In-Character E-mail 11


Kristy

The Characters:
Ichtaca -Jared
Tobias -Adam
Vash – Mike
Lyda Jennish and Losoran Anelathem – Kristy

The Scene:

Ambassador Losoran Anelathem’s suite in the Red Palace of Forteth, Trentsmund.

The palace occupies its own, huge block of the city, a sweeping, beautiful structure with redstone facing, surrounded by ornamental orchards and gardens. Losoran’s suites are a series of room much like those he had in Athelshoth, well-appointed bedrooms, each with a balcony and a private bath, a sitting room, a dining room, and a servant’s quarters. The windows and balconies offer a a glorious view of the sun setting over the city. The sea is to the south. The rooms are open and airy, with spartan but princely furnishings.

Losoran has already eaten at the king’s table with the other ambassadors, but has had a meal brought up for the party. Despite the paucity of locally grown food in the city below, the king’s guests enjoy roast beef, boiled potatoes, hot scones, broiled fish and bread pudding. The food is somewhat bland by Chayrshellechan standards, but the wine is excellent, and a delicate custard is provided for dessert.

Losoran sits at the head of the table, telling the group of the opening discussions of the peace talks and listening with interest to their tale of the day’s adventures in town. He asks them to find out more information about the motives and operations of Duke-Regent Bergeth, who seems to have a hidden agenda. For now, he is letting King Halden Thandemar, his nephew and ward, take the lead in the peace talks. Although King Halden seems sincerely interested in the peace, and the talks are going well, Losoran is suspicious that the king’s knowledge of events comes straight from his uncles men, and that the uncle may not be telling the truth to the ambassadors. Losoran specifically invites them to accompany him to a masquerade ball the following evening, where more information may be flowing from drunken and uninhibited nobles confident in their anonymity. Losoran also invites them to join him at the consecration ceremony for the new Chorrom, to be held the day after that. He warns them to remain accessible, as the king may invite them to meet him privately.

After the meal, Losoran sits near the fire in the common room with several local newspapers, spreading them out on the coffee table and looking through them to get a grasp on the state of local affairs.

Lyda sinks into another chair, taking up a book.


Michael

Vash leaves the meal after only picking at his food, finding it hard to focus on what the Ambassador is saying. As he passes Tobias, he whispers. “I can’t believe I let some wisp of a girl pinch my purse—I’m losing my touch. Imagine if I had still held those cursed gems. I’ll be in my room.” Moping, he heads to his assigned room, and treats himself to a long, hot, bath, muttering to himself about thieving girls and stupid gemstones. He doesn’t bother to light any lamps, as he can see in the dark. When he’s clean and more relaxed, he towels off, pulls on loose pants, and wanders out onto the balcony to stare at the sea, toweling dry his long white hair and seemingly immune to the chilly autumn air. He’s still muttering to himself in Losandrae. “I’m an idiot, that’s what I am. Beautiful girl steals my purse, I drag her off into a basement, pretend to try to kill her, and I didn’t even find out where she’s staying or introduce myself properly. Mother would be ashamed.”


Kristy

An old, gnarled maple tree overhangs half of his room’s balcony, thick with brilliant red leaves. As he stands up straight in the moonlight, he hears a sudden, soft rustle in the branches above and to the right, sees the hint of movement out of the corner of his eye.


Michael

Vash tenses slightly at the noise, but remains still, as if he did not hear it and continues to look toward the sea. Out of the corner of his eye he begins to carefully scan the leafy branches.

(Perception check to find what’s in the tree, 17 + 7 for 24)


Kristy

He sees the shadowy outline of a woman crouched on the branch above and to the right of him, and catches a glint of moonlight off of red-gold hair. It’s Carmenith. She was apparently watching a little too intently, leaning over to see, then missed a handhold, and overbalanced herself. She rights herself quickly, going absolutely still, holding her breath. Now that he’s noticed her, he can hear her heart pounding, hear the pulse of the blood in her throat.


Michael

Vash looks over the palace garden and listens for a moment to the sound of her heart pumping mingling with that of the distant ocean, before addressing Carmenith’s shadowy figure, “I’m sure you still look as hungry as you did when I last saw you, so you might as well come down from there. I’ll fetch you some food if you promise me that you’ll make use of my bath—I can still smell the blood on you.”


