The Scars Inside You

2023-01-01T10:17:41Z

Ravenstongue:

It is time.

Ravenstongue hasn't breathed a word of the purpose of this night to anyone. There's a twinge of guilt in her heart as she thinks about how she never even told Telamon what is to happen, how almost anything could possibly happen to her on this night and he might never know the truth of it.

But this is how it is supposed to be. This is between her and Grandfather, and Telamon would surely understand. ''This is the way things are supposed to be,'' she thinks. ''This is a matter of bloodlines.''

So Ravenstongue steps out into the Mythwood and she wanders in between the trees, the air thick with the scents of soil, foliage, and fresh air. She closes her eyes and hears the whispers of Quelynos, just as she had since the night the curuchuil had dried on her chest. They urge her on, her steps on fallen leaves and fallen twigs barely registering in her mind as she follows the whispers' instructions like they are the wind beneath her raven wings.

The night sky turns to twilight fog. The stars vanish. Eluna is high in the sky, her light shining down onto the world around her, even if the world is shifting. She is not yet in Quelynos, but Ravenstongue is satisfied as she stops to admire the sunless twilight, the sky a contradiction of all that makes logical sense.

:: (She is home in this place,
:: where rhyme overrules reason,
:: where song is thought
:: and where melody is breath.)

She is not Ravenstongue here, a disguise spun for mortal men and tongues; she is Cor'lana of the Lúpecyll bloodline. She is the Feathered One's descendant, the true heir to his legacy.

A breath in, a breath out. Eyes to Eluna, feet on the ancient soil beneath her. It is time.

She feels his monstrous claws around her hands. His arms wrap around her and she closes her eyes with a smile as she feels his feathers press up into her back. "Did you have a nice walk?" Grandfather asks, his voice deep and melodious. Here, in this border between two realms, Cor'lana feels ''him'' for the first time since the summoning, only a few months ago. The messengers who he uses are a fine facsimile, but there is a rich comfort to feeling the genuine article.

"I did, Grandfather," she says, opening her eyes and spinning around in his arms as she presses her face tightly into his pale chest. His skin is cold on her cheeks, but she doesn't mind, especially as his claws wrap around her back and give her a little scratch on her bare skin there.

"You are wearing the same dress that you did that night," Grandfather replies gently, a hint of nostalgia in that tone. It had not been so long ago, but yet to Cor'lana, it truly did feel long ago. So much had happened since that night, after all.

Cor'lana squeezes him back, her violet eyes peering up at her ancestor. She smiles up at him, beholding his face that holds so much love and warmth for her. "I thought it was a nice callback," she says. She dares not to let go of him.

Nor does he. Grandfather just holds her there in his arms for a long moment, squeezed so tightly. She can sense he's holding back his strength, somehow, in the way that his body is tensed around her; he does not want to hurt her. "You are so beautiful, you know that?" he finally says. "I look forward to seeing you on your wedding day. But first... We have to do this."

They let go of each other, but Grandfather's monstrous claws take her hands as she draws away from him. "You understand that this will change you," he says softly. His violet eyes, the same color as hers, are normally difficult to glean any emotion, but Cor'lana sees a pain in them that unnerves her. "You will not be the same as before and never will be again."

She considers his words for only a moment. She had already changed from that nervous bookworm and former shut-in who came to Alexandria a year before. Change was simply a fact of life that she had come to embrace. After all, fear was what she left behind back in Rune.

"I understand, Grandfather," Cor'lana replies with a solemn nod. Her hands relax in the grip of her ancestor's claws.

Grandfather's eyes turn to a hard stare as she consents. Gone are the love and warmth in his eyes, replaced by an inscrutable stare. It is then that Cor'lana remembers that her ancestor is no mere ordinary being. He is old, older than she could likely ever comprehend. He is ancient like the soil beneath her feet.

And he is the Feathered One, with his monstrous claws around her hands.

For a moment and only a moment, she is afraid--afraid of him, afraid of what she's agreed to. But then she remembers that first night when she came home to her apartment and he accompanied her in the form of a messenger; how he sat by her bed and rubbed her back as he sang her the lullaby that had pulled her ancestors deep into the gentle embrace of sleep for millennia. In a world where her mother died by her own hands and there was no one left to love her, the Feathered One had appeared and offered her an unconditional love that had been missing in her heart for so long.

Of course he could never do her any wrong.

"It will hurt," the Feathered One says apologetically. His voice is full of pain. "But it is necessary, and it will only be a moment."

He closes his eyes. A mark forms on his chest similar to Cor'lana's in that it is shaped like a feather. But then more feathers appear around the first, and Cor'lana realizes that they are forming into the shape of a raven's tail--and then the tail leads down into a tree with roots that are interwoven in the style of knotwork, the feathers taking the place of the leaves in the tree. ''I am but one feather,'' Cor'lana thinks.

The mark on his chest brims with power, the black on his pale skin almost crawling in place. It reminds Cor'lana of a shiver in the cold, and she realizes that she has never seen her ancestor shiver from the cold, not once. The Feathered One touches his chest and the shivering mark pours down into his hands, the dark sloughing off his skin into a thin liquid as it comes to a rest in the palms of his claws. "You are my blood, Cor'lana," he says, "but you are many generations away from the roots of my tree. This will bring you closer."

He holds out his cupped claws, the dark liquid reflecting only a fraction of Eluna's light in the twilight sky. "The first part is to make the rest of your mark," he says, and he carefully pulls one hand away, dipping his claws into the inky fluid. He reaches out to her and touches her mark.

Then comes the pain. His claws sink into Cor'lana's chest, and her vision fogs from the pain. She whimpers, her consciousness barely teetering as she swears that he might push further into her, might break her and pull her heart out to feast on. He wouldn't! ''He's my Grandfather!'' she thinks, holding onto the thought like she is adrift in the sea of the Border Ethereal, and she is without wings to guide her and her beloved Telamon to safety again.

"You are so brave, my child," Grandfather says, and the pain dulls in her chest. Cor'lana pants as she looks up at the fey lord in front of her, able to see him again although her eyes are full of tears. There are tears running down his face too, just like they had on that night when he saw her in person for the very first time. She takes some comfort in that this hurt him as much as it hurt her.

But there is still more of that liquid in his other hand. That is clearly evident with a glance down, and as she looks back up at him from his cupped claw, he says, "Now you must drink."

He tips the liquid toward her lips. She feels it's warm and yet it's cold, the stuff thick yet very thin. And then she realizes as she tastes it that it is not just liquid: it is blood.

''You have been lost for so long,'' she thinks, but then she realizes it is not her thought and it is not her voice. It is Grandfather's voice in her mind, a part of her head that feels like a dusty hallway prepared for occupants that never moved in. It's a sensation that rattles her, but yet, it is oddly comforting. ''You bear so much pain on your soul, my child. Your heart may be pure physically, but I can see the scars inside you. I can feel your pain, for it is mine and it is yours. The curse of madness that loneliness brings is what we both bear, and in time, you would have felt it too if you had never left your mother's home.''

The blood runs empty from Grandfather's claws, and Cor'lana swallows the last drops of it that cling to the inside of her mouth. She has tasted her own blood before, and it's the same uncomfortable sensation this time in her throat. But then she closes her mind, and she wills herself to that dusty hallway, that place in her mind where Grandfather's voice is coming from.

It's a door, she realizes, and all Cor'lana has to do is open it. She does, and she beholds a forest of unspeakable beauty

:: (where day is not day
:: and night is not night,
:: where time is a mere suggestion
:: in a world that rejects logic.)

There is a large tree in a clearing, and it is there she sees his gardens, where she sees lines of silk rope hanging from smaller trees. She realizes these are clotheslines, but there no garments hanging from them, and the gardens are beautifully organized chaos of flowers she recognizes by sight and by memory from storybooks. (''Why would there be?'' she thinks, as she realizes where she is. ''No one else lives here but him.'') There is a door in the tree, and she opens it.

And there he is, her Grandfather, sitting in a rocking chair that is almost crude in its appearance inside this tree-home. Somehow she instinctively knows by looking that it was her ancestor's handiwork, one of his children who built it for him. It is covered in the childish scribblings from thousands of children playing with ink, and suddenly she feels so forlorn that she did not get to do the same; that she did not get to grow up here and practice her letters in a fit of mischief with Grandfather's rocking chair.

But the melancholy is temporary as Cor'lana sees Grandfather's smile. She runs into his arms and he holds her so tightly. He is warm and he is cold, but she doesn't mind that contradiction. Not one bit.

She never has. Never will.

"You are my greatest treasure that still lives, Cor'lana," he says into her ear as he holds her so tightly. His voice is so warm and so gentle. He's still holding back because she is a small fledgling and he is so much older, so much stronger, that he doesn't want to break her. "Now you have my power--or rather, the seeds of it."

She opens her eyes and she is no longer there in Grandfather's house.

She is no longer there in the hazy borderlands between Quelynos and Aeryth.

Instead, Cor'lana Lúpecyll lies in bed with her fiance, and she looks down to her chest.

There, graceful and sweeping dark lines adorn her skin, complementing the curuchuil mark that Ashlee set into her skin that night that was so long and not so long ago. They are lines that evoke the knotwork roots. The pain had brought such beauty that her eyes flood over with tears.

No longer is she a pretender. Now, she is the inheritor.

In the dead of night, Cor'lana Lúpecyll returns to sleep, and she dreams. She dreams of Eluna in the sky. She dreams of Quelynos. She dreams of Alud'rigan, the Feathered One.

She dreams of another life that could have been, where he brought her up as he did her ancestors in his tree-home. She dreams of his smile as she walks for the first time, his laughter as she says her first word ("Pothy," for he is there too in her dream despite the fact it does not make sense), and his tears of joy as he watches her use magic for the first time.

And as Eluna's noble father rises in the sky, she awakens no longer as Ravenstongue, an alias for a lonely girl on the brink of despair, but as Cor'lana, the name she had been born with and called for years before her memories were stolen.

''Thank you, Grandfather. I love you,'' she says as she walks to that door in her mind and opens it.

She feels only love in return, as the loneliness in her heart that has been there--perhaps since the day she was born--has been banished. And that is all she's ever wanted.

Two Ravens for the New Year

2023-01-01T10:07:22Z

Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Two Ravens for the New Year *Emitter: Ravenstongue *Characters: Lucius, Ravenstongue *Place: Northern Gates, Alexandria *Summary: Ravenstongue goes to the Northern Gates of Alexandria to see her fey ancestor, Grandfather, off for the evening. There, she encounters the new adventurer Lucius, and they chat about whether Ravenstongue is related to Pothy by blood (sort of?) and what adven..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Two Ravens for the New Year

*Emitter: Ravenstongue

*Characters: [[Lucius]], [[Ravenstongue]]

*Place: Northern Gates, Alexandria

*Summary: Ravenstongue goes to the Northern Gates of Alexandria to see her fey ancestor, Grandfather, off for the evening. There, she encounters the new adventurer Lucius, and they chat about whether Ravenstongue is related to Pothy by blood (sort of?) and what adventurers should prepare for (sewer missions!).</div>

''Northern Gates, evening.''

Eluna's light in the evening sky is full and bright enough to pierce through the dark clouds that try to obscure the moon's light on this winter evening. She looks down on a world that is full of revelry, as the people of Alexandria are on the cusp of saying goodbye to one year and hello to the next. At the Northern Gates, the people amble to and from the various taverns and inns established there with good cheer, even despite the cold wind that blows in from the west.

There's a woman that walks along the roads by the gates, with a rather curious sight indeed--a violet-eyed raven on one shoulder, his feathers as black as the clouds in the sky, and a blue-eyed raven on the other shoulder with feathers the color of cream. After some time, she turns, stops, and drops the hood of her cloak, letting her waves of dark hair free. She peers at the dark-feathered raven with matching violet eyes. "Well, usual spot," she says brightly. "Have a safe flight home, Grandfather."

"I will, child, do not worry," the violet-eyed raven replies in a deep tone that echoes like the tolling of bells, and he takes flight from her shoulder, off into the night sky above.

Another cloaked figure is heading in the opposite direction. With resolute strides, Lucius weaves through the passerby, his cloak floating behind him in the brisk wind. He finds the half-sil standing in his path and makes to move around her. As he does so, he hears the exchange of goodbyes and sees the violet-eyed raven take flight. The incident immediately stops Lucius in his tracks. He opens his mouth, as if about to release a flood of questions, before managing to compose himself and dipping his head. "Good evening," he greets. He can't resist a glance backwards at the departing raven, as if to confirm he hadn't imagined what he had just seen — and heard.

The half-sil woman smiles. "Good evening," she replies in turn. "Sorry about that, was just seeing my relative off for the evening." You know. Her relative. Who appears to be a bird with the same violet eyes she has. She says it like it's a completely normal thing.

The white raven on her shoulder, however, proves to be an excellent diversion tactic, albeit not helping the unusual situation any. "Snacks?" he asks.

That gets a roll of the violet eyes. "Pothy, you didn't agree to walk out to the gates with us just so I could get you something to eat, did you?" the woman asks with a sigh.

Well. She's not giving him snacks, so Pothy instead hops down from her shoulder and lands right in front of Lucius. "Snacks?" His blue eyes are full of hope.

Lucius nods, very slowly. "I understand," he states in a matter-of-fact tone, mindful of his staring. His apparent nonchalance is short-lived, however, and Lucius does a double take as the other raven begins speaking as well. "Sorry, I don't think - oh." His eyes light up as one hand emerges from within the cloak holding a sugar cube. Leaning forward slightly as he peers intently at the white raven, Lucius offers him the cube in his hand.

A sugar cube! A ''snack''! Pothy flies up and gently snatches it from Lucius's hand, returning to the half-sil's shoulders and swallowing it whole in one fluid motion.

"Pothy, say thank you, at least," the woman says, sighing. She looks back to Lucius and smiles. "I can say it, at least. Thank you for feeding my familiar." Her eyes catch the golden clasp on Lucius's cloak, and she smiles. "You wouldn't happen to be an adventurer, would you? If so, you must be new to the city. I am called Cor'lana Lúpecyll-Atlon--or sometimes 'Ravenstongue'."

"Thank you," Pothy says, far too late after the fact. He mimics his mistress's voice flawlessly.

Cor'lana rolls her eyes again. "And this is Apotheosis. Pothy for short. He's a sweetheart, but he's... very fixated on food. Sometimes to his own detriment."

"My pleasure," Lucius replies, removing his gaze from Pothy to meet the half-sil's violet eyes. "My name is Lucius, but I usually go by Luke. If I could say so, Ravenstongue sounds like a very fitting name for someone like yourself. It's nice to meet you both." He steals another inquisitive glance at Pothy. "Everything you said about me is correct. I'm a new adventurer, arrived in the city just a few days ago. The songs and legends of this city were far from wrong, were they? Alexandria is everything I expected and more." Briefly, Luke turns his head to one side and ponders for a moment. "And how long have you been adventuring?" he asks of Cor'lana, with an enthusiastic smile.

"Nice to meet you as well, Luke," Cor'lana says with a small nod, as though committing the name and nickname to memory. Pothy makes a small noise, like a whimper, and she reaches into something underneath her cloak, eventually bringing out a palmful of dried berries. The white raven happily snacks on them, plucking them out of her hand one-by-one with a diligent and gentle manner.

Cor'lana looks contemplative for a moment. "I arrived here on the evening of my twentieth birthday, which was... nearly two years ago now," she says with a light smile. "I signed up for jobs through the Guild not long after that, and... things sort of took flight from there, to borrow my Grandfather's penchant for bird puns. This city has its problems, but I'm happy to live here compared to the little village in Rune where I grew up. My life has transformed entirely for the better since coming here. Even if the gossip rags seem to have taken an interest in my husband and I lately." The last is said in good humor, albeit with an air of irritation.

Luke listens earnestly as Cor'lana explains her origins, although his eyes widen slightly upon hearing one line. "Your grandfather," he quietly repeats to himself. "By any chance, would you and Pothy happen to be relatives?" he blurts out, as if expecting Cor'lana herself to transform into a raven at any moment. "Uh, you don't have to answer that," he stammers. "I'm glad to hear about the good things you've found from living in this city. Just as happy to be an adventurer myself, even though I haven't really done anything yet," he concludes with an awkward smile.

Cor'lana snickers a little, a twinkle in her violet eyes. "No, no, it's okay," she reassures Lucius. "Grandfather is from my father's side of the family. Pothy is a familiar passed down through my maternal bloodline. He was my mother's before I got him, so... I did grow up with him, and I do call him my little brother, even if he's older than I am."

"Pothy is a good boy," Pothy says, mimicking Cor'lana's voice. That gets him a little headpat. It appears Cor'lana ''does'' say nice things about him.

"It's a bit of a long story," Cor'lana admits, "but considering where it's led, I can hardly complain. My advice to you: you're probably going to end up in the sewers in this city at some point on a job sooner rather than later. Get something to help you cope with the smell, and take advantage of any laundering services the Guild offers as compensation."

"Practical advice from an experienced adventurer is something I can't afford to ever turn down." Luke gives a gracious nod as he reflects upon Cor'lana's words. "I'll do my best to remember." It's apparent from his blithe tone, however, that such a prospect intrigues him more than it terrifies him. "The small details are often the most important," he concedes. "I'll be sure to take care of myself, if anything, out of consideration for others. It wouldn't do to have adventurers walking around these fine streets, dripping ... " He stifles a snort at the image this conjures in his mind.

Cor'lana grins widely. "Yet it happens anyway," she says. "Usually when that happens, the victorious adventurers are given quite a wide berth as they make their way back to the Guild for a report. I should know; I've done a handful of jobs in the sewers. There's all manner of strange creatures that live down there, and sometimes, when they start causing problems for the people who live above... They need to be taken out."

She looks up at the night sky and seems to realize something, judging by the change in expression on her face. "It is late, so I shouldn't keep you much longer," Cor'lana says. "It was nice to meet you, Lucius, and I hope this coming year is good for you."

"Thank you, Cor'lana," Luke carefully replies, pronouncing the elvish name to the best of his ability. "A happy new year to you and to Pothy as well. Until we meet again." He offers a brief smile before departing, and his cloak trails behind him as he resumes walking down the street in his original bearing.

"Snacks," Pothy says in firm agreement with Lucius's greeting, before Cor'lana can even reply. The half-sil laughs and pats Pothy's feathers down.

"Good luck out there!" Cor'lana calls after Lucius. The sorceress turns to depart...

And then a reveler up ahead on the street who's had a bit too much to drink drops what looks like a skewer of vegetables and meat. "Snacks!" Pothy cries out as he goes for the dropped food. The three second rule doesn't apply to magic familiars.

Cor'lana rolls her eyes a little. "Pothy, you're incorrigible," she says, following after him to make sure he doesn't try to eat the skewer, too.

Eventually, they find their way home in time to ring in the new year.

[[Category:Logs]]

Sister Calls for Aid

2023-01-01T09:39:01Z

Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Sister Calls for Aid *Emitter: Patch *Characters: Patch, Ravenstongue *Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house *Summary: Patch arrives at the Lúpecyll-Atlon residence, and she requests Ravenstongue's aid to help her in her ongoing effort to research what's been going on with the sea of mana. Ravenstongue is more than happy to help and recounts her efforts with Farland's expedition in..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Sister Calls for Aid

*Emitter: Patch

*Characters: [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]]

*Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house

*Summary: Patch arrives at the Lúpecyll-Atlon residence, and she requests Ravenstongue's aid to help her in her ongoing effort to research what's been going on with the sea of mana. Ravenstongue is more than happy to help and recounts her efforts with Farland's expedition into the Felwood. The chatter turns to warmer topics as the sisters enjoy tea (and Pothy's presence).</div>

''The Lúpecyll-Atlon Home - Morning''

The winter weather has Patch bundled against the snow and chill that creeps through the city. The bard has her coat pulled tight a hand used to keep the collar closed and pulled up against her face. A cloak of maroon is also used to try and keep what little warmth she can from escaping, her breath seen coming in puffs of white as she comes up the lane. Her direction is clear, the home of Cor'lana and Telamon, something hidden under her cloak, protected from the weather as she stops to knock lightly upon the front door.

Inside, Cor'lana is enjoying a cup of tea. It's morning, so the tea is a strong blend of dried berries and leaves imported from the Jade Islands--a rare cup of tea that isn't brewed from something grown in Grandfather's garden. The sorceress wears a long silk robe that matches the color of her eyes and looks rather comfortable...

When the knock rings out. That look on her face goes from serenity to a sudden curiosity. "That can't be Telamon back from errands already," she says.

"That means no taking off your robe to ambush him," Pothy says dryly as he cracks a peanut on the coffee table.

Cor'lana merely huffs and pats the white raven on the head as she goes to open up the front door. "Oh! Sister!" she says, smiling as she goes to offer Patch a hug. "Come on inside, it's awfully cold out there."

Patch smiles as that door comes open, her wind whipped hair settling as dances a bit from the chill of the porch. The indoor warmth is comforting, a blast of heat when the world wants cold. "Hello, Sister." she offers in return, quickly entering as a tube styled map case is brought out from under her cloak. "I appreciate it. Apologies for just showing up."

With a flush, Patch laughs a bit hesitantly, finally taking in Cor'lana and that silken robe with a small smirk. It's hard not to notice, harder to not let eyes linger "It really is still the morning." she notes with mirth. "I can come back, I.... that does look good on you, though." admitting truth, even in the face of awkward.

Cor'lana giggles as she waves Patch inside, pausing only to lock the door behind Patch. "What, this? This is what I lounge around in," she says, pointing to the silk robe as it goes all the way to the floor and only reveals a small portion of the curuchuil mark on her chest. "It's not like I went to the door dressed in my skivvies or something."

"I had to tell her it was probably too soon for Telamon to come back, or she might have opened the door ''without'' the robe," Pothy remarks dryly. "I'm happy to see ''you'', though, Patch!" It's true, he's already wagging his tail happily.

That gets a tongue pointed at Pothy, sticking out of Cor'lana's mouth as she makes a face at him. "I'll go and change real quick," she says. "Don't want you feeling awkward on my account."

It doesn't take long, as implied by 'real quick'. Cor'lana emerges in a long dress more appropriate for receiving company. She sits down on the couch, where she normally sits with Telamon... but Telamon is absent. "So, what's the case for?" she asks, gesturing to the map case in Patch's hands.

"I don't know, Pothy. While that would be a treat, I like a little mystery." Patch muses, setting her case briefly in the entryway as the door falls closed, making a curvy figure in gesture with her hands. "The directness is for certain situations, but when trying to woo, you always leave a little to unwrap." she notes with a grin at the bird.

"You don't have to change, don't let my depravity and thoughts take you out of your comfort." Patch counters to Cor'lana, taking her case up again. "I had thought to have a serious discussion with you, but." a half-snort interrupting her with a laugh. "I didn't expect to have to pick my tongue up. That's all."

"Sorry for the intrusion, but I felt it was time we had 'the talk'." not a talk. The Talk. Whatever that means.

Cor'lana watches the pantomiming of the curvy figure and she ''laughs''. "No, no, ''that''--" She mimics the gesture of the curvy figure. "--Is more like this," she says, making a much more humble and petite figure. If... a bit stick-like. "The first one was my mother. I didn't inherit her figure."

"It's true," Pothy speaks up. "Nadi was a beautiful woman and she knew it. She also would probably have seduced Zalgiman and had him eating out of her palms by now."

That gets an eye-roll from Cor'lana. "I like to think my mother would have better taste," she says, "but then again, she did sleep with my father." She turns her attention back onto Patch with a wry smile. "I know about 'the ravens and the bees', as Grandfather likes to put it, so I'm assuming you mean a different 'the talk' altogether. I'm listening."

"My mother was, smaller than even I. Small, and quiet." Patch says, motioning at her own form, and grinning at the two. "I don't know where I inherited what curves I have, but I think it would have to be from my father's side."

"My parents were older, you see. My mother was approaching her sixth century." Patch notes, motioning a bit deeper into the house. "Let us get comfortable, and I'll explain." she offers, trying to at least be polite. "If it was as simple as flirting, and prying into your fun with Telamon, I'd of brought drinks. This? We might need be sober for." the bard admits, flashing a smirk and an apologetic shrug.

"And while I trust your Grandfather to have educated you, some things you just need to figure out yourself." Patch teases of Cor'lana, thinking on Pothy's words. "Not for all the coin in Stormguard. Zalgiman?" an 'ick' face taking her, shaking her head. "I've seen him smooze. It's disgusting."

Cor'lana looks just as disgusted as she admits, "I know. It's worse when ''you're'' the one he wants like that. My skin was crawling the whole time when I tried to flirt with him," she says. She takes up her neglected cup of tea and gestures to the teapot on the coffee table. "Help yourself to a cup. It's non-alcoholic, but it ''is'' quite energizing. Perfect for mornings when all you want to do is crawl back into bed."

"And have some peanuts," Pothy says. "When you're not busy explaining things to Lana, that is." He's even sweet enough to shell some peanuts for Patch. How thoughtful!

Patch nods, taking a close seat. It's unlike her, she usually hovers on the edges, but for now, she's across from Cor'lana. "You call me a sister, and I treasure it. I don't understand it, nor do I think I will, but your warmth has been appreciated." she says, glancing to Pothy as he mentions peanuts, and grinning as she moves to help herself to tea, pouring from the pot, and taking up a cup before she continues. "Know it's hard for me, but that doesn't mean it's unwelcome." she explains. "I'm just used to going it alone."

"In regards to that. The city is in trouble, and while we chase and look for signs of wolves and vampires, I have other things just as pressing." Patch admits. "I have walked into a mess, and for it met some very kind people, but there resides a disconnect."

"I don't feel comfortable yet, but that's because I have secrets."

Cor'lana leans back into the couch a little, and she offers a smile to Patch. It's an expression that is full of the warmth that Patch has 'accused' her of, a fondness for the elf woman before her--and then she sips from her teacup for a long moment, closing her eyes.

"We all have secrets, Patch, but this is a house that is good at keeping them," she says, opening her eyes after a moment. "I am willing to hide things even from Telamon if needed, but I find he's an excellent co-conspirator."

"I'd say Lana is biased," Pothy says, "but she's right. Telamon is a good secret-keeper. I know this from experience."

"My mother is missing, and I am looking for her. Our house in Silvermoon was burned out, but she wasn't found." Patch says, sighing as she raises a brow to something Cor'lana said. She sips her tea, but the story continues with a bit of quiet and strain. "I had to swallow a hard truth about her recently, and now that she's gone full mad, I worry."

"That's my problem. The city's problem is a bit dire, and the information needed to face it is scattered all over like the snow." Patch's head jerking in motion towards the door. She's still remembering the walk. It was cold, and miserable. "I was able to piece together some things, and with Stjepan's help, we're facing something else on the horizon."

"As for the other mess with Kol and Zalgiman? I'm sorry I have continued to look into it, despite warnings. I just don't take 'no' well, and I have a pact I can't break." another sigh offered. "I don't work well with others, and I find coming to you hard. I feel like an intrusion because of what I'm mentioning. I come with a lot."

"Patch," Cor'lana says. It's a word that's said with a surprising amount of strength--and a deliberate choice of word, too, chosen to get Patch's full attention on her.

She waits just a few seconds, before she says, "You are my sister. I chose you as my sister--as someone who can understand where I come from, and as someone who can understand where you come from. I know you. You're the ever-marching bard. I wouldn't ask you to stop researching and stop trying to contribute unless I feared your imminent death--and only because it could be a death you couldn't come back so easily from." The smile grows on her face as she talks. "I am not mad with you, upset with you, or think that you are intruding. Far from it. Siblings are supposed to help each other."

