small utilitarian knife in your fist.
(At the general area): Firouzeh takes stock of Tekra.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
Aisha struggles to rise.
Aisha straightens to stand near the northwestward direction.
Aisha visibly struggles to remain conscious.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo then lunges at a monstrous mottled creature, and attempts to clumsily and wearily angle a leather-hilted broadsword around to stab it.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
Aisha goes to move within the general area, joining a large crowd.
Ziyad calls out when he notices the arrival of Kinsa, "Lioness! Thank the Dreamer! You're a sight for my eyes!" [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid goes to stand within the general area, joining a large crowd.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
Ziyad goes to stand near the general area, joining a large crowd.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a foggy strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Tighearnach's right leg.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo looks up at the sound of Kinsa, still wrestling with a monstrous mottled creature.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid draws a sleek slender sword through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's back.
The slash barely clips by.
Within a foggy strange beast's eyes, a a yawning gap appears.
A foggy strange beast almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid slashes with a sleek slender sword towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The slash misses.
A monstrous mottled creature goes limp.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, a monstrous pale creature glides over from the north, fixated on its prey.
A monstrous pale creature lifts as if listening to unseen whispers in the mist.
Aisha coughs, barely managing to wander over to one of the creatures.
A monstrous pale creature slowly scans the surroundings, with a sense of ominous intent.
A monstrous pale creature challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
Kinsa simply lets out a hearty laugh as she makes to press the fight to the beasts, "We've had worse than this!" [in Ruvic]
A monstrous pale creature disintegrates slowly towards once side, then solidifies with a malicious snarl that is felt more than heard.
Blood seeps from claw-marks on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's right leg.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on an indecently-exposed Paldeo's left leg.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on Aisha's right hand.
Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Aisha's back.
You try to stop fighting.
Firouzeh goes to stand near the southward direction, joining you and Tekra.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a mottled strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Tighearnach's chest.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a ghostlike strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Tighearnach's left leg.
A monstrous pale creature lashes out towards Aisha's right hand with vicious claws.
The claw connects upon Aisha's right hand.
Blood is trickling from Aisha's right hand.
Aisha wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid draws a sleek slender sword through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's head.
The slash lands a earth-shattering cut upon a monstrous mottled creature's head. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous mottled creature's head, a a tremendous gap appears.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous mottled creature goes slack and lifeless.
A monstrous mottled creature expires.
Disintegrating in a swirl of ethereal dust, a monstrous mottled creature is gone.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo gasps out the words, "Kill 'em! Kill 'em all!" [in Ruvic] through bloodied teeth.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid moves into a position to try to guard Tighearnach.
You go to stand within the general area, joining a large crowd.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid moves to defend Tighearnach, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
The bite lands over Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's right leg.
Blood begins flowing from Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's right leg.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
Ziyad falls in with Aisha.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
(At the southward direction): Firouzeh takes stock of Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Aisha struggles to rise.
Aisha straightens to stand within the general area.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on Aisha's right hand.
Blood trickles from shallow claw-marks on Aisha's right hand, gradually clotting into a scab.
Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous pale creature's head.
The slash only grazes past.
Within a monstrous pale creature's arms, a an open gap appears.
Tighearnach leans forward subtly.
Aisha visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Blood seeps from a skin-breaking bite mark on Tekra's mouth.
Blood seeps from a livid gash on Tekra's left arm.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Tekra's left foot.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo struggles to rise, but cannot.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo's pupils keep losing focus.
Wasi goes to stand by the general area, joining a large crowd.
Wasi tries to stop fighting.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid swings a sleek slender sword wildly at the creatures surrounding the group, staggering over towards Tighearnach, staggering to his knees instead. "Cursed creatures," [in Irzali] he breathes, struggling to try to get to his feet again.
Ziyad moves into a position to try to guard Aisha.
Wasi tells Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, "The Captain would be furious with me if I let you fall..." [in Sirdabi]
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo goes limp.
Being unconscious, an indecently-exposed Paldeo topples bonelessly over.