Kristy

She drops gracefully out of the tree, landing on the other side of the balcony and giving him a defiant look, as if she meant to be discovered spying on him. “Its hardly gentlemanly to tell a lady she stinks, you know.” She pulls back the hood of her tattered black cloak, revealing a wealth of tangled hair and large, deep-violet eyes. Both she and her clothes are filthy, layers of grime and soot smeared on her face. “A hot bath? With real soap? And privacy? A locking door?” She looks up at him suspiciously, not coming any closer.


Michael

“I’m sorry, I only meant to imply that you must be uncomfortable. I’m glad to have the opportunity to speak with you again. Please help yourself to the washroom—it has a locking door. If you leave your clothes hung over the dressing partition, I will clean them when I return with your food.” Vash attempts to make his voice both calming and inviting, to put the jhareth woman at ease. He then turns and leaves the room to fetch a platter of food from the communal area of the suite. While making up the tray, he gives the excuse of the bath having revitalized his appetite. He then returns to his room with the large tray.
(Diplomacy check, to be calming and inviting: 16 + 9 for 25)


Kristy

When he returns, he finds her just inside the room now, her arms crossed, the balcony doors open behind her, and suspicion warring with interest on her face. She looks towards the bath, then back at him. “You’re going to wash my clothes?” She looks exhausted and hungry, and eyes the plate he’s holding with obvious interest.


Michael

He sets the tray down on the table near the balcony door. “I didn’t say I would wash your clothes. I said I would clean them.” He looks her over, and using his prestidigitation power, cleans her filthy boots, leaving them pristine. “Like that.”


Kristy

She jumps a bit, startled. “Magic?” A slow grin spreads across her weary face. Her Roccurish is heavily accented , but fluent, a musical, lilting cadence. “You are a puzzle, to be sure, in comparison with everyone else I’ve met in Vinramar so far. Well-spoken, kind, a foreigner, a warrior, an ally of underground Avan operatives, attaché to a diplomatic convoy, and now a practitioner of the forbidden arts? And all this in the unlikely person of a drow?” She comes forward to the tray, eating slowly, as if unable to handle much food despite a long hunger. “Add to this the virtue of quick eyes and quicker hands. I’m not one to be caught, normally. Although I may consider that virtue a fault, in a mark.”


Michael

“You didn’t mention handsome. I am excruciatingly handsome, after all.” He smiles roguishly, leaning against the washroom door-frame. “And still a mark? After all I’ve done? You wound me.”


Kristy

She blushes and averts her eyes from the half-naked man. She’s no longer eating, but wrapping bread and meat in napkins, stowing it away in a pouch. “All you’ve done? Let’s see. I may have picked your pocket, but you kidnapped me and dragged me off into the basement of a sleazy inn in the company of armed men. You didn’t turn me in, but you did tie me to a bloody table and spatter gore on my hair. I can easily forgive all of that in exchange for the lives saved, however. My people’s lives.” She hesitantly returns his smile. “But what that soulless innkeeper thinks of my virtue I shudder to contemplate.”


Michael

Vash stands and walks over to the dresser, taking out a loose linen shirt and pulling it on. “I always make it a point to not be bothered overmuch with the opinions of men like that innkeeper.” He bows slightly, a courtly gesture. “And for the rest, my apologies on all charges, lady. Will you needing extra soap?”


Kristy

Carmenith sheds her cloak onto the floor, then disappears into the washroom. “No, this is fine.” A moment later, a pile of filthy clothes little better than rags lands in a pile near her cloak, and the door shuts. Vash hears the sound of the latch clicking shut, and then running water. After a few minutes, the water stops running and he can hear soft singing in a language he doesn’t recognize.


Michael

Finding the cloak to be in acceptable condition, Vash cleans it with his magic and hangs it on the cloak stand. Examining the remainder of the ruined clothing, he decides it’s beyond salvaging, even with his small magics. He exits the room, slips quietly over to Lyda, feigning some interest in her book, and whispers. “I have a…um…well, a female…visitor…in my room, who is in need of fresh clothing. Do you think you could spare me a set for her Without alerting the others to anything? I think she is about your size.”


Kristy

Lyda lifts her eyes from her book, avid interest lighting up her weary face. “A lady friend? What, come in the window? I’d expect that of Ictaca, but you…” Her voice is soft, pitched only for him to hear. She hands him the book, a small collection of Etholchan devotionals, replying in louder voice, “oh, if you think that one’s interesting, let me fetch you the one I found in my room.” She winks at Vash, then heads into her own room, coming out after a few minutes with a large, ornately decorated leather tome of etholchan scripture. She has a small bag pressed under the book, and hands both to Vash with a whisper. “Here, unmentionables and all. You promise me details later?” She still holds the book and hidden bag, not quite releasing it into his hands until he answers.