Pothy nods to that. "They do," he murmurs quietly, before he cracks open another peanut.

Cor'lana leans forward on the couch now, putting her teacup down on the coffee table. "But it does sound like you have a lot going on. And... gods, I hate being the player of my own trumpet, but I ''am'' a sorceress of considerable talent now. There are things that I am capable of these days that I wouldn't have dreamed of being able to do almost two years ago. If I can use what I am able to do now to help people, then I will gladly use them to help you most of all, Sister. Your mother, the city's problem, Kol, Zalgiman--all of it. Tell me what's going on. Tell me what you need. I will figure out the part I will play."

Somewhere during that talk, Patch had closed her eyes to some of Cor'lana's words. Head bobbing, but not meeting the other woman's glance until after she's finished speaking. "I had thought you might of chosen a sister without thinking. That was my folly." she admits, trying to flash a grin. Her tea is sipped, but soon set upon the coffee table as she motions to her small map case near her feet. "I told you once that magic was wanky, and to be warry where you cast. I now know why, and have tracked it to a surprising source. A few of them, actually." she says, the new topic bringing out a more serious side. "It deals with the mirror shards, and the creatures of the void that come from them." offering some of what she's been mulling over. "It's dangerous, and it's why I had to report to the Soldier's Defense. A precautionary physical, and before that? I was subjected to some magical tests for compulsion." that likely raising some flags. There being no reason why for what she's described so far.

"While you do not often play up yourself, you should. I think highly of you and your husband. I could detail a great many things, but I think my respect says it enough." Patch muses, glancing to Pothy. "What does the Apotheosis think? Should I speak of what was found?" she muses. "I like tossing a bone. This time? Literally."

Cor'lana considers what Patch is telling her, the violet eyes looking thoughtful as her sister speaks on her findings. "Mirror shards, creatures of the void..." she murmurs, before lifting the volume of her voice. "Were you injured by one of these creatures?" There's a glint of something dangerous in that voice.

"Oh no, now you got her invested," Pothy says to Patch with a small amount of panic. "Just like Grandfather. So protective of the people she loves. You better tell her, or she'll have a cow."

"I hardly consider it a failing to care so deeply about the people that I love in my life that I would be willing to do almost anything for them to ensure their safety," Cor'lana replies with the slightest bit of a smirk. "Toss me the bone, Sister. If I haven't already caught it between my teeth."

"Not hurt, no." Patch admits quickly, a grin soon on her features. The tone shifts, serious to excitement. "You know of some of my research into the sea of mana. Slixvah and I were tracking some new anomalies, but at first it seemed harmless." she explains.

"On another outing we discovered an adult dragon bone in a peculiar place, bleeding corruption into the earth about it." Patch explains, going on about the 'bone'. It was an actual bone she was talking about, a wink shot at her sister. "You were close, though. I confess. The dragon bone tried to communicate with me. This was months ago, and I kept it secret from everyone. Even those who were on the outing." a sheepish glance following, but it doesn't last long. "Nothing's wrong. I assure you. I'm fine. I just know there are more pieces to this dragon out there, causing trouble and placed to disrupt leylines."

"However, it's not the only thing found at these points. The void agents having been at them too." Patch admits, offering a shrug. "I can go on for days about the details, but I am just giving you the truth of it. We're under attack. The wights and worms were just the beginning."

Cor'lana sits up a little straighter as she seems to realize something. "That might explain the... oddity of the leylines that we encountered in the Felwood," she says. "Dragon bones, just buried..."

Oddly, though, there's not much of a reaction to the phrase 'we are under attack'. Pothy even looks a little exasperated as he looks at Patch. "I think Lana is so used to being the subject of 'attack' or 'intrigue' that it's old news to her by now, which is ''not'' a good thing, ''Lana''," he says pointedly in Cor'lana's direction. "You go and aim a massive fireball at the curse of the Felwood and suddenly things don't register anymore."

"No tooting my horn, Pothy," Cor'lana says, although the thoughtful look remains on her face. "No, ''no'', that makes perfect sense. We fought something in the Felwood that... took the shape of a dragon. A moss-covered dragon. Is it the Tyrant's doing?"

Her eyes finally find Patch's again. "I want in on this," she says, firmly. "I can help."

"Of course you can." Patch says, blurting a laugh. "I'm here because despite my fears, I trust you. More than most. More than family." a fondness, but the bard doesn't linger on the sappy.

"That's... a hell of a story. I need to speak with Farland. He nearly got us killed testing an anti-magic scroll at a location, and it went crazy. The explosion left two disabled, and I couldn't hear shit for a few moments after." she says with a sigh. "Likely a dragon bone resides there too." shaking her head and looking up to Cor'lana. "That location is only a few miles northwest of the city. It's close." her tea taken up, sipping it again now that it has cooled. "I have a couple maps circling that can guide us."

"As for what I do know, is the barrier of the city seems to nullify the bones if they're within it. They go dormant, and aren't 'speaking'." Patch says, offering some good news about it. "The thing I would correct? They aren't buried. They've been strategically placed. The worm holes likely being their method of transport and delivery."

"Do I take it from your tale, you didn't recover a bone?" Patch asks, thinking on the story still. "I wonder if that spot is on the maps."

"When we encountered the moss dragon, I deduced quickly it was a system of... fungi, basically, using a dragon's corpse. I didn't think to check out the corpse any further at the time," Cor'lana admits with a sigh. "It might be worth going back to investigate. And you know, I was on the expedition that discovered the worms were headed to Alexandria, too."

She shakes her head. "Farland is... I hate to speak ill of people behind their back, but he was just about useless on the expedition to the Felwood," she says. "I did quite a bit of the arcane heavy lifting there. I suppose a point in his favor is that he was too busy sneezing to do anything productive."

"Lana had to improvise a mask from all the pollen in the air from one of Telamon's sashes that she carries with her," Pothy explains. "Why ''do'' you carry around that sash, anyway?"

Cor'lana looks bashful. "Comfort," she explains as she reaches for her teacup again. "If Tel's away, I can just reach for the sash and hold it. I always tie the sashes that he wears in the morning. So... it's like a promise that I'll get to tie it again soon..."

Then she blinks a couple of times and blushes. "Sorry, now we're off track," she says apologetically to Patch.

"All the heavy talk needs be balanced somehow." Patch says, her map case ignored as a hand unfastened the fold of her coat. "Comfort is a powerful thing, and we all carry our tokens." a rust colored feather produced from where it was tucked away near her breast. "Reasons matter."

"I had to improvise a mask too." Patch says with a sudden laugh to Pothy. "The corruption I spoke of. Has to be." the coincidences too uncanny. "Ours was earth and fungus. I have to mention Magpie. I love that little wizard. Her fire magic saved us that day." Patch giving credit where it's due. "Would you be offended if I said we should mark that spot you visited on the map?" tucking her prized feather away.

"No, it absolutely should be marked," Cor'lana says. "But it needs to be carefully approached. The Felwood is dangerous. We had to escape from the curse that's been on that place for ages, and it took a lot of what I had to get us out and away from here."

"The fermented berries I found there were yummy, though," Pothy says. "I want more of those."

"You can get drunk off of any fermented berries, Pothy," Cor'lana says with a roll of her eyes. "Be a good bird and fetch me my quill and ink."

Pothy does so, and Cor'lana takes the quill. "I can mark it on the map for you," she offers. "I remember where it was."

There are several maps that Patch produces from her tube. One showing Alexandros, another covering most of Ea. The two have different bits of information, but at points they do seem to overlap. "Those specific kinds of berries, or just drunk?" Patch asks, letting RT choose which map she might need as she grins to Pothy. He's watched as he plays fetch.

"I appreciate your warning, but now that you're willingly part of this I am going to be leaving some of the decisions to you." she says, grinning. "My success has been piecing together the bits others missed, or didn't find." offering a shrug once again. "Secrets sometimes hide in plain sight, and I need to stick to my specialty." fastening her coat once again now that she's settled and waiting. For once, even finishing her tea. "Following my rules, and picking at threads."

Cor'lana retrieves the Alexandros map and makes some surprisingly apt markings on it, indicating where the Felwood spot happened and what the symbol she's chosen means close to the legend on the map. "Have I ever mentioned I've dabbled here and there as a scribe?" Cor'lana asks with a little smirk as she returns the map to Patch, the ink dried with an application of magic.

She sits back into the couch, the smirk becoming a grin to match Patch's. "Don't worry, sister," she says. "I'm big enough to handle the decisions. I've made my fair share of important ones as of late."

"She decided to marry Telamon, and I'm pretty happy about that," Pothy chimes in, going to preen his feathers as he lands on the coffee table again. "He calls me little brother and gets me snacks. I can't be upset."

"I'm sure Telamon agrees." Patch says with a wry grin. "You're big enough. Indeed." the maps taken up and rolled to be placed back in her container as she smirks at her own teasing.

"You chose well with Telamon. I envy you at times. Such a relationship scares me. Always has." she admits to the two, grinning. "I'm not the monogamous type, and I feel I'm a poor influence when it comes to advice."

"Or if I comment on my preference of partner... it might be judged." Patch adds.

"So, you mentioned this is a tea from the Jade Islands?" refilling her cup, content to chat and be less formal after the gloom subjects were broached.

Cor'lana's violet eyes twinkle a little as she retrieves her teacup. "Sister, I do ''not'' judge," she says, firmly but playfully. "My mother was, by all accounts, much like you. Never particularly monogamous, had likely hundreds of lovers--"

"Definitely hundreds of lovers," Pothy chimes in.

"Thanks, Pothy," Cor'lana adds with a roll of her eyes. "But yes, Mother was not picky. And while I have had only one lover to date--and I married him--I am not a prude. So long as all involved are adults and are there of their own free and conscious will, I have no objections. Be yourself around me, Sister, for family shouldn't judge. Only love."

She takes a long sip of her tea and sighs appreciatively. "Yes," she says, "this is, or so the vendor at the market told me..."

The chatter goes on in the Lúpecyll-Atlon household, where secrets are kept, where sisterhoods are made, where all can come as their true selves and speak true--and will always find an ear willing to listen.

So long as one brings snacks or affection for Pothy, that is.

[[Category:Logs]]

Unmesi Messy

2023-01-01T09:21:37Z

Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Unmesi Messy *Emitter: Slixvah *Characters: Auranar, Patch, Ravenstongue, Telamon, Verna, Zanzimar (Slixvah's NPC) *Place: Soldier's Defense *Summary: The Soldier's Defense has an unexpected visitor today: Slixvah's brother, Zanzimar. He brings tidings from the Aerie for those who know Slixvah that happen to be at the Defense this morning--Auranar, Patch, Ravenstongue,..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Unmesi Messy

*Emitter: Slixvah

*Characters: [[Auranar]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], Zanzimar ([[Slixvah]]'s NPC)

*Place: Soldier's Defense

*Summary: The Soldier's Defense has an unexpected visitor today: Slixvah's brother, Zanzimar. He brings tidings from the Aerie for those who know Slixvah that happen to be at the Defense this morning--Auranar, Patch, Ravenstongue, Telamon, and Verna--as well as questions about Slixvah's wellbeing. He reveals that the Aerie has suffered a landslide, which means the Unmesi brood is going to relocate to Alexandria soon.</div>

''Soldier's Defense, Morning.''

It's morning! Good morning! It's cold outside! It's warm inside! So wonderful and delightful, with the sun shining on the snow and-

"For the last time, Mister Unmesi,-" a bored, too tired, uncoffeed Lucht woman in droopy robes drones behind the front booking desk. "-patient confidentiality is important in this line of work."

A sigh leaves a man. "I understand, and I apologize for such intrusive questioning. I merely wish to-"

She holds out a clipboard to him, wagging it in a shooing manner. "If you want to speak with the patient, fill out this contact form. We will notify them of your inquiries."

<pre>--Five minutes later.--</pre>

Quiet, chittering grumbles come from a tall, muscular figure sitting cross legged in the waiting area. A clipboard in one hand with many pages flipped over while a quill in the other scratches against forms. He's kept warm from a plethora of pelts and cloaks to ward off the winter, while many bolas dangle from a bandolier. An unstrung bow rests beside him, along with a quiver of arrows. One drab olive and white feathered wing is held up in a shielding manner to block the sun from glaring into his face from the window. The egalrin's downturned, raptor like beak clacks softly at "-... why do they need ta kno' my..." He shakes his head, and continues scribbling.

Knowledge is power. Information is key. Thus, paperwork is the path to eternal glory. Well, it does make matters far more organized, at the least.

One proponent of forms emerges from a pair of bland curtains separating a section of the Soldier's Defense. Sage Mourner Verna bears papers of her own, which she brings to the front desk for filing.

Meanwhile, two half-elves emerge from deeper within the hospital, exiting into the reception area. The female half of the pair smiles in a warm fashion as she looks to her companion. "I'm glad that they're all right," Cor'lana Lupecyll-Atlon says, her arm going to wrap around Telamon's. "I'm glad I could take care of what was down there in the mines for them."

Pothy on her shoulder, however, looks right at the muscular eglarin in the waiting room. Bird acknowledges bird. He makes a corvid greeting call--

"Snacks!"

... No, just a Pothy greeting call.

The other half of the duo still shivers. "They're lucky to be alive. By the gods, a Kulthian golem? Might as well have ''been'' a fiend." Telamon Lupecyll-Atlon squeezes his wife's hand. "I'm glad you had all the help, though. Makes me feel a lot safer when I'm not around."

Pothy's croaking call of 'snacks' makes Tel raise an eyebrow, and he follows Pothy's gaze to the powerfully-built egalrin. "I think he's busy with paperwork, Pothy. Besides," he fishes around in his haversack for a moment, before removing a bag of dried fruit. "I grabbed this before we left. I knew you'd be hungry before we were through."

Patch comes not from outside, but from the treatment area of the Soldier's Defense. She'd had a long morning there, but for what? That's a secret for another time. She's dressed in her frilled shirt, her coat draped over her left arm as she's talking with one of the nurses on her way into the reception area. It's quiet and muted, but afterwards she's handed something to look over. As she settles to read her billing and disclosures, a green Egalrin catches her eye. "Know them when I see them?" a memory that leads to a grin. Wait. Was that a Pothy?.

Oh, and others. A lot of others. The surprise clear on Patch's face as she just raises a hand and wiggles some fingers to the duo of half-elves, and a nod to the Mourner. "It's moments like these I think I believe in all the talk of luck and voodoo." she says quietly, nestling to go over some things as her coat is placed on her lap, clipboard atop it. "What a strange morning."

Bird acknowledges bird. Or, rather, bird glances up from writing to give a confused raise of a feathered brow. A few darting glances from sky-blue eyes from the white corvid to the couple. The couple, to the mourner. To the elf, from the couple. He clears his throat.

"Typically, one does not reward such behavior from an animal," he mentions in a bassy whistle. "However, one with such intelligence, the rules differ." A pause. "Pardon me, would you two happen to be the Lupecyll-Alton couple?"

The elf's comments don't seem to slip by him, as he too includes to her, "You know them?"

Verna steps from the counter, hood dipping to Patch as first noted, with her focus linger on her for a moment. When the after-care documentation is noted or presumed, her attention shifts to the corvid call. It is with no surprise that she also spies the pair of demi-sildanyari, shortly followed by the olive avian. "In the case of Apotheosis, it is less a reward and more akin to bribery for silence," she opines.

It is, indeed, a Pothy, and he immediately flies over to Patch's shoulder, getting a snuggle and a nuzzle from the bard's cheek. "Patch!" he says in Cor'lana's voice, followed by many happy tail-wags.

Cor'lana, meanwhile, turns to the egalrin. There's an expression caught between amusement and bewilderment that crosses her face. "Yes, we are," she says. "Patch here is a friend of ours and a chosen sister of mine. And you are...?"

Her hand goes slyly to her chest. Sometimes it pays off to be cautious.

Telamon smiles at Patch and Verna broadly, and chuckles. "Yes, I know, sometimes fate has quite the sense of timing. It's good to see both of you, though." His eyes sparkle at Verna's quip. "Well, whatever works. Sometimes, it's best to feed him just to keep him quiet." Watching Pothy flit over to cuddle on Patch makes him grin, but then the strange egalrin addresses them.

Smoothly, Tel turns to regard the taller birdfolk, his dark eyes twinkling. "That would be us, yes. May I know who asks?"

"Oh, yes. They're good friends as Cor'lana says. She is my sister." Patch's amusement of the situation growing as she answers the green Egalrin.

With a Pothy now on Patch's shoulder, Verna's words are laughed at, flashing the corvid an amused grin. "Apotheosis? I guess all secrets have their price." a hand rising to stroke the creature with a crooked finger.

"I'm Patch. As announced." she says, turning to the Umnesi-Kin with a wide grin. "A pleasure."

"And more than you know, Telamon. I'd explain, but... secrets?" Patch flashing glance then back to Pothy. "Some are okay, right?"

"Coincidence and fortune can combine in rather unexpected ways," Verna affirms on the matter of fate. As the avian's inquiry was for Cor'lana and Telamon, who have confirmed their identity, she does not offer anything further on that aspect. Instead, her duties presumably completed or held for the present, she takes a moment to doff her robe hood.

"I see," the olive egalrin intones, sky blue gaze glancing from the couple to Patch. Connecting dots. "As mentioned, the rules are different for such beings," he adds to Verna's quip, as well as watching Pothy go on his nuzzle spree.

Multiple questions are answered with a simple, "I am Zanzimar," he answers, tit for tat. He rests his paperwork down on his lap. "Ceiwen's wind carry you all to free skies. I mean not to pry, but you all seem well known, at least, privy to the know. Would it be too much of me to ask some questions?" he politely inquires.

"Secrets," Pothy agrees firmly with Patch--he even borrows her voice. "Some are okay." Then he continues to nuzzle against Patch. The bard is getting an awful lot of Pothy-cuddles.

Cor'lana, however, seems... less amiable to the situation. Her lips press together into a line. "It really depends on what kind of questions," she answers Zanzimar. "I don't talk to people working for gossip rags. Neither does my husband." She's firm, but polite. "It'd help if I knew why you were asking them to begin with."

Coming from the direction of the gardens comes a woman in a bright pink dress that matches the color of the tips of her dyed hair. She carries with her a cloth-wrapped basket, and moves a bit lazily through the area toward her destination which is the Soldier's Defense. She pauses however as she notes the large gathering of individuals outside the Defense. She waves to each in turn, and then moves toward Verna with a smile. "Hello everyone! What's this about questions?"

<pre>GAME: Telamon rolls sense motive+3: (4)+20+3: 27</pre>

"Easy, love." Telamon's been studying the egalrin with a careful eye, taking him in. "I don't think he's a muckwriter." The sorcerer's eyes glint. "Besides, we haven't had too many of those ever since that last one, where you threatened to turn him into a drooling idiot. No... you're no gossip hound, Master Zanzimar. You remind me of my cousin Algar, in fact."

He folds his hands in front of him. "You can ask your questions, but I won't guarantee answers. A better deal, I think, than some would give you."

Poking at her Paperwork between petting the familiar on her shoulder, Patch raises a brow and nuzzles back, even using her head and short hair to brush the bird. "I am full of something, but I wouldn't call it a privy." she says to Zanzimar, pausing to look at Pothy oddly.

"You okay, Pothers?" Patch asks, smirking. "If you're worried. Worry not." she assures the corvid, even flashing her paperwork in tease. "Happy today?"

"I suspect I know some of what this is about, but I would rather know why you're looking for your sister." Patch says, her play suddenly ceasing as she's blunt with Zanzimar. One bird here clearly having favor. It's Pothy.

Zanzimar raises both hands in surrender. "Peace. Your husband is correct, ma'am. I thank you for indulging me."

The bright newcomer elf gets an appraising glance over before he bobs his head in acknowledgement. "Yes. My questions pertain to-"

He blinks, head quirking to the side to look straight at Patch. "-I... yeah, I am lookin' fo'- *ahem* I am looking for her. I am going to assume you know of her. I will also assume she is playing hard to find. I am looking for her due to the fact that last time she wrote the family, she had broken a wing. This was months ago, and hasn't checked in. I know she is of the cheeky sort, but its unlike her. When she failed to respond to my correspondence, I flew in to find her."

He folds his hands on top of his knee. "Her family is worried for her. At least I know she isn't dead. Could you inform me of my sister Slixvah's location?"

<pre>GAME: Patch rolls perform/sing: (13)+13: 26</pre>

Verna may have hypotheses of her own concerning the verdant egalrin and questions therefrom; at least one is called out directly by Patch. Her musings on this are somewhat diverted with Auranar's arrival, however. A smile blooms on her features to the sylvanori. "Welcome, Dearest. I believe there are inquiries of a familial nature," she proposes. Just in time for such to be confirmed. Another fortune of fate? "What brings you here?" She briefly turns to Zanzimar to offer some information and solace. "I can confirm that she is not deceased as of this morning."

Cor'lana is visibly assuaged by multiple parties: her husband's reassurance, Patch's handling of the situation, and Auranar's entrance. She casts a look over to Auranar as she enters. "It appears we're dealing with long-lost family of a friend," she says. "Good morning, Auranar, and I hope your wedding preparations are going well."

She looks back to Zanzimar. "She's fine. The broken wing's healed, and she's doing what she does best." Cor'lana's still polite, but there's certainly still a bit of caginess to her.

Pothy, meanwhile, replies, "Happy Pothy," in Cor'lana's voice, reassuring Patch that all is okay.

And as Lana calms, Telamon relaxes as well. "Ahh... it seems to be the season for family reunions," he comments a bit obliquely. His expression is cheerful, and he nods in agreement with Cor'lana. "Indeed, Slix has been quite the heroine here. She certainly has not brought any shame to her lineage or family."

At the sight of Auranar, he chuckles. "Pardon me a moment," before raising a hand to Aura in greeting. "Take care, Aura, Pothy is on the prowl and the sight of you might drive him to distraction." He grins as he says it though.

"Cheeky? That's an understatement, but if you know her so well, you'd know finding her doesn't work like that." Patch counters, sighing to Zanzimar's words. "You need something. I don't know what it is, but you aren't telling everything." the bard says, eyes narrowing a tad. "I'm told you're at least a good brother, and mostly honest." she says, shrugging as she continues to stroke Pothy with a finger. "So I'll confirm Mourner Verna and my Sister's words. She's alive and well."

At the introduction of Auranar, Patch diverts attention with a grin, speaking to Cor'lana. "That's the bride? Oh, oh!" the couple finally being seen together brining forth a grin. "It's good to have a face to the knowledge."

Auranar looks embarrassed and perhaps a bit cagey herself at the comment about her upcoming nuptuals. "Long lost family?" She seems curious, and she smiles warmly at the unfamiliar individual in question before offering him a nod in greeting. "I came to bring you some lunch Verna... Wanted to make sure you actually take a break."

She laughs gently and warmly, her dark cheeks warming at Patch's discription of her. "Hello, I don't think we've met." Auranar offers her hand to Patch. "I'm Auranar."

Verna's cheeks lighten and turn ruddy at Auranar's explanation. "My thanks, love. I was, in fact, just now taking some respite. Your timing is uncanny." Her eyes and smile shift to Patch with their introductions. Likely for propriety. Probably to beam over the meeting. Possibly to seek outside confirmation that she did actually take a break.

Zanzimar takes in the information people provide with a thoughtful yet calculating appraisal. Filing it away, connect it with other information. He doesn't seem one to quip at random bits of knowledge, instead more privy to take a moment to sort things out. His fingers drum against his clipboard, the paper request forgotten about. Save for a slight softening of the face at the mention of- "... that is good to know she is doing what she wishes. To help people in whatever capacity she can get her wings on."

Again, his attention shifts to Patch, who's hitting him with insight and questions right on the beak. He squints. "I appreciate the confirmation she is not dead. That would be... another tragedy-"

Zani flinches. Sighs. Pinches between his eyes. "I apologize for the dodginess of things. Yes, I know it's hard to pin her down. She's always been like that."

He cycles a breath. "... while I would prefer to speak with her ''personally'' about the entirety of the situation, I must inform her that the family is moving to the Aerie here." Seems like Patch's prying got something.

Telamon raises his eyebrows at Zanzimar. "Truly? Well then, surely this should be cause for celebration, though I admit if my family moved to Alexandria it would be a case of being 'underfoot'." He tilts his head at Zanzimar in a very birdlike way, studying the egalrin. "Unless this would be an inconvenience to Slixvah? I am not well versed in her family life prior to her coming here."

His gaze moves to Patch. "Patch, you spend more time with Slix, perhaps you could enlighten me? I believe there is a vast gulf in my understanding of the situation here."

"Oh, she's goin to hate that!" Patch says with a laugh, Zani getting her first reaction. "I think it would do her some good, but she's an independent soul." admitting she doesn't share her feathered friends full opinion.

Auranar is met with a flush and grin that's left over from the mirth at Zani. A hand rising to take the other elven woman's with a soft squeeze and shake. "It's a pleasure, Auranar. I'm called Patch." introducing herself with a curt nod. "Or at least I encourage it."

Telamon's words were partially answered when she spoke to Zanzimar, but Patch clarifies a couple things. "She adores her family, Master Telamon. I'm also told they adore her back. Mostly, but... trouble and issues brought her this way. Is it those same troubles as to why the family follows?" she asks with a shrug. "Or, is it something new?" speculating before the brother, prodding still.

Auranar smiles broadly at Patch, shaking her and in a manner that suggests that she's well versed in hand-shaking. Once Patch has turned her attention to the others, Auranar turns her own on Verna. "I'm glad you actually stopped to take a break yourself. I brought enough for the both of us. Well, assuming we don't donate too much to Pothy."

She glances toward the bird in question and gives him a little wave of her fingers. Auranar keeps her voice quiet though, not wanting to interrupt the conversation happening around them.

Zanimar looks between the others getting acquainted, him staying quiet to respect their fist meeting. "While it may not mean much from a stranger, congratulations on your future union," he respectfully intones to Verna and Auranar, returning the wave with one of his own.

Glances between Telamon and Patch make his brow furrow. "Make no mistake, we love our tiny Slixy-" One can ''feel'' the sibling chain yanking, "- however, no, Madam Patch. We were not ousted by the Aerie. Instead..."

He trails off, grinding his beak in a familiar manner. "... I will need promise that you will not tell her, as I should be the bearer of such news to her. However..." There's a long pause. "... a landslide has decimated over half the Aerie."

"I insist that you join me," Verna pans her beaming back to Aura, " especially after all the effort on my behalf." Her voice is also low so as not to intrude upon the others.

The well-wishes from Zanzimar do draw her attention back to he and the others, though the rest of his words cause her brightened countenance to fall abruptly to neutral. Then past this to concern. "Does your family or community require any aid?"

Telamon's eyes widen. "I see," he says with a much more somber tone. "I beg your pardon, Zanzimar, and I ask you to accept my condolences in this matter. I must assume from your words that at least some of your family were lost." It's not a question. "I can also see why you might wish to relocate. Sometimes it is better to start a new nest in the wake of such a tragedy."

He takes a deep breath, flicking his eyes to Patch and Lana. "Patch, do you know where Slix is off to today? I think... this does require her personal attention."

Patch loses her amusement, suddenly sobering at the news. Her demeanor changes, her pets to Pothy stopped as she turns her clipboard over for the moment. "No, that is a fair enough request of you. She needs to hear about this from family." she agrees, willing to pass on the message, a softer smile offered. "And like Mourner Verna. You itty-bitty-Slixy has left us with a large and lasting impression. If your family is in need, we're friends enough to offer aid."

