Devotion Campaign Planning and Discussion Thread

[Shadani]

"Joy," Nihmri said. "More giants."

She seemed to consider something for a moment, then shook her head.

"Honestly, it's not the giants I'm actually worried about. Them, I think we can handle. Seemingly random rifts to the elemental plane of unpleasantness, on other hand..."

[smartalec]

Far from the wall and the cold and the thought of giants, another struggle was had. Suula had begged for a moment to change out of her chainmail, and was taking deep breaths, looking herself over in the polished electrum mirror in the bathing-room. She took in her undershirt and breeches, travelstained... and her spare robe that replaced them, rumpled and out of shape; her face red from cold, and her hair, ungovernable no matter how much she tried to smooth it out.

"Why, why, why... what's he see, what's he want, this is a mistake, he made a mistake..."

She'd gripped the sides of the basin, uncertainty rising... until an impulse took hold. Something flinty and hard, gripping her spirit, disgusted with her nervousness. From her pack, she pulled out the bottle of wine she'd found, uncorked it with her dagger, sniffed the neck, and took a swig. Slowly, her breath slowed.

"You can do this. It doesn't matter what she says, she's not here. You're not a crone, you're a bewitching princess, and you can shake the foundations of his world..."

She stared herself down. "Now. What would Lady Misfortune do?"

Slowly, she relaxed, her white-knuckled grip loosening... and she managed a smile. She gave herself a determined nod, and summoned a little haughty glamour. Her look gathered a hint of her familiar pride, and she stood tall, managing an ambiguous smile.

"Be the best mistake he'll ever make."

[Vanya Mia]

Whether the others thought morale was high at the wall or not, it seemed Shanni was determined to make sure it remained that way. The young Luck Bringer did everything she could to be sure that the guards on the wall knew she was present, and who she represented. Quickly refreshing her appearance, and artfully so, she went out of her way to appear as a golden haired and armoured warrior princess.

Flashing smiles, blue eyes sparkling, at all she came across making her presence felt. Blowing kisses, or even delivering a swift peck on the cheek, before dancing on. And dance she did at one point, leading the off-duty guards in rousing song while somehow still managing to maintain careful amounts of liquid good cheer. Delivering mugs of hot comfort to those on watch personally, without separation of rank or gender or race. An angelic image of carefree encouragement, bathed in the glow of Tymora's blessing, and lacking only the wings.

But those of her comrades who knew her expressions well enough would detect occasions when a little concern revealed itself. Never to the guards and watchmen around her, but present in glances back towards the Lord's hall. Each time it was followed by an upsurge in her attempts to spread laughter, light and cheer. Not a word did she utter, so those noticing would be left to wonder what thought process prompted the concern.

And for whom it truly existed.

[Mirgalen]

While climbing up and down Pius fell behind the others. He could still see Toric and the sisters ahead and hear their voices. Against all odds he eventually lost his balance and fell in a crack. He felt pain in his ankle before passing out.

When he woke up he was still feeling pain but not has much as before. Everything was silent. He used his limited healing powers to fix his ankle and started to climb up.

He was not sure how far ahead the others were and why they did not come back looking for him. Perhaps they did but it was unlikely that they could have seen him.

Eventually he found them in the lair of giants, no less. He did not see much though but managed to kill one creature as they were leaving the dangerous place.

[Topato]

Amathain also spent the early part of the evening doing his best to put some heart into the men and women on the wall. He moved from one to the other, taking a moment to talk to each of family and home, praying with those who wished to, or simply talking to those that didn't. His methods rather different to the sprightly Shanni, but the goals the same.

[Lazybones]

+1350xp for full-party IC posting.

We will begin in the stillness of the predawn, with not a creature stirring in Gateway, except for a young priestess slipping quietly out of a sleeping citadel...

[Vanya Mia]

((Forgot to remind people that for any but the US we will be one hour earlier starting today. :S *crosses fingers* ))

[Gulfwulf]

//Getting a wrong password error.

[Vanya Mia]

(((Gah, sorry. Right one now.))

[Mirgalen]

Same here (wrong password).