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Gwydion: I'm Sorry

**Content Warning: Mild mention of death, beating, and killing. Includes angst.**

\_\_\_\_

“What do you have there, honey?” Aesar asked, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder as he leaned over to see what the young elf was holding.

Gwydion sniffed and opened his hands.  Blood flecked his pale fingers and cupped in the center was a small, furry body. “The kitty got 'im,” he whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, daddy.” Gwydion wiped his eyes and sniffed again.

“Do you want to bury him?” Aesar smoothed down Gwydion’s hair soothingly. “There's --” He began to suggest where they could lay the mouse to rest, but his words died in his throat as the dark nose began to wiggle and the blood coated chest started to rise and fall.

“See, daddy?  It’s okay.”

\_\_\_

*I’m sorry.*

Gwydion sank to the cold, stone floor, covering his tear streaked face.  His body shook from the sobs that wracked him. He hadn't meant to kill them.  It had...it had been an accident.

He hadn't….

*…I’m so sorry…*

“Da-Daddy…” he whispered, choking out the words. “...I d-didn’t...I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry…”

They had spat on him, grabbed at his clothes, and shoved him to the ground.  They had taunted him and screamed at him, calling him a *freak* and a *monster*.  *But it wasn't his fault!* They didn't know...they didn't know...

*...I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…*

“...I didn't...I didn't know what to do!”. Gwydion gasped out, arms wrapped tight around his shaking form. “I’m sor-sorry, Daddy...I’m sorry…”

What else was he supposed to have done?  Let them beat him? Let them do as they wanted to him?

Gwydion screamed as his pulled at the torn robes that adorned robe, eyes squeezed shut and tears splashing to the floor. *What else could he have done?*

*...please...*

Cold arms wrapped around him and he folded into his father's embrace.

“...I’m sorry, Daddy…”
Hansel: Dukhal

“Dukhal!”

Hansel tried to match Elitash’s inflection and level of aggressiveness. It only made her laugh—uproariously.

“What?” He scowled. It had sounded right to him.

“It’s precious.” Her voice was was naturally loud and gravelly, which made her calling him precious sound even more insulting. “I can make you say whatever I want. You’re like my little puppet.”

He narrowed his eyes. She’d claimed to be teaching him how to say ‘hello’ in Orcish. He should’ve known she was scamming him by the way she’d grinned sideways when he’d asked her.

“What are you making me say?”

She tossed the remnants of the fish she was deboning at him, making him twist away. “You’re calling everyone aboard a bastard at the top of your lungs, my boy.”

“Eli—.”

There was a snicker from the upper deck, but when Hansel glanced up, Mishka wasn’t watching. But it always *felt* like he was watching.

He thought better of protesting, knowing it would just amuse her—probably him too—and muttered, “Dukhal,” under his breath instead, looking down at his own fish to hide his embarrassment.

She laughed. “You’re getting it.”

# # #

“Anukh!”

Hansel stabbed out with his trident, making the air whistle. Two rows of sailors copied the movement in front of him, shouting in Orcish. *Attack. Forward. Break them.* They followed him without needing to know the words, just following the actions. They trusted him now. That was good.

Elitash picked her teeth with a bone, grinning lazily at him from her perch on a barrel. Her hair was graying now and she claimed he only got to be the master at arms because she was bored of it, but Hansel had seen her slowing down.

Mishka lounged nearby, always nearby. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. Other than that, he’d never changed. Somehow that was comforting.

# # #

“Neyë,” Mishka whispered—*come here*.

Hansel did.

# # #

“Ragh ala, ragh ala.” Elitash tried to snare Hansel’s arms, but he shook her off, unable to stop pacing.

“Mal karash,” he snarled.

“Calm down.” She said it more firmly in Common, like that would make a difference. “We’ll figure something out.”

He couldn’t even think of any other words. Oathbreaker. Oathbreaker. Broken. “I could kill him,” he choked out finally. “I could fucking kill him. How are you not angry?”

Elitash shrugged. “He’s an elf, Hansel. People like us are nothing to him. You should’ve known that.”

He gave her a helpless look, finally stopping. “How would I know—why would I think that? I—he loves—.”

She let him work it out himself, and laid a hand on his shoulder when he did.

“You didn’t kill him though,” she said, after a while. “I’ll do it for you if you want. Tell me where he is.”