Telamon's words get a wince, and Patch will not retread them, but she also awaits an answer. "How bad was it?" being all she can think to add.

"I don't know where she is today, but I do know a few places she might be. Slixvah roams, and doesn't keep an room unless she must." Patch admits to Telamon. "Finding her would be hard. The correct course would be to just 'let it happen'." whatever that means.

Auranar's hand flies to her mouth, the thought of that tragedy fills her with horror and she looks at the man who is Slixvah's brother and clutches at her basket. "That's terrible. Yes, if you need anything; please let us know. We're the sort that help one another around here." She didn't really know Slixvah very much, but she knew what it was like to lose family.

The offers of aid are met with a raised hand to halt them. "I deeply appreciate the offer for assistance. However, it is a far journey from here; the Aerie is in the Sky Curtains, and our dealings with the Khazad has garnered enough reputation that they have given the Aerie full support in relocation and aid."

He carefully surveys each and every soul speaking with him. His throat bobs. "... thank you. Perhaps when we... arrive, some aid in knowing the landscape would assist. The Elders in the Aerie here will help, but Slixvah's actions at home might have gotten around the other Aeries. So... unknown animosity."

The question of family lost is answered with an even, "Luck be it that we did not lose any family. A non-insignificant number of us have been severely injured. There are some lives lost in other families. Losing flight is nothing compared to loss of life. Grieve for them instead."

Zanzimar fidgets with a fletching on an arrow nearby.

Cor'lana's lips remain in a fine line for a moment as this terrible news is said aloud. "I am sorry for the lives lost and the injuries incurred," she says. "How many of you are arriving here to Alexandria, if I might ask?"

Telamon makes a face at Patch's assessment. "Yes, that... seems to be part and parcel of Slix's abilities. It is definitely not like 'talent', but it does have its own... peculiarities." He sighs at Zanzimar. "All I can tell you, sir, is that Slix will arrive when it is appropriate and needed. Things just seem to work out that way in her favor."

Telamon steps back, and puts his arm around Cor'lana's shoulders, comforting as needed. He nods at her question, as it's a good one.

"Fifteen in the brood. So, fourteen to make the journey." Patch says, grinning to Cor'lana now that she knows the news isn't as dire. "But I suspect more than the family is coming?" she asks, casting a glance after Telamon. "Well, if there isn't a new one in the lot."

"Animosity? Screw that." Patch says, tone even when regarding this topic to Zanzimar. "Whatever her actions there, she's known as honorable and decent here. I don't know much about the politics, but it sounds like excuses to pick at the talented to me."

Zanzimar is about to answer the question, but Patch beats him to the punch. He watches the mottled elf for a moment overlong, picking apart the possibilities and relations to having such information. "There is no new siblings, no, mother was clear on that after how difficult Baby Bani was," he mentions, confirming there is indeed, fifteen in the family.

His brows furrow at Patch's dismissal. "While her actions in the city may show her favor here, the Aeries work differently. What is spoken on the wind carries through time. The Elders at home did not like her methods. You, Madam Patch, as well as Madam Auranar here must know such things take a long, long while to leave the decades of tales."

A look to Telamon. "Whatever it is she does, it does have its own peculiarities. She is the odd one out, but nevertheless, she's still ours."

A relieved sigh escapes him, the olive egalrin getting to his feet and picking his quiver up. "However, I do appreciate your offers of aid and sympathy. It is well received, I thank you."

There's a thoughtful look on Cor'lana's face--more accurately, in her eyes, as she maintains a more neutral expression on her mouth. "I know a bit about elders who disfavor some," she says. "Of a sorts. It is up to the ones that they spurn to shine brighter than ever despite them. Slixvah has done just that here, just as many who have come here to seek their fortune have done."

Finally, she smiles lightly. "There are more than a few in this room who know something about that, too. Now, anything else we can answer for you?"

"Indeed," Telamon opines. "Sometimes the life we lead isn't easy, but it's better to shine in our own way than to cleave to another's expectations. Even those of us who've had relatively sedate family upbringings understand that at some point, the fledgling must leave the nest and make its own flights."

He brings his hands together, steepling his fingers. "Sir, while I cannot simply summon Slixvah out of thin air for you, I can make inquiries. Is there a place you may be staying at that I might send word to you, if the time comes?"

"I am just Patch, but since you're family of Slixvah, you can call me Sio or Siofra." Patch offers in substitute for the madam comments, sighing at Zanzimar's words. "You'd not find one with a greater disdain for age locked tradition than I, Mr. Umnesi." Patch says, shrugging as she goes back to finishing her paperwork. "My sister speaks true about what she knows of. Slixvah is learning to fly, and did so when there were storms."

To Telamon's inquiry, Patch nods. "It would help to have a place to send her to if she's found. I agree." pointing to the half-elf with a grin. "Likely she'll pop up soon enough."

"I'm in agreement with Patch." Auranar offers quietly. "Though I do understand that elders can have a difficult time in letting go of things once they've set their minds to it... I am a firm believer that being set in ones ways to such an extent is unhealthy." She smiles more gently at Slixvah's brother. "In any case, once the arie arrives, I would be happy to help in whatever way I can."

Verna reflexively slips an arm around Auranar as further details of events are provided. She is silent for the majority, offering unspoken prayer for those departed. Her fiancee's statement of belief prompts a brief twitch of tension, but it just as quickly fades. Verna nods in affirmation. "We would aid however we might."

Zanzimar clips the quiver around his waist, the bolas on his chest quietly clacking together in the process. "Alas, you all speak true. And such is the strife between the young and the old within the Aeries. It is why Slixy left. I do not have any more questions, Madam Lupecyll-Alton. Thank you."

He shifts to Patch. "Very well, Siofra. I do look forward to learning what she has done that makes you all speak so highly of her. As well as... not looking forward to it." He squints at that. Must be a brotherly sense about his sister's typical antics.

The green ranger scoops up his bow, lifting up a pelt and sliding it into a sheathe behind him, along with the papers from the clipboard. "Perhaps aid be rendered upon arrival. I will let them know. Thank you. Truly."

"In regards to inquiring about her, if you run into her, tell her ...-" he rubs his face, green feathers floofing slightly. A steeling breath. "- tell her Brother Zanzi ain't playin' no mo' and she betta' git her feathered ass down ta the Fernwood right quick."

Cor'lana... actually has to suppress a giggle, but she does grin very, very widely. "Okay, yeah, you're Slixvah's brother," she says. "Please, don't feel the need to speak a certain way. People around here appreciate those who speak truly to themselves."

She turns to Telamon with a grin. "Well, darling, shall we head home? We do have that cake Grandfather dropped off to--"

"CAKE," Pothy squawks, and he returns to Cor'lana's shoulder with the flapping of wings.

Telamon nods solemnly to Zanzimar, but his eyes twinkle. "I'll let her know. With any luck, if she doesn't show up there herself, I'll send her your way." He grins. "Won't be the first time I've been called in to help with family. Probably won't be the last."

He nods to Lana. "I think we should make our way there, yes. The weather will be turning sour soon, and I don't feel much like hiking through snowdrifts. Flying in it's not much better."

"While I might convey the importance, I don't promise to pass along the threat." Patch's lips forming a thin line. "I'd ask you think of listening to her before passing judgement, Mr. Umnesi." she says, standing after Pothy departs, and taking her paperwork back towards the front desk now that it's done. "Her work is more important than you know, and while you have your thoughts of how family should work. She's still serving you. Even if you don't see it."

"I've had a very taxing day, and had to be poked, probed, and prodded... so excuse me if I am being short." she says of her reasons for being here, turning to the group. "Now that my matters are done, I'll see if I can't bump into her. She's sure to turn up. Eventually." Patch offers, dipping her head towards those here. "Sorry we couldn't be of more direct help."

Seeing that the gathering is breaking up, Auranar smiles at Verna and takes her hand. "We should be off to lunch also." She nods politely to Slixvah's brother. "A pleasure to meet you, and you Patch." She offers a nod to Patch as well before tugging gently on Verna's hand.

"Fare well, all of you," Verna offers to the others that excuse themselves before turning to take Auranar's hand. As Aura takes her full attention. "We shall." The Mourner is light and readily guided by sylvanori might. That and she has every interest in remaining attached and following.

Zanzimar waves a hand off to Cor'lana. "Your sentiment is appreciated and noted," he says. He eyes Pothy with a perplexed look before slowly nodding to Telamon, eyes not leaving the bird. "I understand. Thank you. And yes, it is to snow soon, make your flights now."

A hand raises to Patch. "Peace, Siofra. While I would have had more harried questions for her, you all speak of caution. Prevailing winds do change, and must be read. But do not apologize, you all have been incredibly helpful."

He adjusts his attire, and makes to step outside after dropping the clipboard off. "Pleasure to make your acquaintances," he caps off. "Ceiwen bless your skies."

With that, he steps out, wings unfurl to a their large span, and he takes off with a large gust of a downdraft.

==OOC==

''Snacks?''
:: <OOC> Slixvah says, "no, pothy, slix's brother isn't a snack"
:: <OOC> Ravenstongue says, "PFFT."

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Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Last-Minute Lyrics *Emitter: Ravenstongue *Characters: Patch, Ravenstongue, Seldan, Verna *Place: Theatre District *Summary: Ravenstongue is leaving a show that she's written emergency lyrics for when she meets Seldan, Verna, and Patch. Verna delivers the happy news: she's getting married to Auranar in Llyranost, and soon! The group discusses it a little before they part their..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Last-Minute Lyrics

*Emitter: Ravenstongue

*Characters: [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]

*Place: Theatre District

*Summary: Ravenstongue is leaving a show that she's written emergency lyrics for when she meets Seldan, Verna, and Patch. Verna delivers the happy news: she's getting married to Auranar in Llyranost, and soon! The group discusses it a little before they part their separate ways, with Seldan getting the aid of an invisibility spell to help him out.</div>

''Theatre District, evening.''

It's a cold and icy night, but when has that ever stopped a show from playing at the Theatre District? The crowd spills out of one theatre, as the round of applause for the show's conclusion had already been given, and all manner of people go straight for the various vendors that offer warm beverages and snacks, mixed between musicians and artisans of all sorts.

Cor'lana's among them, but she's holding what looks like a small wicker basket. Pothy's on her shoulder, wearing a multi-colored scarf around his neckline that dangles as he tries to get a look at the contents of the basket. "Pothy, it's just a collection of cheeses. You can wait until we get home to eat some," Cor'lana replies with a small amount of bashfulness.

Pothy looks at her in utter horror. "I'm going to starve," he complains in the voice of a little girl on the cusp of throwing a tantrum.

Cor'lana just ignores this. "Look, I'm just going to get some cider, then we're going to go home. It'll be quick, I promise. I didn't expect that they'd give me a whole basket of cheeses just for writing lyrics for ''one'' song, but..."

The weather has certainly limited the number of performers and pedestrians on the street. Until the theatre empties, that is. Verna was walking in relative solace until said time, perhaps towards one of the vendors of hot refreshments. Rather quickly, however, she becomes one of a brief crowd. One likely still conspicuous due to the comparative absence of festive, fashionable, and/or entertaining colors in her attire. The spot of white on Cor'lana's shoulder, as well as the woman's voice, draw Verna in that direction.

Mingling among the crowds exiting the theaters are a few who do not look like theater-goers. Indeed, Seldan is just passing through, varying his route back towards the eastern side of the city, as he so often does when he finds reason to be out this way. A sartorial look is his choice for tonight, a muted dark blue overcoat adorned with a double row of silver buttons up the front of the closed jacket. Beneath it, a garment in a deeper color is visible, blue with silver embroidery depicting celestial creatures, and a pair of dark leather trousers. Relatively new-looking boots adorn his feet, an ornate and old-looking sword at one hip, and a scarf and swordsman's gloves complete the ensemble. He has left himself bare-headed, bright hair glinting in the mana lamps, and he wears a sober and serious reserve like a cloak around him as he walks unfamiliar streets. The wind is pulling strands of hair out of his headband to fall in his face.

Patch doesn't come from the show's main doors, her quiet departure having taken one of the many back doors built for the cast and crew. She wasn't part of the production, but why fight the crowd when you can just slip past a couple of stanchions to a quicker freedom.

The smell of food, and the crisp night bring a wide smile to the bard's face, her first few steps into the streets taken before she hears a familiar voice going on about cheese. "Wait, you 'sold' them that?" eyes finally spotting Cor'lana in the crowd and turning that way. "Cheese might not be enough, but gratitude and thought?" a grin as she slips past another couple to skip a step to greet her sister proper. "Pothy is always best paid in perishables?" she plays and pokes at the familiar and a wink to the owner.

"And I doubt starving is an option, Poth." Patch counters. "I just so happen to have some almonds. If you don't mind the chance of lint."

Cor'lana brightens as Patch approaches her. "Sister!" she says, managing a hug as the crowd settles into lines for cider and post-show snacks--or have simply broken off into little groups to talk about what they just saw. Cor'lana looks a little bashful as she says, "I, ahh, I don't know about 'sold'--that show was in the previews just a week ago. The showrunner was going to use some that the lyricist from his last show wrote for him for one song, but they had a falling out and the lyricist threatened to sue if his lyrics were performed tonight. I got a frantic message last night asking me, of all people, to write new ones, and..."

She gestures to the basket of cheese. "Well, here I am!"

Pothy looks starry-eyed at the offer of almonds. "Please, I'm so hungry," he asks, using the same starving little girl's voice to beg for food.

But he also catches a certain collection of ginger-blonde hair striding by. "Sir Seldaaaaaan," he... cat-calls? It's a pretty flirtatious voice.

"What? Seldan?" Cor'lana asks Pothy, and then... she narrows her eyes. "Where did you even ''hear'' that call? Where have you been hanging out when I'm not looking?"

"Good eve to three of you," Verna offers to Cor'Lana, Pothy, and Patch. She is about to add more when the corvid-call causes her to halt, mouth open. A blink escapes before it closes and her head turns in attempt to follow Pothy's gaze curiously.

The owner of that name starts, jumps, and looks around for the source of the voice. For all the world, he wears for a brief minute the spring-loaded tension of a deer about to turn tail and flee. It's only for a moment, until he spots the white raven and its mistress - and another familiar face besides. A moment and a deep breath to settle himself, and he turns towards the group.

He approaches with a polite bow, but a serious mien, and a deadly serious if even stare directed at no one in particular, in the way of one trying to determine who called.

Patch had been digging in a pocket for that described treat as that hug comes. She returns that embrace of Cor'lana with one arm and listens to that story with a few blinks at the drama. "A known tale in these circles. Some creatives bunt heads and...." the flirtatious outburst from the corvid causing the bard to pause and flush. "Does Pothy hangout by the docks?" the dawn elf finally snorts.

Out of Patch's coat she takes a small bag of roasted almonds, opening it and spilling some into her free hand. "Honestly, do you even deserve a snack after that?" she admonishes in play, the question rhetorical as she's already offering one to the bird as snack, being careful of her fingers.

"Well, now that Master Padaryn has been called out. Hello." she says in greeting, turning to Verna with a growing smirk. "And greetings to you, Mourner Verna." the bag of hers again pocketed, leaving some snacks to pass about in hand to the cheeky bird.

Pothy eagerly takes the almonds from Patch, being careful enough to not grab her fingers. Fingers are not snacks, generally speaking, but almonds are, and he knows that if he bites fingers, then there will be no more almonds. He does, however, pause long enough to go, "Sir Seeel-"

"That's enough out of you, Pothy," Cor'lana interrupts, wrapping two fingers and her thumb around the bird's beak to clamp it shut. "Seldan, I am ''so'' sorry," she offers apologetically as she looks to the ginger-blond servant of Eluna. "I don't know where he learned to mimic that call. If it's the docks, then suffice to say, I'm not taking him back there any time soon."

She offers Verna a small smile. "Good evening to you as well, Verna," she says. "I hope everyone's doing well on this evening."

When the call starts again, Seldan's ice-blue eyes snap to Pothy, then lower thoughtfully. "The fault is mine," he murmurs. "It was foolish of me to have dared a crowd so openly." What is he talking about? He does not linger on it, however, instead bowing politely. "Her light upon your path. Pothy, I, too, will thank you not to use that call. Mourner Verna, Mistress Patch, Mistress Cor'lana. What brings you here?"

Verna dips her hood low to Seldan in greeting, though does not address him by name aloud, and intentionally so, out of respect for his situation. "Good eve." To Cor'lana's question, there is a pause before she answers. "All is well enough when averaged. Joyous in some aspects, less so in others." Her hood pans to Seldan to answer his, next. "I sought inspiration in attire from those I expected to be present in the district, though I had not accounted for the weather limiting those out of doors at any given time.".

"Not a Mistress. I don't like authority, nor control." Patch's words coming with a wide grin aimed at Seldan. "The Bard, Patch. Patch. Sio. Siofra. All of those are fine. Mistress? No." her tone still warm despite her correction.

"Inspiration is always worthy of seeking, Verna." Patch says, turning to the Mourner. "I should show you the costume department sometime, some of the outfits would surprise you."

"I was just about." Patch says, motioning towards the theater as she answers Seldan's question. "Sometimes there is a show you just need to see."

"I'll take 'Mistress' over 'the Temptress', like how they're billing my fictional counterpart on the Crimson Pen covers," Cor'lana say, rolling her eyes. "I don't think they credited me on the playbill for tonight, either, but that's fine by me. As I was telling Patch earlier--I wrote lyrics for a song at the show that just let out, because the lyricist and the showrunner had a falling out, and the showrunner knew that I'm a poet--so, I earned some... cheese. Speaking of snacks..."

She releases Pothy from his finger-muzzle. "Apologize," she demands of him. "That was a very rash and rude thing to do to our friend. He deserves to go about in daily life without being called and recognized, especially in such a leering manner."

Pothy... gulps? Yes, he mimics an audible gulp. "I'm sorry," he mimics in Cor'lana's voice to Seldan. This earns him a headpat. Just one, though.

"I'd love to offer you fashion advice, Verna, but honestly, I just look at what Telamon's wearing for the day and then try to match him. It works out for the best." Cor'lana offers another sheepish smile.

"As you will, Patch. Forgive me the slight." Seldan bows first to Patch, a clear if reserved apology, but then turns to Verna and Cor'lana. He inclines his head to Pothy, but in a way that clearly reads ''uh-huh''. "You are forgiven, Pothy, but I would have you remember that I cannot wholly trust these walls. If I am recognized by the wrong person -" He pauses, then allows it to trail off. "Never mind that. The fault was mine. I should not have gone openly. I was unaware that you were a poet."

"I will take that under advisement," Verna admits to Cor'lana, "though I am uncertain how well I could coordinate with Auranar. On that note, our meeting is fortuitous." She looks from her to Seldan and around. "She and I shall be travelling within a fortnight to her family's lands to be wed. I am uncertain whether it is to be a private affair or an open ceremony; we received the missive only recently and with little notice."

"Well the words does fit you far better than I, Sister." Patch notes with a wiggle of brow. "I'm sure Telamon likes the direct and dictating."

"It wasn't a slight. I just don't feel the word applies." Patch offers, grinning still as she faces Seldan. "If I was mad, you'd hear bit more cursing. I just don't like you to waste words. Not on me." a hand waving at the talk. "My apologies for souring the tone. I more meant you don't have to be formal. Not with me."

"Wed?!" Patch catching some of Verna's words. "That's great news. We have all sorts of dresses at the college. Sappy and happy scenes always need a good dress."

"I am a poet," Cor'lana says, although it's a little more like a confession. "Both Telamon and I are, actually, but I'm a little more serious about it, I guess you could say. I perform sometimes at poetry events here in the district, and that's where the showrunner had heard of me. I write about a lot of things, but love's been the focal point of most of my work as of late."

Her eyes light up in delight as Verna reveals she's soon to be married. "Oh, Verna! I'm so happy for you! Marriage is wonderful, so long as you're getting married to the right person, and Auranar certainly is. If it's a private ceremony, can Telamon and I send along a gift or two?"

"Three," Pothy pipes in, his tail wagging. He wants to give Auranar and Verna a gift, too!

"Congratulations," Seldan adds to the response to the news of Verna soon to be married. "You will, at the least, announce it, will you not?" Still, that measure of reserve lingers, and he casts occasional glances around him, especially to the crowd. His ice-blue eyes flick towards Cor'lana at the mention of getting the right person, but says nothing, instead brushing a stray lock of hair away from his eyes.

He says nothing further to Patch, merely inclining his head in understanding. He's still tense, though, maintaining a quiet reserve.

Verna's hood dips, thrice. "My thanks for your offerings. I expect there to be announcement, at the very least. Gifts would be welcomed. If appropriate, I hope to invite our friends and allies, yourselves among them. Neither gifts nor attendance would be mandatory, of course. The short notice is inconvenient, and I offer my apologies."

"A talented poet." Patch says, not letting Cor'lana downplay her success, grinning.

"Well the season has brought with it many splendid surprises, and joyous news is always welcome." Patch says of Verna.

As for Seldan, Patch offers a concerned look, his aversion and gesture bring a slight frown. "Assuredly, Seldan. I didn't mean anything of it. I'm sorry" she says, offering a more formal apology. "I wasn't trying to flyt."

Cor'lana looks mildly bashful at Patch's praise. There's even the slightest suggestion of a blush forming on her cheeks. "You're sweet, sister," she says. "Thank you for your kind words."

She looks thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I think I will have to think with Telamon for a bit as to ''what'' to gift you and Auranar, Verna," she says. "Something practical, perhaps. No, maybe I ought to talk to Grandfather, he's got a great eye for gifts."

Finally, she offers Patch and Seldan both a reassuring smile. "Seldan, if you need cover out of the city tonight, I can always shroud you with invisibility if you need it."

"Patch, you do not trouble me, and there is no need for further apology." Seldan murmurs. "I am too exposed here, and should leave, ere I am seen and recognized by others." He is acting rather like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. "I shall have to see if Malik cares to come, once the location is known," he adds to Verna. "But - invisibility would not go amiss, after that display."

Verna is given pause with Cor'lana's talk of gifts. After spending too long considering a response, she offers a simple, brief, "Whatever you feel is best, certainly." She then notes to Seldan, tone more flat than norm, "Her family hails from Llyranost. I would not expect all to make the journey, especially with little time to prepare." Lastly, to Patch, a dip of hood in a nod. "It is joyous news." Yet her inflection does not imply as much, perhaps even for Verna.

"Llyranost is a place I tend to avoid, this is true." Patch flashing Seldan another grin at his word, giving a stiff nod. "I know it worries you, but I do not fear what may come because of your presence." she assures.

"My mother has eyes, and I am not keen on being seen." Patch admits, the talk of Verna's earning a smile. "I am happy for you, and wish it the best." a soft dip of her head given as she turns to step away. "I can't linger, but it seems all has found its path." a dip and bow given with a flourish of arm as she excuses herself.

"Llyranost? Well, I'd at least like to make a nicer memory of the place compared to the last time that I was there," Cor'lana says with a smile. "I'll try and see if Telamon and I can travel, and if we can't--then we'll have the gifts sent in our stead."

The sorceress then turns to Patch. "Of course, Sister--don't let us keep you," she says. "Have a good evening, and take care with all of this ice."

Finally, she turns to Seldan, and she smiles. "Now, for the matter of invisibility--either I can cast it on you here, or we can walk a little into a more quiet corner somewhere--as quiet as one can get in this district, that is--and I cast it on you there. It'll only buy you a bit of time, but if it quells your worries, my friend, it's a spell worth casting."

"Her light upon your path," Seldan raises a quiet hand to Patch's departure, but turns to Verna, suddenly grave. "Then I fear I must make my apologies." A low bow accompanies that. "I fear that I, too, should be gone, and it is best if we find a quiet place for such a spell."

Verna is not surprised by Seldan's response, nor need to depart, though not delighted by either. "They are accepted and understood, Silverguard, though your presence is ever welcome. I would not keep any of you unduly. May you be judged justly and at your appointed time," she offers in farewell to all three.

"And you as well, Verna," Cor'lana says almost too cheerily as she turns to Seldan. What happens next is somewhat out of the blue, as she nudges Pothy off her shoulder and removes the cloak from her shoulders, offering it to the Elunan with a grin, her violet eyes sparkling in the evening lights. While she's wearing a woolen dress underneath, it's of a somewhat light weight for the season--as is the cloak. Given that she doesn't seem bothered by the chill of the evening, they might have been chosen for fashionable reasons.

"Put that on and throw the hood up for your own comfort," she suggests to Seldan, in a way that hints that she's not going to accept protest about her giving him the cloak, which is accentuated further as she spins on her heel. "Then we'll duck into this one little nook I know; the place is dead when people aren't using it..."

Even servants of Eluna must sometimes hide, as She sometimes does behind the clouds in the sky.

