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Dragging feet out

Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2022 6:25 pm
by JIŘÍ
The small drowess got off boat and the whole world spinned.

She still had no clue, how she got back to the den in the Rockrun. The head filled with headache and memories were wildly vague, disrupted even more by rowing into Mist Lake Outpost.

She had to sit down on the embankment and breath slower, deeper for a time. She remembered that bardess....how did her brother called her? Bardess who's legs won't stop. She pulled gloves off and rubbed her faces, glaring into dark still water beneath. They listened to the songs, maybe she also sung on the stage.

Or maybe Zymth just put some mushroom dust into her drink again and it never happened. Opened bag and found the song sheet from Rose.

"No Luskan ale anymore, not ever," she moanned out, bracing herself to keep contents of her stomache inside.

Re: Dragging feet out

Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2022 6:23 pm
by JIŘÍ
When the Zaufin boasted, it hurt the pride and ego of the small woman sittin in silence in corner.

Leant against the wall she would listen to the cheering, gripping lips tightly. That war was not of hers. But the mere fact the slavers prevailed, disgusted her to the core.


In silence she slipped out of tavern and tightened weapon belt around waist. They were kicking each other into butts for too long, doing nothing but wiggling fingers while dangling feer over still waters of Mist Lake.

Lets add some spicy into their victory, she thought. And she knew how.

Re: Dragging feet out

Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2022 6:27 pm
by JIŘÍ
Both lingered in the outpost, waiting. Her companion impatient. Thinking they ignore her. But the young drow was fiddling with her amulet, reaching to others.

"We are ready for pick up in Mist Lake."

"We did not agree to that. Is this a trap? Fine, but i bring a backup."

Her lips just twitched in amusement.

Re: Dragging feet out

Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2022 6:32 pm
by JIŘÍ
The painting was finally handed into hands of Candlekeep same as the petittion.

The companion of hers went from a shock to a schock.

When was told she did not think enough ahead to grab a hood.

When was told they will attend some feast, if Rose-who-is-elf-purple-haired-not-Rose-of-Golden-goblet would approve.