Michael

Vash pulls at the bundle, before giving in with a small sigh. “Such as they are.” He promises, then makes a point of looking over the book for a moment as if interested in its contents and returns to his room with it and the bag. He sets the bag down on the table between the dressing partition and the washroom door, then moves to one of the comfortable chairs that furnish the room to wait for his guest to finish her bath. Looking over the ornate book, he says softly to himself, “Well, I’ve got it. I might as well see if I can even read it.”

(What does he find in the book? I’m not expecting scriptural quotes. Is it even written in a language that he can read? If not, that might tip another party member off that something is up.)


Kristy

(Out of Character: The book is written in Zoroch, but has some beautifully disturbing full-page illustrations. It’s the product of a printing press, which have been around for quite some time now in Chayrshellech, Trentsmund, Motta, Arrochule, and a few other places.)

After a while, Carmenith comes out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, hidden behind the dressing partition. “Do you always keep a spare change of ladies’ clothing in your luggage then, sir elf?”


Michael

Vash closes the heavy tome and tosses it onto the table—he had only been able to look at the pictures, and was adequately disturbed. “No, actually…I was able to borrow those from a traveling companion. You looked about her size, if a bit taller. She may want to be introduced, so she can assess who it is wearing her clothes, but that is only if you would be comfortable with it.”


Kristy

“Well, she has excellent taste, though it’s hardly my choice for climbing trees. I think I’m a bit taller, though.” Carmenith comes out from behind the screen in clothing typical of a Trentsmunder woman of middle class, perhaps a merchant’s daughter; a blue linen dress with a darker blue corset, with a wide round neck and not-quite bare shoulders. Enough skin to draw the eye, but not so much as to be disreputable. Her hair is wrapped up in a towel, and she smiles a bit more confidently at the drow, padding barefoot past him to sit on the hearth near his chair. She flips her hair out of its wrap and finger-combs the damp locks before the heat of the small fire. “So, what is an ambassadorial aide doing defying what passes for justice here and rescuing Jhareth?” Her voice is carefully neutral.


Adam

(perception check of 24 to notice that the book was in Zhorroch, and to guess that Vash can’t read it)


Kristy

(He notices. If you choose, he may also have been in position to overhear his whispered exchange with Lyda, not just the louder one.)


Adam

Who’s the book for? Tobias’ voice sounds in Vash’s mind. Or have you been studying up on your demontongue in secret?

(Tobias was sitting near enough to hear the conversation, but didn’t react save to raise an eyebrow)


Michael

Vash replies mentally to Tobias from his chair beside the fireplace. Carmenith is here, and Lyda has been so kind as to provide fresh clothing for the girl. The book was just to cover up the things I asked Lyda for. Heavens forbid her uncle saw her passing me a corset.


Adam

Tobias stifles a chuckle at the thought. Why is she here? he asks.


Michael

To Carmenith, Vash replies, “I have a very persuasive friend in Abasi. You met him. His enthusiasm for adventure is hard to refuse.”

He lets his eyes linger admiringly on her bare shoulders and neck, still hearing her blood pound through her throat, suddenly fighting back the urge to seize her and bite into her flesh. Damn vampire curse, it won’t have me!

To Tobias, his telepathic reply is somewhat strained with the effort this self-mastery is requiring. Trying my self-control. I think she’s working her way up to ask me for help with something. I’ve always known it was my lot in life to save beautiful damsels in distress.


Kristy

Carmenith looks up, struggles to veil her interest. “Evasive, sir. Saving my kinsmen, risking your life, merely as a favor for your friend? His motives, I understand. The Avans are well-respected in my city.” A shadow passes over her face. “Well, they were.”


Kristy

Lyda, having obviously lost all concentration in her book, has been trying not to glance at Vash’s closed door. Ambassador Losoran excuses himself to the party, retiring for the night and dismissing the servants. Ichtaca, yawning, heads into his own room. A pair of female servants clear away the dinner, tidy the room, and leave themselves. Lyda watches them, and the moment they are alone in the room, she sets aside the devotionals and turns around on the couch, leaning over the back to look at Tobias. “Is he telling you anything? Who is it?”