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Recent Logs

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Ravenstongue: /* December */

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==2022 Logs==
===January===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|January 1, 2022
|[[Holy Diver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Glacial Improvements]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[New Years Party]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cesran]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Lyme]], [[Karelin]],<br>[[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 2, 2022
|[[Game of Ghosts, part 2]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Karasu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Randolf]], [[Vaera]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Watcher in the Stars]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 3, 2022
|[[Under Common Stressors]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Zeke]], [[Rhar]]
|-
|
|[[Cold but Comfortable]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Rhyn]]
|-
|
|[[Scars Unseen]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Two Ravens in a Bar]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravendar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|January 4, 2022
|[[Poolside Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Remember Me]]
|[[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Whooooo?]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Monsterous Memory]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Still Afraid]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 5, 2022
|[[Crescent Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Familiar Matters Part 3]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Sith Around and Wait]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Rocky]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|January 6, 2022
|[[Cider and Charms]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[Seeing Stars]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|January 7, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Cafeteria Gossip]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 8, 2022
|[[Walking on Eggshells]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Renew the Pact: Ritual Matters]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Iuitl]], [[Halani]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]], [[Verna]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]], [[Merek]]
|-
|January 9, 2022
|[[Infernal Interruption (Part 2)]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tie me Down]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Candles in the Rain]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Charming Day by the Shore]]
|[[Mikilos]], N'tsssa, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Waiting on the Halls]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Debts pAYAble and lAYAway]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|January 10, 2022
|[[Throw a Blanket over It]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Jinks]], [[Acedia]]
|-
|
|[[Second Guessing Guises]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[A Sewer Shattering kaBOOOM]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 1)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|January 11, 2022
|[[Tea, Cakes, and... Swords?]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Stars, Moon, and Compassion]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Griever: Elves Wizards and Wizard Elves (Part 14)]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stejepan]]
|-
|January 12, 2022
|[[My Brother]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Gray Halls]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Joys, Doubts, and Real Estate]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Curious Courtship]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 13, 2022
|[[Coin Toss]]
|[[Tawyse]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[And One Goblin]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Hospitality Repaid]]
|[[Arngrim]], Boti, [[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 14, 2022
|[[Curious Discussions]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Xasany]]
|-
|
|[[A Faux Pas and a Half]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]], [[Auranar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 15, 2022
|[[Gray Halls (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 16, 2022
|[[Boti's Big Sister]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Through Snow, Rain, Sleet, or Sunshine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Yrch You Can't Scratch-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Pelka]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 17, 2022
|[[Seeing the Finish Line]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[House Hunting Ahead]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Literary Visit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Nothing Drastic]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Distant Futures]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]], [[Vaera]], [[Verna]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 2)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]]
|-
|January 18, 2022
|[[Diplomatic Immunity]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|
|[[Deck the Halls]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Jinks]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 19, 2022
|[[A Marketplace Meeting]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Venom]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 20, 2022
|[[The Illustrious Telperius Atlon]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[How Much Greatwood]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Knightmare]], [[Randolf]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|January 21, 2022
|[[Solitude and Company with a Bottle of Wine]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[What is in your Head]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Until The Heart Betrays]]
|Vignette - [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|January 22, 2022
|[[Cake for Boti]]
|Boti, [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|January 23, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, pt1-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Taking Names]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Andelena]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|January 24, 2022
|[[Reilly Bad Eggs-Bugged VP]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[What is in your Head (Part 2)]]
|[[Ayria]], [[Auranar]], [[Cesran]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Hath no Fury]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Recovering]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Meet the Fisherman]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 3)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|January 25, 2022
|[[Base Jumping]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Better Gnomes and Living]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[The New Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|January 26, 2022
|[[Smoke on Water]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]] DM: [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Boy]]
|[[Arngrim]], [[Aryia]], [[Randolf]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Give it a Chance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[Party Hard]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 27, 2022
|[[No Cages]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Auranar]], [[Faranth]], [[Percy]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 2)]]
|[[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[He Answered]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|January 28, 2022
|[[Throwing Hands]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|January 29, 2022
|[[Insanity Defense]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|January 30, 2022
|[[The Color of a Dress]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt2-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]. [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Alchemical Mishap]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Stopping for the Night]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Moving Concerns]]
|[[Boti]], [[Lyme]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|January 31, 2022
|[[Not Sick, Just Searching]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[It's Cozy at Aryia's Place]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sibling Check In]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 4)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|}
===February===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|February 1, 2022
|[[A Family That Felt Whole]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[More than Enough]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Gut Feeling]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Only Mostly Dead]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Merek]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|February 2, 2022
|[[You Decided]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Tawyse]]
|-
|
|[[The Prophet Hotaru]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 3, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 1)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Sun, Moon, and Earth]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[On the Nature of Stars and Lavender]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Message in a Bottle]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Serene]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|February 4, 2022
|[[Jumping Over the Sword (At a Later Date)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 3)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|February 5, 2022
|[[Not the Burpees]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Dream On]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[No Strings Attached]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 6, 2022
|[[Breathless]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crystal Caverns]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Bad Dreams and Aspirations]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Gadget]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Gaze, pt3-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Lifeline]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 7, 2022
|[[Dwarfed by Insecurities]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Through the Woods]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Book Trip]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|
|[[Unrest Easy]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Killer Promise]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Karasu]]
|-
|
|[[Nest for Three]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Mermaid Illiara]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 5)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|February 8, 2022
|[[Name the Divine]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Sleepless in S-Ea-ttle]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Morgan]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tapping on Eggshells]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Faranmidahn]]
|-
|February 9, 2022
|[[Midday Siesta]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen in Alexandria]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[School of Hard Knocks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Karen's Aftermath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Sword in the Well]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|February 10, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 2)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Princess's Lover]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 11, 2022
|[[His House]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Ones]]
|[[Morgan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 12, 2022
|[[Elf-Help Section]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Wu]]
|-
|February 13, 2022
|[[Strange Gaze, finale-Greatwood VP]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Respite from Expeditions]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Two Daeusites Walk into a Bar]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 14, 2022
|[[What to Spend it On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Andelena]], [[Seyardu]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[The Sword and the Cistern]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 6)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[A Father's Concern]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 15, 2022
|[[The Two Dreamers in the Eyes of the Watcher]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Poolside Bar]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Imane]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 16, 2022
|[[Wait for the First Verse]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Redeeming Qualities]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Bier Today, Zonked Tomorrow]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|February 17, 2022
|[[Take a Look Around]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Would-be Fiance of Cor'lana Lúpecyll]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 18, 2022
|[[Delayed Shipment VP]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Wall of Ice]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Home is What You Make It]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 4)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Sugar Cubes of Wisdom]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|February 19, 2022
|[[Live Steel]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aryia]], [[Dolan]], [[Thurid]]
|-
|February 20, 2022
|[[Untended Graves (Part 3)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[The Unforgiven]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Kegger-Aid]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|
|[[Later Means Now, Now Means Forever]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|February 21, 2022
|[[A Merry Pub Scene]]
|[[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Roll the Bones]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Illiria, Sirri
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, the arrival]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ashes]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|February 22, 2022
|[[Dinners on Discs]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations (Part 7)]]
|[[Edinaz]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|
|[[On a Cold Winter's Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Little Moon]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Someone is Bugging Me]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|February 23, 2022
|[[Grotesque Display]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Glasha]], [[Karasu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resting Wishes]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 24, 2022
|[[Getting Our Grove On]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Tawyse]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Untended Graves (Part 4)]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|February 25, 2022
|[[Tragedy and Comedy]]
|[[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Build it Up]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Soup Seduction Technique]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|February 26, 2022
|[[I'm Drue in Town]]
|[[Drue]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Buggin' Out]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Revan's Revelry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Revan]]
|-
|
|[[An Elfragation, part 2]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Jinks]], [[Kard]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|February 27, 2022
|[[Fowl Behavior]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Drue]], [[Kard]]
|-
|February 28, 2022
|[[Morning and a Prelude]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Scars Inside You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Divine Bond]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Fistful of Posies]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Down the Drain]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|}

===March===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|March 1, 2022
|[[Witching Hour for Charming]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 8)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Razen]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 2, 2022
|[[Threads of Freedom]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Irshya]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Know When to Fold]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Out on a Limb]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|March 3, 2022
|[[A Bright and Noble Soul]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Bugs in the Pantry]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]], N'tssa
|-
|March 4, 2022
|[[The Lovers' Paradox]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams Come True]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Kard]], [[Murder]], [[Seyardu]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 7)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 5, 2022
|[[Star Furrrows Missing Knots]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Silver Solidarity]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Will of Uskvutha]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|March 6, 2022
|[[Werewolf in Alexandria]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[It's Pretty Late]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Give Em the Bird]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Geir]]
|-
|March 7, 2022
|[[Living Daed Man]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]], [[Jinks]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Crate Expectations]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar-ly Made It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Frenemy at the Gate]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shalethiste]], [[Carver]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 8, 2022
|[[Fear and Love in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Lunar Eclipse]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 9, 2022
|[[Weaponsmith Woes]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night Practice]]
|[[Knightmare]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Monster in the Room]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: Haber-Dasher]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Shalethiste]]
|-
|March 10, 2022
|[[Water Under the Bridge]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Waning Spire, part 1]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Arahel]], [[Ashes]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Thicker than Blood]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Denouement of the Father]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blar: The Skull's Cups]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Bannon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|March 11, 2022
|[[Full of Joy]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Kard]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Steel to my Lips]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Murder]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[An Interesting Proposal]]
|[[Verna]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 8)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 12, 2022
|[[The Statistics of Jousting]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Mikilos]], [[Merek]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 13, 2022
|[[I Hold You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bear Witness]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Slixvah]], [[Bannon]]
|-
|
|[[Witch of the Mountain]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Randolf]]
|-
|March 14, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[A Clean Sweep]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Venom]], [[Khepri]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 9)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|
|[[If Stupid Was a Crime]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 15, 2022
|[[Bear Necessities]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Knightmare]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Stargazing by the Shore]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 16, 2022
|[[Bird Bath]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Same Day Air]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Poultry Sum]]
|[[Lyme]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 17, 2022
|[[A normal day in Goblintown]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Munch]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Critter Control]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Drue]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 18, 2022
|[[From Hive to Honey]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Cor'lana's Nicest Birthday]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 9)]]
|[[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|March 19, 2022
|[[Saint Punchin's day]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Lauriel]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Take You Away]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Lauriel]]
|-
|
|[[Gonna Be Alright]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|March 20, 2022
|[[Images and Words]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[The Arrival of Spring (And All That It Brings)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Clean Up Crew]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Munch]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Boat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Ruby and Silver]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|March 21, 2022
|[[Kerry-Anne Wayward Daughter pt3]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Library Chatter]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Family and High Powered Chairs]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Imane]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 10)]]
|[[Faranmidahn]], [[Paenitia]], [[Jinks]], [[Edinaz]], [[Lysos]]
|-
|March 22, 2022
|[[Chilli Chips and Chippen]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Carver]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|March 23, 2022
|[[It's in the Book]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Gone Away]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Telamon]], [[Randolf]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 24, 2022
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 2: Electric Boogaloo]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Happy Birthday Sis]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Katrine]]
|-
|March 25, 2022
|[[Pothy's Identical Twin]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Hunger]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Kard]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Confusing Engagements]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|March 26, 2022
|[[A Fitting Beginning]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Lauriel]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|March 27, 2022
|[[A Sorcerous Summit]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Before you Go]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 1]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|March 28, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Clap, part 2 *Bugged VP*]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Up the Water Spout]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 11)]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[You Need a Bath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|March 29, 2022
|[[Late Night Gossip]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Irshya]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two of Them]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bunch of Tryshards, a]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|March 30, 2022
|[[Things That Go Screech in the Night]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[C Stands for Courage]]
|[[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Lingering Wounds]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Morgan]], [[Merek]], [[Braelnoir]]
|-
|March 31, 2022
|[[Tower Offense]]
|[[Kard]], [[Robert]], [[Rocky]], [[Taran]], [[Zofija]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The Dreaming Triad]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|}

===April===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|April 1, 2022
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 10)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Acedia]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[A Shock and a Chat on Coyote's Laugh]]
|[[Choler]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 2, 2022
|[[Love and Hangovers]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In the Wake of Laughter]]
|[[Jay]], [[Lauriel]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 3, 2022
|[[Clockwerk Connundrum]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Randolf]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 4, 2022
|[[United for Justice and Bacon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]]
|-
|
|[[Stable Animals]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Release the Pumas!]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|
|[[Vast Expectations, (part 12) Finale]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Jinks]], [[Lysos]], [[Edinaz]]
|-
|
|[[Staggering Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 5, 2022
|[[Cider in the Rain]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Five Dates and a Proposal]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 6, 2022
|[[Hair of the Duck]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Vasilly]], [[Taran]], [[Magpie]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Crius]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Sil in Revue]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 7, 2022
|[[The Grandeur of Sorcery]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Joy False And True]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Malik]], [[Zeke]], [[Serene]]
|-
|April 8, 2022
|[[Blue Moon]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Dolan]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A Veiled Journey (Part 11)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Zeke]], [[Malik]], [[Stjepan]] '''DM''': Whirlpool
|-
|
|[[It's Raining, It's Pouring]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 9, 2022
|[[Goldbell's Echo]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Jay]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|April 10, 2022
|[[The Lady's Cloak]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Burgles in the Night]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Nemori]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|April 11, 2022
|[[Drink, Drink, Drink]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Crius]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Fine Fey Evening]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]], Fionnuala
|-
|
|[[Totem of Cunning]]
|[[Crius]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Smuldur]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 12, 2022
|[[Con-spicuous Consumption]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 13, 2022
|[[Something New and Wonderful]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 14, 2022
|[[Two and a Half Elves]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Mikilos]], [[Redleaf]]
|-
|
|[[A Few Fowl Questions]]
|[[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[A Vardaman Easter Egg]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Little Bird Feeder]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[No Chemistry]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 15, 2022
|[[Reflections of Violet]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Blue Moon (Part 2)]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Taran]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Wu]]
|-
|April 16, 2022
|[[Go On, My Love]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 17, 2022
|[[The Gods' Hands]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Mul'niessa Secret of Heels]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Happy Hatching Day]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Tenoc]]
|-
|April 18, 2022
|[[An Ominous Message]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Fey Nightmares]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Pact Refused]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 19, 2022
|[[Strange Lands]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Arash]], [[Geir]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[An Ominous Journey]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Khepri]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 20, 2022
|[[Silver for an Answer]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Silver for your Thoughts]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Dirk]], [[Zofija]], [[Ashes]], [[Taran]]
|-
|April 21, 2022
|[[No Undue Risks]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Dirtier than Expected]]
|[[Magpie]], [[Shilde]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Zofija]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[What is Owed?]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 22, 2022
|[[The Balance]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Good to Be Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 23, 2022
|[[Wild Turkeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Aavhash]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Halani]], [[Ashes]]
|-
|
|[[Staff Holiday]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|April 24, 2022
|[[I Held Out Hope]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Aya for an Aya]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[As Luck Would Have It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 25, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 2)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[The Atlon Cousin]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Alley Oops]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Arreth, the Last Sunrise]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|April 26, 2022
|[[Trap! Holding for Hostages (Part 3)]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[For the Ones We Love]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[A Little Break for a Quartet]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|April 27, 2022
|[[One More To the Rescue]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Found at Last]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The One That Got Away]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Nailing it Down]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|April 28, 2022
|[[Beetle Juice]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[An Ocean of Tranquility]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|April 29, 2022
|[[Home is Where the Dreams are]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|April 30, 2022
|[[Unexpected Company]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[The Exploration Begins]]
|[[Alys]], [[Kolden]]
|-
|
|[[Finite Space]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|}
===May===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|May 1, 2022
|[[Blood on His Feathers]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[In Need of a Cure]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Price of Dance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Junk in the Trunk]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Thurid]], [[Paenitia]], [[Lysos]], DM: [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Cooling the Forge]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Zofija]], [[Toha]]
|-
|May 2, 2022
|[[A Were-y Warning]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 1]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Ending of the Iron King]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria
|-
|May 3, 2022
|[[Home With You]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 4, 2022
|[[With Jealousy, Part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Seyardu]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 5, 2022
|[[Return to Form]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 6, 2022
|[[Testing the Waters]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Booming Business]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|May 7, 2022
|[[Induction]]
|[[Dolan]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Shots and Ladders]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 8, 2022
|[[Caravan Contingent, Part 1]]
|[[Aimarra]], [[Lysos]], [[Murder]], [[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], DM: Subduction
|-
|
|[[Dinner and More than Dessert]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In a and/or Considering Pickle(s)]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Irshya]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 9, 2022
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[With Jealousy, Part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Way Home is Through]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin
|-
|
|[[Nailing Down an Order]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 10, 2022
|[[Meet me at the Table]]
|[[Aavhash]], [[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds in the Hot Springs]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Merek]], [[Pasithea]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|May 11, 2022
|[[Cloudwatching]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Night Time Woes]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Alone Together]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 12, 2022
|[[Look Who's Cooking Now]]
|[[Aya]], [[Daechir]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Till it Hurts]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Mikilos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Packing Bags and Asking Questions]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|May 13, 2022
|[[A Leaf]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]], [[Seyardu]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Smoke and Vapors]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Leetle]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Abandoned Monestary]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Shilde]], [[Slixvah]], DM [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 14, 2022
|[[Counting Sheep]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Shilde]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|May 15, 2022
|[[Anger and Madness]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[A New Chapter]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: The Lying Table]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Tawyse]], [[Halani]]
|-
|
|[[Warding the Roost]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 16, 2022
|[[A Legal Letter Opener]]
|[[Robert]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]],[[Leetle]]
|-
|
|[[Alvin and Ella, Reunited]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], Sirri, Illiria, Alvin, Ella, Norrington
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]], [[Robert]], [[Aavhash]]
|-
|
|[[A Darkened Mind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fear and Drinking in Alexandria]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[Requesting Backup]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|May 17, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Take the Town]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Vaera]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Quickly to Quelynos]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|May 18, 2022
|[[Drunk at Midnight]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Mildly Misplaced Makari]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 19, 2022
|[[Pretty Things]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Kobolds: Storm the Sandcastle]]
|[[Halani]], [[Jinks]], [[Munch]]
|-
|May 20, 2022
|[[Temple District Talk]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Khepri]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|May 22, 2022
|[[99 Problems (But Llyranost Isn't One)]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[An Awkward Reunion]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Mikilos]], [[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Explain Your Smallness]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|May 23, 2022
|[[The First Call]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Resurrectionist Escort Part 6]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|
|[[Add Victory (um...)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Culix]], [[Shilde]]
|
|-
|May 24, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[No Wight Place]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Heth-alumps and Woo-zles]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 25, 2022
|[[Lower Market Meetup]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Gramarye]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[That Lifting Feeling]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Another Apprentice at the Forge]]
|[[Etzli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Leetle]], [[Robert]]
|-
|May 26, 2022
|[[Say Nevermore]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Hithaeron]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rocky]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|May 27, 2022
|[[Don't Fear the Wolf]]
|[[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Munch]]
|-
|
|[[The Hunter And the Hunted]]
|[[Seldan]], DM: Whirlpool
|-
|May 28, 2022
|[[Demon Werewolf Jamboree]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Jamboree Aftermath]]
|[[Aya]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|May 29, 2022
|[[Heth Wights for No One]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Dolan]], [[Andelena]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 30, 2022
|[[Heth Hath No Flurries]]
|[[Zofija]], [[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wraith for It]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Home and Friends]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Percy]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Into The Cups]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|May 31, 2022
|[[Quickly to Quelynos (Part 3)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|}
===June===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|June 01, 2022
|[[Where You Are]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Token of Power]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Robert]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Feytouched and Fey Friends]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Watcher's Vigil]]
|[[Telamon]], vignette
|-
|June 02, 2022
|[[Evacuate This Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 03, 2022
|[[Night Like This]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 04, 2022
|[[Minions of Evil]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Gurtrud]], [[Nemori]], [[Sjach]] DM [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[It's Hot]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Totem of Instinct]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztil]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes are Inevitable]]
|[[Daechir]], [[Lyme]], [[Shilde]], [[Stena]]
|-
|June 05, 2022
|[[Internal Journeys]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[For Want of a Mourner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Roofside Chat]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Hole Wrong Wish]]
|[[Rocky]], [[Shilde]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[A Worthwhile Place]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 06, 2022
|[[Advice for the Giving]]
|[[Aya]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Jail Talk]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]]
|-
|
|[[Messengers with Pie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 07, 2022
|[[Been Dreaming]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Lysos]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 08, 2022
|[[Malefic]]
|[[Skielstregar]], vignette
|-
|
|[[Wolfsbane]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visitor with Wine]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Crawled Out of a Hole]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Barclaiigh]]
|-
|
|[[Obligatory Fanservice Episode 3: Return of the Fey]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 09, 2022
|[[Death's War]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Anatomy of a Fiend]]
|[[Aya]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Magpie]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[A Matter of Faith]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 10, 2022
|[[Begrudging Aid]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Club]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dirk]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[What Dark Breaks]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Horns Are Not For Gnawing]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[The Griever's Next Move]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Seldan]], [[Halani]], [[Zeke]], [[Jinks]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|June 11, 2022
|[[My Strength]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Sandwiches and Sunlight]]
|[[Aya]], [[Aryia]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Fish Scales]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[You Have to Save her]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Halani]], [[Aya]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night for a Late Bite]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 12, 2022
|[[Dance of the Dragoon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Hot Words on a Hot Day]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[En guarde!]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|June 13, 2022
|[[Scones, Clothes, and Betrothed]]
|[[Verna]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner Out]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Daniel]], [[Lysos]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Wounds Left Behind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Prepare to Bargain]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Aya]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|June 14, 2022
|[[Research!]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Eztli]], [[Lysos]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Puppy Therapy]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 1]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 15, 2022
|[[The Places Between]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Bird, Bird, and Bot]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 16, 2022
|[[Interview with a Werewolf]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Silmeria]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Pie Returned in Kind]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[On Artifice Armor Appearances]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Mistakes Happened]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Gramarye]], [[Jay]], [[Shilde]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|June 17, 2022
|[[Up to Measure]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Time to Retire]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[Accidental Admittance]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Verna]]
|-
|June 19, 2022
|[[Be A Wight In The Darkness]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dalton]], [[Eztli]], [[Kyria]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Weddings, Warnings, Temples, and Tea]]
|[[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lizards, Lunch, and Liars]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Suspect Donations]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Sora]], [[Rocky]], [[Gramarye]], [[Knightmare]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Part of the Family]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 20, 2022
|[[Paladin on the Old Road]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Serene]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Catch and Release]]
|[[Andelena]] [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[More than meets the Eye]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Menagerie]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 21, 2022
|[[Best Friends Forever]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Bring me a Dream]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Ssun's Out, Sscales Out]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Un'eth]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 2]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|June 22, 2022
|[[All I Want]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Places Between (Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]], [[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|June 23, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 3]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|June 24, 2022
|[[Something Smells....]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Sora]]
|-
|
|[[Wight in the Feels]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Lysos]], [[MAC-B1G]]
|-
|
|[[Seelie or Unseelie]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Can't Run Anymore]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 25, 2022
|[[Way of the Sword]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|June 26, 2022
|[[Sweet Summer Solstice]]
|[[Carver]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Inevitable Sewer Adventure]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|June 27, 2022
|[[Glass Half Full]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Daniel]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Devil of Sanguine Fen]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Sora]], [[Smuldur]]
|-
|
|[[The Inevitable Follow-up]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Eztli]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[Symbol of Memory]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|June 28, 2022
|[[Art in Temple Square]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Silmeria]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 3]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Deliverance]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|June 29, 2022
|[[Clearing the Scales]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|June 30, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|}
===July===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|July 01, 2022
|[[A Half-Year Anniversary]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 02, 2022
|[[Merely Offering Greetings]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Bird in the Hand]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Look Who's Back]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Imane]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[Git, Good]]
|[[Lysos]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|July 03, 2022
|[[My Cabin in the Woods]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Divided by a Common Language]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[A Promise of Unending Beauty]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 04, 2022
|[[(not so) Veiled Venom]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Nemori]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Market Shenanigans]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Verna]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[The Laughing Thief]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 05, 2022
|[[Wight Investigation, part 4]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Praying to Protocol]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|July 06, 2022
|[[Students & Teachers]]
|[[Verna]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 07, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 5]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 08, 2022
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward]]
|[[Braith]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Give Me The News]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 09, 2022
|[[It's always some Thing]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|July 10, 2022
|[[The Real eState of Things]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 11, 2022
|[[Running of the Wolves]]
|[[Carver]], [[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Irshya]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[But First, Dinner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice, pt1]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|July 12, 2022
|[[Wrestling With Choices]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dirk]], [[Percy]]
|-
|
|[[Get Well Soon?]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Investigation, part 5]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Barclaiigh]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|July 13, 2022
|[[The Hurdy-Gurdy Demonstration]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Capture the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sherine]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[In the Library with the Crimson Pen]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|July 14, 2022
|[[Statuesque]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Lasabeth's Lice pt2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Pothy's Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Evacuate This, part 6]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]]
|-
|July 15, 2022
|[[A Mountain Stroll]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Two Truths and a Lie]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[the Way We Were Waylaid, Wayward, p2]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Dancin' Dragoon]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 16, 2022
|[[Tuned Up for What]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Corkscrew and Wine]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Acceptance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|
|[[Late Night at the Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|July 17, 2022
|[[Heal Thyself]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[The New Redeemer in Town]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[The Wight Album]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|
|[[Drink Between Friends]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]]
|-
|July 18, 2022
|[[An Armed Collision]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Running with the Wolves (Part 2)]]
|[[Daniel]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[The Weight of Wights]]
|[[Karasu]], [[Magpie]], [[Niara]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 19, 2022
|[[On Matters of Thievery]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Lucht Runs Out]]
|[[Brianna]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[It's Fair to Be Were-y]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 20, 2022
|[[Luck of the Bird]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 21, 2022
|[[Turn over the Totem]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Telamon]], Balderdan
|-
|
|[[Organizing Thoughts]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Patch]], [[Mikilos]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Excavate This!]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Jay]], [[Eztli]], [[Dirk]], DM: [[Robert]]
|-
|July 22, 2022
|[[Ribbon Exchange]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Way We Were Wayward Waylaid, Part 3]]
| [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[The Snack Platter]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 23, 2022
|[[Book Smart]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Khepri]], [[Patch]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|July 24, 2022
|[[Play Pretend]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[The Wight Album, part 2]]
|[[Dalton]], [[Jay]], [[Kyria]], [[Patch]], [[Sherine]]
|-
|
|[[To Grandfather's House We Go]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|July 25, 2022
|[[Let It Rest Already!]]
|[[Paenitia]], [[Faranmidahn]], [[Lysos]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|July 26, 2022
|[[Strongestestest Warrior]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Robert]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Silk and Steel]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 27, 2022
|[[Drinking Buddy]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Leetle]]
|-
|
|[[Face//Off]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|July 28, 2022
|[[Evacuate This, part 7]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Gramarye]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|July 29, 2022
|[[Doling Out Plans]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Cookies at the Cheerful Corvid]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|July 30, 2022
|[[The Way We Were Wayward Waylaid, Part 4]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Stand With You]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Pulling at Knots]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|July 31, 2022
|[[Amily in the Wight]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[Campfire Conversation]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|}

===August===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|August 01, 2022
|[[Wight Worms (Group 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aurala]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Silmeria]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Oruch-ouch-um]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[The Vintner's Offer]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 02, 2022
|[[A Deal is a Deal]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Face//Off, Part 2]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Shilde]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Hymn and Haw]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 03, 2022
|[[Stolen! Totem at the Temple]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Kard]], [[Lysos]], [[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|
|[[Flight Regulations]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Rush Order]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Cleaning and Mending]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 04, 2022
|[[Zalgi-man or Puppet]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 05, 2022
|[[Warehouse Gossip]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Irshya]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Cleanup Crew]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Braith]], [[Patch]], [[Finn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Cleanup Checkup]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 07, 2022
|[[Teatime Talk]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Noble Intentions]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shilde]] DM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|August 08, 2022
|[[The Write Stuff]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[The Bird at the Cheerful Corvid (It's Not Pothy)]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Stars Only for Her]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Worms (Group 2 Part 2)]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aurala]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Halani]], [[Silmeria]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|August 09, 2022
|[[Fish Thief]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 10, 2022
|[[Reading into things]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Safe and Sound]]
|[[Venom]], [[Aryia]]
|-
|
|[[Soggy Salutations]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[The Mercenary (Love) Life]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 11, 2022
|[[Out of Step]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Unwanted Duty]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Wolf in Sheep's Clothing]]
|[[Halani]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Noble Tongue]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaughn]]
|-
|August 12, 2022
|[[Portside Distractions]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Gramarye]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|August 13, 2022
|[[Court of Teeth]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Etzli]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|
|[[Black-eyed Peas]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Verna]], [[Yaretzi]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|August 14, 2022
|[[Spirits and Wine]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[How to Bait a Wolf]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|
|[[Noble Intentions Part 2]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]], [[Paenitia]], [[Shilde]] DM: [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Library Days]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Tooth Fairy Headache]]
|[[Culix]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Sable]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 15, 2022
|[[An Imp-Sized Migraine]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 16, 2022
|[[If You Give a Faerie Dragon a Mountain Oyster]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 17, 2022
|[[Brunch and Spice]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Outer Tribes]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|August 18, 2022
|[[For Want of Armor]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[SYWTBAH]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]] DM: [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Fey-ke Dragon in the Gardens]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|August 19, 2022
|[[Lady and the Bard]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Artisanal Linguistics]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Telamon]], [[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 20, 2022
|[[Glass Dragon]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Eztli]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|August 21, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Kill the Witch Queen]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Selia]], [[Jinks]] DMs: [[Cryosanthia]], [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Rainy Eliday Morning]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 22, 2022
|[[Like Dominos]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Patch]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[SYWTBAH Part 2]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], [[Slixvah]] DM: [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Scrolling for Insight]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Patch]], [[Zofija]], [[Alaryn]] DM: [[Whirlpool]]
|-
|August 23, 2022
|[[Rain on your Parade]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Devilish Research]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[A Drink and a Song]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|August 24, 2022
|[[Hash It out Over Breakfast]]
|[[Yaretzi]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Alaryn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[A Visit Over Tea]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|August 25, 2022
|[[Questions for Ryon]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|August 27, 2022
|[[A Cure for a Multitude of Ills]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|August 28, 2022
|[[Heart Of The Cards]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|-
|August 29, 2022
|[[Koming Klean over Kvass]]
|[[Elyanna]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-

|August 30, 2022
|[[Birds and Wedding Bells]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Date is Set]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[What Big Eyes You Have]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Esoterica Petitio]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|August 31, 2022
|[[Bready to Dance]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Nessa]]
|-
|}

