Christ Centered Gamer

((I want my plant to be an orchid plant and I want the flowers to look like this: Flower
Need anything else?))

Before I sit down, I remove my bow, boots and cloak. I glide my fingertips over the tips of the grass with my eyes closed, when I hear the footsteps of the High Priestess. I walk to her, concern on my face as she looks more preoccupied than usual.

High Priestess, has something changed?

At first the high priestess didn't respond her blank stare indicating she is lost in deep thought. You repeat yourself and take a step forward. Startled, the high priestess jumps back a half step and looks you in the eye.

"Livia, I'm so sorry I was deep in thought." A quick smile flashes across her face but her expression quickly returns to one of concern.

"It's...just that my communion is....fading." He gaze meets yours and you can see a heavy weight behind her light green eyes.

What do you mean your communion is fading? Is Ehlonna not speaking to you? Or has something happened to her.... My voice trailing off realizing that I have been praying daily as normal but had no reason to use my powers in the last few days.

I haven't used Ehlonna's magic in the last few days..... Are your powers.....fading?

The high priestess looks away and begins to walk in the opposite direction at a slower pace. She approaches a tree and leans against it. She turns her head looking in your direction again.

"You've felt it haven't you? The grip that death has on this world? Life refuses to abound. From what I have gathered from my studies, prayer, and meditation this world is fading from what it once was, to something....dark."

She releases her grip on the tree, her arms at her side. Her face takes on a heavy, serious note, "Have you heard of the dark god Mellifleur?"

Kratimos turns toward the upward stairs, but curiosity got the better of him. He crawls to the door of the cell on the left and slowly peaks in the viewing hole.

You open the viewing hole and you notice something right away. Upon touching the door itself a brightly colored collection of runes appears along with many arcane symbols. The viewing hole opens and nothing appears to trigger on the door itself. You peer through to see a very broad set dwarf with his back to you sitting on a stool. His hair is grey with a slight bald spot on top. His clothes are ragged and his tunic appears to have the sleeves torn off.

No, Priestess. I haven't. I have felt the darkness.... I mostly thought it was the place I was staying getting to me... Priestess.. What can I do? What can anyone do?

Livia walks up next to the Priestess, now very concerned, unsure of whether she wants her questions answered.

This dwarf seems important, if not powerful.Kratimos thought to himself, And if he hates his captors half as much as I do, we might be able to find a mutually beneficial arrangement.

"Dwarf," Kratimos called for his attention. "I want to make you a deal. I will offer you your freedom if you assist me in killing those who imprisoned us."

Crimson thinks to herself this definitely does not smell like a welcoming house, no fresh baked pies being cooked here! Crimson cautiously searches the floors and walls for traps, possible loot and an exit to get her bounty and coin back!

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Winthrop regards the stranger, and a smile spreads across his face. "I appreciate the offer, my friend, but you can keep your coin. Anything I can do to bring joy back to the world and a smile to the face is payment enough for me and Olidammara."

He stands to his feet and, with a theatrical flourish, begins to play a lively jig.



Winthrop focuses on the cheery tune, remembering the fun he had when he was younger and the sheer joy he experienced watching his adopted father play the violin. He smiles despite himself when he recalls the joy his mentor had shown the first time he played this song without any errors. Once the merry tune is finished, Winthrop lowers the bow and smiles to the stranger. He doesn't know where the man came from, or how he entered the room without him noticing, but Winthrop is content to have an audience, despite the mystery.

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From your current position, you can not see or hear anything out of the ordinary. From what you find from your search (scanning the room visually) you see barrels covered in dust. Cobwebs cling to most surfaces. Aside from your footprints, the floor seems undisturbed for a while save the small prints of what must me rodents.

((I can't move your character unless you indicate you are moving. If you do move, please be clear as to where you will be moving so I will adjust your token and your visibility. When walking in a dark place, I have to clearly understand from your perspective what it is you want to do because that will depend on what is revealed to you as you walk around. Would you mind putting a link to your character sheet in your signature?))

The stranger claps his hand in time with your song. When the melody comes to an end he gives you a hearty applause.

"Barkeep, your best ale for my friend here and something delicious from your kitchen."

The inn keeper replies with a vague salute and disappears into the kitchen.

"Bravo good sir, I admire such talent." He stands to his feet and makes his way to the table. He sits at the stool opposite of your feet.

"You see my lad, things haven't been as..." his expression takes on a more serious tone and for a moment he appears lost in thought, He looks away form you and replies "They haven't been as cheerful as of late."

His eyes refocus on yours and his cheery disposition returns, "Can I tell you a story?"

You see the shoulders of the dwarf bobbing. You then realize his shoulders are bobbing because the man is laughing...or sobbing. Either or he seems to be doing it with little to no noise.

In a powerful and controlled tone, a voice rough with the passage of time and weighted by experience, the sturdy dwarf replies.

"It's good to know you found your freedom beast. It made me ill to think you the victim of that mad wizard's depraved mind."

Kratimos spread out a toothy grin.
"You're telling me" Kratimos laughed gutturally, "So, who are you and what do they have you locked up so specially for?"