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“Take this Invisibility potion, then the rain won’t see you.”
-Our Warforged Ranger’s *brilliant* idea to help the Bard, who didn’t wanna get wet in the approaching storm.
head empty just bees buzzing
call that a hive mind
how dare u be funnier than me
people demon says too young to drink
Restless || Thorn/Laena
jen-dnd-rps:
The large cat on the other side of the door seemed as restless as Laena herself felt. She knew her mere presence contributed to that, just as she was always acutely aware of the cat as they moved through the halls and tunnels. She didn’t know Thorn’s history, or that of his feline companion, and could only hope that tonight wouldn’t make anything worse.
She’d noticed he defined everyone (so far, at least) as some kind of people, and the distinction he made for werewolves was quite astute. She realized he wasn’t quite as simple as he might seem at first glance, only expressed it in his own terms.
“Yes,” she answered with a nod and a smile as she looked at the drawing. It was crude but quite obvious what it was all the same. “That’s exactly what it is. we - they - are both people and wolf. Werewolves are mad, dangerous creatures, aberrations from their true, benign forms.” She noted the tension and set a hand lightly on his blade arm after taking a quick sniff of the air. “It’s okay, we’re alone, nothing nearby,” she assured. When he lowered the weapon and she had his attention again, she continued.
“Werewolves descended from the Lythari. But with them something went wrong. They were banished from the packs, and their numbers continued to increase, until they became something vile, something evil, unto themselves. The Lythari still exist in small packs, out in the wilds. Thorn,” she said, meeting his gaze directly, “I am Lythari. A full moon will rise tonight, soon, and I will…change. I will become a wolf, but not like the werewolves. I will still be me, inside,” she said, tapping her temple, then her chest. “I am not a danger to you or the others. I can still fight by your side, but my monk training cannot help me in that. I will have to rely on teeth and claws. But I need you to know, to tell the others, that I am not a threat, no matter what I look like. Can you do that? Can you tell them that?”
Pointy People has a lot of information. She sounds like the books he tries to read sometimes. “Lythari,” she says. She would be a “wolf” but still...her inside?
“That means you are a People Puppy,” Thorn concludes after a moment of consideration. “But not a Puppy People.” He holds up his old drawing again and points. “Is this why you are shaky? You do not have to be shaky because of the moon and nature.” Nature, he had learned, would do what it wanted. He had learned to listen to nature and what it had to say instead of trying to resist it.
Unless nature makes her become a Puppy People instead and those could be dangerous. Maybe that is why she is shaky. Thorn has not seen what she becomes so he will have to wait and see.
He lowers his journal again and the place where he speaks from downturns. He does not feel like a frown but just very watchful. “I will tell People Orc and People Demon. But if you become a Puppy People and try to hurt them or Kitty, I will have to protect them. That is my duty.” It is, as he has heard People Orc say, “nothing personal.”
“But if you are just a People Puppy,” he says after a moment, “we can find you some bones. We saw a lot of them earlier. It will be okay.”
Restless || Thorn/Laena
jen-dnd-rps:
Laena wasn’t sure if Thorn would take her up on her offer to leave the room. He was fiercely protective of the other two - a position Laena hadn’t yet earned, she surmised, not to their level in any case - and this was an unusual request given they’d only just found what seemed to be a decent place to rest. She gave a faint smile at his initial protest. “I don’t need sleep, not the way they do. It’s a…pointy people thing,” she explained.
He seemed to consider a long time, the figurative (and literal?) gears turning options over in his head until he finally relented and nodded. The way he shushed her was endearing more than threatening, despite his size. She nodded and mimicked the finger to her lips and slipped out behind him. Her senses were on high alert, searching the passageways around them, listening intently for sounds of anyone or anything other than them in the area. A quick sniff of the air found nothing unusual nearby, as far as she could tell.