Ziyad moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous pale creature's attack!
The slam is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on Aisha's right hand.
Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Aisha's back.
Aisha stab with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous mottled creature's arms.
The stab cuts through thin air.
Aisha draws a bronze-handled jambiya through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's legs.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a monstrous mottled creature's legs. *ZANG!*
Within a monstrous mottled creature's legs, a a tremendous gap appears.
Ziyad pants softly as he moves closer to Aisha, swinging a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood to parry the blows from a snug pale-hued linen turban.
"She will be furious with me too," [in Sirdabi] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid says through gritted teeth, still trying to struggle up to his feet with a flitted look to Wasi, eyes wide with pain.
A monstrous pale creature challenges Ziyad with a seething rasp!
You put a pinewood fishing pole in a rugged zharalhide mizuda.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo visibly sinks into an even deeper sleep, dead to the world.
You try to pull at Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
An uncanny watchfulness lurks in the silent film of mist, tendrils of wetness reaching probing fingers through the clumps of grass.
Tendrils of wetness reaching probing fingers through the clumps of grass, an uncanny watchfulness lurks in the silent film of mist.
A monstrous pale creature lashes out towards Ziyad's back with vicious claws.
The claw lands over Ziyad's back.
Blood begins gushing from Ziyad's back.
Aisha takes a moment to regain her poise.
A foggy strange beast challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
Wasi shifts aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a monstrous mottled creature's head.
The slash misses.
A mottled strange beast challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
A ghostlike strange beast challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
A monstrous mottled creature challenges Aisha with a seething rasp!
Kinsa shifts aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
Kinsa draws a wood-handled hatchet through the air in a slash towards a monstrous mottled creature's arms.
The slash strikes earth-shatteringly true upon a monstrous mottled creature's arms. *ZANG!*
Within a monstrous mottled creature's arms, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous mottled creature wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
Ziyad moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
The bite is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
"We need to get out of here," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh insists through labored breaths.
Ziyad moves to defend Aisha, intercepting a monstrous mottled creature's attack!
The slam is parried by Ziyad, using a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood!
.
Wasi moves into a position to try to guard Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a monstrous mottled creature's legs.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a monstrous mottled creature's legs. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous mottled creature's legs, a a massive rent appears.
A monstrous mottled creature collapses.
You have emoted: Ighlaf doesn't manage to move Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid with their attempt, then glances to Paldeo's unconscious body.
(At the southward direction): Firouzeh peers south.
Tighearnach sits up on the ground.
Tighearnach straightens to stand within the general area.
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid struggles to rise, but cannot.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid visibly struggles to remain conscious.
You grip an indecently-exposed Paldeo firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Ziyad tries to stop fighting.
Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid's right leg.
Blood seeps from a skin-breaking bite mark on Tekra's mouth.
Blood seeps from a livid gash on Tekra's left arm.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Tekra's left foot.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on your right leg.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid focuses quietly.
Ziyad hisses loudly when claws rake into his back and blood starts to flow. "Is there a better defensively location where we can gather?" [in Ruvic] he asks tightly without taking his eyes off of the creatures.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Ziyad's left leg.
The slam lands over Ziyad's left leg.
Ziyad wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Kinsa shakes her head a few times, axe handily carving through whenever she lands a blow, "Too many injured!" [in Ruvic]
Ziyad struggles to rise.
Ziyad straightens to stand within the general area.
Tighearnach pushes himself back to his feet, raising his sword once again and fixing the monsters with a glare.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Ziyad's left leg.
The slam lands over Ziyad's left leg.
Ziyad wavers for a second and then falls to the the ground on both knees.
Ziyad visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Tighearnach shifts aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
Tighearnach slashes with a dark-hilted steel longsword towards a monstrous mottled creature's arms.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a monstrous mottled creature's arms. A truly critical slice!
Within a monstrous mottled creature's arms, a a tremendous gap appears.
A monstrous mottled creature's pupils keep losing focus.