Adam

Tobias smiles at her. “Oh I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in that.”


Kristy

Lyda gets up, circling the couch and coming over wind her arms around his neck. She smiles winningly and looks up at him through thick, dark lashes. “You know you want to tell me.”


Adam

Tobias smiles back at her. “Promise you won’t get mad?”


Kristy

“That Vash has a girl in his room? One who came up by balcony? Wildly curious, yes. Mad, hardly.”


Michael

Vash clenches his hand on the arm of the chair, hiding the motion from her with a shifting of position. “I’d heard about the fall of a secret city near here. I’m sorry.” His tone is sympathetic, but he makes no movement towards her, at some cost of effort.

“As for my saving your kinsmen, Abasi wanted to, he is my friend, and I like to help my friends. Perhaps that’s all there is to the mystery of my tangled motives. Why didn’t you escape with the others through the Avan’s mirror? Seems odd to me, since you said you were trapped in Forteth.”


Kristy

Carmenith pauses for a moment, searching his face as if for signs that she can trust him. When she speaks, it’s a spill of words, her voice soft, anxious. “I came here just before the city fell, with my brothers. We shouldn’t have left, but we were going to…well, that doesn’t matter now. When we heard what happened, we couldn’t do much. Forteth went into lock-down, the military police took over patrol of the streets…and both of my brothers were taken by the eitharmos. They aren’t dead, I know it, but I haven’t been able to find out where they are. There are a few good families here, people connected to the Avan underground with hidden storerooms and attics full of refugees. The only ones I knew are some of the ones who’ve been cut off from their compatriots. I’ve been passing money, information, supplies, such as I could get, to them. And now I’ve met the core group, thanks to your Abasi. I keep hoping for information, but no one’s heard anything yet.” She scoots closer to his feet, takes his free hand in hers, her look pleading. “Will you help another friend? A new one? I was highly impressed by your skills today. Yours and and your friends’.”


Michael

Vash finds himself staring at her throat, her lips. “Oh, I’m very skilled.” For a moment, the sound of her heartbeat drowns out all other sound in the small apartment. Vash gently sets her hand aside, standing and moving to put the chair between them. He moves to a side-table and pours water into a glass, forcing himself to breathe calmly, to set aside this new thirst. He drinks the entire glass in one pass. “If I agree to help you, will you agree to dis-include myself and my friends from your list of potential marks?”


Kristy

She looks hurt as he moves away from her so suddenly, but waits calmly for him to finish, schooling her face back into weary neutrality, hands folded in her lap now. “Of course. If you like, I can help you with something in return. Do you plan to disrupt any more prisoner’s carnival displays?”


Adam

Tobias’ bluff check was 10


Kristy

Lyda is obviously convinced that Tobias knows more to this story. “Someone you met today while I was working for the doctor?” Her fingers trace a distracting pattern on the back of his neck.


Adam

“Yeah, well, there was a bit of a… squabble downtown, and we may have been… very indirectly involved.”


Kristy

“Hmm.” She sounds amused. “So indirectly that one of the participants is now climbing palace balconies after dark?”


Adam

“Hey, nobody invited her here,” Tobias says, “as far as I know. I’m rather surprised she found us.” He leans his head back to look at her. “I wonder why she’s come?”


Kristy

She grins conspiratorially. “Shall we barge in there and demand answers then?”


Adam

“Well, hold on just a moment, Tobias says. Vash, he calls out, are you two… decent in there?


Michael

“I can honestly say I despise any sort of slavery or prejudice based upon one’s birth.” His face is stonelike, and he says the words as if they are a death sentence upon some unnamed person. “If the opportunity arises, and it does not directly interfere with my own mission here, I will be glad to help with sticking it to the Trentsmunders by removing the attractions from these so called carnivals.” Suddenly he steps in close to her, pulling her quickly to her feet and pressing himself against her—moving his face within inches of hers. His pupils dilate fully as he drinks the heady scent of her blood. Vash holds Carmenith, firmly covering her mouth with his hand to muffle any sound, while his own mouth moves in towards her inviting neck, pressing a hand over her mouth with irresistible strength to prevent any cry. Then, upon hearing Tobias voice in his mind, he pulls himself back from the brink, releases the girl and quickly steps away from her, crossing to the other side of the room. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to…I’m dealing with something. I’m working on it, but I’m obviously not quite over it. perhaps you should go.”