Still, she kept her voice low when she spoke. “Thorn, something is going to happen tonight, something you need to know about,” she started. She tried standing still but kept shifting her weight on the balls of her feet until finally she had to take a few steps. She paced the width of the passageway. “I’m…more than just an elf, a pointy person. My kind, we’re…rare. We usually stay secluded out in the wild, keep to ourselves mostly. Sometimes someone of my kind, they’ll get…they leave.”
Gods was this even making sense? She had no idea how much experience Thorn had in the world, what he’d seen, what he’d been taught, what he knew. She had no idea how much she would have to explain, so she decided to be more direct, let his questions come as they will. “Thorn, do you know about werewolves?” she asked. Those genetic aberrations had flourished outside of the Lythari culture, to the point that more people knew of them than her own kind, it seemed.
As Pointy People speaks (and paces), Thorn can hear Kitty scratching at the closed door from the inside.
“It is sleep time, Kitty,” Thorn says gently through the door. His voice is more a low rumble than the coo he intended.
Pointy People was acting very strange. What is going to happen tonight? Did she lead them into a trap? He steadied his Warhammer Armblade just in case. Then she talked about being more than a Pointy Person and trying to keep to herself. He knew what it was like to keep to yourself. Sometimes that was better than being misunderstood, unless you were around somebody who was nice and tried to explain and understand. Like People Kitty.
But then she said something about werewolves. He stared at her hard as she said the words. He was trying to remember something, back from when he was a soldier. She stared back. Foolish because she could not win what People Kitty called a staring contest - Thorn’s eyes could stay open as long as he wanted because they were not the eyeballs that living things had. People Kitty said the eyes had to close sometimes to water them.
“Ah yes, Puppy People,” Thorn says sagely, finally remembering. He flips to the earliest entries of his journal, which he carried outside with them. “They try to be People Puppy but a lot of times it is hard and they are just Puppy People.”
He finds the page he was looking for and holds it out to Pointy People. It was back from when he was in the army. If his drawings now showed a simplistic rudimentary art style, his oldest drawings were largely child-like. This one was the head of a dog with floppy ears on a humanoid stick-figure body. The dog head’s eyebrows were angled downward at the middle to display anger. Next to that was Thorn’s drawing of himself, his own head strangely square, holding out a bone.
“I know about Puppy People yes,” Thorn says with a close of his journal. He stares at Pointy People again. Were the Puppy People coming tonight? Again, was this a trap? This would be the perfect opportunity. Thorn looked down the halls eagerly, his Warhammer Armblade at the ready.
Restless || Thorn/Laena
For most people, being underground meant losing track of where the sun was, whether it was day or night. For Laena, the moon held an acute pull in her veins and she always knew, even after days below the surface. She could feel it now, fat and heavy and full, creeping toward the horizon. If they were above ground, the sun would still be sinking, the last daylight painting the world in oranges and reds. She could close her eyes and see it, the sheen on the buildings, the faint hint of twilight bruising the sky to the east. She felt her pulse quicken and a quick shiver raced through her. Soon, it’s coming soon.
The room they’d settled in was large enough to accommodate them but to Laena it felt smaller and smaller as the minutes passed. Toni offered for her to share some space, and Laena sat with her for a few minutes with her back against the wall but couldn’t stay still for long. She had to tell them, had to explain what was about to happen - and when she opened her mouth to start she saw Toni was already fast asleep, joining Lux in slumber. Only Thorn remained awake, his steady metallic presence guarding the only door. His large cat companion - the one who never seemed to take her eyes off Laena - lay near his feet, deceptively languid in her posture, though Laena knew the moment she moved the cat would be following her every move. The cat knew, even if the others didn’t, just how different she was, and likely in what way.
She rose from the edge of Toni’s bedroll, careful not to disturb, and restlessly paced the small space of open floor. With the other two asleep, it seemed that Thorn was the one she would have to tell, would have to explain what was about to happen. She sent a brief prayer of hope and guidance into the still air and moved closer to the door. She kept her voice low, barely above a whisper, when she spoke, her own gaze darting to the large black cat now and then.