"We--..." [in Ruvic] Aisha begins, wavering.
"South. Closer to escape," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh tells Ziyad as she moves toward Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
You have emoted: Ighlaf stands, gripping an indecently-exposed Paldeo, "All I can think is southward!" [in Sirdabi]
A monstrous pale creature lashes out towards Ziyad's right hand with vicious claws.
The claw connects upon Ziyad's right hand.
Ziyad collapses.
Firouzeh approaches the general area.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a foggy strange beast's legs.
The slash cuts through thin air.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's back.
The slash misses.
Kinsa sings in a sonorous contralto,
"I will not lay me down, this rain a-raging
I will not lay me down, in such a storm!" [in Ruvic]
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid seems bolstered by something.
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Ziyad's right hand.
The slam connects upon Ziyad's right hand.
Ziyad visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Tekra blinks.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid struggles to rise.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid straightens to stand within the general area.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid visibly struggles to remain conscious.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's back.
The slash cuts through thin air.
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Ziyad struggles to rise, but cannot.
Ziyad visibly struggles to remain conscious.
With a whip of its terrible tail, a monstrous pale creature crashes a powerful blow at Ziyad's left leg.
The slam lands over Ziyad's left leg.
--* CRACK! *--
Ziyad's pupils keep losing focus.
The stress causes well-made woad-blue linen sirwaal to break.
Kinsa sings in a sonorous contralto,
"For this night be a test, I shall not get my rest
Until we reach another sho-ore!" [in Ruvic]
A monstrous mottled creature struggles to rise, but cannot.
Tekra looks around, an expression of desperation filling that usually-stoic face.
You place an indecently-exposed Paldeo on the ground.
You release an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
An indecently-exposed Paldeo collapses in a heap near you.
A monstrous mottled creature goes limp.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The slash flies wide.
You grip an indecently-exposed Ziyad firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Blood seeps from a skin-breaking bite mark on Tekra's mouth.
Blood seeps from a livid gash on Tekra's left arm.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Tekra's left foot.
Firouzeh puts a brass-capped reed cane in a wicker basket.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you run south, north, dragging an indecently-exposed Ziyad and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
An indecently-exposed Ziyad's frame involuntarily slackens.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you run south, north, dragging an indecently-exposed Ziyad and wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left.
An indecently-exposed Ziyad's frame involuntarily slackens.
You begin the journey towards the southwestward direction.
[The Wayfare, At the Edge of a Misty Cragpine Grove]
The pines surrounding the road are bent and twisted, hunkering down as if sheltering from the wind that must sometimes blow from the distant sea cliffs to the east. Beneath their reaching boughs, the path is covered in a fine coat of soft old needles. Cracked old cones and undergrowth creeps in at the sides, along with the slow yet ominous reach of fog from the north, where the trees give way to a meadow.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, near the northward direction. An indecently-exposed Ziyad is held by you here, fighting on you, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand and holding well-made woad-blue linen sirwaal in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is slightly damp and speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest, southwest, and north
First, you stop traveling...
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on your right leg.
You place an indecently-exposed Ziyad on the ground.
You release an indecently-exposed Ziyad.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you run north, north, wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left hand.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you walk north, north, wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left hand.
Firouzeh picks an indecently-exposed Paldeo up and carries him in both her arms.
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
an indecently-exposed Paldeo sleeps here.
Also here are a foggy strange beast, a mottled strange beast, a ghostlike strange beast, and a monstrous pale creature. Aisha is standing here, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. Wasi is standing here, wielding a jagged-edged rigging knife in his right hand. Tekra is standing at the southward direction, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is standing here, fighting, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. A monstrous mottled creature is sprawled on the ground. Tighearnach is standing here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Kinsa is taking up more space than she needs to, wielding a wood-handled hatchet in her right hand. Firouzeh is standing near the southward direction, carrying a ruggedly burn-scarred middle-aged man in her arms.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is spattered with blood.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
A grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment shows up out of the depths of the mist, with a no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes at the center of a vanguard, wielding a glowing ethereal light from which the creeping tendrils seethe away! They seem to be protecting a cluster of disheveled delegates.
