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Nice DS9 reference

Venus removes Isolde's and then her own dripping cloaks and hangs them over the fire nook, hoping to get them some semblance of dry. Isolde's hair drips rather pitifully and she encourages the effect by sniffing rather pathetically and turning around to emcompass everyone in the room, especially Fle...

Well, I hope Xan left Venus a note, this time...

Venus and Isolde peek two hooded head sin from the rather stormy day outside, rapidly darkening towards night. Venus calls out

"Greetings? Is anyone home? Who would object to drwoned rats in their establishment?"

Venus has spent much time hunting in the Wastes recently, and has found, as she trudged on, weary mile after weary mile, a song, or perhaps a prayer, forming in her head, haunting her steps. It is this: The grey winds scud over the barren lands, bleaching the sky to the colour of bones..." Mine eyes...

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Sounds a pretty cool idea

Deep within the Dark Forest, Venus tucks Isolde and Elysian into the secret cellar below the cottage. She can already hear the demon legions beginning to trample through the forest less than a league away. She strokes Isolde's hair and tucks the spear Xanthias made for her in the child's arms. "Now,...

And then a step to the right...

I like that. Why are the swamp vipers so big? Because the adventurers keep, erm, fertilising the place...

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Venus bangs into a table and gropes around for a chair, which she drops into heavily, her head ringing, hoping some kindly person will help her with her pslitting headache with a drink.

WOAH!! Jimmy, am highly impressed! You deinfitely won our bet just by your general artistic ability there!


I so can't draw...

on wet Tuesdays

Trodden Village - Throne Room

You stand in a large throne room, large wooden benches line the walls which are painted with numerous depictions of ogrish symbols and dieties

Surely this should be "deities"?

Venus slips an arm under Xan's and helps support him to his seat, and then sits beside him cradling Isolde in her lap and watching the Arean below her with barely concealed tension.

Trodden Village-Temple Armsroom. "Platemale". I think you mean "Platemail"?

A bow and a heartfelt toast to Darren, a God who is willing to mark those who love to annoy others, and who will work and do wonderful things with awkward customers like me for the sake of good RP. Kudos, kudos, kudos!

For Isolde... The arid paths we walk in day Do blind our eyes with burning glare Surcease is sought, and mind is caught By comfort that takes all those cares Lay down thy head, shut eyes that bled And seek the river thee awaits The river bears 'way all our cares And takes us through those silent gat...

Venus's head rings. She cannot tell which way is up, and which down, and the voices and footsteps ring and echo around her throbbing head like an empty hall.

Greetings, stranger, from myself and all of the Clan of the Shrouded Bunnies