===September===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|September 1, 2022
|[[Reading Rainbow]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Purpose of Strength]]
|[[Yaretzi]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|September 2, 2022
|[[Rainbows and Shadows]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Culix]]
|-
|
|[[The Necessity of Bathing]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Jinks]], [[Braelnoir]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|September 4, 2022
|[[MEETUP: Fortune's Favor]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Merek]], [[Crik]], [[Jay]], [[Culix]], [[Mikilos]], DM: [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[The Sunguard and Her Cats]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|September 5, 2022
|[[Wayfarer's Breakfast]]
|[[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Wight Worms (Group 1)]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Serene]], [[Seldan]], [[Seyardu]], [[Un'eth]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Malice of Infinity]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Trinkets and Baubles]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|
|[[Wayfarer's Breakfast Part 2]]
|[[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Eztli]], [[Slixvah]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravendar]]
|-
|
|[[Prisoners of Gravitas]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Mikilos]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Save the Queen]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Andelena]], [[Carver]], [[Culix]], [[Ravendar]], GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[The Poetry Slam Winner]]
|[[Carver]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|September 6, 2022
|[[Bar Tender]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]]
|-
|
|[[Git Help]]
|[[Jay]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Rushing To The Altar]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 7, 2022
|[[Stormy Tea Time]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Jay]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Wand-ering Thoughts]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[A Wight Celebration]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Carver]], [[Cesran]], [[Dirk]], [[Lyme]], [[Mikilos]], [[Molly]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Silmeria]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 8, 2022
|[[Devil in the Basement]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|
|[[Looking for a Spot]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|
|[[Meetup: Welcome to Ashvale]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Zofija]], [[Molly]]
|-
|September 11, 2022
|[[The Lady's Escort]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Eztli]], [[Rocky]], [[Telamon]], [[Thurid]]; GM: [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Seed of Evil]]
|[[Telamon]], Karan'taara (NPC); GM: [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|September 12, 2022
|[[The Freak Shoe]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|September 13, 2022
|[[A Small Joke]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|
|[[Half-Elf Homecoming]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 14, 2022
|[[Conflict of Philosophy]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[The Raven Truce]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Kaj]]
|-
|September 15, 2022
|[[A Bird in Hand]]
|[[Cryosanthia]]
|-
|
|[[Portside Blues]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 1]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lyme]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|
|[[Ruminations on a Monster]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 16, 2022
|[[Allergic Inflection]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[irshya]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Return to Chandor's Crossing]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 18, 2022
|[[The Cat's Meow]]
|[[Carver]], [[Crik]], [[Crius]], [[Sable]], GM: [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[The Face Of A Friend]]
|[[Gramarye]], [[Khepri]]
|-
|September 19, 2022
|[[Rain Check]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[Night Shift]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]], [[Dirk]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[The Midnight Unkindness]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 21, 2022
|[[Final F-ant-asy: Lion Edition]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Chemas]], [[Eztli]], [[Lysa]], [[Magpie]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Morning Shift]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Heady the Sea, part 1]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|September 22, 2022
|[[Portside Blues Part 2]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Eztli]], [[Jay]], DM: [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Welcome to Ashenvale, part 2]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Jinks]], [[Zofija]], [[Jozi]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 2]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Lyme]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|September 23, 2022
|[[Boxy Rain Dance]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Write in the Eels]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|
|[[Council Inquest]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Merek]], [[Patch]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]], [[Cesran]], [[Seldan]], [[Malik]]
|-
|
|[[Hounds of Hell]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Sora]], [[Telamon]]; GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[Time Enough]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 25, 2022
|[[Kobolds: Kill the Witch-Queen, finale]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Seyardu]], [[Jinks]], [[Selia]], [[Braelnoir]] DMs: [[Cryosanthia]], [[Williwaw]]
|-
|
|[[Busting Pyramids]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|September 26, 2022
|[[Heady the Sea, Part 2]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|September 27, 2022
|[[It Came From Beyond!]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Slixvah]], [[Syianne]]; GM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 28, 2022
|[[Language of Metal]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[Fifty-Fifty]]
|[[Jay]], [[Schara]], [[Zalara]]
|-
|
|[[Dinner at the Rosalian Rose]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|September 29, 2022
|[[Always the Gross Jobs]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[Welcome to Ashenvale, part 3]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Zofija]], [[Jozi]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[The Eager Cake Testers]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 3]]
|[[Lyme]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|}

===October===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|October 2, 2022
|[[Fish and Catch-Up]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Out of the Water]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Tiasa]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Vaera]]
|-
|October 3, 2022
|[[An Enchanting Afternoon at Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[More Meat Pies!]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|October 5, 2022
|[[Home by the Sea]]
|[[Alaryn]], [[Andelena]], [[Magpie]]; GM: Telamon
|-
|October 4, 2022
|[[Picking up Favors]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[Head's Down Git's Up]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|October 6, 2022
|[[Head's Down Git's Up Part 2]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 4]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Zyla]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|October 7, 2022
|[[Big Trouble in Little Redford]]
|[[Lysa]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], GM: [[Dirk]]
|-
|
|[[Nine Years of Debt]]
|[[Cryosanthia]], [[Tenoc]], [[Halani]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|October 9, 2022
|[[Shaking off the Nerves]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 10, 2022
|[[Head's Down Git's Up Part 3]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Slixvah]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[The Final Stitches]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|October 11, 2022
|[[The Black Crystals]]
|[[Jay]], [[Slixvah]], [[Alaryn]], [[Schara]], [[Lauriel]], [[Toha]], [[Zalara]]
|-
|
|[[Taking the Report]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 12, 2022
|[[Learning To Fly]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 13, 2022
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 5]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Dirk]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|October 14, 2022
|[[Small Aside at the Society]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Crik]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[Fifty to Thirty-Three]]
|[[Jay]], [[Alaryn]], [[Merek]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[The Damned Lace]]
|[[Ariya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 16, 2022
|[[A hug in the Night]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[A Lúpecyll-Atlon Wedding]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Throwed Apples, pt1]]
|[[Etzli]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|October 17, 2022
|[[Throwed Apples, pt2]]
|[[Etzli]], [[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|
|[[What's In a Light]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Murder]]
|-
|
|[[A Lupecyll-Atlon Wedding Party]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Aryia]], [[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]], [[Telamon]], [[Venom]]
|-
|October 18, 2022
|[[Final F-ant-asy: Lion Edition Part 2]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Until the End of All]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 19, 2022
|[[An Ale Advised Plan]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|October 20, 2022
|[[Final F-ant-asy: Lion Edition Part 3]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Eztli]], [[Magpie]], [[Slixvah]], DM: [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Dunny Go Alone]]
|[[Jay]], [[Merek]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Walk In The Woods]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Pouring over Data]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 6]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Lyme]], [[Vaera]], [[Dirk]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]]
|-
|October 21, 2022
|[[Miss His Light]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Town Planning Council]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Merek]], [[Patch]], [[Seyardu]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Lupecyll-Atlon Homecoming]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 24, 2022
|[[The Instrument of the Grey Lady]]
|[[Zofija]], [[Elyanna]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Leg of Meat and A Dream]]
|[[Murder]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|October 25, 2022
|[[Scrub the Deck]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[A Theatrical Reunion]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 26, 2022
|[[The Hunt for Tang]]
|[[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[Something to Tlahco Bout]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Khepri]], [[Vaera]]; GM: Ravenstongue
|-
|October 27, 2022
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 7]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Zyla]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Bluedragon Ale]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]], [[Schara]], [[Merek]], [[Jay]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Star Soup for the Soul]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|October 28, 2022
|[[Nap In The Stacks]]
|[[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|
|-
|October 29, 2022
|[[Graveyard Smash]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Culix]], [[Dirk]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[All-Time Grates, the]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Jay]], [[Rocky]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Waltzing Chartle-Clank-Hamma-Sprokiee]]
|[[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Demons Marketplace]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Kira]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|October 30, 2022
|[[Injuries of the Mortal Kind]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Face to Faceless]]
|[[Jay]], [[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|October 31, 2022
|[[Winter's Bite, Part 1]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]], [[Robert]], DM: [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Hallowed Halls]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|}

===November===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|November 1, 2022
|[[Small Versus Tall]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Murder]], [[Yaretzi]]
|-
|
|[[The Cat Bath]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Lies of a Mission]]
|[[Robert]], [[Jay]], [[Nemori]], [[Eztli]]
|-
|November 2, 2022
|[[ Lies of a Tension]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Merek]], [[Mikilos]], [[Serene]]
|-
|
|[[The Rook's First Move]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 3, 2022
|[[ Winter's Bite, Part 2]]
|[[Patch]], [[Robert "Bobby"]], [[Slixvah]], [[Jay]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 8]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|November 4, 2022
|[[Dinner with Friends]]
|[[Ashes]], [[Elyanna]], [[Gadget]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Draining The Sewers]]
|[[Mara]], [[Patch]]. [[Schara]], DM: [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 5, 2022
|[[Dwarf Fortress]]
|[[Jay]], [[Khepri]], [[Crik]], [[Schara]]
|-
|November 6, 2022
|[[Hole, the]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Kira]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|
|[[Stories for Sisters]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 7, 2022
|[[Reunite, Rekindle, Remember]]
|[[Kira]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Exchange Grate]]
|[[Jay]], [[Jozi]], [[Nemori]], [[Zofija]]
|-
|
|[[Seen by the Shore: Demon]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 8, 2022
|[[Aftermath of Seen by the Shore]]
|[[Kira]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Dormant Reflections]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|November 9, 2022
|[[In Search of... Mr. Tibbys]]
|[[Barclaiigh]], [[Shilde]]
|-
|
|[[The Pixie Card Game]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 10, 2022
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 9]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Dirk]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|November 12, 2022
|[[Nugget of Wisdom]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Lost son, Found kitten]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Dopplefeather]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]], [[Schara]], [[Irshya]], [[Culix]], [[Ashes]], [[Merek]]
|-
|
|[[Hydraulic Bucolic]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]]
|-
|November 13, 2022
|[[Hostel California]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Winging It]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Schara]], [[Rocky]]
|-
|
|[[Dwarf Fortress Part 2]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Schara]], [[Yaretzi]], [[Jay]], [[Sable]], [[Crik]]
|-
|November 14, 2022
|[[Hallowed Halls (Part 2)]]
|[[Munch]], [[Patch]], [[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Nest Egg Inn, the]]
|[[Braelnoir]], [[Jinks]], [[Lauriel]], [[Munch]], [[Seyardu]], [[Sjach]]
|-
|
|[[Vaire's Verses]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|November 15, 2022
|[[Finals Crunch]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[The Faces of the Corpse-Eater]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 16, 2022
|[[Cats and Demons]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|November 17, 2022
|[[Feadril's Guidance]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 18, 2022
|[[The Rook's Second Move]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 20, 2022
|[[Dwarf Fortress Part 3]]
|[[Khepri]], [[Schara]], [[Yaretzi]], [[Jay]], [[Sable]], [[Crik]]
|-
|
|[[The Post-Brunch Request]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 21, 2022
|[[Hallowed Halls (Part 3)]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Schara]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|November 22, 2022
|[[Sentimental Seasoning]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Cowpocolypse]]
|[[Harshad]], [[Mara]], [[Schara]]
|-
|
|[[A Gnoment in Time, Part 10]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Paenitia]], [[Dirk]], [[Vaera]], [[Lyme]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|November 23, 2022
|[[Spellcrafting at the Society]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Winter Camping]]
|[[Aragos]], [[Daniel]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Tunnels and Truffles, Poisons and Ponds]]
|[[Carver]], [[Jinks]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sabina]], [[Seyardu]]
|-
|November 24, 2022
|[[Tea with the Vouivre]]
|[[Sabina]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|
|[[Stained Past]]
|[[Jay]], [[Murder]], [[Wu]]
|-
|November 25, 2022
|[[Winter Wind and Cozy Living]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|November 26, 2022
|[[Sunk Cost Fallacy]]
|[[Nemori]], [[Robert]], [[Rocky]], [[Sabina]]
|-
|November 27, 2022
|[[Dream Fiend]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Eztli]], [[Razen]], [[Slixvah]], [[Zyla]], DM: [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[Food Coma, part 1]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|November 28, 2022
|[[Food Coma, part 2]]
|[[Jay]], [[Nemori]], DM: [[Jinks]]
|-
|November 29, 2022
|[[Mine Mishap]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Kira]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|November 30, 2022
|[[Mine Mishap (Part 2)]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Kira]], [[Telamon]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|
|[[Quay Personnel]]
|[[Eztli]], [[Kristups]], [[Nemori]]
|-
|}

===December===
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|December 1, 2022
|[[Oruch Chili]]
|[[Pirkko]], [[Razen]]
|-
|
|[[Big Debut]]
|[[Zerthos]], [[Aryia]], [[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Reunion Hugs]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 2, 2022
|[[Curling Iron Refund]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Pirkko]], [[Kristups]]
|-
|
|[[Cold Introduction]]
|[[Lheo]], [[Theo]]
|-
|
|[[Smithing Tips]]
|[[Culix]], [[Schara]], [[Telamon]], [[Ygraine]], [[Irshya]], [[Munch]]
|-
|December 3, 2022
|[[Strange Snowday]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Kira]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|
|[[In Eluna's House]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Seldan]], [[Telamon]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 4, 2022
|[[Scraps of Lore]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 5, 2022
|[[A Stranger's Return]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Dungeon in Dran]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Sloop and Stoop]]
|[[Kristups]], [[Slixvah]], [[Pirkko]], [[Venom]]
|-
|
|[[Height Clearance]]
|[[Skielstregar]], [[Schara]]
|-
|December 6, 2022
|[[The Muse and the Follower]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Ibi Tuskscar]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]], [[Rhar]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|December 8, 2022
|[[True or False: Sheltered Edition]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Book of Kinkade]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Magpie]]
|-
|
|[[Browsing for Inspiration]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 9, 2022
|[[Of Cocoa, Forgiveness, and Hugs]]
||[[Aelwyn]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[A Family Reunion]]
|[[Fizzy]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 10, 2022
|[[Follow the Wolf]]
||[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Tiger-Sitting and Crimson Pens]]
|[[Carver]], [[Dirk]], [[Mikilos]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 11, 2022
|[[Blow Your House Down]]
||[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Patch]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Tea and Consequences]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Akorinil's Secrets]]
||[[Seldan]], [[Stjepan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|December 12, 2022
|[[Dinner Sans Demontry]]
|[[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 2)]]
||[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|December 13, 2022
|[[Two Totems and Tea]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Chosen]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Zyla]]
|-
|December 14, 2022
|[[Before the Madness]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Prey Turned Hunters]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Ravenstongue]]
|-
|
|[[A Meeting In The Snow]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 15, 2022
|[[Cold Morning, Warm Meetings]]
|[[Yaretzi]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Revenge Waiting to Happen]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[The Haversack Cleanup]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Salesmanship 101]]
|[[Engurand]], [[Patch]], [[Schara]], [[Seldan]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Weaponised Ancestry]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 16, 2022
|[[Demons and Devils]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Dirk]], [[Dolan]], [[Nemori]], [[Patch]], [[Silmeria]]
|-
|
|[[Toll The Yuletide Carol]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Dirk]], [[Patch]]
|-
|December 17, 2022
|[[Waking from the Dream]]
|[[Seldan]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Early Gifts]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 18, 2022
|[[Snow Day]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Founders Reunited]]
|[[Irshya]], [[Sabina]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Backyard Blues]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[A Haven From The Cold]]
|[[Fizzy]], [[Telamon]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|
|[[Strange Meetings in the Snow]]
|[[Schara]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|December 19, 2022
|[[Dream a little Dream]]
|[[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Big Show, Little Stage]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Auranar]], [[Schara]], [[Verna]], [[Ygraine]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Turn the Totem]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Teach me Telamon]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Fear of the Dark]]
|[[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Dungeon in Dran (Part 3)]]
|[[Delilah]], [[Donna]], [[Lyme]]
|-
|
|[[Wade Through the Muck]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 20, 2022
|[[Dance in the Snow]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Skielstregar]]
|-
|
|[[Dreams all Fail]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Cross Referencing Experiences]]
|[[Patch]], [[Seldan]], [[Slixvah]]
|-
|
|[[Stories for Xote]]
|[[Fizzy]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 21, 2022
|[[The Four Seasons]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Schara]], [[Yaretzi]] GM [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Visions and Portents]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Of Shark-Bites and Snowball Fights]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 22, 2022
|[[Midwinter After-Dinner]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 23, 2022
|[[Quarry Quarrel]]
|[[Aryia]], [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[A Festive Yule at Home]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[The Four Seasons (Part 2)]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Schara]], [[Yaretzi]], GM [[Aya]]
|-
|
|[[Interlude with a Vampire]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Mulling Things Over]]
|[[Aelwyn]], [[Irshya]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|
|[[Yule Yearings]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Ygraine]], [[Telamon]], [[Schara]], [[Stjepan]]
|-
|
|[[A Reckless Plan is Born]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Dolan]], [[Rocky]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 24, 2022
|[[Bit of Advice]]
|[[Dolan]], [[Kira]]
|-
|
|[[Sandwiches and Plans]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Auranar]], [[Dolan]]
|-
|
|[[Not the Bird You are Looking For]]
|[[Crik]], [[Irshya]], [[Ygraine]]
|-
|December 26, 2022
|[[Rules for Me]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Patch]]
|-
|
|[[Place of the Twilight Sky]]
|[[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|
|[[Pain Reflex]]
|[[Schara]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Heron and Peacock]]
|[[Shizin]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Presents and Promises]]
|[[Auranar]], [[Verna]]
|-
|December 27, 2022
|[[Stars and Peacock]]
|[[Telamon]], [[Zerthos]]
|-
|
|[[Nearer the Light]]
|[[Aya]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Schara]], [[Skielstregar]], [[Telamon]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Ranger in Green]]
|[[Slixvah]], [[Aelwyn]]
|-
|
|[[Drums in the Deep]]
|[[Alba]], [[Aurala]], [[Lysos]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Rhar]], [[Zeke]]
|-
|
|[[Greenbeards]]
|[[Patch]], [[Slixvah]], [[Lucius]], [[Dirk]], [[Seldan]]
|-
|December 28, 2022
|[[The Nature of Dreams]]
|[[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]
|-
|
|[[Visiting the Folks]]
|[[Andelena]], [[Dolan]], [[Telamon]]
|-
|December 29
|[[Last-Minute Lyrics]]
|[[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Seldan]], [[Verna]]
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

The Nature of Dreams

2022-12-28T23:47:05Z

Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: The Nature of Dreams *Emitter: Verna *Characters: Crik, Mikilos, Patch, Ravenstongue, Slixvah, Verna *Place: Society for Progressive Arcanists *Summary: It's by fortune or practicality that sees Crik, Patch, Ravenstongue, Slixvah, and Verna meeting at the Arcanists' Society library. The group discusses dreams and snacks. Partway through, Mikilos enters. Eventually, alm..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: The Nature of Dreams

*Emitter: Verna

*Characters: [[Crik]], [[Mikilos]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Slixvah]], [[Verna]]

*Place: Society for Progressive Arcanists

*Summary: It's by fortune or practicality that sees Crik, Patch, Ravenstongue, Slixvah, and Verna meeting at the Arcanists' Society library. The group discusses dreams and snacks. Partway through, Mikilos enters. Eventually, almost all take their leave.</div>

With all cold and wet (which is oft more chilling than colder and dry), indoors is the preferred location for activities. Fortunately, books also abhor the cold and damp, so keeping their company also makes for comfort. In terms of the climate, at the least.

Amidst the shelves and tables of the arcanist library, Verna has claimed one of the latter for herself, with various tomes from the former arrayed about her. Whilst there is no Lady Octagana warily overwatching, there remain other means to wards against rampant borrowing of materials, intentional or otherwise.

Patch is trying to do two things. One, get out of wet. Two? To research a few things in her free time. Her red coat has been taken from her shoulders, a sleeveless blouse of white worn as she gawks at the collections of tomes that rest along the different shelves. She takes her time, searching spines as her wet coat is kept well away from the vulnerable papers, folded and draped over one of her arms. She's not seen Verna, her mind and task on something else, not yet noticing the half-elven woman.

Amongst the shelves is that of a rail-thin half-oruch woman nearly swalloed completely in robes. A large pair of frame spectacles slide down her face as she gets up on her tip toes to reach for a book, only to get shoved further up her olive tinted nose.

Not-Slixvah takes down the book, adding it to the stack in her arms just as she almost runs into Patch. "O-Oh! I-I'm s-sorry," she stammers squeakily, attempting to side step the elf.

"Snacks?" comes a familiar voice--one that becomes louder as Cor'lana Lupecyll-Atlon ducks into the library, throwing the hood off her cloak. She sighs heavily now that she's in shelter... and somewhere that won't immediately hurl abuse at her on account of her profession.

"Yes, I know, Pothy, snacks, but we'll go to the dining hall /later/," she says. "I know you're always nostalgic when we come here--trust me, I certainly am, too, that bench is getting a visit later--but I /am/ here for a reason," Cor'lana reminds the bird as she makes her way further into the library.

Pothy looks dejected. He has to /wait/? "Snacks," he quietly opines.

A lonesome figure was standing by the corner, in a very nondescript looking robe with very average wearing pattern. Cared for, but slightly ragged around the edges. Lapels sewn over double, so it knocks off the snow well. It was all going well. That studying in quiet and silence. Roaming through tomes and books with careful finger, a studious eyes.

Then all the ruckus begins to happen. Spoken words, sounds. A deep breath is taken in.

"Snaaack-" A deep and reverbating bass voice breathes from the corner; and then abruptly stops. A moment later, the robed egalrin figure crouches down quite visibly.

The all-too familiar voice and favored word draw Verna's eyes up from her currently perused page. "There are snacks available here," she notes at respectful volume. Perhaps due to the corvid's disinclination to use a respectful volume. As well, it is a greeting of sorts to him and Cor'lana.

Patch pauses, looking at the Half-Oruch-Slix. Master of disguise that she is, Slixvah only gets a confused glance and handwave in response to the near bump. "No need to be. No fouling. Could of been worse. Could of actually touched me." a glance leveled on Slixvah as the elf fights to pinpoint something about that woman's eyes as she smiles. It's dismissed the moment Pothy is heard bellowing his people's call. The call for snacks! That, and the second voice accompanying it earns a puzzled expression and a quick glance about the library. "Did Pothy make a friend?" she asks, peering to seek Cor'lana and finding both her, and Verna. Bonus!

"Do they really allow snacks in here?" Patch asks, some intrigue creeping into her tone, making her presence known to the two. She didn't recognize Slix, the Egalrin woman winning even when she's not on her game. "Couldn't help but hear a familiar voice. Greetings, Sister. Mourner Verna."

<pre>GAME: Crik rolls disguise: (20)+7: 27
<OOC> Verna says, "There is no Crik."
<OOC> Crik makes vague hand gestures.</pre>

Half-oruch-Slix sighs in relief, her adjusting her glasses. "C-Could have been, yes, I just didn't want to cause a p-problem in the s-s-stacks after all, haha..!" she nervously laughs off, attempting to side step Patch with a weak, one-tusked smile.

But the baying of snacks makes her whirl around, spying Cor'lana and- crouching movements? She looks across the way, scratching her head and looking about. "... w-what was that..?"

"Sister!" Cor'lana greets Patch with a hug, although she keeps her excitement down to a library-appropriate volume. "I think there are some treats for familiars like Pothy, but that's also never stopped him from stealing the stuff students eat outside."

She looks to the half-oruch and grins a little. "Hello, Matilda," she says. "As for what was /that/..."

The sorceress turns around and raises a brow in the direction of the extra 'Snaaack' vocalization. "I really, really hope that isn't you, Corpse-Eater, or you're surrounded by a few different spellcasters who could ruin your day. Mourner Verna included."

Pothy looks nervous. He whistles intently at Cor'lana, who sighs. "Right, I'm probably too on edge lately," she says.

"I may have some morsels on hand, if it means-WHAT?!" Verna's head snaps around towards Cor'lana, then to the direction she is addressing, even as her voice briefly lifts above typical library volume. A pause. A breath. "Is there cause for concern, Cor'lana?" she subsequently inquires in a more measured tone and level. There may be a special on apprehension this week.

The stranger in the corner lifts up his head. Well, slightly. He carries his hunched posture, as there is a bit shuffling about, until he turns around. A winding grey beard and a low hanging hood obscures the face of the figure. "I do not eat corpses." Most of the time; the less bassy but quite deep, yet oddly sagely voice responds. "And we are in the Society of Arcanists, are we not?" The litter of books he was carrying was held by a pair of dark hands, wrapped in bandages.

"And... there were snacks." Fingers roll across the backs of the tomes. Meanwhile, Crik is rattling his head rapidly to remember what he did to warrant a death sentence.

That hug form Cor'lana is returned as Patch looks to her a bit puzzled as it ends. "I can gather who Matilda is with inference, but what's a Corpse-Eater?" she asks of the two, turning her glance to Verna with a raised brow. Yes, that edge and tones noted until things seem to settle, seeking a chair and seat near Verna's table as Crik makes his presence known.

"Do I even want to know?" Patch asks, amused with the topics, but waving a hand. "Likely not. I should stick to pondering snacks with Pothy."

Matilda fidgets with her stack of books, giving a sheepish wave to Cor'lana before she tenses up from the latent, er, tensions. She watches the stranger with a beard and book wearily. "Um... yes, y-you are," she answers of them, stepping closer to the table. She's merely watching at present, seemingly unsure of what's unfolding.

Verna finally notes the emerging avian, causing both her expression and her posture to relax. "My apologies," she offers first to the egalrin and then turns to include all in the vicinity. "Yes, there are snacks." She sets a tin of cookies upon the table before she finally addresses Patch. "I presumed that Cor'lana refered to a specific individual which has occupied my thoughts as of late, but her words could be intended for someone, or something entirely different."

Cor'lana looks... more annoyed than anything with Crik. "Good," she says, simply. "My apologies, then."

She turns back to her friends and sighs. "And my apologies to all of you as well," she says. "It's... really nothing for anyone to worry about. Just a cousin of my dear ancestor who has decided it's his new life's mission to annoy Telamon and I. No, it is not the undead individual that a few of us here have had to deal with lately. One is a potentially dangerous pest and the other is a threat."

She looks to Patch. "I came here for more of a... personal interest besides that, anyway. I had a rather interesting experience with a dream walking potion the other night, and I wanted to read into the prophetic nature of dreams. In other words: is a dream a promise, or merely an indication of what might be?"

