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  1. I've not yet decided if I want to return to this game or not, but I figured I would ask first if that door is still open or not. ... That wasn't phrased as a question ... Is the door still open to come back if I decide I would like to? ... there, interrogative, better
  2. The team can all hear each other, but the only private conversations would be between Gary and somebody else since Gary is the controller/hub. Its also rapid now taking 10% of the normal time to pass information. His comms were always part of his array and would go down when he used his other mental powers, so that's unchanged.
  3. Sorry, I've been busy. I'm still waiting for my last post to be resolved so I'm not going to be posting again. I'll wait for you.
  4. "There is no need of that. I welcome my end as a freedom from this life." Ausar did seem pleased, and even Gral wore a grin; clearly there was more to the situation than Sur knew or understood. "Ah yes," Ausar said in reply to Drage's comment, "I wish I could help you more, but since I know not what your eye sees, I cannot advise you further. I suggest that you be wary. If it bodes ill, as you believe, it will likely not be a journey undertaken lightly." The man stood up, "I can offer only my services or wares if you have need before you go, or when you return." "And I can only offer a blessing to go with the Light. If you go into darkness, may it offer you some protection." Gral laid his hands on each in turn and chanted a small benediction. "May you find the answers you seek, and return in safety." Blessing The blessing will function as a Luck point for this Arc in the same way that the Luck Advantage does.
  5. I'm awarding Drage a HP for playing through his hatred of undead. I'll catch Sur up soon
  6. Ausar waived his hand, "It is nothing. A personal matter, a glimpse into my future. I am sure it has nothing to do with this storm you saw." He took another drink, he looked uncertain, pale, but also excited. The constant calm, and almost aloof state of poise that Ausar had show previously was missing, whatever the vision was had shaken him to the core. Surprisingly it was not Drage, nor Sur, or even Gral, that broke the silence. "Father? Are you well?" There was no mistaking the hint of worry in Haru's voice, even despite the hollow quality of the dead woman's voice. Ausar looked up at his daughter, and the others could see an impression of immense age and world weariness. Haru looked as though her bones were decades or more without flesh, but suddenly Ausar gave the impression that he was truly aged enough for that to be possible. "I am to die daughter," he said, and to the surprise of the others he smiled, and tears welled in his eyes. "After so long, I know not at least that my exile will end someday."
  7. "Sur has the right philosophy, there are many gods and they teach many things, no one is more correct than another." Gral's grin faded as he saw Drage's expression, "I am sorry I should not have laughed, but you would do well to see the folly of your argument. The gifts of necromancy that the Reaper have given the Anupans is no more or less natural than your own abilities granted by the Twins, or the knowledge of Prophecy that the Skrofan Gyre Master's possess." The old monk shrugged, "But your beliefs are your own, and I cannot change them. Only you can do that, and only if you wish." After some time Haru returned, "My father will be with you shortly, is there anything else I can get you?" "No, thank you, we have enough. Your hospitality honors us." Gral's reply was oddly formal, and in return the skeletal woman merely inclined her head in a slight bow. Without flesh there was no expression to be read, and the woman could as easily been furious as pleased, or otherwise. Gral turned back to the others, "If the Twins will it we will learn what your vision has beheld." Ausar's footsteps preceded him. He sat slowly, looking tired, and poured himself a glass of the cold beverage. After drinking it down he sighed, "There is something to be said for a cold drink on a warm day, but I would welcome a cessation to this weather." He placed the gems onto the table and stared at them as though both had offended him. "They are unknown to me, impenetrable. Only the gods or the First could weave an enchantment such as this. If the jewel would grant visions to any but you I believe it would need to be worn as an eye to do so, as you do. The pearl however showed me something of the future, though I know not if it must come to pass, or only may do so." He shook his head, "All of my knowledge, and I cannot lend you answers that you did not have when you came here. I am sorry."
  8. Gral laughed uproariously. After a while he finally subsided, "My friend, you don't understand at all do you? The Reaper himself taught the Anupans mastery of the dead. So says their religion at any rate. Haru or Asuar would be better suited to tell you in full their beliefs, but suffice to say that, to them, necromancy is little different than the healing touch the Twins provide you, or the Truthsense of a devout of Ankassar." The monk shook his head, "It took me time to find the humanity in their kind, but they are little different from you or I once you get past the state of their being." He gestured with a slice of cheese, "And their rumored immortality is not what it seems, the enchantments that bind soul to bones does not last forever, even the Honored Dead join their lord in the afterlife in time."