Then replying mentally to Tobias, “We’re decent, but you may want to come in any way. The new issue I’m dealing with almost took me. I may want Lyda to give me something to force me to sleep, since I can’t naturally by myself.”


Adam

Tobias nods and gets up from the couch, quickly moving to the door and opening it. “Fancy this,” he says, walking through the door, “what brings you by, Carmenith?”


Kristy

Carmenith gasps when he grabs her, struggles in his grasp, too weak from months of exhaustion and too little food to resist him effectively. When he releases her, he sees anger, confusion, and surprisingly, interest warring on her face. “Are you possessed? You give off such mixed signals, and now this-”


Kristy

Tobias and Lyda enter the room, and Carmenith cuts off her sentence, turning to stare at them. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to find something to say.


Adam

“Having a rough time of it, Vash?” Tobias says, walking over to the drow and putting a hand on his shoulder and gently guiding him away from Carmenith.


Michael

Vash looks relieved as Tobias and Lyda enter the room and he is no longer alone with Carmenith. “Ahh, Tobias. You remember Carmenith? And Lyda, here is your beneficiary. Allow me to introduce you. Carmenith, this is Lyda, the one who provided the clothes. Lyda, this is our new friend Carmenith.”


Kristy

Lyda moves to Carmenith, taking her kindly by the hand and admiring her. “Carmenith? What a lovely name. You must be the friend they met today downtown?”

“Oh, yes. We… um. We bumped into each other. Then your friends helped rescue some Jhareth from one of those awful carnival displays, and I was, um…involved.” Carmenith sounds shaken, having trouble staying on her feet.

“You poor thing. Why don’t you stay in my room tonight. You look exhausted. What is Vash thinking, not asking me at once if you can stay here?” She begins to leave, arm wrapped around the other woman to prop her up, but casts Vash a worried look, indicating she will return soon.


Michael

Vash pulls a cloth handkerchief out of a pocket on his bag, dipping it in water from the pitcher on the table and covering his mouth and nose—his breathing is elevated and his pupils are still dilated. He pushes Tobias back a pace. “Too close…need space…your blood…”


Adam

Tobias takes another pace or two back, his face betraying serious concern. “Do I need to leave and lock the door?”
He reaches out with his mind and begins wrapping mental restraints around Vash’s arms. [26 against Vash’s will?]


Kristy

(If you guys want to roll instead of going story-mode, let’s handle this as an opposed check. Arcana vs Athletics.)


Adam

[We don’t have to, we can just ignore my roll if it’s easier]


Michael

(Athletics check 15 + 11 for 26, since Tobias’ bonus is 13, he wins) Vash reels back from Tobias mental restraints, crossing to the other side of the room trying to weaken the link. “I’m in control of my faculties for the moment. I just need you to keep to the other side of the room until I can get ahold of myself more fully.” Vash forcers himself to sit, and begins to recite meditative chants.


Adam

Tobias pulls back and moves to the closed door, waiting for Vash to compose himself.


Kristy

Lyda returns, a packet of herbs in hand. “She’s asleep in my bed. Is he all right?”


Adam

“I’m not sure,”Tobias says. “Don’t get too close.”


Michael

“Lyda.” Vash calls out, seeing her, his voice terse, his jaw set firmly. “Something to knock me out. I need to be unconscious until this passes.”


Kristy

“Oh!” She opens up her pouch, pulling out a small glass phial full of white powder. “A poultice for the bite wound, I think, and this with tea… hold on…” she turns on her heel, going back out and returning moments later with a steaming cup of hot water. She looks at Vash, then Tobias. “I’m sure he won’t…perhaps we should go together?”

(out of character: Mike. If Lyda helps Vash, you may use her healing bonus instead of your endurance bonus for the next endurance check. This however, requires her to sit up with you throughout the night. Keep that in mind. If you pass this next check, by the way, you are free of the disease.)


Adam

Tobias puts a hand on Lyda’s shoulder and walks over with her, taking a seat by the bed.


Kristy

Lyda stands beside them both, handing Vash the herbal compress, which is now hot and wet. “Hold this to the wound.” She mixes a generous amount of the powder into the little cup, sprinkling a few herbs on it.


Michael

Vash’s lips curl back from his teeth as Tobias and Lyda approach, but otherwise he is managing to hold very still. An intense hunger is visible in his eyes, and it is obvious that he is having trouble restraining himself. “I think it would be better for you to apply that after I am unconscious.” Looking at the cup, he asks, “I just need to drink it?”