The robed figure tilts his head. Bobs it down. Then tilts it back. Finally, he tilts it the other way around towards Pothy, as if to ask what he did wrong. The robed figure was making a very distinct step towards the tin before the dreams are mentioned.

A sudden excited voice answers, "Some speculate it is the dreams that truly exist beyond the veil, and being awake is simply a bad retelling guided by what we call gods." A brief pause. "Or a function of the brain."

Another pause when Crik realizes he spoke too much and too quickly. Quickly, he snatches a cookie off the tin and backs away.

"I don't know much about dreams, Cor'lana. My mind is all about dragon bones at the moment." Patch admits, offering her sister a shrug. "I can go ask the Elunites, but they will likely just lecture how I should already know about it as it's my heritage." she muses dryly, casting a glance to Verna.

"Mourner Verna, or those just Pothy cookies?" Patch has to ask, the topics something she seems more keen to listen to than contribute against at the moment. No, her eyes are on a new prize. A Verna cookie. "So much research needs be done, but a break is always nice." her last glances darting between Matilda and Crik. Interesting day indeed.

Matilda stares at the robed figure for a moment overlong, blinking a few times behind those spectacles before she reaches up to adjust them. "Um... s... s-sometimes dreams can be both, or n-neither. It's really subjective. T-T-The layers of abstraction involved requires a c-c-certain amount of extrapolation to c-come to a more realistic c-conclusion," she babbles quietly.

Her throat bobs. "A-And, erm, well, if undead are involved, I-I am well and glad we have a Mourner h-here at present."

She bobs her head along with Patch. "T-The Elunites are very knowledgeable, b-but their abstraction is a b-bit... much s-s-s-sometimes."

A random student in a green robe passes by the stacks. Matilda snaps her gaze over to them, but in the process, stubs her toe on a chair. "Awh, motha' clucker," she drawls. So much for that disguise.

"I cannot accept that dreams are a promise of events to come," Verna notes, "else all would live with their every whim fulfilled... or be destroyed by their worst nightmwares." A gloved hand gestures to the tomes at her table. "I have relocated much of the section concerning the dreaming realm here, and you are welcome to peruse." The same hand then motions to the tin to answer Patch's inquiry. "They are for all. I baked them this past eve." The cookies are in artistic shapes, such as squares, triangles, or circles.

Pothy descends on the tin, of course, as Cor'lana looks contemplative, a finger going to her chin. "Well, it's curious, as this is a dream that I would actually rather like to come true," she explains. "At least... one portion of it."

A warm and fond smile finds Cor'lana's face. "It was a dream where I met three little girls," she explains. "They were named Nadina, Ariana, and Aryia--Nadina and Ariana for my mother and Telamon's mother, and Aryia for one of my oldest friends here in Alexandria--and they were my daughters with Telamon. It was a dream that... It was comforting, and almost so happy that it was like we were mourning them when we woke up."

Her gaze returns to her friends and to the Crik-acquiantance. "We agreed on not trying to see them again, lest we end up chasing the dream to the point that they never come real, but I'm... interested now, at least a little, in the divination of dreams."

The robed figure tilts his head towards the sudden cursing. Fast enough for the grey beard to get loose for a second. It is quickly swiped in place. Resist urge to hop over. There's a distinct crunch of a cookie and another, as the snacks are swallowed.

The hooded egalrin turns his head over towards Cor'lana instead, fabric fluttering about him. For some reason, he had a bit more intense quality to him. "Don't mourn for things from beyond," Not-Crik says, "Or they will come to mourn you." He stares for a moment. Then tilts his head down. Back up. A quick step forward and another cookie is stolen. "... it says so in the book."

"Is that like the void looking?" Patch asks of Crik. "Stare too long, and it stares back?" she muses, taking up two of Verna's cookies, placing one before Pothy, and then nibbling one herself.

"Such dreams are, interesting, but I would by lying if I said there was a meaning." an apologetic glance cast to Cor'lana. "I hope it's a premonition, but when I was telling you to have a bunch of kids, I was just joking." she reminds of her sister, laughing as some things seem to have come full circle. As is life.

"And, YOU!" Patch says, turning to Slixvah now that the cover is blown, popping the cookie into her mouth and chewing. "I had no idea. None at all." it's true. Slixvah's disguise fooling her, even when it was applied hastily.

Matilda sighs, rubbing her face. "Was doin' prett' good too," she groans, the timid tone dropping to a familiar, drawling silk. She shoots a tusked grin to Patch, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Fooled ya once mo'!" she coos cheekily. "Looks cute, don't it?"

The half-oruch woman looks to the tin of cookies offered, her stepping forth and taking of the triangle shaped ones. "Thankies." Monch.

Cor'lana is given a long, appraising look. "Tha's pretty cute, but I'm inclined ta agree wit' tha' book. Take heed to not stick your head in the clouds so far you lose footing with the ground. Pretty much all tha same advice here."

As noted, the cookies are free for the snacking. The only possibly caveat is that, as also noted, Verna baked them. The oruch that is not is revealed to be the better-known (to Verna) Slixvah, who receives a nod. Her attention is drawn back to Cor'lana when she expounds on her dreams, and a sliver of a smile creases her countenance. "That is a pleasant vision, and one you could readily make a reality."

Verna lowers her eyes, now, to the tome before her, though her attention remains divided. "I intend to explore further into dream-visions, myself. For the moment, however, I am most concerns of what entities exist in the Dreaming Realm," a pause before she adds, "and may have been released."

Cor'lana nods soberly to all the advice given. She snickers particularly at Patch's words. "Telamon and I do want to have a family one day, but the key phrase there is /one day/," she says. "That will wait until after Telamon and I are done adventuring. I have no intention right now of quitting when the world is the way it is now."

Her violet eyes sparkle a little in delight as she adds, "But I do suppose thinking of those little girls is all the more reason to do what I do. One of them had a brilliant mop of curly red hair and she was very darling. She kept calling Pothy 'Pothwee'."

Pothy looks up from the very artistic Verna cookies and whistles at Cor'lana. This gets some giggles out of her. "Apparently, that's how I used to say it when I was tiny. Maybe it runs in the family."

Crik turns his head towards Patch in turn for the void statement. "Why wait?" He asks in turn with a tilt of his head. He disappears into the background as other proceedings are going on, thumbing over his apparently very interesting book of youthful fiction, before Verna mentions the dream entities.

Just a moment later, the robed figure is sitting right near her, a very worn and patched up journal in one hand and a pen in the other.

Patch grins between Cor'lana and Slixvah as she finishes chewing. The conversation at hand amusing enough to warrant a second cookie as she looks to Crik. "Why? More favorable terms." she says, a bit puzzzled to what the breaded man asks, but answering still.

"I have some ideas to track and find our prophet again, but... I'll speak of it later." Patch assures, waving the worry off with a hand.

<pre>GAME: Slixvah rolls alertness: aliased to perception+2: (18)+12+2: 32</pre>

Matilda raises a brow at Verna. "And that, right there, is precisely why I'm as careful as can be wit' weird shtuff I fuss wit'," she mentions. "Lotta stuff exists there that is beyond our comprehension. There's reason why they exists /there/ and not /here/."

She looks to the robed figure. Sky blue eyes squinting behind the glasses. Down to the journal. The hands. Back up to the hood. "Crik. If you write any of this stuff down I'm gonna make sure ya wake up on the wrong side of the bed fo' the rest of ya life," she threatens with a happy chirp.

She looks to Patch, brows piqued in interest. "... oh do you? Damn, we got a lotta stuff getting talked 'bout later, eh?"

"Indeed," Verna concurs with the counter-comments to Crik on adventuring vs child-rearing. "Delves through dungeons deep or caverns old are not terribly conducive to tending toddlers, to say nothing of pregnancy beforehand." She does not look up from her reading. "If you seek notes on dream entities, it would be best that you transcribe yourself. I have, on the authority of numerous students, that my reading aloud has soporific effects."

Crik was entranced already. "The book itself causes disturbance of somnium?" Pen makes a spinning spectacle on those worn pages filled with various diagrams and indecipherable runes. And some receipts.

And then the robed figure tilts his head. The book's pages are snapped over to blank opening with just the two words of 'Dear diary,' written at top. A dark beak opens from under the robe - then closes. Opens again. Closes. "Wrong side of whose bed?" A pause. "Slixvah." Yes. Two can play at that game. Bird vs bird.

His hastily stuck on grey 'beard' falls down over his hands.

"Pretty much what they all said," Cor'lana remarks. "I'm also quite young myself. I want more life experience before Telamon and I start having children. Besides, having Pothy around /feels/ like having a child already."

Pothy looks up again from the tin, crumbs hanging off his beak. He whistles at her in a rather angry sounding fashion, and Cor'lana snickers. "You can't just say every single curse word you know to prove your maturity, Pothy," she says, before she turns back to Patch. "I would /love/ to discuss that 'prophet', later." She doesn't quite notice the bird vs bird disguise match.

Patch, however? She does see the bird-on-bird match, raising a brow as the two talk with a grin. She doesn't recognize Crik, but the exchange is still intriguing, if not puzzling.

"Sure, Sister." Patch says, waving off the topic for another time. "It's just got me in a bit of a mood is all." she admits, turning to watch Pothy stuff his face before Verna, a finger rising to poke playfully at a corvid-tummy. "That is a lot of cookies. He'd be unstoppable if left unchecked in the city, huh? Raiding carts and fingers a like I bet." she teases, letting the others speak of things as she plays.

Matilda squints at Crik, brows furrowing. "Your bird nest," she clarifies, unable to keep her scowl as the 'beard' falls off. She snorts, shaking her head. "Sensitive topics is all sometimes. It's poor faith ta pretend to write something down like that."

Her chuckling turns into a snickering fit at Verna. "Yeah? Throw in a bedtime story while lecturing, that'll be funny. But yea. I totally get that, Lana. Enjoy ya youth. And wait fo' more stable times."

The student's attention shifts to the magical bird. No, that bird, the smaller bird. "... hrm... I wonda. Have ya ever get some druids or the like ta conjure up a bunch of food for him ta snack on?" she queries, hopping off of Patch's line of thought.

A gloved hand reaches into the tin whilst Pothy is potentially distracted whistling to Cor'lana: a risk of nommed fingers for claim of cookie before all are consumed. It then disappears as Verna munches whilst further multi-tasking between reading, page-turning, and listening. "Intriguing."

"... pretend?" A ruffle of audible feathers as Crik straightens up. "It is called research." And then the worn journal is snapped shut, the tiny bits of papers in it stuffed in. With a smooth motion, the robed and be-gadgeted rogue falls off his chair and rapidly steps off into the halls of the Society. Without a sound. Just an odd hop, every now and then.

Cor'lana watches Crik walk away. "Odd bird, that one," she murmurs. "Really and truly rather odd."

She looks back to not-Slixvah and grins. "Well," she says, "we found recently that he does, in fact, get full on magically conjured food. He normally doesn't get full on eating normal food, but the conjured stuff will... eventually make him upchuck, because he has no ability to measure when to stop."

Then she just smiles sweetly at Pothy. "That's right, isn't it, Pothy?"

Pothy stops mid-snacking again. He hasn't claimed Verna's fingers as snacks yet, only the cookies. "No," he complains in Telamon's voice. Then, in Cor'lana's voice: "I can quit."

...

He goes right back to snacking.

"Sounds like some research to behold. Did you get metrics?" Patch muses, teasing Cor'lana and Pothy about this finding. "I don't think I would of." she says, sitting up in her seat. Her coat is held in her lap as she finishes her second cookies, while glancing back to Slixvah. "I'd ask you to explain, but I don't know if I really want to know. That's not the green boy, is it?" she asks, her tone suggesting that she's leaning towards not.

"I wish I could help more with this dream talk, but I don't know how to contribute." Patch openly admits, shrugging with a pondering tone. "It's a little out of my expertise."

Not-Slixvah shakes her head. "Really, really odd bird," she murmurs in agreement with Cor'lana before sighing and paying more attention to her answer. Then looks up in thought. "... sounds like a ghost, ya kno'? Normal stuff can't interact, but magic can. I wonda what else would happen if he ate magic stuff." A blink. "Oooh, what if ate a scroll?"

She just snorts at the white raven's antics.

Half-oruch-Slix leans against the table next to Patch, her shaking her head. "Not 'bout the green boy. That's more personal than anything. Just didn't want that bird writing down stuff if we talkin' 'bout weird prophets."

She rubs her face, slightly sighing. "I forgot I got a letter a couple of months ago. I read it last night. Part of it is my fault, I forgot to check in, but my brother is looking for me. Green boy. Problem is-" Her eyes roll back, "- he's the biggest, smothering, worry wort out of the entire bunch. Doesn't help that he's like, just as good as my dad at findin' folks."

Mikilos mutters darkly to himself as he wanders out of the deeper book stacks, a large tome before him and a stack of several more bobbing obediently behind him. The wizard doesn't look up from his reading, but with years of practice dodges around obsticals in his way, heading for the reading tables. Bookworm senses may stop him before hitting the table, but he still has to look which are occupied, peering around absently as if just remembering the outside world exists. Which might be exactly what happened.

"Dreams are the domain of Eluna and Hers," Verna notes from her perusing. "It is not a topic that most are well-versed with. Thus my study." A hand reaches back towards the tin, but instead of retrieving snacks, it dares absently stroke a finger along the white corvid's back. "There is related matter that you, and others, may be able to assist with, however."

Ohhhh. Pothy has received a petting. He throws his head back in bliss and makes happy corvid noises, encouraging Verna to keep doing just that.

Cor'lana, meanwhile, tilts her head at Slixvah. "Brother? Is that going to be a problem, Slixvah? I'm... fairly apt at dealing with unwanted family members at this point, perhaps better than any should be."

"So, a member of the large family has decided to check on you." Patch says with a grin, turning to look at Matilda as it even flashes a bit of tooth. "Well, under different circumstances I'd of liked to meet him. Still do." intrigue in the bard's tone.

"If I can be of any help, Verna. I'd like to be." Patch admits to the Mourner's question. She sighs, her smile faltering a bit before a hand rises to run through her short hair. "Might have a few tricks and strings to tug." she offers.

Pothy is where Patch's glance next falls, watching that little bird eat up the attention with a perked brow. Verna's affection bringing back her lost grin. "He's really full of something. I don't know if it's magic." her tone playful in her tease.

Not-Slixvah shakes her head at the questions. "Nothin' really much ta assist with. Just if I run inta ya guys, lemme know when and where you spot a tall, green egalrin, if ya do. It ain't trouble, but I don't wanna deal wit' that juuuuust yet. I already know how it's going to go down: I'm gonna get corraled, I'm gonna get hugged until my back pops in three places, then I'm gonna get a verbal talking and have ta answer twenty thousand questions. Tha's like, tha' one thing he got from my mom. Being a massive worry wort."

She looks to Patch, mouth half open to deny the assist. But she pauses. Ponders. "... actually... I... hrm. Ya might be privy to meet him. To at least suss out what he's doing. Right proper guy, at least."

She nods along to Verna with Patch's offer to assist. "Likewise here."

Further elaboration about Pothy is about to be extrapolated on, but her gaze falls on Mikilos stepping towards the table. Her expressive face evens out. "Miki," she nods in acknowledgement of his presence.

Mikilos glances over with a smile at Happy Corvid Noises(tm). "Hello Pothy, Col'lana. Patch, Verna, good to see both of you as well." The wizard nods greetings to each in turn.

Mikilos hesitates, and peers a moment at Not-Slixvah. "Greetings to you, Child-Of-The-Sunset." <yrch-speak>

Verna straightens up from her reading to look to Slivah the almost-orurch. "Concerned family members is a lesser annoyance than many alternatives, though I comiserate with familial obstacles, as well." She glances to Pothy, still indulging his redirecting indulgence, then to Patch. "Snacks," she suggests, "in addition to magic and ... Apotheosity." It is not a proper term, or perhaps it is the most proper.

"From a vision, I believe a group is needed to travel with some haste to the desert. For reasons similar to one taken previously by myself and others to Quelynos."

"Right," Cor'lana nods with Verna's final statement. "Telamon and I have... discussed that. Seeing as I bear no particular reason to go, I am not going myself, as much as I'd love to ensure Telamon's survival with my presence."

Pothy seems to recall something. He looks over at Cor'lana and... he whistles. Cor'lana sighs deeply and raises an arm. "/Is/ it time already to go to the dining hall? Okay. I suppose you deserve that much, Pothy. The research can wait."

The white raven flies onto Cor'lana's arm with a noise that sounds suspiciously like a cheer. The sorceress smiles at all gathered. "And with that, I have to bid all of you adieu... Lest Pothy decide to fly off without me!"

The library is now sans one Pothy and one Pothy-caretaker as they depart.

Patch bites her lip at Verna's suggestion, a bobbing nod replacing her words. When she does speak, it's softer. "I think you're right. A little snark and play too." a finger raised to bid a moment.

At Cor'lana and Pothy taking their leave, Patch raises a hand to wiggle fingers after them. "May it be fruitful, Sister." she calls, not trying to cause linger with excess words.

"Hello, Miki." Patch says, turning to greet the newcomer first. "Good to see you." she adds with a nod.

As for Verna? That finger is finally dropped, an array of emotions crossing her sharp features. Confusion, and a bit of a sheepish glance are given to the Mourner. "Sorry, but did you say you want to take a road trip? With Slixvah and I?" a hand urging the other woman to continue. "Who all is going? Unless you need us to go without you?" speculation now as delight fills her tone. "I'll do it. Anything to not be twiddling idle."

Not-Slix bobs her head along to Verna's. "Yeah, kind of annoying, but it'll get dealt with when I gots the spoons for it."

Her attention flicks to Mikilos. "False sun, babe. Child-of-the-Skies, more like. Sun never sets on my wings," the half-oruch gabs in her 'native' tongue in a familiar silky drawl." <yrch-speak>

She waves goodbye to the sorceress and their familiar. "Please leave some food for the students!" before she turns to the Mourner.

She shifts on her feet, glancing to Patch. "... er, I don't think she meant us in particular, but a group in general," she attempts to clarify. A tiny, uneasy gulp. "... but uh, sure, yeah. I can go. Lemme know if you need me ta make any wands in preparation."

Mikilos waves farewell to bird and Feeder, before nodding to Slix. "Wasn't sure with whom I was dealing, and a bit of formality seldom hurts." Turning focus to Verna, he quirks a brow. "When you say 'with some haste' are you talking 'within the week' or 'let's walk while we talk'?"

"Indeed, it was intended as a general call," Verna confirms, "though any of those present who wish to are most welcome." A frown darkens her countenance. "I am not certain what to expect, so I cannot advise on what preparations to make. The expectation would be reconaissance and retrieval. A rescue, as it were." She then looks to Mikilos. "The destination must be determined with some certainty, first. Time is a factor, as our enemies are certainly seeking the same target."

Not-Slix earns a nod, Patch looking a bit sheepish. "You can't blame me for dreaming. I hear a word like travel, and I just...." a smirk flashed. "Apologies." she offers, calming a bit. It's just a bit of an embarrassed flush on her cheeks. It'll soon pass.

"I'll help and spread word. If you have need of me, let me know." Patch assures Verna, sitting back into her seat. "I recently made preparations for things. More for demons and Kol, but I suspect that won't be wasted."

"Plus, telling others gives me time to look into a tall and green brother for someone." Patch's wink flashed to her disguised Egalrin friend.

Not-Slix reaches out, patting Patch on the back. "Oh no, I totes get ya. Travel is /so much/ fun," she grins, but gain a touch of weariness. "Just after th' prophet doin' stuff like that, just... weary, ya dig?"

She sticks her hands in her pockets, half sitting on the table now. "Well, same as Patch, lemme know if ya need a hand. Be it some supplies I can make for ya or my being."

Matilda glances to Patch, tiny tusks peeking out from a closed lip smirk. "Oh absolutely. He's one of those 'hard ta find, easy ta spot' kind of folk. You'll know 'em when ya see 'em."

Mikilos nods the Verna. "Alright. I'm familiar with a few locations in the desert, could leave as soon as clear the city. But having an exact destination would be better. I am, of course, happy to assist. I've my work and duties, but nothing that can't be rescheduled."

Verna nods to each and all. "Thank you all. I shall advise once I have refined the destination. Visions oft open to much interperetation and never so clear as to provide distinct coordinates and rarely conspicuous landmarks. The only relevant preparations that come to mind would be to include weapons of silver as a precaution."

"With what the college pays, and... would silversheen do?" Patch laughs after Not-Slix's pat, shaking her head. "Just my luck. Spend my nest egg on cold iron, and wind up needing silver." a grin flashed to Verna as she stands and moves to put on the coat she'd been holding. "I have a few arrows for pups if that's what you're worried about."

"Well, I have a couple other things to look into, so I'll leave you to the studies." Patch says to Verna, giving the other two a nod. "If you need me, I am easy to find." turning to be on her way, departing with a grin. "Always some fun to be had here."

Not-Slix laughs at that. "Hey, at least shilversheen should do tha' trick on cold iron! But I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I should get a dagger of each material jus' in case."

Noting Patch was leaving, Matilda picks up her books. "Well, shoot me a holler if ya need me then, Verna. Gotta get goin' and readin'. Toodaloo~"

The carefree attidue sloughs off as the half-oruch pushes her spectalces up, clutches her books to her chest, and squeaks out, "Because I-I'm going to b-b-be late for class!"

She scampers out.

"May you all be judged justly and at your appointed time," Verna offers in farewell to those departing, and even those not. She then returns her full attention to the tomes before her. There is much yet to be learned and determined. The stuff of dreams... and nightmares, as well.

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Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Midwinter Dinner *Emitter: Ravenstongue *Characters: Dolan, Patch, Ravenstongue, Telamon *Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house *Summary: Ravenstongue and Telamon are cleaning up after dinner when Patch arrives to spread a little holiday revelry. Dolan appears, too, and all four chat about the winter and a newly revealed weakness of Kol Demontry's. The evening goes on over t..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Midwinter Dinner

*Emitter: Ravenstongue

*Characters: [[Dolan]], [[Patch]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]

*Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house

*Summary: Ravenstongue and Telamon are cleaning up after dinner when Patch arrives to spread a little holiday revelry. Dolan appears, too, and all four chat about the winter and a newly revealed weakness of Kol Demontry's. The evening goes on over tea and cookies.</div>

''Lúpecyll-Atlon home, evening.''

It's after dinner on a cold and dark evening, but the Lúpecyll-Atlon home is as warm and active as always. Cor'lana is in the kitchen washing up dishes, although she hardly has to do much since Pothy always licks them clean. In fact, the bird is on her shoulder as he adjusts the sprig of greenery that's tucked behind her pointed ear. "It was going to fall out again," Pothy complains. "For a great and powerful sorceress, you sure don't think your fashion choices through, don't you?"

Cor'lana pouts a little. "I thought it would be cute, Pothy," she says. "I'm just impressed you haven't tried to eat it." She finishes up with the dishes and takes her apron off, patting down the velvet deep-blue dress that she acquired at the market earlier that day.

"Of course not. I don't eat anything that the garden pixies conjure. Not after the last time." Pothy's voice takes a haunted tone.

"It really is for the best. I appreciate that they're trying to make themselves helpful -- especially during the winter months -- but it's still inconvenient when some bit of fey magic goes wildly awry." Telamon is handling cleanup in the dining area proper, the table wiped down while he sweeps up any stray debris. Once that's sorted, he straightens up, handing the broom off to the unseen servant who whisks it away.

Tel, for his part, is wearing a pale gray tunic and white linen trousers, with soft slippers on his feet. Idly, he flexes his fingers. "If you thought it was bad for you, Pothy, it was ''really'' disturbing when it happened to Lana." He shakes his head. "I must say, that experience, combined with the things I saw when I was helping Aryia reclaim her sister, have pretty much put me off ever learning or developing that spell."

Braving the cold and dark, Patch finds herself upon the Lúpecyll-Atlon's steps. She's dressed in another fancy coat of red, but this one being of some treated leather. It seems to keep the weather at bay, but a maroon cloak is still worn regardless. A few raps of a half-balled fist announcing her to those inside. "Don't let them be busy."

Pothy grumbles. "The only reason I'd ever want two Lanas is because two of them means one could pet me and one could feed me snacks at the same time." Then he looks at Telamon. "But then again, that's kind of what you two do already for me anyway."

The sound of Patch's knocking rings out, and Cor'lana blinks. "Oh, dear. Let me go get that," she says, and she walks out of the kitchen, going to the front door and opening it--

And her face lights up. "Sister!"

Telamon snorts. "So why mess with perfection? Besides, you forget, both of us can pet you while the unseen servant feeds you snacks. Granted, it's not quite as charming as Lana or I -- or the pixies, for that matter -- but it does the job."

Tel was about to walk into his study to retrieve a book, when the knock sounds at the door. "I wonder who'd be coming by in this weather at night?" When Lana opens the door and greets Patch, Tel leans out to smile. "Good evening! It's good to see you again, Patch!"

Patch isn't looking at the doorway when Cor'lana opens it. Her eyes not seeming to focus anywhere, her glance meandering. She only turns to look at the woman as Cor'lana greets her, smiling. "Sister." her tone muted, but she steps quickly to greet the other woman, giving her a firm hug.

"I hope I'm not intruding." Patch says, grinning as she releases the half-elf. "I thought to check on those I know at least once during the festivities." a breath seeming to relax her as Telamon's words draw her glance.

"It's good to see you too, Telamon." Patch's reply coming with a lick of her lips, and a broader grin. "Having fun? Mind company?" the last question seemingly aimed at them both, her hopeful glance shot back towards her sister.

"We just finished up our dinner," Cor'lana says with a smile as she returns the firm hug. "Hardly busy here. I have a large tray of cookies that my cousin dropped off earlier that you're more than welcome to help yourself to. Come on in."

"Yes, please come share snacks with us!" Pothy exclaims, taking flight from Cor'lana's shoulder to the coffee table, where, indeed, a large tray of cookies are on display. It's a large variety, and the cookies are the size of the average person's palm... Meaning this is probably Pothy's ideal Yule gift.

Cor'lana leads her sister inside. "Let me get you a cup of tea, too," she says. "Lavender-mint fine?" When is it ''not'' the lavender-mint?

Telamon nods, stepping back out of the study as well. "As Lana said, get in here." His expression is crinkled with a broad smile, as he closes the door. "You know you're always welcome here, Patch. Lana considers you family, and this is a place for it -- especially at this time of the year."

While Lana is seating Patch, Tel pauses to check the back door, look out the window, and then make sure the teakettle is on and hot. Cups are pulled down and brought to the table, and Tel says cheerily. "So: joyous Yule to you, Patch."

Another knock comes on the door, a few minutes after the door closes behind Patch.

Patch doesn't hesitate once invited in, a smile splayed across her features. "Any tea is appreciated. I wouldn't turn it down." her path carrying her behind Cor'lana to let her entertain, and admire the cookies. Now, sans one. It's plucked indiscriminately from the group. "I have to get over to your cousin's some time. I've been with Slix, but..." she drones off with a wave of her hand as she turns to find one of the more secluded seat.

"It's appreciated. I can't rest at the dorms. It's busy, and with the Yule Yearning?" Patch says with another grin, the door catching her attention with a suspicious and skeptical look. "I swear. I wasn't followed. This time." It's enough to warrant her attention away from her cookie-prize.

"It's a nice place," Cor'lana replies. "My cousin's very good at what she does. It's also a reminder that at least some of my family are good and ordinary people..."