  9. The Anupan accepted the two gems, "I was certain that we removed all trace of chaos, but perhaps some residue remains. Or there may have been an unforeseen effect of the cleansing, it is rare that the item ... bah, never you mind, I will check them. Thoroughly. Haru, my guests are no doubt hot and thirsty, could you prepare some repast for them and see to their comfort while I work?" Ausar's daughter inclined her head, "As you wish father." A skeletal hand gestured to the stairs leading up to the second floor, "Please follow me." She proceeded them up the stairs, moving silently. The second floor was open, with stairs to a third floor beside the stairs they came up. There was a small kitchen area where a fireplace sat cold, and on the opposite side of the space a fat iron kettle stove likewise sat unused. There were bookcases on every wall where a window was not, and low cushions and pillows were gathered into clusters, apparently seating was done on the floor and not in chairs. A low broad table with short legs sat in the center of the room with more cushions and pillows surrounding it; a meal table apparently. Seeing Drage's sour expression Gral whispered, "I am aware of your dislike of the Anupan people, unwarranted though it may be by their actions and predicated only by their appearance, but remember that you are a guest here." He smiled and sat down, taking a pile of cushions near the table, and gesturing for the other two to do the same. Haru moved into the kitchen area and busied herself there for a few moments. Presently she returned, a tray was placed onto the table with a pitcher of pale yellow liquid. The glass pitcher itself was graven with runes and coated in a layer of thin frost, as were the four glasses placed on the tray. There was a small cutting board with dried meat and cheese and some thin bread as well. "Please enjoy, father will be with you soon I imagine. If you have need of me call." With that the Honored One left them, going down to the store below once again, perhaps to aid her father. Gral did not wait a moment more, quickly pouring some of the drink into three of the glasses he passed one each to Sur and Drage before taking one up himself. The glasses were cold to the touch, not uncomfortably so, but it seemed an arctic chill after the weeks of heat and still humidity. The drink was sour and sweet both, though moreso the former by far. It was cold as well, and refreshing, and tasted of the citra fruit that were used on ships to avoid yellowskin rot. After a drink, and a bit of the food Gral broke the silence, "Do you think you could find the source of this storm Drage? If it is dangerous, as you seem to think, and none but you can perceive it, there may be a clear and present need for your services once more."
  10. Init for the bad guys. Oh, and fuck you invisible castle ... 1d20+3=23
  11. Of course. Take care of your family & friends, this can sit pat for a bit, or I might reply to Sur's post. Thanks for the head's up, and hopefully things will be ok.
  12. I suggest the cold storage option. We haven't gotten going, and so there's really nothing lost but time spent on chargen (and most people enjoy that time anyways). Focus on the games that you have already going and whatever characters you may have until you can figure a way to get more time or to consolidate your time to allow you to run another game. No hard feelings here, and I'd rather see one game run well than two run at the expense of each other.
  13. Drudging through the streets to the Anupan's shop Drage almost wished that Sur would fly them there again. Almost. It was hot, and the walk seemed long especially for how quickly the flight had been the first time. Brother Gral walked slowly and as the walk lengthened Drage and Sur both saw signs of a mild limp in the cleric's gait. The man said nothing, but his pace seemed to match that of Drage's shorter legs perfectly. Only Sur found the pace odd, but it was easy enough to walk slowly, and one could almost lose themselves in thought, despite the heat, on a nice stroll. Within the hour they were walking the alley down to Ausar's shop, the chill of death and magic that most races called unnatural sent shivers up their spines, shivers that never touched the sweltering heat. The limited shade did however, and even that slight cooling made the alley seem practically cold by comparison. The effect was impressive, whether it was intentional or not. The shop itself was unchanged, just as they remembered it from before; dimly lit and full of a bizarre assortment of magical items both necromantic and otherwise. The lich, Ausar's daughter, sat behind the same desk, pouring over some kind of text or another, possibly the same one as a week before. It came to mind for both Drage and Sur that Ausar seemed young for a man to have a daughter who appeared so aged, even as a lich. The skeletal "woman" looked up and the men somehow caught the impression of a resigned sigh from the figure as it rose and glided to the stair. "I will tell my father you are here." Ausar came down shortly, still looking for all intents like a man in the mid-point of his life, one who should have children in their adolescence and not one reanimated as a skeleton that looked long dead. "Brother Gral, and friends Sur and Drage," his voice seemed pleasant enough. "What brings you to my shop once more, I trust that there is not another infection of corruption to be purged, I am afraid I used all of the Elantine that you secured for me sequestering the last taint." Gral shook his head, "Drage's eye is showing him visions of a great storm. I assured them that the chaos was purged from both gems but ..." Ausar frowned, "Indeed, this should not be. May I see it? Was this storm the first vision that it gave you?" He looked at Sur suddenly, "And you? What brings you here? Is your pearl levitating objects perhaps? Or are you just here with your friend?"
  14. Yeah, that's just a template. Perrin was the example because the only two other Wolfbrothers we know are Elyas (who does get seem after EotW for a while) and Noam, who was bugnuts. So Perrin becomes our default example. I should really go back in an edit, I totally forgot to discuss complications, specifically losing oneself to the Wolf.