“No.” His voice came out muffled. He sounded pathetic even to himself. “I don’t want that.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Dukhal.”

“Me or him?”

“Both of you. Dammit.”
Nixie Smirnova

Nixibixitus "Sugar" Smirnova is a female tiefling sorcerer played by Coyote.

### Backstory

Most tieflings are born with red or blue skin. Most tieflings are surly, chaotic, and dangerous. Sugar (to her parent's horror) was born pink, with a sunny disposition and bright personality.

Her parents named her Nixbixitus. Since most people are completely unable to pronounce this, she has adopted the name “Sugar.”

All attempts to teach her to be evil failed tragically. In a last-ditch effort to toughen her up, her parents threw her out and forced her to become an adventurer.

Sugar believes she is on “permanent vacation.”

Naive, precious, and kind, Sugar’s #1 goal in life is to help other people with her magic.
History Heist

While the Graverunners were visiting Alabaster for Mysterious Raef Reasons, Goro abruptly disappeared while on a walk. The Runners investigated the museum where Morgan had located his father's letters, and Roddy found out that a shifty half elf had in fact caused some trouble there earlier in the day by attempting to steal some stuff.

The Runners proceeded to steal some stuff.

Hansel caused distractions to help the lighter-fingered members of the gang to clean the place out, and then they snuck into the fort where Goro was being held. Mishka and Roddy did all the talking while Hansel, wildshaped into a mouse in Mishka's pocket, squeaked furiously. Mishka collected some information from a dude, the gang killed a different dude, and they found Goro in the basement, kicking around in an unlocked cell and looking dazed. When they came nearby, he attacked them.

While Larkin tackled and pinned her murderbro, the rest of the gang got into a fight with the half-elf and a human who appeared, strangely enough, to be in charge here. After quite the scuffle, the half-elf went down, but his cleric companion revived him and they made their escape.

The letters and loot were retrieved, and Goro was fine, although he did get an earful from Roddy and scathing looks from Raef.
Skyport

Skyport is a large independent city-state across the sea from Calisham. It is run by a Prince, who inherits this title,

   and five council members:

* Spymaster (unoccupied)
* Lawmaster (Councilor Melissa Carlyle)
* Warmaster (Lord Basil De Rolo)
* Minister of Coin (Sir Norbert Covington)
* Archbishop ("Lively Fred" Frederick)

Helm is the official deity of Skyport, and it is policed by the Church of Helm. Worship of other deities is prohibited.

The previous Prince of Skyport was killed five years ago. Typically, the Prince of Skyport appoints a member of the council his heir, but in this case, the Prince had no heir, so the title passed to her oldest human child.

The previous Prince had two children: Rina de Rolo and Basil de Rolo. Rina (human, twelve years old) is considered the current Prince and heir. Basil (twenty-five) was born a tiefling, and thus is not considered eligible for the position, though he has taken the title of Warmaster. Basil is currently acting as regent for his younger sister until she comes of age to rule.

## Position on Slavery and Piracy

Skyport is known as a hub for pirates, as pirates typically are not prosecuted within the city. The city will only enforce laws broken within city limits and will not hunt down criminals for other governments.

Slavery is also legal within Skyport. Slaves becomes slaves through a variety of means; a person can be born into slavery; sold into slavery by their parents; forced into slavery to repay debt; or arrested and sold into slavery by the Church of Helm for committing certain crimes.

It is illegal for free citizens to be kidnapped and forced into slavery, but it is common. Skyport is a popular area for pirates to shanghai new recruits.

## Locations of Interest

### The Graverunners Guild

Run by Joan Ripley, this guild's mission is to send adventurers out in to the world to recover artifacts and magical items from the previous age.

### The Silverlight Inn

A high-class establishment frequented by Mishka

### The Grumpy Sausage

A seedy bar and Hansel's previous home and place of employment. Recently destroyed in an explosion that he definitely didn't have anything to do with.

Once home of the far-famed Finger Stew.

### The Red Gryphon

An adventuring gear store run by Robin & Griffin. They sometimes have items one wouldn't expect to find at a normal shop, and can also decode Grimwood treasure maps for a price.
Gwydion

Played by Mink. Is not Mink.