Cor'lana blinks twice as the door knocks again. "Who can it be now?" she asks. "Pothy, hold down the fort, will you?"

It's a little comical to see Cor'lana creep over to the door, hand held up like she's halfway expecting Zalgiman or Kol Demontry on the other side, but... It happens anyway. She opens the front door.

Telamon's eyes glitter at the knock, and he looks to Patch. "Tell you what, though, if this is another of those thrice-bedamned 'adventurer's insurance' salesmen, he's getting a bath and I don't ''care'' how cold it is." His tone is light, but it's clear that if the newcomer has a problem, Tel will be happy to adjust his attitude the hard way.

He flicks a glance to the study, and there's a whisper in the air, the unseen servitor slipping off and returning with his haversack, which he takes.

There is no one at the front door, ''per se'', but there is a basket of jams, preserves, cheeses, and a loaf of a rustic bread sitting on the stoop, in the chill, along with a note stuck into one side of it, and a cloaked figure walking away.

Patch bobs her head to Telamon's sage advice. "This is why we have signs that restrict solicitors. I don't have to deal with it." she speaks of her dorm, again grinning as Telamon pokes his fun. "I do hope you have insurance. The proper kind, but I know what you mean."

"Who's there?" Patch calls after Cor'lana, the sound of a door opening, and then a pause. It's awkward enough for her to perk up in her seat and look after her sister. "It might be a parcel. I'd sent one. But, I had thought that might be here by now."

Cor'lana pulls in the basket, and she reads the note that's attached to it. Her face splits into a wide grin, and she calls after the cloaked figure that's walking away. "Dolan! Brydion!" she shouts. "We're having tea and cookies, and you're invited!"

"Dolan!?" Pothy's tail is wagging again from his perch on the table. "Please tell him he's welcome! I want to share cookies with him!"

"Well, this whole basket's full of goodies," Cor'lana replies. "And Patch, I ''thought'' that might have been your package. Pothy is very enamored with his new scarf. It's hanging off of his book nest in the study right now. The slippers are wonderful, too. Thank you so much."

Telamon nods to Patch. "I'll be wearing those for a while. My old ones are starting to get a little ragged, and if I ask Jovani to handle mending them, I just ''know'' he's going to give me a look like this." He screws his face up into an exaggerated expression of disapproval. "For a man who deals in fine clothing you'd think he'd understand comfort being key..."

At Cor'lana's call, Telamon immediately moves to the door. "C'mon in, Dolan, this is a night where friends and family are always welcome! Especially with the weather being what it is."

The figure outside pauses, turns around, and returns to the door, but doesn't come inside just yet. When Dolan re-approaches the door, he wears, insteads of the usual golden gem, an eyepatch over his right eye, and an uncertain frown. "My eye's at the artificer's," he tells Lana quietly and in low tones not meant to carry. "Is that going to bother Tel?"

"The comfort is what I have to focus on." Patch says to Telamon, nibbling her cookie with just a few mousey nips. "Dirk's boots took me the better part of Quintoos." she dares admit. "I'm just glad they will be used. I'm a bit short on coin and I made most my gifts." shrugging. "It's nicer this way."

At the murmured words of Cor'lana and Dolan, Patch looks back that way once more. "Can I help with anything?" she calls out after the others.

Cor'lana shakes her head. "No, it'll be fine, Dolan," she tells him gently. "It doesn't matter to him or to me how you look, and this house is warded. We all just care that you're here and out of the cold for a bit to eat and something to drink."

She smiles widely, turning to indicate that Dolan should follow him. "Besides, Pothy is dying to share some cookies with you. Come in!" she urges a bit louder, walking back in with the basket and setting it down in the kitchen.

Indeed, Telamon seems utterly unfazed by Dolan's appearance, beckoning him in as well. "All is well, Patch," he calls back, before smiling genuinely at Dolan. "It's good to see you again. And yes, Pothy is definitely in a 'I wanna share snacks' mood, so take advantage of it while you can."

He places a hand on Dolan's shoulder briefly, before stepping aside so that Lana can lead him in out of the cold. "How is Andie doing?"

"Brightest of days, and thank you both." Dolan relaxes enough to step inside, stepping over the parcel at the door, and offers the both of them a cheeky grin. The hand on his shoulder seems to prompt that. "I wasn't sure if you were in a place to take visitors or-" He pauses, and shares that grin with Patch as well. "Brightest of days, Patch. I was just leaving a Midwinter gift, but you're too kind to invite me in. How are the three of you?"

"All may be well, but help is still help." Patch says of Telamon's answer, standing from her seat once Dolan and hosts return.

Patch adjusts her coat and cloak, offering Dolan a nod and proper greeting. "Inquisitor Dolan. It's good to see you. I'm doing well. Mostly hiding." she jokes.

Pothy is looked at, a hand coaxing the small bird towards Dolan. "Hey! lookie there, Pothy! You got your wish of a Dolan." eager to see what wiggle, word, or happy note will spring forth from that familiar. "It's the season for friends. Of course you're welcome. Not that I have a say." these words back to Dolan as she focuses back on her treat, plopping a bit haphazardly into her seat. Cookie time. Finally. A true bite taken, a warm smile bleeding onto her features as she savors it.

"We're all doing splendidly here. Plenty of room in our house for visitors," Cor'lana says with a smile as she emerges from the kitchen with the teapot and teacups, pouring two cups for Dolan and Patch. "And plenty of cookies, too." She gestures to the tray of assorted palm-sized cookies as evidence.

Pothy, of course, dances in place and cheers as Dolan enters the house. "Yay! Dolan!! Come here, there's some really yummy sugar cookies I think you might like!" he calls out. "Lana's cousin made ''all'' of these cookies!"

Cups of tea, cookies, and good company. What more could anyone ask for on a cold winter's night? Telamon makes sure the door is shut and locked... though he checks to make sure no one else is wandering up the path. That done, he reclaims a seat for himself, picking up his own cup and regarding Dolan and Patch. Despite the polished demeanor he shows, there's nothing but friendship and happy welcome in his gaze.

"In any case, thank you Dolan -- and thank you, Patch. It's been a long year, and I think we're all hoping for a better one."

"Andie's at the Temple until midnight," Dolan answers Telamon's question belatedly, accepting his cup of tea and making his way in. "Pothy, I can't really see you on that side," he reminds the bird with a grin as he finds a seat - notably where nobody is on his right side. "How about you bring one of those over here." Something uncertain in him is unwinding, and he's relaxing. "I got something good, too. If we can make use of it, we'll have a better year."

"Andie's at the Temple until midnight," Dolan answers Telamon's question belatedly, accepting his cup of tea and making his way in. "Pothy, I can't really see you on that side," he reminds the bird with a grin as he finds a seat - notably where nobody is on his right side. "How about you bring one of those over here." Something uncertain in him is unwinding, and he's relaxing. "Thanks, Patch. I got something good, too. If we can make use of it, we'll have a better year."

"Did you? I am excited to hear about it. I managed to scrape up a few toys to make things easier, but we'll see." Patch muses, chewing another large bite of treat. Dolan's thanks causing a bit of a flush once its registered. "You're a friend. No need to thank me for such small tokens." but it does leave her with a grin and glance to Cor'lana as she take up that tea. "I'm just glad to have quiet evenings like this."

Pothy picks up a sugar cookie and flies over to Dolan on his left. "Special delivery~!" he manages despite the cookie in his mouth. "Here you go!" His tail is wagging a mile a minute.

Cor'lana takes a seat next to Telamon and smiles brightly, the teapot on its tray set aside on the table with the cookie tray as its cousin. Her face perks with interest as she seems to catch onto what Dolan's referring to. "Evenings like these are ''why'' I sign up for life-endangering things," Cor'lana says. "Now, something good? Do tell." She takes up her own teacup and sips from it.

Telamon tries not to laugh at Pothy taking on the role of host. It's cute, after all. "There's ''never'' enough good news in the world. So I guess we're both all ears." His lips quirk again. "Well, halfway all ears, anyways." Eyes twinkle over the rim of his cup as he sips quietly. "There have been some developments here, but... not bad, not good, just important. I'm glad Yule is here to lighten our hearts."

Dolan's grin only widens, and he reaches to take the cookie from Pothy. "Why thank you, Pothy." He takes a small nibble at first, then a more appreciative bite. "These are excellent. Now, the Knight has blessed me with some insight, that, I might be able to use against the vampire." He takes a sip of tea to go with the cookie, and contemplates both. "I don't know everything yet, and I need to do a little more."

"Hopefully better than garlic." Patch muses, shaking her head as she pops that last bit of cookie into her mouth and chewing before washing it down with tea. "That worked, but I'd not attempt that again." a grin flashed as she nestles back into her seat with the hot drink. "I'll admit to coming up with little since the foray into that mess with the Augur of Dreams." an annoyance sitting in her tone, but it's fleeting. "Work has me planning away at the Bardic College, and for once? I've tried to take break and relax." a sheepish smile given. "We all need it."

"The garlic ''worked'', though," Cor'lana adds with a grin. "That was impressive. Vaire clearly was smiling on you at that moment, sister--everyone loves the unexpected twist in the story, after all, and She sought to supply."

She looks at Dolan. "You spoke to your god?" she asks, in surprise, but... maybe not as much surprise as one should probably have. "What did He have to say? About the vampire, that is."

"Clearly, the solution is to feed Kol a garlic cookie," Pothy says. It's jest, of course, but he just seems happy that Dolan's happy.

"Don't throw the idea away just yet," Telamon advises. "I ran across some writings by vampire hunters, and the idea of 'overkill' just doesn't apply when you're fighting bloodsuckers." He taps his chin. "You know, you can steam garlic to make garlic oil. Wonder if that would work as a repellent or a distraction."

His eyes slide back to Dolan with interest. "Sometimes the trick is to try and listen even when we might not understand what they're telling us at first. I know I'm guilty of not always getting the point at first."

The mention of the garlic draws a laugh from Dolan, but one that quickly fades. "It might. We should find out what they're vulnerable to. He did speak to me, in the Dream Realm. How that happened is a bit complicated, but," he takes a sip of tea, sets the cup down, and uses his now freed hand to stroke Pothy. "He showed me how the vampire was defeated the last time he was here. Running water seems to work, and Kol - well, he's kind of stupid," he goes on, sheepishly for the non-mincing of words. "Fast, and strong, but the man who did it was standing in the fountain, and tempted the vampire with his own blood. The vampire went after it and they dragged him into the fountain. He was so after the blood that he didn't pay attention to his own safety."

Patch sips at her tea, listening to Dolan with a sip of her drink. She peers into the cup, an ear twitching in thought as she speaks. "I'm heartened to hear this, but that complicates things. It would have to be a trap, and not an obvious one." her tone cautious, but the grin from behind her cup a clear indicator she's onboard for whatever mischief and plotting is to be had. "If I can help, please let me know."

"I will remember that, Tel. If you are dawdling, I'll just be blunt." Patch assures, amused with the conversation as some hope is dangled.

"That sounds like it was Sir Seldan," Cor'lana says, seeming to recall it now. "He and I did discuss that--albeit in the context of me trying to, err, bait Zalgiman into a demise of sorts." She rolls her eyes. "Sadly, I think he's not going to fall for the same trick twice. If that was him at the 'tent of the miracle man' from a little while back, which I do think it was, he had an awful lot of disdain in his voice."

She looks at Telamon. "Maybe I need to invest in some nicer padding," she says. "Or pick up that trick that Slixvah uses to disguise herself for long periods of time. I might be able to bait him out with Mother's appearance--"

And then she clears her throat. "On the subject of Kol, however, it seems pretty clear what has to be done. It sounds like, Dolan, that you're going to have to play bait yourself when it comes to Kol."

Telamon furrows his brow. "Does it have to ''be'' Dolan, though? I'm not exactly enthused at the idea of using a friend to bait this son of a bitch, no matter how obsessive he is. He'd also have to be dumber than a bag of hammers to chase his obsession into another fountain."

He sits back, steepling his fingers. "I've always wondered what qualifies as 'running water', anyways. The Tornmawr? The sewer mains? Flushing Kol down with the rest of the crap does have a certain appeal to me."

Pothy glares at Telamon for a moment. "Tel-a-moooooon," he whines. "You can't talk about sewers! Not in front of my SNACKS!"

Cor'lana rolls her eyes and grins at her assembled group of friends, husband, and familiar. "I guess that means we're being forced to change subjects," she says. "How about... What our favorite childhood foods were?"

That makes the white raven's eyes go shiny and bright. "Yes! Yes please!" he says. "Tell me allllll about it!"

The evening goes on over tea and cookies.

== OOC ==

''Garlic Cookies'':

:: <OOC> Dolan says, "Ewh."
:: <OOC> Patch says, "I wonder if eating garlic enough to change your sweat would act like Protection from Evil? Protection from Vampire! Also, musky."
:: <OOC> Dolan says, "I would not want to eat enough garlic to try it."

[[Category:Logs]]

Stories for Xote

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Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: Stories for Xote *Emitter: Ravenstongue *Characters: Fizzy, Ravenstongue, Telamon *Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house *Summary: Ravenstongue steps outside for a brief moment to check on the garden pixies when Fizzy stops by. Happy to see her husband's cousin again, Ravenstongue invites Fizzy in for some tea. Telamon returns from his Shining Chalice meeting later and joins the..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: Stories for Xote

*Emitter: Ravenstongue

*Characters: [[Fizzy]], [[Ravenstongue]], [[Telamon]]

*Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house

*Summary: Ravenstongue steps outside for a brief moment to check on the garden pixies when Fizzy stops by. Happy to see her husband's cousin again, Ravenstongue invites Fizzy in for some tea. Telamon returns from his Shining Chalice meeting later and joins the friendly discussion.</div>

''Lúpecyll-Atlon home, evening.''

The chilly wind from the west ruffles the branches of the trees in the backyard of Cor'lana and Telamon Lúpecyll-Atlon, where a collection of small lights dance around the table in the winter-bare garden. The mistress of the household walks outside, cup of tea in hand and wearing a warm woolen dress, and she looks at the little lights that flicker and wink in the relative sanctity of her own yard.

Cor'lana takes a sip from the teacup before she holds it in both hands again. "Lily-of-the-Valley, Mirabilis, I take it this is your doing?"

There's two small pairs of insect-like wings that flutter over to Cor'lana--one pair a luminous white, and one pair a vibrant pink. They're attached to even smaller women who wear petal dresses that match their wings; the white-winged lady has fair skin and blonde ringlets, and the pink-winged lady has dark skin and a cascade of plant-green braids that go to her waist. The blonde replies in a high-pitched and dreamy voice, "Yes, Lady Lúpecyll! We wanted to give you something to smile about since Telamon left for his meeting!"

"Lúpecyll-Atlon," the green-haired girl corrects. Her tone is the same pitch as her counterpart, but far more measured. "Lily, you know the Lady wants us to call them both that now, right?"

Cor'lana waves a hand. "I appreciate it, ladies, but I'm fine. Telamon will be back in a few hours. I'm not going to die of boredom--"

The blonde, Lily-of-the-Valley, gasps. "BUT YOU MIGHT, AND THAT'S A RISK I CAN'T TAKE!" she screams. Mirabilis--the other pixie--facepalms.

Bundled up in warm furs and a forest-shaded scarf, Fizzy approaches the home of her cousin and his wife, some of the sweetest people she's ever known. Naturally, it makes her nervous that she needs to impress them in some way. Despite the furs, she hears the tiny lilting voices. She thinks she can make out something about boredom, Tel at a meeting, and some sort of tiny drama.

Burning curiosity drives her forward and puts the anxiety on the back burner for the moment. She enters the gate and looks around, following the sounds of conversation to the backyard. There, she discovers the dancing lights, which spark delight in her own. "Oh my!" she expresses softly, impressed at the display. "Hello, Lana, I hope I'm not intruding? Also, I hope I may call you 'Lana'? I realize I have been but I don't know if that's too familiar yet?"

Her constant companion ventures out from among folds of fur and takes in the backyard, a new location to him. He noses at bare branches, somehow knowing to stay away from the thorny ones, and lights, and even pauses to look at the little pixies whose voices ring through the frigid air.

In stark contrast to Fizzy bundled in furs and a scarf, there stands Cor'lana in only a wool dress--albeit one that goes all the way down to her ankles--and a pair of shoes. The neckline is even deep enough to expose the strange artwork on her chest, which appears to be a number of lines interwoven with each other. Combined with the two tiny winged ladies that are in front of her, it's certainly a strange sight.

But Cor'lana's violet eyes are filled with happiness as she looks at Fizzy, and the smile on her face quickly comes after. "Of course you can call me Lana," she says. "No, you're not intruding at all. All who are family are welcome here."

That gets a gasp from both little winged ladies. "Oh my GOODNESS. Family!? Lady Lúpecyll, did you adopt another sister!?" Lily-of-the-Valley asks. Her wings beat even faster now, clearly excited.

"Lady Lúpecyll-Atlon," Mirabilis corrects more firmly this time. She side-eyes Lily for only a moment before she says, "I believe this is Lord Lúpecyll-Atlon's recently discovered cousin. Allow us to introduce ourselves, kin of our lady--I am called Mirabilis, and my chosen-sister here is called Lily-of-the-Valley. We are mere garden pixies in the employ of Lady and Lord Lúpecyll-Atlon."

"They help Telamon with the garden... when it's gardening season," Cor'lana explains, although she looks a tad bashful as she says that. "It appears when it isn't gardening season, they like to liven up our lives a little with their own brand of fey mischief." She gestures to the back door of the house behind her. "I'll lead you inside. It's too cold out here for more than just us three, and I have a pot of lavender-mint tea that's keeping warm in there, too."

The gasps and squeals and formal pixie introductions bring a warm smile to Fizzy's face, visible now that she's pulled down her scarf. "Oh, ladies, I'm charmed to meet you both. And you are correct, I am Telamon's cousin. My name is Fisy-le’athavara Bellatoriaterra, but my friends, among which I would love to include you, call me Fizzy. I have no titles, nothing fancy. Just a really long name that even I like to shorten. And this is my dearest Xote. He's pleased to meet you as well, as you can tell by his interest."

As one might expect, he glances at Fizzy when she introduces him to the tiny fey, and then moves closer to Mirabilis and Lily-of-the-Valley, nose in the air, sniffing. He's also starting to shiver a little now that he's not protected from the winter air by Fizzy's furs.

The two pixies coo lovingly as they look at Xote. It appears that while Mirabilis might be the more 'serious' of the two pixies, even she can't resist the large and furry animal. "We LOVE him!" they both say at once, and they begin to feverishly discuss making all sorts of little gifts for their new best friend.

Cor'lana shakes her head and offers Fizzy a grin. "Sorry, Fizzy," she says. "They get distracted very easily, too. Come on inside." She opens the back door and walks in, going to the living room where Fizzy's been before. The house is nice and warm as it was the last time, although Telamon's absence is noted.

Pothy, however, is on the coffee table, eating from a bowl of peanuts that's next to the teapot. "Oh, hello, Fizzy," he greets in his boyish voice. His tail wags up and down to see a familiar face again.

Cor'lana takes a seat on the couch and gestures to the various chairs. "Please, take a seat," she says. "I've honestly little to do this evening besides write more poetry and read books, so I'm rather happy you dropped by."

"I look forward to seeing you both again soon!" Fizzy bids as she follows her cousin-in-law inside and closes the door. Xote is secure inside, first, of course. Fizzy has a seat and smiles. "I'm still so grateful to you and my cousin for being so welcoming. It isn't often I've felt that sort of humanly warmth. I think I've been missing it without knowing I have. If that makes any sense."

Then Fizzy realizes she's getting a little ''too'' warm, still bundled up. She rises and removes a few layers, revealing some ordinary traveling breeches, warm tunic and doublet, and some particularly warm boots. She gives a sideways glance to Cor'lana. "I can't help but ask, though. You weren't bundled up out there; how are you not frozen stiff?"

It's clear Fizzy has started getting used to being around people who are actually social. She's calmer, mostly, and her conversation is far less rushed.

Cor'lana pours a teacup for Fizzy without asking--probably because she knows that if Fizzy doesn't want it, Pothy will probably drink it anyway. "That makes perfect sense to me," Cor'lana replies, setting the teacup down on the table for Fizzy to take. "Telamon and I were both once newcomers here--and this is a ''big'' city compared to where I came from. Despite there being so many people, it's easy to feel lost and overwhelmed, so of course, Tel and I wanted to make you feel welcomed."

She lifts her own teacup back up to her lips and takes a sip as Fizzy asks the question. Cor'lana leans back for a moment into the couch as she seems to contemplate how to answer that. "Funny enough, it has to do, in a way, with the reason the pixies 'serve' Tel and I," she says, her violet eyes filling with a quiet sort of mirth. "To put it bluntly, and because I can trust you on the sheer virtue of you being Telamon's kin: I am descended from fey nobility."

She gestures to the mark on her chest. "This states that I am the descendant of a member of the Unseelie nobility known as the Feathered One. That's the feather," she says, pointing to the stylized feather and the two symbols inside it--a set of judgement scales and another feather. "And these are the roots of the family tree." She points to the interwoven lines that jut out from the quill of the feather. "Because I am his descendant, I've... developed some gifts, such as a small resistance to the cold."

<pre>GAME: Fizzy rolls spellcraft: (7)+8: 15</pre>

Fizzy reflects on Lana's words. "That reminds me, well, I have many questions, but I'll try to pace them. First of all, is that tattoo magical, I get the sense it is, but I don't know how, or even why I know that. And... Okay, well, let's just start with that." She takes the tea that was poured for her and sips. "Thank you, also, for the tea. It's perfect. May I give some of the nuts on the table to Xote? I mean, should I ask Pothy?"

Naturally, Xote is over near the table, nose wiggling madly with interest in the snacks up there.

"No, the snacks are for everyone!" Pothy says insistently, like a child who really, ''really'' wants to share his cool new toys. "Xote can have some."

Cor'lana smiles at Pothy. "You heard him," she says to Xote. "Go ahead. He might even be nice enough to..."

Before Cor'lana can finish her sentence, Pothy's already nudging shelled peanuts off the table to Xote. The sorceress shakes her head and chuckles. "I should have seen that coming," she says. "My mark is magical, yes. It's... A connection to my ancestor. An anchor of sorts. If I feed it just a few drops of my blood, I can borrow some of Grandfather's power, but only a little at a time, and only for so long." She places her fingertips on the mark itself, and it slightly shimmers in the light--the mark reacting to the presence of Cor'lana's blood in her hand, but unable to do anything so long as it remains in her hand.

"I'd appreciate it if you could keep that knowledge close to you," Cor'lana goes on to say. "People tend to hear anything about blood and they accuse you of allying with demons or other unpleasant things. My guess is that you could feel the magic coming off it due to your own magical aptitude." She smiles lightly as she gestures to Xote.

The Shadow Elf laughs at Pothy's antics, then at Xote's cautious investigation. He's never had peanuts before, that's obvious, but he embraces the snacks quite happily. "Enjoy, Xote," she says before returning her attention to Cor'Lana's explanation. When finished, Fizzy assures her, "Oh, of course not! I don't really talk about others much. It's their stories, after all, and it would be horrible of me to share something that shouldn't be shared. I avoid that by not sharing!" She gives a smile. "And that leads me to another question, if I may?"

It's not lost on Fizzy that her hostess hasn't nosed into her own life, and that gives her pause. "Oh... For equality's sake, I'm a witch, it seems. I've had magical aptitude all my life, but could never tap into it until I met Xote. It was so frustrating for my mom. She could tell it was there and couldn't bring it out no matter how or what she tried." There's a slight pause, then, "You probably know that witches are not the most respected or appreciated magic users, as your secrets would not be, either."

Cor'lana simply nods, like this confirms something she might well have expected all along. "I know a witch," she says, "and the treatment she's received at the Society hasn't always been stellar. Not necessarily in that they discriminate against her because she's a witch, like how people might discriminate against you for being half-mul, or how people have been unkind to me simply because I'm obviously half-sil--but it's more of the snootiness that some wizards can have when it comes to other spellcasters. That's why Telamon's part of the Shining Chalice--it's a social group for sorcerers."

"They have nice snacks," Pothy says. "Lana doesn't like going with Tel, though."

"I like that he has a place that he can call his own," Cor'lana says with a slight smirk and a shake of her head, refuting Pothy's assertion. "I love him dearly and could happily spend every second of this life by his side, but you have to have some notion of a life beyond your spouse, I think. Besides, there is nothing stopping you from going with Telamon next time if you ''really'' want those snacks, Pothy."

Pothy contemplates it. But only for a few seconds. "I like being home with you, though, Lana." The sweet bird gets back to shelling peanuts for him and Xote to share.

Cor'lana turns back to Fizzy with a little grin from Pothy's words. "There will always be people who misunderstand you," she says. "But there are always going to be people who will accept you even more readily. This house and the people in it do just that. So long as you can tolerate the two garden pixies and that your cousin-by-bond is descended from the fey, that is."

In response, Fizzy gives a warm smile, probably the brightest of the smiles she's had in a long time, aside from those to Xote. "That means so much. Thank you. It really does. The only people I've ever been all that close to were my moms, but the last few years, well, it was clear they wanted time to and for each other without an adult child to worry about. It was time for me to move on, and I suspect that's why they told me about my father."

"I feel so at home near you and Telamon. I'm considering, honestly, making Alexandria home. It may be cold, but Charn was at ''least'' as cold as here. I'm starting to ask people about how to get my own place. I'm not completely sure where, but I want to learn more about using magic, so if there's housing in the University District, that has possibilities. As long as they would welcome Xote."

"It's not always this cold, as I have to remind Telamon a lot," Cor'lana says with a grin. "It's actually nice and temperate for the most part the rest of the year. There are some hot days here and there, but... That's baths were invented."

She thinks for a moment. "I think the Arcanists' Society--which ''is'' open to all arcane spellcasters, regardless of what some snooty wizards might think there about witches and sorcerers--has student housing you could likely request. There's also plenty of housing around here that will rent to anyone. When Telamon and I were looking to buy a house, we almost bought a fixer-upper that was previously occupied by some..." Cor'lana pauses again to find the words. "They were a bit more enthusiastic about partying and revelry than they were about their studies. Tel inquired later and apparently the place was ''condemned'' on account of how structurally unsound it was."

Cor'lana raises her teacup back to her mouth. "I'm just glad that you found your way here of your own free will," she says. "Not everyone has arrived in Alexandria so freely." She takes a sip.

Fizzy blinks owlishly at Cor'lana. "It sounds like you know some. If I can be bold, you weren't one of them, were you?" She sips her own tea because she'd forgotten it until reminded by her host's actions. "I guess I am lucky in that. Grateful to my father and Algar--my brother. Do you know how strange it is to say those words?" She looks a little dazed by the fact that she gets to keep saying them. "I'm a little leery of the Arcanist's Society. If most of them are wizards, I don't know that I want to have anything to do with them. Is there not more, hm. Or less Arcanist's Society allied housing? Or universities?"

The Shadow Elf quietly thinks on that with the tiniest of frowns. "Would you recommend some other place to live? More friendly, maybe?" She reaches down, somehow knowing that Xote has tired of that particular snack and wants to be near her. Her fingers find his head and ears and she gives some tender rubs. "And is there any other way to learn magic? Or history? Or anything. I didn't really have a very, um, deeply educational upbringing."

"Well, like I said--I know a witch at the Arcanists' Society, and she seems to be learning a lot there despite her difference from the wizards and even the sorcerers," Cor'lana explains. "That being said... I'm sure there are witches here in Alexandria who could take you on as a student outside of the Society. I was, for a while, an apprentice of a famous sorceress here called Lady Sandy--we don't see each other much these days, just because my life has become so much busier, but I still think of her fondly."

