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I AM: Idreese Gunnata (Rogue Trader: Voided Warranty) | Pirahna Follows-Rat (PF2e Tabletop) Last edited by Crocartes; Dec 14th, 2017 at 08:03 PM. Reason: Forgot to put a Number and Title |
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Jacob Astraga hung back as he watched the Cassimars sceptically. It seemed unlikely that all three ships had made it to shore largely intact, and honestly, unless the crew of the Dartmore had made far better progress than that of the Lisburne, it seemed even more unlikely that this reunion would offer anything more than company as they all starved to death. The half-elf’s wood craft was not comprehensive, but it was competent – and it seemed that every single potentially edible object in this barren wasteland was determined to be toxic, indigestible or otherwise inedible. Even Damien's knack - and irrepressible enthusiasm - for cooking had failed to make any headway against the relentless hostility of the environment. The paladin is at his side, even Damien's good cheer flagging in the face of such circumstances, although he had mustered a tired smile at the reunion of the Cassimar brothers. Jacob was trying very hard not to be angry at his friend - after all, Damien hadn't forced him to come, had even suggested he stay home. Arrayed behind the two was the contribution of House Chevelyan to the voyage - Lucy, Damien's sixteen year old niece, nominally his squire, despite her parent's objections; Walter, an aging tutor who had no business being on any frontier, much less this one, except for his abiding affection for his former student, and Charlie, who took care of Damien's horse - or at least had, until they'd slaughtered the poor creature, rather than let it consume their meagre supplies. Now all that was left of the animal - one which Damien had loved more than either of his elder brothers, and nearly as much as Jacob himself - was a few strips of jerky, and the horseshoe Damien had retrieved and tucked away in his pack. "Let's go meet our new allies." Jacob said quietly, nudging Damien. "After all, we're not dead yet, maybe they have ideas for how to stay that way." Although he tries, Jacob doesn't manage to inject much hope into the words. Last edited by Ratpigeon; Dec 10th, 2017 at 10:08 PM. |
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She gathered around with the co-mingled crews as the Cassimar siblings postured and discussed who really was in charge now that both were confirmed alive in the new world. As Darrien introduced some of his party, Lilain’s eyes darted to each person assessing how they were responding to this tense discussion. A lull in conversation allowed her to notice two of the Dartmoore crew assessing the makeshift grave yard. Having no information on how the crew of the Aspard ship died Lilain had advise Lord Seth and those of the Lisburne to avoid the area. They did not know if the same circumstances had taken the Aspard crew. She shook her head at the thought of being killed by a fungi, it would be slow, so she found the description Lord Seth had given her haunting and troubling. Again, Lilain was surprised when Lord Seth called for her to be present at a small council of the two Cassimar siblings. Her stomach tighten as the smaller group assembled. The sorceress tried to take comfort in the wellworn staff in her hand but its familiarity did not sooth her nerves like it usually did. She had been merely a passenger on the Lisburne, money was what had gotten her a place. Now it seemed she was more than just a devoutly, holy passenger…Lord Seth Cassimar certainly saw something in her. Maybe it was her honesty, maybe it was her naïve nature. She had no ties to the Cassimars unlike some of the others present.. Lady Vovia for one seemed very close. Lilain had no idea what ordeals the Dartmoore crew had been through thus far and no real idea of anyone’s allegiance or relation to one another. The politics of the Cassimars and the ranking knights was lost on the girl. She did not want to be dragged into this tangled web but had a feeling she would not have a choice. Lilain reckoned she had the strongest tie to Seth Cassimar, even though she had only met him on the voyage over, he had treated her fairly so far. She had just met Darrien so had little compare the siblings with, but felt compelled to keep to one side for the time being. “I will do as you ask of me,” she replied to Seth as he selected those he wanted to take inland to explore the trail. Lilain remained silent while those of the Dartmoore expressed their opinions and offered recommendations. Some she agreed with, some she had no stance on. She only added her own proposal, that had nothing to do with the current group’s discussion, ”Lord Seth, if I may suggested sending my companion back to the Dartmoore camp. He is advanced in age, but experienced and may be useful for the men there to tend to them medically. I would feel more comfortable going inland knowing he was being watched by others,” she motioned at the elderly male elf wandering the red beach aimlessly, occasionally poking his own staff in the sand at something unseen.
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