Elf I Wizard I Necromancer

## Backstory

Gwydion grew up in the city of Alabaster, raised by his father Aesar and his father's friend Raef. His mother left when he was just a small child and he has no memories of her, but he holds no grudges against her. As he grew up, it became apparent that he had a fondness for the darker side of life and he learned to embrace it for all of the issues that it caused him despite his father's warnings.

When he was around the age of 30, his father died under unexplained circumstances. He felt lost for awhile and wandered Alabaster, occasionally annoying Raef in the meantime.

Near the age of 50 he sought to leave Alabaster on short trips, never telling where he was going. He sought fellow necromancers and to gain control of his powers fully, but he found the others weak.

After these failed encounters, he became more bold and left Alabaster more frequently. When Raef left the city the trips grew longer until he was leaving for months, if not years, at a time.

Fun fact: He never killed his father.

## Foes

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## Vignettes

* Patty Cake
* I'm Sorry
* Where Are You Going?
* Beautiful in Red (NSFW)
* Something New
* Exchanging Gifts
* Help Me
* Anyone

## Testimonials

* "Aww Gwydion the necro-ho." - Muse, who's accurate as always.
* "Gwydion is a TERRIBLE boi but that's okay because we love him anyway." - Muse. He's a Good Boy. I don't know what you're talking about.
* "okay I never in my life thought I'd say this but awww, Gwydion lol" - Lina, always with the surprise. Gosh. He's a Good Boy.
* "Most seduction-happy person in Skyport." - Abel, Gwydion approves of this message.
Lykaos: Thoughts

**Content Warning:  Some blood, allusion to death, allusion to death of a partner, allusion to anxiety.**

**Day:  After the asylum.**

They stared down into their drink, watching the amber liquid swirl as they traced the tip of a finger through it.   Thoughts flitted uselessly through their mind.  They needed something to do.  Zarya would join them, maybe Irah, too, but they were asleep.  It was late.

Too late to be awake.

Too late to do anything.

But the thoughts still floated to the surface before sinking down to be replaced by another and another.

The thoughts kept coming, always coming.

In the asylum the thoughts had begun to grow dim, to grow quiet, to silently slip off and leave them.  The thoughts had been quelled by the potions, by the drugs.

Out here they didn’t have potions or drugs or – or – *anything* to stop the thoughts.

Zarya pet them, Irah sometimes talked to them, but the thoughts were still there.

Still – still –

Glass tinkled on wood, a mug dropping to the floor and shattering.

They looked up.

Their skin rippled.

\_\_

Monsters were still there.

They had spent years in the asylum, but the monsters were still there.  Their people still had a job to do – *they* still had a job to do.

\_\_

“You stink.”

“Yeah.”

“You need a bath.”

“Yeah.”

Zarya wrinkled her nose and pointed at the tub peeking out from behind the bathroom door. “Get in.  You’re dripping blood everywhere.”

\_\_

They saw a pretty body that day.

Dark skin that glinted purple in the moonlight.  Silver hair that reflected the very moon and stars itself.  Eyes…eyes that glowed and flickered as the body moved down the street.

They wanted that body.

\_\_

“You’re covered again.”

They didn’t answer, shoulders hunched, head ducked.  Zarya didn’t reprimand them.  Didn’t tell them they’d done bad.

She never told them that.

But they knew.

The thoughts were back.

\_\_

Metal grated across stone, a slick trail of dark blood being left in its wake.

*Alin*…

…*mon amour…*

They squeezed their eyes shut.

Took another step.

*…mon amour…*

“Go away.”

\_\_

The potion was sweet, like in the asylum.

They didn’t like it.

But it was better.

The thoughts began to slip away.

\_\_

“Fuck.  It’s hot.”  They wrinkled their nose, tugging their hat down to block the sunlight.  It was a desert city near an ocean.  They’d come here because…because there was nowhere else to go and it was better than the asylum.

“Very observant.”

“Fuck you.”

Zarya grinned.  She swung Irah’s hand then theirs. “Come on.  Let’s go fuck shit up.”

They rolled their eyes (*crimson, purple*…they couldn’t remember what they glowed as during the day) before smiling. “Let’s.”

The thoughts were gone.
Hansel: Here

Hansel woke up suddenly, not sure when he'd fallen asleep. Or where, for that matter. Gods, he was still bone-fucking-tired, and where the fuck -- oh.

Right.