A no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes's filigreed Mistwatch pole lantern pulses unsteadily.
A foggy strange beast howls as the mistlight cuts an aggravated swathe through its legs.
A mottled strange beast gives an inhuman screech of agony as the light rends through the mist upon its arms.
The light sears across a ghostlike strange beast's eyes with a hissing scar through the mist, causing an eerie shriek of pain.
A monstrous mottled creature gives an inhuman screech of agony as the light rends through the mist upon its head.
The light sears across a monstrous pale creature's stomach with a hissing scar through the mist, causing an eerie shriek of pain.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's back.
The slash cuts in tremendously upon a foggy strange beast's back. *CLASH!*
Within a foggy strange beast's back, a a massive rent appears.
A foggy strange beast wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
Tighearnach inhales and then exhales.
Firouzeh starts towards the southward direction. (Stand - near the southward direction -)
Firouzeh grunts as she lifts up an indecently-exposed Paldeo and then staggers south.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The slash only grazes past.
Within a foggy strange beast's legs, a a gap appears.
A foggy strange beast collapses.
A monstrous pale creature challenges Firouzeh with a seething rasp!
The sergeant of a grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment nods sharply to a no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes. "We will fight!" [in Ruvic with a local accent]
A grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment stands down.
You move into a position to try to guard Firouzeh
You will now try to guard Firouzeh, if you're close enough.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's arms.
The slash lands a harsh cut upon a foggy strange beast's arms.
Within a foggy strange beast's arms, a a yawning void appears.
A foggy strange beast's pupils keep losing focus.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a foggy strange beast's legs.
The slash cuts in heavily upon a foggy strange beast's legs.
Within a foggy strange beast's legs, a a large void appears.
Tekra tries to stop fighting.
A monstrous pale creature goes to move near the southward direction, joining a small crowd.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh charges south, northeast, carrying an indecently-exposed Paldeo in her arms.
You try to stop fighting.
Wasi slashes with a jagged-edged rigging knife towards a foggy strange beast's eyes.
The slash strikes heavily true upon a foggy strange beast's eyes.
Within a foggy strange beast's eyes, a a splitting rent appears.
You glance around swiftly for an escape.
Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
Wasi draws a jagged-edged rigging knife through the air in a slash towards a foggy strange beast's legs.
The slash strikes heavily true upon a foggy strange beast's legs.
Within a foggy strange beast's legs, a a large void appears.
A foggy strange beast goes limp.
Wasi tries to stop fighting.
Warm breezes blow through the air, pleasantly relieving the heat from the sun.
Forging through the icy fog, you run south, north, wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left hand.
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the northward direction.
"MISTWATCH!" [in Ruvic]
You peer south...
[The Wayfare, At the Edge of a Misty Cragpine Grove]
The pines surrounding the road are bent and twisted, hunkering down as if sheltering from the wind that must sometimes blow from the distant sea cliffs to the east. Beneath their reaching boughs, the path is covered in a fine coat of soft old needles. Cracked old cones and undergrowth creeps in at the sides, along with the slow yet ominous reach of fog from the north, where the trees give way to a meadow.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, near the northward direction. An indecently-exposed Ziyad is asleep here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand and holding well-made woad-blue linen sirwaal in his left hand.
Fog glistens in the freezing cold daylight. The area is slightly damp and speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest, southwest, and north
[The Wayfare, In a Misty Meadow]
The broad path winds through a meadow here. Great clumps of heather and grass grows to either side of the road, but a dense cloud of mist occupied a wide swathe of the northern surroundings. It presses in oppressively, reaching cloudy fingers into the southern grove of twisted pines.
an indecently-exposed Paldeo sleeps here.
Firouzeh is here, carrying a ruggedly burn-scarred middle-aged man in her arms.
Fog glistens in the freezing cold daylight. The area is speckled lightly with blood.
