Nawain/Logs/20260422
A sharp knocking sound emanates from a door.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh!
You hear a bump from a door.
You stand back up.
You open a door.
Cambin exclaims, Ah, there you are!
(Nawain sways against the doorjam. She blinks at you owlishly, then smiles.)
Cambin asks, Tsk, tsk. Drinking alone?
You say in a Rakash accent, H'lo, vrali.
You grin.
You offer your applewood keg to Cambin, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Cambin has accepted your offer and is now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Grinning, Cambin pulls a swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Cambin asks, Not anymore, right?
Cambin laughs!
You say in a Rakash accent, Mm. Not anymore.
You nod.
Grinning, Cambin pulls a swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Cambin moves an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps to his right hand.
Cambin offers you an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You say in a Rakash accent, Tek doesn drink mush.
You accept Cambin's offer and are now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
Roundtime: 5 seconds
Cambin says, You more than make up for it.
Cambin grins.
You blush furiously!
You ask in a Rakash accent, You think?
(Nawain wrinkles her nose.)
You duck your head.
You gaze at your keg.
Cambin says, I tease. You're under a lot of stress at the moment.
You softly say in a Rakash accent, It makes it easier.
You nod to Cambin.
Cambin nods.
Cambin asks, And, really, what else are you going to do?
You chuckle.
Cambin asks, How was your trip to Aesry?
You frown.
You say in a Rakash accent, I f-felt... 'sposed.
Steeling yourself, you tilt an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps back and down the entire thing! Spluttering, the taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth as some of the keg spills out of your mouth.
Roundtime: 8 seconds
Cambin nods.
You longingly say in a Rakash accent, But I also thought.. I felt like maybe, if we took long enough, Tek would come...
Cambin says, Understandable. But I haven't heard anything about anyone seeing you. Definitely not the Baron's people.
Cambin nods.
Cambin says, He's looking for you quite frantically.
You ask in a Rakash accent, The Baron?
(Nawain looks alarmed.)
Cambin says, Tek.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh!
You nod.
You say in a Rakash accent, I bet.
Cambin nods.
You hopefully ask in a Rakash accent, Soon?
You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.
Cambin says, Soon.
Cambin asks, Do the others know you have a gweth hidden?
You shake your head.
You duck your head.
You fidget nervously.
Cambin asks, Who did you contact?
You nervously exclaim in a Rakash accent, Just you!
(Nawain gazes at you, eyes full of earnesty with a healthy dose of fear.)
Cambin says, That's good. It would be dangerous for you to contact anyone.
You nod in agreement.
You nod in agreement.
Cambin says, Very dangerous.
You say in a Rakash accent, I know.
You say in a Rakash accent, I didn't. Not even Tek.
Cambin nods.
You say in a Rakash accent, I...
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Cambin says, I believe you. If I didn't...
You stand near Cambin.
Cambin nods.
(Nawain looks torn about saying something more.)
You rub your head.
Cambin asks, What is it?
You nibble on your lip.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
(Nawain grits her teeth. But he said not to tell.)
Cambin says, Come, you know oyu can tell me.
You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.
Cambin draws forth a grusana kaft formed from a solid piece of blackened steel.
Cambin taps a grusana kaft formed from a solid piece of blackened steel that he is holding.
Cambin ponders.
(Nawain's eyes fix on the flashing blade, the tapping drawing her focus like a mosquito to a heartbeat.)
You nibble on your lip.
You say in a Rakash accent, Sir Davrion.
Cambin hums to himself.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Cambin nods.
You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
Cambin asks, He told you something?
You give a slight nod.
Cambin taps a grusana kaft formed from a solid piece of blackened steel that he is holding.
You gaze at Cambin.
You nibble on your lip.
You shake your head, trying to clear it. Oddly enough, you don't feel quite so drunk any more.
You say in a Rakash accent, Told me to.. to arrange a meeting.
You say in a Rakash accent, With Tekhelet. Maybe Siendra.
You cringe.
You say in a Rakash accent, Told me not to tell. He was looking in to something.
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, I.. I haven't, yet.
Cambin asks, And how are you to do this? Through him?
You say in a Rakash accent, Writing slate.
You nod.
Cambin nods.
Cambin asks, And what's this meeting about?
You say in a Rakash accent, If Tekhelet comes here, he won't leave without me. I think Davrion was suggesting a quick meeting, to explain to them what's happening. So we all stop worrying so much.
You say in a Rakash accent, But... But that's not how it would go.
You rub your head.
Cambin nods.
Cambin ponders.
You quietly say to Cambin in a Rakash accent, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the emergency gweth. It's something Tekhelet gave me years ago, when Khoz.. when someone was being nasty.
(Nawain removes her gatekeeper butterflies, turning them over to show you the cavities hidden inside where a pair of kyanite stones and a fine silver chain fit neatly.)
Cambin nods to you.
Cambin says, And yet you didn't use your gweth to contact anyone. Curious. But of course, you wouldn't want to put them in danger.
You nibble on your lip.
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, And, if I leave too early... You'd find me, I think.
Steeling yourself, you tilt an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps back and down the entire thing! Spluttering, the taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth as some of the keg spills out of your mouth.
[WARNING: Drinking large quantities of this could make you unconscious!]
Roundtime: 8 seconds
You gaze at Cambin.
You say in a Rakash accent, Or you'd find Tek.
Cambin nods.
Cambin says, Most likely.
You shudder.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
Roundtime: 5 seconds
You glance at Cambin, a male Elf.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
Roundtime: 5 seconds
Cambin asks, I think you were interrupted in your storytelling yesterday. You made it to Siksraja. Your...friend? The neighbor's son, was it? He was...something. He became a paladin?