None of it seemed real. If he wasn't still here, he didn't know if he would believe his own memory, but it was difficult to argue with the fact that he'd dozed off in this warm, fancily-furnished library, and Mishka was just … here. He was here. They were together. And he wasn't trying to punch Mishka or work out what he was lying about this time, and Mishka wasn't being cruel or trying to get something from him. He was asleep, actually, curled in an overstuffed chair in a position that looked uncomfortable -- but then, Hansel supposed he'd taken up all of the couch.

He wished Mishka had just joined him instead. Granted, if he'd woken up to find his husband -- ex-husband -- goddammit, whatever -- laying next to him, he would've been even more confused. Maybe it was better this way. He might've panicked and thrown Mishka off him and ended up hurting him.

He just wanted to skip to the end of this.

He wanted to pick Mishka up without waking him and carry him to a cool, dark room, and wrap himself around him and not let anything else touch any part of him. Never again. No fucking dragons. No fucking pirates. He wanted it to be over, and quiet, and calm. He wanted to be able to hear himself think again over the scraping worries and concerns and all the fucking lies he had to try to keep straight.

Nothing with Mishka would ever be simple. Maybe he didn't want simple. He just wanted it to be *easier* -- just a little bit easier.

Then maybe he could focus on other things. Things like how the firelight danced on Mishka's face and made his freckles look like dark constellations. How it made his hair glow. The exaggerated shadow his ear cast on the cushion behind him and the little notch bitten out of it. How his brow knit in his sleep because his brain never fucking stopped, and Hansel loved that, and Hansel loved him.

Hansel loved him. That had never stopped either. Goddammit. Mishka wasn't his captain anymore -- he couldn't pretend like his concern for him was duty this time. Well, no one had fucking bought it but himself the first time, anyway.

He watched Mishka sleep. He wanted to go to him, but he supposed he was already here.
Good Old-Fashioned Sea Troll Killing

During a text roleplay, two sea trolls climbed on board the ship and attacked Mishka. He managed to take them down, but sea trolls regenerate. These particular ones also spilled Seeds of Gluttony all over the place.

The Graverunners teamed up to defeat the sea troll who had revived itself. Diva took control of Goro for two rounds (eighteen seconds), during which time she forced him to cast Hold Person on Sugar while a larva crawled toward Sugar's mouth. Luckily Raef noticed what was going on and pulled Sugar to safety.

The sea troll was killed and its body destroyed.
Custom Uncursed Curios

A shop run by Lyra Deleon. Originally trading primarily in breaking the effects of cursed items, now focusing more on crating magical items from scratch. She takes requests, and can also modify existing magical items to some degree.

The shop tends to move around a bit, so if you need it, you can usually find it.

No discounts!

## Pricing Guidelines

* +1 weapon: 1000g.
* +2 weapon: 4000g.
* +3 weapon: 16000g.
* +1d6 damage of any type: 2200g.
* +2d6 damage of any type: 5000g.
* +1 to AC: 1500g.
* +2 to AC: 6000g.
* +3 to AC: 24000g.
* +2 to an ability score: 3000g. Requires attunement.
* +4 to ability score: 12000g. Requires attunement.
* +1 to a skill: 500 gold per +1 bonus.
* Advantage on a skill: 2000g.
* An item that allows you to cast a single cantrip: 500g.

**PLEASE NOTE:**

 (1) These are general guidelines.

(2) If you start stacking enchantments on the same item, the price starts going up. In other words, one item with five enchantments will cost much more than five items with one enchantment apiece.

Spreadsheet with additional data about pricing: here.

## Item Slots

Keep in mind, in requesting and buying items, that there are only so many things you can stick on your body! Each part of your body is a 'slot' that can only hold one magical item, for balance reasons. Flavor/aesthetic items like wedding bands, non-magical bracelets, and focii do not count against this amount. Items which are only required to be on your person (such as a luckstone or Astral Whistle) may be kept on a necklace/etc slot for flavor without counting against the slot. Beads of the same type strung together (such as fireball or sending beads) count as one item, but more than one type of bead is more than one item.

You can always make a case for an enchanted item being primarily flavor and thus not counting against your slots! Just don't count on it.