Cardinal Exits: west, south, and north
Forging through the icy fog, a monstrous pale creature charges over from the north.
You begin to watch the general direction of northward.
A monstrous pale creature suddenly fades away into thin air.
Terrible suspense fills the air as a monstrous pale creature searches the surroundings with a roving stare.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on your right leg.
Moving towards the southward direction, Firouzeh leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
You say, "Fuck." [in Sirdabi]
You scan the area carefully.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: "-t l-st," [in Ruvic] Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid calls to a grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment, barely standing. "W- m-st g-t o-t of h-r-, r-t-rn to St. Loomis." [in Ruvic]
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Also here are a mottled strange beast and a ghostlike strange beast. Aisha is standing here, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. A foggy strange beast is sprawled on the ground. Wasi is standing here, wielding a jagged-edged rigging knife in his right hand. Tekra is standing at the southward direction, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is standing here, fighting, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. A monstrous mottled creature is asleep here. Tighearnach is standing here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Kinsa is taking up more space than she needs to, wielding a wood-handled hatchet in her right hand. A no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes is riding here, wielding a filigreed Mistwatch pole lantern in her right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is spattered with blood.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
A grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment is on offensive against a monstrous mottled creature.
A disheveled delegation of important people cluster here.
Firouzeh echos "Fuck." [in Ruvic]
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
You peer north...
[The Wayfare, At the Borders of Encroaching Mist]
The beaten path of the Wayfare continues here, but the surrounding meadow is flocked by such thick mist that it begins to obscure the very ground not even three steps ahead.
Also here are a mottled strange beast and a ghostlike strange beast. Aisha is standing here, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand. A foggy strange beast is sprawled on the ground. Wasi is standing here, wielding a jagged-edged rigging knife in his right hand. Tekra is standing at the southward direction, wielding a small utilitarian knife in his right hand. Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid is standing here, fighting, wielding a sleek slender sword in his left hand. A monstrous mottled creature is asleep here. Tighearnach is standing here, wielding a dark-hilted steel longsword in his right hand and a long-stemmed iron key in his left hand. Kinsa is taking up more space than she needs to, wielding a wood-handled hatchet in her right hand. A no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes is riding here, wielding a filigreed Mistwatch pole lantern in her right hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is spattered with blood.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, northeast, and northwest
A grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment is on offensive against a monstrous mottled creature.
A disheveled delegation of important people cluster here.
You say, "I left Ziyad southwards." [in Sirdabi]
Firouzeh starts towards the southward direction. (Stand - near the southward direction -)
You go to stand near the southward direction, joining Firouzeh and an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, you run south, north, wielding a small utilitarian knife in your left hand.
[The Wayfare, At the Edge of a Misty Cragpine Grove]
The pines surrounding the road are bent and twisted, hunkering down as if sheltering from the wind that must sometimes blow from the distant sea cliffs to the east. Beneath their reaching boughs, the path is covered in a fine coat of soft old needles. Cracked old cones and undergrowth creeps in at the sides, along with the slow yet ominous reach of fog from the north, where the trees give way to a meadow.
A roan rouncy with a friendly expression is swatting a flank with her tail, near the northward direction. An indecently-exposed Ziyad is asleep here, wielding a polished, sea-sanded hunk of driftwood in his right hand and holding well-made woad-blue linen sirwaal in his left hand.
Reaching tendrils of mist slinks about the periphery of the day. The area is slightly damp and spattered with blood.
Cardinal Exits: northwest, southwest, and north
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Firouzeh glances around swiftly for an escape.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Aisha tries to stop fighting.
Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on your right leg.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks south, northeast, carrying an indecently-exposed Paldeo in her arms.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks over from the north, northeast, carrying an indecently-exposed Paldeo in her arms.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa tries to stop fighting.
Firouzeh places an indecently-exposed Paldeo on the ground.
Firouzeh shouts, "BRING THE INJURED SOUTH." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): Firouzeh takes stock of an indecently-exposed Ziyad.