"She liked giving me snacks," Pothy says with a boyish giggle. Of course that's his primary criteria for liking someone.

Cor'lana looks thoughtful again. "Well, I actually rented a room at the Fernwood Pub for a while," she says, "and then I got a decent rent on an apartment in the Market District. You can rent a place here in the University District without being a student at the Society, though--there are plenty of people who do, on account of the cheap rent. I have to admit I picked my apartment because it was the easiest way to get Pothy his snacks from his favorite market vendors."

Listening attentively, Fizzy nods as she takes everything in, the options and promise of possibility. "I think cheap would be good for now. As long as it's warm and not falling down around my ears. Do you think I could find good furniture for a decent price? Or are there apartments already furnished? Was yours?" She stops short realizing that she's throwing questions at Cor'lana like birdseed at a wedding. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me give you a chance to answer! And... I forgot to ask more about your grandfather. Tel mentioned, but the information seemed like there would be a story associated with it that I wasn't prepared for."

The little albino familiar noses under Fizzy's hand as if to say, "I'm not going far," and starts exploring the house--at least this room and wherever else has open doors. Fizzy takes a moment to watch him wander off, commenting, "He has the cutest little walk." Naturally, she's interested in soaking up all the information she can get.

Cor'lana giggles a little at Fizzy's enthusiasm, delight twinkling in her violet eyes. It's easy to see how she's a descendant of one of the fey--emotions are worn on her face so openly and strongly. "It's fine. My apartment in the Market District was furnished," she says. "I didn't feel like trying to figure out how to buy furniture and lug it all the way back to my apartment, so... I went for one that had everything I needed."

She takes another sip of her tea. "Actually, I had almost all of the furniture in this house sold to help reduce the cost," she says. "We kept the table, and we kept two of the bedframes--and then downsized to one." There's a slight blush on her face, but, well, she is describing a perfectly normal married couple living arrangement. "Much to Grandfather's joy, of course."

She observes Xote for a moment as he goes through the study door. "Thankfully, nothing in there for him to get into," she says. "Pothy has his nest in there, and that's also where Telamon likes to do a lot of his spellwork, studying, and star chart work. But all of the sensitive stuff is kept locked away. Now, what would you want to know about Grandfather, exactly?"

A thoughtful expression crosses the Shadow Elf's face, one that clearly indicates she's trying to remember what she heard and what she wants to ask about. "I believe Tel said he's a fey lord? And right now, that's all I can remember." Fizzy smiles apologetically. There were people going in and out of the pub, very distracting." Another pensive pause, then she adds, "I guess I'm not always comfortable or trustful of a lot of activity. It makes me a little nervous, like there could be someone dangerous. I suppose that comes from how I grew up."

There's only the tappy-tap of Xote's feet in the other room and the occasional snuffle. Xote is very well-behaved and respectful. Fizzy smiles. "It sounds like Xote is a very good capy. I don't hear any noises that could indicate too much nosiness or naughtiness. It's a veritable mystery how that happened. I haven't had him very long, and he was wild before that."

There's a slight smile that crosses Cor'lana's face as Fizzy recounts what she remembers of what Telamon said. It's a smile that's... awfully like trying to figure out how to explain an inside joke, or how to explain something that might take ages to tell. "Grandfather was fey nobility," she starts. "He left the court many, many years ago and retreated to his home deep in the woods of Quelynos, where the fey dwell. He met the mortal elf woman that became his wife when she turned up on his doorstep, and... many years later, I am here. One of the last of their family line, and the new head of my Grandfather's mortal bloodline here in this realm."

She places her teacup down onto the table. "That is why Telamon took my name and I took his," she says, "and we forged together a new family name. Two half-elves who fell in love and planted the seed for a new family tree. One that, in a roundabout way, now includes you in its roots." The twinkle in her violet eyes returns again. "And Xote, too. He's too cute to leave off."

Fizzy watches Cor'lana's face while the tale is told. "One detail I'm clinging to that makes me ''most'' curious is how--and why--his would-be wife turned up on his doorstep?" she queries almost faintly. "But... I do think it's quite lovely to share names in honor of both families and your new family."

The Shadow Elf's face lights up like the pixies' decorations outside as Lana finishes. "Isn't he just? And listen, he's not destroying anything. He's just a curious little guy. I love him so much!" It's truth. Not only is it so obvious Fizzy loves her Xote, it's blatantly obvious that he's a very good boy. His little pitty-pats bring him back to the main room and he takes his rightful place at his witch's knee.

And at this juncture, the other half of the Lúpecyll-Atlon union arrives. A weary footstep -- not really fatigue, but perhaps a little startled -- and the door is unlocked, letting in a brief gout of cold air as Telamon calls out, "Honey, I'm home!" It's almost hilariously mundane, as he removes his heavy cloak, before doffing his boots and setting them on the shoe rack to dry out.

Walking into the living room, his eyes light up as he looks at Cor'lana, and he smiles at Fizzy warmly. "Good eve, Fizzy. It's good to see you." He's dressed to the nines, as he usually is -- ruffled white silk blouse, dark leather trousers, house slippers on his feet. But there's a new addition Lana will notice: a small, shining pin on his lapel in the shape of an elaborate goblet.

Cor'lana's eyes react much the same way that Telamon's do when she sees him, and she springs up from the couch to give him a hug and kiss hello. "Welcome home, my starborn king," Cor'lana replies, using her usual Sylvan pet name for him. Her finger taps the pin on his lapel with a wide grin. "Don't tell me, did you get promoted?"

She takes her seat back on the couch, gesturing to the teapot. "Do you want me to pour you a cup, Tel?" she asks. "Fizzy and I were just talking about Grandfather. Specifically, how he and Grandmother met. Quite the story there, in fact--a fairy tale, almost, if it weren't for the fact it's true."

Fisy-le’athavara, already bright with pride in her familiar and happiness at her current company, brightens even more when her favorite cousin appears. "Tel! It's good to see you, too!" She may be growing far more enthusiastic the longer she's in Alexandria. Maybe the city's good for her. Or the company. She sips some tea that may not be particularly warm now, as she keeps forgetting it's in her hands. "Someday, I would love to hear every family story you both have to tell. We can start with this now, though. I mean, if that's okay."

The elf doesn't appear as uncomfortable as she did at first, even with that check-in if Tel and Lana are okay with sharing stories. Even so, Fizzy reaches down to scratch her capy. A little smile touches her lips and she says, "Xoty would like to hear the stories, too, you know."

Telamon returns the hug and kiss to Lana, giving her a squeeze. "I... well, short answer, yes. Can I sit down? I feel a bit like the fellow who went fishing for bream and hooked a tuna." He ambles over in Lana's wake, sitting down next to her. At the offer of tea, he nods with a smile. "You always know me, queen of my heart. I could use something to drink."

Once he's in place, and the tea is poured, he offers Fizzy a smile. "I once heard Alexandria has a million stories in it, so you're in a good place to find them. But I know what you mean. Still... let me recount what happened." Tel gathers his thoughts. "The Chalice is a gathering for those magicians who possess what I call 'the talent', which is to say, sorcery. Most of the time the members come from noble backgrounds, though members have been known to sponsor aspirants from the gentry. I've supported this, with the argument that it's foolish to pretend that power doesn't exist solely because the person doesn't have a noble title."

Cor'lana's a diligent lady. Telamon's teacup is poured and in his hands in very little time at all. "Of course we'd love for Xote to hear the stories," she says with a wide grin. "And yes, I've told Fizzy a ''little'' about the Shining Chalice, but not quite so much about their inner workings. We were talking about possible options for her learning magic and I discussed how some sorcerers organized a 'club', of sorts, for sorcerers that is distinct from the Society."

She pulls down one of a few lovingly woven blankets from the head of the couch, putting it in her lap. "What happened today that was different, however?" she asks. "Xote's going to be on the edge of his seat." A tiny jest.

Fizzy laughs at Lana's tease and shakes her head. "Well, he would! Even though his ears are tiny. And he doesn't speak human. Okay, I think he does like the sound of human voices, anyway." She sips some of that tea. "But yes, please tell me more about the Shining Chalice? How it works, how the snooty people accept others or not? And this new pin?"

She's definitely more interested than Xote, who has settled into resting at her feet. If the occasional tiny twitch is any indication, he's out cold.

Telamon laughs softly. "Yes, it was different. There was... discussion. It wasn't an argument -- nothing like that little to-do with Kelev. But I think Master Stiger is going to push hard for opening the Chalice up for aspirants, regardless of birth, to anyone with 'talent'." He smiles. "In recognition of my part in this, he raised me to the rank of mentor -- I'll have the right to help induct new members, if they wish. I can also use the facilities full time to help train novice sorcerers."

His lips curl up faintly. "Which is good, as I've agreed to work with Auranar on teaching her some new ideas and techniques. She's... been wanting to try and develop her own abilities."

"Auranar's one of our friends," Cor'lana explains for Fizzy's sake. "A dear friend, in fact. She was one of my bridesmaids for the wedding. We'll have to introduce you to her sometime soon--she's a really, ''really'' nice girl. I'm glad you've agreed to take her under your wing, Tel, but I'm always happy to help, too." The sorceress smiles.

She reaches over and takes Telamon's hand--the one that isn't occupied with tea, that is, which happens to be his hand with the ring and wedding curuchuil--and squeezes it. "I'm really proud of you, darling," she tells him. "I think you'll make a fine mentor--both for Auranar and for the Chalice. They need more people like you, and less like that walking ass of a man, Kelev." The curse leaves her mouth like a finely guided dagger to the gut.

Fizzy's smile is a little wistful, but Xote wakes up just then for unknown reasons. The large albino rodent perks up, looking toward the door, the window by the door, or maybe both. His aforementioned tiny ears seem to have caught something, as that twitchy little nose, and shining eyes.

Fizzy looks down at the sudden movement and follows the source of Xote's interest, the door or something outside. It's then she notices the snow and wind have picked up. A frown crosses her face. "Oh... The weather seems to have taken a turn for the worse. I think Xote thinks we should go back to the Fernwood before we can't. I apologize, sincerely. Maybe we can meet again, here, at the Fernwood, or some other place, for more stories?" Even her eyes are pleading for more connection.

And while her eyes plead, she's donning her heavy winter gear in layers, bundling Xote up under folds of the long coat and cloaks.

Telamon nods firmly. "You are always welcome here, Fizzy." He sets his cup down, and while holding Lana's hand, his other reaches out to take Fizzy's briefly. "Family is the best gift a person can have, and I'm glad to know you. Just take care out there on your way back, all right?"

His eyes sparkle gently, warm and kind. "And Xote, you take care of her too, understood?" He gives the capy a grin and a mock-stern look. "I'm depending on you."

"Luckily for you, Fizzy, I'm a follower of Vaire. Stories and poems are what give me life," Cor'lana says with a grin, a twinkle in her eyes again. "Be safe in the cold out there--both you and Xote. Pothy doesn't know many pale-colored animals to be friends with, after all."

She's content to let Telamon be the hand that reaches out. They are the cousins by blood, after all. "Come back when you can," she tells Fizzy. "And I'll have more capy-appropriate snacks for Xote the next time around."

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Ravenstongue: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"> ==Log Info== *Title: The Muse and the Follower *Emitter: Ravenstongue *Characters: Ravenstongue, Ygraine *Place: Theatre District *Summary: It's morning in the Theatre District when Ygraine and Ravenstongue meet for the first time. Pothy gets his morning snack as the two followers of Ceinara discuss their mutual faith, Ravenstongue's husband, and adventuring. Ravenstongue offers some advice about aiding p..."

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==Log Info==

*Title: The Muse and the Follower

*Emitter: Ravenstongue

*Characters: [[Ravenstongue]], [[Ygraine]]

*Place: Theatre District

*Summary: It's morning in the Theatre District when Ygraine and Ravenstongue meet for the first time. Pothy gets his morning snack as the two followers of Ceinara discuss their mutual faith, Ravenstongue's husband, and adventuring. Ravenstongue offers some advice about aiding people before she leaves to chase Pothy down.</div>

''Theatre District, morning.''

The morning hours of Daeus's light casts a warm glow on the snow that has fallen onto the Theatre District from the past weekend, and the artists and performers who call the District home have come out of hiding from inside buildings to resume everyday life once again. There's already at least one person singing somewhere, but then again, there's almost always at least one person singing somewhere here in Ceinara's hearth.

A particular dark-haired half-elf girl leaves a bakery named almost that, in fact--"The Hearth"--which doubles as a popular spot for poetry readings. It appears she was in for the food of the belly rather than the mind, however, as she's holding two rather large buns. She holds out one to the white raven on her shoulder. "Here you go, Pothy," she says cheerfully.

"Snacks!" cries the white raven, before he begins to tear into the bun. A very happy bird indeed.

That a Muse of Ceinara should be nearby at that moment is probably not a surprise - though in truth, this *particular* Muse actively tries not to spend all her time in Alexandria within this bastion of her divine patron's influence. Still, it does heart and soul (and stomach) good to visit from time to time... and thus Ygraine is in range to have her attention grabbed by that eager cry. A startled, happy laugh escapes her as she sees the white raven gleefully tearing into his treat - though the human swiftly follows it with a sheepish look and a wry grin.

"Sorry. It is just a pleasure to see such joy," she calls out.

The white raven looks up from his bun and notices Ygraine as she laughs. His blue eyes study her for a moment. And then... "Snacks?" he offers. That's a question this time.

The dark-haired girl snickers. "Pothy, you are so sweet," she tells him, before she looks at Ygraine and nods. "Good morning--I take it by the symbol on your cloak that you are a follower of the Lady of Inspiration, no? Vaire would want us to laugh and embrace joy, I think."

She curtsies a little. "I am called Cor'lana Lúpecyll-Atlon, and the sweet boy on my shoulder is Pothy. A beautiful morning to make new allies, if not friends, I think."

Moving closer, the Muse offers a flamboyantly cheerful bow - accompanied by the impish grin and elegant hand-flourish of a performer. "Ygraine fferch Gwydion of House Penlew, if I am being formal. Though 'Ygraine' is much simpler, and easier for most to cope with!" To the raven, she offers an apologetic look. "I am afraid that I am not carrying any snacks. Quite remiss of me, I fear, but I had not anticipated encountering such a handsome stranger today!"

Looking back to Pothy's mistress / companion / provider-of-snacks / noble steed, the human offers another smile. "But yes, I endeavour to serve the Lady of Inspiration. I cannot claim to be much of a Muse... but I do what I can, and she is kind enough to grant me a portion of her power to aid my efforts."

Cor'lana snickers a little, looking at Pothy with mischievous eyes. "It's true, he ''is'' handsome, although he's also an absolute brat when he wants to be."

Pothy's feathers all puff up, making the white raven look rather cross... or like a fluffy, angry chicken, which is a type of anger that no one can really take seriously. "I've been a good boy," he whines in the voice of a child trying to plead his case for a Yule gift--likely overheard recently.

That earns a little kiss on Pothy's fluffy head, and Cor'lana looks back at Ygraine with a wide smile. "I am only a recent follower of the Lady," she says. "I sort of... fell into it when I got into exchanging poems with my husband during our courtship, and I turned to Vaire when I realized that my prior dedication to Navos was..."

The poet struggles to find the words for a moment, which is a serious matter indeed. "It was a hard road to walk on, and I needed a presence in my life that was more compassionate. While I am not granted my own power by the Lady, I am still a follower nonetheless."

"Ahhh. The fruits of the Historian's labours can be truly fascinating, but I confess that I am not drawn to his service, myself," Ygraine says with a smile. "I find the nature of inspiration to be fascinating, and love to find it in the world. To see things being made and built, whether they're structures with physical form or a matter of ideas and feelings..." She shrugs broadly, her expression happy, before she cocks her head.

"Might your husband perhaps be known as Telamon? He mentioned that his recently-wed spouse was a Ceinaran, when we met a couple of days ago. Though I should stress that I do not seek to pretend that you are under any obligation to answer: I am still just a raven-admiring stranger, sadly lacking in requested snacks."

The mention of a certain husband makes Cor'lana's face bloom fully into a wide and warm smile, her violet eyes twinkling. "Yes, that is my husband," she says, and she lifts up her left hand to reveal that her mark on her left hand is the same as the one on Telamon's left hand: the wreath of feathers surrounding a starry sky. "We were married almost two months ago, so of course I like to brag. He is, after all, the most handsome and most wonderful person I've ever known."

Pothy makes whimpering noises, looking at Cor'lana with his big blue eyes. She rolls her eyes and kisses him again. "You are the most handsome ''bird'' I've ever known, Pothy. Important distinction," she says, before she looks at Ygraine again with a wide grin. "Tel's an appreciator of Vaire and what the Lady has done for my worldview, but not someone who would claim himself to be a devoted follower."

Cracking a grin, Ygraine inclines her head to Pothy, before nodding warmly to Cor'lana. "I cannot claim to know him at all well, but he has been kind and gracious both times that we met. I am truly glad that you are happy together. Though I can see that Pothy holds a very special place in your heart, all of his own. As well as his place on your shoulder. I suspect that both are wholly proof against any external challenge!"

A respectful nod for Pothy is followed by another grin for his bipedal friend. "Congratulations on your union. I can honestly say that when he brought up your admiration for my Lady, it was as a high commendation. Even among strangers, he is happy when he thinks and speaks of you. For whatever it might be worth, I find such bonds of the heart to be rather inspiring."

Cor'lana grins. "Yes," she replies, "Pothy and I have a special bond. He's my familiar, in fact--I inherited him from my mother when she passed, and I grew up with him practically as a sibling. I call him my little brother, even if he's technically much older than I am--because only a little brat could be ''so'' spoiled."

Pothy's finished off his bun by the time Cor'lana says this, and he looks up as though to say, "Who, me? Spoiled?" But... his tail feathers wag up and down, much like a happy dog tail.

"I've been told my husband and I are a rather inspiring couple," Cor'lana adds with a grin. "My adopted sister of sorts, a bard by the name of Patch, has said we're like a walking fairy tale before. If it weren't for the fact I'm living in it, I'm not sure I'd believe it, either--but I think Alexandria needs all the inspiration it can get these days."

Laughing, Ygraine cracks another grin. "I have been away for a couple of years, so I am afraid that I am wholly out of touch with virtually everything that has happened here. But I look forward to hearing inspirational tales, to be sure! And... an inherited familiar? I am not sure that I have encountered one before. Congratulations to both of you on making a success of it. You certainly seem happy together!"

Turning her gaze to the raven, she slightly cocks her head. "Would it be acceptable for me to stroke you?", she asks Pothy. "I do not want to presume too much."

Pothy's tail, which was already wagging happily, goes even faster as Ygraine asks her question. Cor'lana giggles. "Yes, he loves being pet," she says. "Go on, you big ham."

The white raven takes flight from Cor'lana's shoulder and lands gently on Ygraine's. One might expect his talons to be sharp, but while they're certainly talons--they're not strong enough to pierce human skin, let alone through layers of cloth. He presents his fuzzy little head and croaks gently, a happy noise that invites Ygraine's affection.

"We're an odd couple, Pothy and I--and in some ways, Telamon and I make for an odd couple, too," Cor'lana says with a grin. "But we make a happy, odd little family together."

Ygraine carefully tugs off one glove, before reaching up to start lightly stroking Pothy's head - allowing the raven to press in or pull away to give her guidance on how much pressure to apply, and where her fingers should focus their ministrations. "Mmmm. Thank you. I am honoured to be a temporary perch," she quietly informs the raven, before looking back to Cor'lana and flashing another grin.

"Are you adventurers, by any chance? I know that many with familiars are not inclined to set forth in search of unwise risks and dubious rewards, but in this of all cities... But forgive me, please. My curiosity is getting the better of me. I was wondering how you had met, and then wound up pursuing a line of idle speculation onto a somewhat different line of enquiry!"

Pothy is loving this. He continues to make soft, happy croaks as he leans into Ygraine's fingers and allows her to love on him. He is not only soft, but he's ''downy'' in a way that feels almost luxorious on the skin. Clearly, he's eating the right snacks... or he's just magical. Because he's a familiar.

"Both Telamon and I are sorcerers, and yes, we're both active members of the Explorers' Guild," Cor'lana says with a smile. "I arrived here in Alexandria almost two years ago, although I imagine it was after you left. Telamon arrived here a little over a year ago. We met at the Society for Progressive Arcanists in the courtyard."

She looks at Pothy with a wide grin. "Pothy flew off my shoulder and accosted Telamon for snacks. I ran after him and that's how we began talking. So... I really owe my marriage to Pothy."

Giggling, Ygraine happily makes a fuss of the vain raven, though she makes sure to keep a large portion of her attention for Cor'lana. "Mmmm. I was gone for almost exactly two years. I am still adjusting to what has changed, and what is the same. For my own part, I have dabbled a little in trying to provide assistance in perilous circumstances, but compared to most of the heroes and heroines of Alexandria I am still a *very* minor 'power' in the field! But I am truly glad that Pothy had such a role to play." Smiling at the raven, she offers him a wink. "Well done, you."

If Pothy could beam brightly, he would. He conveys this instead through more happy croaks and by nuzzling into Ygraine's hand even more aggressively than before.

Cor'lana smiles brightly. "Well," she says, "I used to feel I was quite minor myself. In fact, when I met Telamon, I hadn't progressed very far in my own understanding of my magic. But... Being with him spurred me to try harder. We often adventure together, and I think working together so often deepened our understanding of our magic and each other in the process. Which is to say that it will come with time and with experience."

Chuckling, Ygraine inclines her head - though she takes care to continue her delicate efforts on behalf of Pothy. "I... I hope so. That might be a bad thing to say, given that it entails wishing for further situations *requiring* adventurous types! But I would very much like to learn how to do *more*. I am mildly at odds with my Lady in that I value some forms of inspiration and creation more than others: I like to see things built for the *better*, and people inspired to strive on behalf of others as well as themselves. But, fortunately, she does not require her mortal servants to strive to wholly emulate her entire field of divine endeavour, and it seems that I am deemed useful in spite of my narrower focus. But, ahhh, I would very much like to think that I might be able to help - and to protect - others in need, through my own efforts and with my Lady's aid."

Cor'lana grins. "Well, it's true that adventurers do work that are often caused by bad situations," she says, "but the work is invaluable and life-saving. The other day, I helped rescue a little boy who'd slipped out from an orphanage and got caught in the blizzard. The poor little one was so sweet, but we got him back home where he needed to be."

She looks briefly at Pothy, her expression more contemplative as she listens to Ygraine's words. "I don't think it's wrong to specialize in one type of inspiration over another," she says. "You like practicality in addition to art, and I think that's an art all of its own to manage and balance the two. I am given to poetry, but I certainly prefer some types of poems to others."

Pothy looks back at Cor'lana. He gives her a series of whistles, and Cor'lana sighs. "Pothy, I am ''not'' jealous of limerick writers just because they get the best reactions at poetry readings," she responds. "I just don't like many of them unless they're particularly clever. That's all."

Giggling again, Ygraine shoots Pothy an amused look, before nodding gratefully to Cor'lana. "Thank you. I... I certainly hope that what you say is true, and that I am not disappointing my Lady - nor anyone else - by taking a more limited approach. Though I do like to think that I help, I fear that most of what I do is a matter of providing minor assistance to *others* who make a difference, rather than anything for which I could personally claim much credit. But as you say, even something 'small', like helping a lost child, can be a matter of real importance. Lays - or even limericks - are rarely written about simple things, even when they are thoroughly worthwhile."

"Even the smallest of actions to help are helpful, Ygraine," Cor'lana replies gently. "Telamon and I went from handling books gone wild from a magic spell at the library to parleying with fey monarchs, but we didn't do that overnight. Everyone can contribute, and it is often the people who do the small things that help the 'bigger name' adventurers find and identify threats."

She clicks her tongue, and Pothy returns to Cor'lana's shoulder. The sorceress smiles at the Muse. "I went on an expedition to discover more information about the wights that were terrorizing the countryside some months ago," she says. "We discovered that these terrifying giant worms were burrowing their way underground to Alexandria. When we returned, we informed the more powerful adventurers and they got to work--saving Alexandria and thwarting the threat to the countryside. Do you see what I mean?"

"Books gone wild?" Perhaps not the most obvious thing to latch onto from Cor'lana's mentioned heroics, but it certainly seems to have caught the Muse's attention. "That sounds as if it could have been simultaneously delightful and terrifying! Which I suppose was almost certainly the case for the fey monarchs, come to think of it...."

Pothy receives a little finger-wave, before Ygraine tugs her glove back on. "I do. And I *hope* that I have managed to nudge a few things - and a few people - in the right direction. Perhaps my most lasting contribution thus far has, however, been advice on decor, I think. Not exactly a tale fit for legend, but at least it seems to have been helpful!"

Cor'lana nods emphatically. "Both the monarchs and the books were terrifying in their own unique ways," she says. "Pothy was briefly turned into a book, for one. I nearly cried my eyes out until I got him back."

Pothy nuzzles into Cor'lana's hair, and it's evident why the sorceress likes him so much--it's like he's trying to reassure her that he's never going to get turned into a book again if he can help it. Cor'lana smiles and kisses him on the head again before she turns back to Ygraine. "Decor advice is welcome advice," she says. "I have almost no taste for it whatsoever--which is why I let my garden pixies handle it."

She seems to realize something as she says that, her eyes widening a little. "Speaking of which, I should make sure that they aren't harassing poor Telamon at home. I came by to register for a poetry reading and to pick up breakfast for Pothy--I shouldn't take up more of your time."

Ygraine watches Pothy with alertly curious interest... and an expression suggesting that she finds his empathic behaviour to be very cute indeed. But she manages to return her gaze to Cor'lana, offering her a look mingling sympathy and surprise upon hearing of the raven's interlude as a tome - only to wind up letting out a startled laugh a few moments later.

"Garden pixies? And no, no. Please. I was the one who approached *you*. And you - both of you - have been kind enough to indulge my curiosity and allow me to delay you. If anything, I am in your debt for your kindness. I hope that whenever next you might see me, you are not inclined to choose a different route! I would love to have the chance to talk with you both in future."

There's a grin that spreads on Cor'lana's face. "Yes, garden pixies," she replies. "It's a long story, but a pair of garden pixie ladies have inhabited my yard for quite a while. They prove to be minor menaces at worst and dedicated friends and servants at best--just like anyone else, really--but I do care for them deeply. Even if one of them likes to leer at every handsome man that passes by the house and yell flirtatious comments."

Pothy just sighs. Apparently the raven is not a fan of the pixies, or at least the boy-crazy one. Cor'lana pats Pothy's feathers. "I know, we'll get home soon," she says, before she looks to Ygraine. "No, I think if and when you cross my path again, I will certainly stop to have a chat again. We are, after all, followers of the same goddess."

"Snacks!" Pothy cries, and he takes flight from Cor'lana's shoulder into the air.

"Oh, dear, there he goes," Cor'lana murmurs. "Vaire's verse in your heart, Ygraine!" Then off she goes in a hurried step after her impatient familiar.

"I look forward to it!", Ygraine calls after Cor'lana - grinning broadly as she gently shakes her head, watching the hungry raven and his companion until they vanish into the city. Then, a smile still lifting the corners of her mouth, she tries to turn her thoughts away from soft-feathered snuggles and garden pixies onto at least marginally more productive matters...

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