You say in a Rakash accent, My brother. Rutraka.
Cambin sheathes his grusana kaft.
You nod.
You say in a Rakash accent, He became a paladin.
Cambin asks, Brother. So your brother survived the attack somehow. Do you know how?
You say in a Rakash accent, Like his father.
You say in a Rakash accent, He, his father, and his mother defended their home. Few of the undead went to that side of the meadow, most were focused on our side, nearest the pass.
(Nawain's voice grows quieter as she talks about it.)
You say in a Rakash accent, Once they knew there was danger, they came, they fought, they tried. I know they did, even though I didn't see it.
Cambin nods.
Steeling yourself, you tilt an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps back and down the entire thing! Spluttering, the taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth as some of the keg spills out of your mouth.
Roundtime: 8 seconds
Cambin says, <redacted Word1>.
You kneel down upon the ground.
You put your keg in your slender rugursora.
You put your doll in your slender rugursora.
You listen intently to the sounds around you.
Cambin says, I have a new lesson for you. <redacted Word2>. When you hear the word you will be back then and there, in your home, with the undead surrounding you.
A shiver runs up your spine.
You say in a Rakash accent, <redacted Word2>. Yes, vrali.
Cambin says, You'll fight for your survival. And because you hate them for what they did to your family.
You nod in agreement.
Cambin says, You'll see them. Smell them. Hear them.
You shudder.
Cambin says, It will be real to you.
Cambin says, And you'll do what must be done.
Cambin nods.
(Nawain starts to shake, breath catching in her throat, obviously seeing what you are describing in her mind's eye.)
Cambin says, That is all. You'll wake up in a moment and not remember any of this.
You say in a Rakash accent, It.. will be real. <redacted Word2>. I will f-fight. Yes, vrali.
(Nawain nods, the movement leading to a general sagging of her shoulders.)
Cambin exclaims, Come, rasa! You have had much to drink! Let us have some more!
You blink.
You blink.
You laugh!
You nod.
You ask in a Rakash accent, The answer to too much drink is more drink?
You giggle at Cambin.
Cambin grins.
You get an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps from inside your slender rugursora.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
Roundtime: 5 seconds
You offer your applewood keg to Cambin, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Cambin has accepted your offer and is now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Cambin says, It's a good kind of logic.
Grinning, Cambin pulls a swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
You ask in a Rakash accent, Oof. Did I fall?
(Nawain pushes herself up off the deck.)
You stand back up.
Cambin asks, You did. Did you hurt yourself?
You shake your head at Cambin.
You accept Cambin's offer and are now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
You smile at Cambin.
You say to Cambin in a Rakash accent, You're very thoughtful.
You pat Cambin on the back.
Cambin bows.
Cambin says, I do what I can.
Cambin says, <redacted Word2>.
You flinch.
You take in a great breath of air.
(Nawain stares at you in horror.)
Cambin begins to advance on you!
Cambin is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.
You gasp!
You are already as far away as you can get!
Cambin closes to pole weapon range on you!
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, N... no!
Cambin closes to melee range on you!
You retreat back to pole range.
You moan.
You growl ferociously!
You put your keg in your slender rugursora.
Cambin groans.
You say in a Rakash accent, Oh, gods, not you...
You retreat from combat.
You cringe.
(Nawain swallows a sob and resolutely gropes for a weapon.)
Cambin growls ferociously!
You get a viridian whip enveloped by razor-winged goldenglow glaes butterflies from inside your hip sack.
Cambin loosens the straps securing his tower shield and removes it.
Cambin angles his tower shield at you and charges forwards!
Cambin's tower shield lands a good strike (3/23) to your chest!
Cambin slides his left arm through the straps on his tower shield and flexes.
Cambin draws forth an immense guardless flamberge featuring a serrated fire-orange blade.
Cambin sidesteps and adjusts his footing.
Cambin makes an agile leap towards Nawain, attacking her with a mighty cleave!
Your well placed viridian whip results in nothing more than a soft thud against Cambin's flamberge.
You flinch.
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good strike (3/23) to Cambin's right arm.
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good hit (2/23) to Cambin's chest.
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good strike (3/23) to Cambin's right leg.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I am sorry, vrali!
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good strike (3/23) to Cambin's right arm.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Sorry I didn't protect you better!
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good strike (3/23) to Cambin's left hand.
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a light hit (1/23) to Cambin's abdomen.
You whip your viridian whip at Cambin. The viridian whip lands a good strike (3/23) to Cambin's right arm.
You say in a Rakash accent, I'll part the waters for you.
Cambin exclaims, <redacted Word1>
You kneel down upon the ground.
You put your whip in your slender rugursora.
You listen intently to the sounds around you.
Cambin says, Very good, rasa. Very good. You've killed them. When you come to, you'll remember none of this.
You blink.
You yawn.
You ask in a Rakash accent, Oh! Oh, bother, did I.. Again?
You blush furiously!
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I just can't hold my alcohol tonight!
Cambin says, Just a little. That is very good frat.
Cambin grins.
You nod at Cambin, in complete agreement with his views.
You stand back up.
You lean against the fore mast.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Whoops!
You giggle.
Cambin grins.
Cambin says, No worries. I fell down myself.
Cambin giggles.
(Nawain digs her fingers into her tangled hair with a rueful expression.)
You grin at Cambin.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh!
You gasp!
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I didn't see, here!
Cambin says, Tis nothing.
You rub some of the nilos unguent on Cambin.
You rub some of the jadice unguent on Cambin.
You rub some of the genich poultices on Cambin.
You scoff at Cambin.
You say in a Rakash accent, It's obviously something. And something becomes worse.