Kristy

“Yes. It’s a heavy dose. You should be asleep in minutes.” She passes him the cup.


Michael

Hi eyes follow her wrist as the cup comes closer. His hands reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her arm towards his mouth, where he forces himself to drink from the cup instead of her vein. After downing the medicine he pries his fingers her arm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t trust myself to take the cup.”

(How fast does it take affect?)


Kristy

(Out of Character: Up to you and how you want to roleplay the replies, really fast if you want, but no longer than five minutes.)


Kristy

She winces at the pressure on her arm, where faded bruises are still tender, but speaks kindly. “It’s all right. I trust you.”


Michael

Vash lies down, already drowsy from the medicine. “You shouldn’t.” The tenseness in his body begins to fade as the potent drug takes effect. “I don’t. Not till i’m past this. The hunger came on so suddenly, so strong…” He’s beginning to slur his words now.


Kristy

Lyda pulls the covers up snug around him, and pulls a chair up beside the bed. She sits, and reaches out for Tobias’s hand. “Someone should sit up with him. Will you keep me company a while?” A hint of a smile turns up the corner of her generous mouth, and her eyes twinkle. “I promise not to ask you any more about your ‘indirect involvement’ in what may or may not have been a minorly exciting adventure in town today.”


Michael

Vash hugs his pillow. “Don’t tell her ‘bout my pockets, Tobias. They’re not that wet. We’re men, and men, and we stick togeth-” a soft snore issues from the drow.


Adam

Tobias smiles. “Of course I’ll stay.” He takes her hand.


Kristy

She places the little hot compress on Vash’s neck, now that he is safely asleep. That done, she yawns widely, and sits quietly for a while, holding Tobias’s hand and watching the drow sleep.


Adam

“Do you think this is permanent? The vampirism, I mean?” Tobias asks.


Kristy

“I hope not. I’ve heard it can be cured, if caught early. We can ask Dr Northwell, tomorrow.”


Adam

Tobias moves over next to Lyda on the bed and wraps his arm around her shoulders. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”


Kristy

She scoots against him, rubbing her hands to warm them in the chilly air. “How is your pain?”


Adam

Tobias looks away from her. “It’s… manageable.”


Kristy

At this, she slides her arms around his waist and leans her head on his chest, listening to his heart. “I wish I could take it for you.” She murmurs.


Adam

He lays his head on hers, wincing at moving his neck like that but stifling any sound. “I know, and I’m glad you can’t. Because I know you would.”


Kristy

A little tingle of her power seeps into him, soothing away some of the ache. “Can you hear my thoughts?”


Adam

“Not if you don’t let me.”


Kristy

He can feel her trying to connect her mind with his, a fledgling effort.


Adam

This should help, he says in her mind.


Kristy

She answers in a surge of wordless emotion. Worry for his pain, the comfort she feels just now with his arms around her, trust, and most of all, a deep, powerful love for him.


Adam

He tries to hold back as much as possible, but wisps of conflicting emotions reach out to her. Great physical pain, comfort at her presence, fear for the future, an abiding love for her, and a sorrow for the pain that she will feel as he grows weaker. He fights to stop the wisps from getting to her, and contains his own mind. You love me, he says in hers.


Kristy

Her hair is fragrant under his cheek, her breathing slow and steady. “More than I can say. Always.”


Adam

His arm tightens around her. I love you.


Kristy

At this, she looks up at him, smoky green eyes brimming, her hands finding his face, fingers tracing his jaw and cheek. Her mind is still mingled with his, and he can feel the outpouring of tender emotions even as he sees it on her lovely face.


Adam

Tobias lets his mind slip open a little more, strengthening the link between them, as he takes her chin in his hand and kisses her softly.


Kristy

As both the link and the kiss deepen, he can hear her, through her haze of bliss, quietly vowing not to let him ever come to harm, not to let his body fail. It is clearly not a thought she intended to share, nor one she realizes he can hear.


Kristy

Conscious of their sleeping friend, Lyda pulls back after a long moment, trails a few more kisses over Tobias’s face. Then, she gently disengages herself and turns to face the sleeping drow, taking up his limp hand and channeling healing energy and good wishes into the fevered man.

Lyda stays with Vash through the night, tending him as his fever rises. Her healing check is 28, which you may choose to use instead of your endurance check. She does catch a few hours of sleep in short bursts, so she is not completely exhausted in the morning, but she looks tired.

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