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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 11:48 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 1:16 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 3:30 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 7:54 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 9:16 pm
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Abigail (Abby) Morgan![User Image](https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v331/freeformcanon/AbbyFG_zpscv9q26zf.jpg)
"Very well then, Twyla will take first watch, I'll stand second watch with Revenge, Valac will take third and Kuori can keep a watchful eye from then until morning. With this many people, watches will only need to be about two hours or so to get through the night. But first let us all get something to eat. I did some shopping the night before we left."
From a chest in her wagon, Abby would produce a collection of tubers and vegetables. She would then turn to Petra, who for the first time during this trip, had removed her hood to reveal her more reptilian aspects. "Petra, would you be so kind as to gather some wood?" Petra would nod and scamper off to collect pieces from around the top of the hill while Abby began to cheerily peel and chop up the vegetables.
Before long, and with a little help from the rest of the party, a roaring campfire fire was set up at the center of the hill and Abby began to cook vegetable stew. The sun set quickly and just as the last light faded to darkness, Abby announced the food was ready to eat.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 3:46 pm
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 5:54 pm
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:47 pm
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Twyla, having first watch, tried hard to keep her energy levels up. She sat at the fire with her bowl of vegetable stew (which, she was a little sad to see, contained only vegetables) and began to tell little stories about her life back among nobles in the courts.
The mood around the fire was a little solemn and restrained. Lack of drink, thought Twyla. Her stories didn't go over as well when no one was liquored up. She ended up just pulling out her harp and practicing. At first she "practiced" the songs she knew she was best at, to look as impressive as possible, but gradually she fell to working on a new song in Elvish she'd made up about an Ettin crashing a festival. It was a pretty lively tune, and she realized abruptly that she'd have to stop as the night drew on, and it became time for her watch.
As the fire dwindled and the others began to prepare for sleep, Twyla looked out into the darkness and tried not to think about what might be out there.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 1:51 am
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Once she had seen everyone else had been served, Abby would make herself her own bowl and sit next to Revenge around the campfire. The soup was quite good as the vegetables must have been fresh out of the ground only the day before. Abby would cuddle up as close to her husband as his plate mail would allow and attempt to make conversation with him, though she seemed unsure what to talk about. She mostly talked about her life with Petra in town during the past few weeks.
At some point Petra would wander up to the couple. After an awkward moment of silence, she would say, "...So, I know I was going to sleep in the wagon with you, Abby... but I think I would rather sleep under the stars tonight; it's been a while since I have been able to freely be outside. I kind of want to enjoy it." Petra would cast a sideways glance at Revenge. "So, uh, I hope you don't mind."
This news seem to come as a bit of a surprise to Abby, who would simply respond. "Oh, ok. Whatever makes you happy." Abby would finish up the rest of her meal then announce she would be retiring for the night. She would pause for a moment, then lean in and give Revenge a quick kiss on the cheek. Looking embarrassed, she would then move off to the wagon and disappear inside through the flaps of the cover.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:54 pm
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Revenge would give a concerned look to Petra, though he seemed to internally relent pretty quickly. "Stay where someone can see you at all times, okay? And make some noise if you feel you're in danger at any point. While I'm sure you can take care of yourself," he would say, forcing a smirk, "Think of the rest of us who might be caught unprepared."
After the kiss on the cheek from Abby, he did avert his gaze somewhat, but he did genuinely smile to himself. "I suppose I'll see most of you in the morning. Good night." He would turn and follow Abby towards the wagon.
Once inside, he would say to Abby, "I could use a hand removing this armor. I don't understand how most fighters can sleep in this stuff, let alone be comfortable." Lowering his voice slightly, mainly out of consideration to the others, he would add, "I have something of a confession to make." He would frown sadly upon uttering those words. When the armor-removing process began, either by his hand or Abby's, he would emphasize "It involves the kind of man I've become, and I'm dubious that you'll be happy."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 3:31 am
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 11:06 am
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Arc 1 Flying back into her rage, Corsica twists around and lashes out at S3 with her massive pincers. She catches the hapless soldier in both claws and lifts him high into the air. A malevolent glint flashes into Corsica's eyes (action point). Before the man even has a chance to scream, her claws pull in opposite directions and rip the soldier in half. She tosses the pieces of his body to the side and turns to the other Arian soldiers around her. Covered in blood, she smiles menacingly. "Who's next? It's time for you to face the monster you created!"
Arc 1 Ying looks at her sister. Her body is grievously wounded. A gash on her head bleeds into one of her eyes causing her to hold it shut. "No... I can't leave you. Everyone is fighting for us. We... we can win our freedom. I will not run." Ying climbs back to her feet. A fierce look of determination burns in her eyes. She turns to S15. She raises her centipede tail high in the air before bringing it crashing down on the solider, crushing him beneath it. Ying flinches, knowing she has just taken a life. She breathes heavily and mutters underneath her breath. "For my sister."
"During the fight where Kuori and the others protected Ying and Corsica from Aria... before I truly knew the truth that forced that engagement..." He paused. "I tried to strike down Corsica with my own weapon. I tried to encourage the other adventurers to do the same. There was so much... so much carnage. We had gone there to stop the girls ourselves, and we were outnumbered... it was the only thing I could think of at the time to save the most lives possible."
If given a chance to continue, he would say more. "The other adventurers didn't listen, of course. Partly because they knew I was wrong, partly because they were just as violent... I had to quickly abandon that plan. But knowing what I know now, I don't think I had made a bad decision at that time for my limited understanding in that moment. You should know that Naeem has become a man willing to put someone you care about to the sword if the situation was dire enough." He closed his eyes.
"I would do anything to prevent such unnecessary bloodshed."
Arc 2 Abby would respond to Kuori's question. "My magical abilities are mostly illusory in nature, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I can't take on an entire division of Arian soldiers..." Abby smiles for a moment "...Well, maybe I could, but I have no intention of finding out. Using my abilities is problematic and will draw more attention than I desire."
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