(Quietly): Firouzeh takes stock of an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid tries to stop fighting.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Tekra looks around as the enemies seem to be mostly held at bay by a grimly-armored Mistwatch regiment.
"Ziyad has a broken leg," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh murmurs, not quite settling. To you, she advises, "Stay here with them and check for bleeding wounds. I'm going back for others." [in Ruvic]
You have emoted: Ighlaf murmurs to Firouzeh, "I think we can't tend their injuries until we are far away from here." [in Sirdabi] They nod.
"Stitch the bleeding if you can," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh says.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh runs north, northeast.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh runs over from the south, northeast.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: (Quietly): Firouzeh peers north.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes shouts out in a slightly reedy yet still powerful voice, "--S------, -- --! ---- ---- ----!" [in Ruvic with a crisp mezzo-soprano]
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A ghostlike strange beast challenges a no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes with a seething rasp!
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The ethereal warmth of a no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes's filigreed Mistwatch pole lantern grants a steadfast shining presence.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The light sears across a foggy strange beast's arms with a hissing scar through the mist, causing an eerie shriek of pain.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A mottled strange beast gives an inhuman screech of agony as the light rends through the mist upon its arms.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The light sears across a ghostlike strange beast's stomach with a hissing scar through the mist, causing an eerie shriek of pain.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The light sears across a monstrous mottled creature's head with a hissing scar through the mist, causing an eerie shriek of pain.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa remains in hale health- benefits of being a latecomer- standing fast and firm against the mist.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa shifts aggressively towards a ghostlike strange beast.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa slashes with a wood-handled hatchet towards a ghostlike strange beast's back.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The slash slices in with a earth-shattering blow upon a ghostlike strange beast's back. A truly critical slice!
Within a ghostlike strange beast's back, a a massive rent appears.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A ghostlike strange beast wavers for a second and then collapses to the ground.
At a short distance toward the northward direction, you see: Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks south, northeast.
Amidst the ominously quiet mist, Firouzeh walks over from the north, northeast.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: With a whip of its terrible tail, a ghostlike strange beast crashes a powerful blow at Kinsa's back.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The slam lands over Kinsa's back.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Tekra gapes on as the light of a no-nonsense woman with shell pink eyes's lantern tears through the incorporeal bodies of the remaining monsters that surround the party.
An indecently-exposed Ziyad wakes up, lying on the ground.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa draws a wood-handled hatchet through the air in a slash towards a ghostlike strange beast's arms.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The slash lands a tremendous cut upon a ghostlike strange beast's arms. A truly critical slice!
Within a ghostlike strange beast's arms, a a great void appears.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A ghostlike strange beast collapses.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Aisha shifts aggressively towards a monstrous mottled creature.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Blood seeps from an inch-deep puncture on Aisha's right hand.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Blood gushes from a livid gash on Aisha's left hand.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Blood gushes from claw-marks on Aisha's right leg.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Blood seeps from shallow claw-marks on Aisha's back.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Aisha stab with a bronze-handled jambiya towards a monstrous mottled creature's back.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: The stab impacts tremendously upon a monstrous mottled creature's back. A truly critical jab!
Within a monstrous mottled creature's back, a a massive rent appears.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A monstrous mottled creature's breathing grows shallower.
A shout in a lilting, honeyed tenor breaks out from the northwestward direction.
"SAHAR." [in Ruvic]
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Ariziya Zakil Sezani Al-Kazid shouts, "S----." [in Ruvic]
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Within a mottled strange beast's head, a a gaping void appears.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A mottled strange beast almost collapses, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Within a mottled strange beast's head, a a yawning gap appears.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: A mottled strange beast quakes with exertion, but stays poised through sheer force of will.
"No one else is down," [in Ruvic] Firouzeh murmurs, crouching down next to an indecently-exposed Paldeo.
At mid-distant range toward the northward direction, you see: Kinsa roars out a laugh as she fights, finally catching a blow and just powering through it.