“Thorn, I need to go out,” she started, her weight shifting from foot to foot. She shook out her hands at her sides, fingers flexing unconsciously. “If you want to step out with me, there’s something I should tell you.” The monks she’d come here with had known, and right now she’d wished they could have made it further than they had together. This group she’d fallen in with was still new, but seemed to be strong and good. She only hoped they could understand her nature. She thought they would, and was kicking herself for not telling Lux and Toni before they sacked out. Another prayer went up that Thorn - the simple but sweet construct - could relay what she told him accurately.
Bedtime again. People Orc and People Demon hide in their bedrolls and close their eyes. Sometimes People Orc makes noises while sleeping. People Kitty called it "snoring."
Thorn knew his job. He was on watch so he sat at the entrance of the room as usual. Between his friends and anyone who might try to bother them.
"Living" creatures needed sleep. That's what he was told. Thorn felt like he was "living" but he didn't need this sleep thing. It was something more than closing your eyes. People Kitty said it was like getting hurt in battle and not seeing anything. But sometimes people who sleep see things...inside of their heads? How could they not see things and also see things? That didn't make sense. And could "living" things make their eyeballs go backwards to look inside of their heads?
He wished People Kitty was still here. People Orc and People Demon were nice but they were also busy with other things. Like arguing with each other. And eating. And stealing. And fighting. And sometimes sleeping loudly together in a room separate from everyone else. He had more to ask about being alive and People Kitty was always there to explain.
He laid out his bedroll for Kitty. She needed sleep too. But first she looked at Pointy People. Pointy People shared her space with People Demon but Pointy People stood up. Thorn was around living things long enough to know Pointy People was...he didn't know the word. It was how people looked when they were caught lying to his commanders. Sometimes they would shake and look around more than usual.
He didn't know if he liked Pointy People yet. He didn't know if he would listen to her the way he listened to People Orc and People Demon and People Kitty. But she fought with them and did not betray them. She was on their side. When he was a soldier, that was the important thing. Right?
But she was not People Kitty, and he missed People Kitty. But maybe Pointy People would answer his questions if he asked? People Orc and People Demon seemed to like her. It was in a way that they didn't like People Kitty. If People Kitty were here, he would ask her what it all meant.
"Thorn, I need to go out," Pointy People said to him. Kitty kept watching her as she approached and spoke. Kitty was always watching her and following her. She never acted like that with anyone else before. Not even People Kitty who Thorn thought was very similar.
"It could be dangerous out there and you need sleep," Thorn tried to protest. He did not want to be difficult but keeping watching while the living creatures slept were his usual orders.
But she insisted: “If you want to step out with me, there’s something I should tell you.”
He could technically step outside with Pointy People and stay by the outside of the door guarding People Orc and People Demon. Right? Besides, he liked being told things, especially when they were things aboutliving and not things like “Open the door.”
Okay that would be fine.
He nodded. While slowly opening the door, he pressed a hulking metallic finger to the part of his face he talked from and said "SHHH." It was the quiet signal.
i did not get to draw the disappearing spiders or the big furry thing. that makes me feel like a frown
but also am not a frown because we got rid of Rocks and i got to push a spider on fire
am i hot?
i saw a goblin and had to punch him
but i made a top out of spiderwebs and a wrap for my head
those made me feel like a smile
like this :)
i did not get to draw the disappearing spiders or the big furry thing. that makes me feel like a frown
but also am not a frown because we got rid of Rocks and i got to push a spider on fire
am i hot?
today i helped pointy people
whatever
i guess she is ok
big eye to see me better with
i do not know the new person
people orc and people demon stare at her a lot. so does kitty?
what do they see
is it because she is taller
i will call her pointy people. whatever
also today i was a cloud and very fast