Those slots are:

* Head (hat, circlet, hijab, goggles, glasses, etc)
* Neck (necklace, choker, tie, scarf, etc)
* Armor (one)
* Waist (sash, belt, etc)
* Back (cloak, cape, etc)
* Gloves (one matching pair)
* Boots (one matching pair)
* Bracelets (two)
* Rings (two)
* One piercing (anywhere; earcuffs count)

Magic weapons do not consume slots. You can still carry as many enchanted swords and staves and wands and such as your carry weight will allow -- within reason.

## Item Repairs

In some instances, Lyra is also able to repair magical items that have been broken, such as the Clockwork Crow and Anti-Magic Device. She usually charges an amount equivalent to the item's original cost (you're essentially buying a new copy), but sometimes, for particularly interesting items, she'll do it free of charge for simple love of the craft.

They will have a repair DC set by the DMs, which Lyra will roll for with her INT (+4), and the number of rolls it takes her to beat that DC is the number of sessions or weeks before you can have the item back.

Not all items are repairable once broken!
Foxhunt

After the Runners rescued Ombre and took Bala down, it became apparent that not all of Ombre's belongings had staying in Bala's manor. The fractured Sanguine Guild had parceled out some of her belongings among themselves, and she managed to track down one item in particular that she wanted back. She went to Goro and Roddy, her very best friends, for help, and Jasper was also there so she went along with the mission as well.

This splinter group of rogues had become obsessed with the notion that Morgan Wyn, their former leader, was in fact still alive and also a vampire. They also wanted to become vampires, and figured if they just drank enough blood, it'd work out eventually. (So far, no dice.) They were being led by a jester bard named Crimson.

The gang went to their skeevy, bloody hideout, and immediately captured a sleeping man and found out about Crimson and how many people she had with her. Dragging him along, they encountered a couple of rogues, but talked their way out of conflict by claiming to know John.

"John who?"

"Y'know, John."

Goro rolled a 31 and got away with it.

They went to talk to Crimson, and in chatting with her, found out that she actually used to be a Maskarran cleric whose powers were revoked. This intrigued Goro, but the gang stayed largely focused on getting Ombre's stuff back, and with Roddy Sending to Morgan Wyn to get her to agree to come to them, Crimson agreed to possibly give up the loot. She just wanted to meet Morgan, and in fact threatened to kill the gang now that Morgan was on her way, but Goro deftly claimed to be Morgan Wyn's fiance, and Crimson bought that, too, and decided to let them live.

Also, Jasper flirted with a water genasi who was hanging out in a fountain, but left the woman seeming puzzled, because the play The Little Mermaid hasn't been localized to Skyport yet.

Unfortunately, when Morgan turned up, Crimson cast a spell on her that Roddy recognized as Cure Wounds, and when it took effect, her archers leveled their bows at Morgan. Goro valiantly threw himself in front of her, taking a couple of hits, and she further deflected the arrows to avoid death. One of Crimson's rogues crept behind our heroes to lock them in, so Roddy kicked off the fight with a Shatter and they got on with business.

Jasper took some heavy hits from a couple of rogues, Goro took a couple more arrows, and Crimson inflicted wounds on Roddy, and the gang began to realize that they were outmatched for a fight of this size. Roddy grabbed Jasper, Goro grabbed Morgan, and they all dimension stepped out of there.

Back home, Goro demanded to know what was so important that Ombre had sent them into this mess. She apologized profusely, healed them, and was visibly distressed that they'd been hurt. A little reluctantly, though, she answered that while she liked her magic items, she could always buy more and make more -- the one she'd sent them to recover was an enchanted amulet that cast the illusion of her little sister, who died about three hundred years ago. It was irreplaceable.

Goro threw his hands up. "Well, I guess we're going back!"

... Maybe with reinforcements this time.
Lykaos: Mummy

Content Warning: Mild verbal abuse, gender stuff

“So?  What is it?”

“It’s a…” the healer hesitated.

“Show me.”

He flinched at the bite in her tone.  She wasn’t happy.  She knew.
He showed her the newborn.

She sneered. “Get it out of my sight.”

“But –“

“Leave me.”

She was disgusted.

So he left her.

--

She traced slender lines in the dirt, drawing a smiling
face, erased it, replaced it with another smiling face, erased it, replaced it
with a frowning face.

She erased it.

Boots crunched on dirt.

She looked up and smiled.
Her mother walked down the path that traced the outskirts of the garden,
tall, lean, pretty.  She wanted to be
pretty like that one day.

Her mother looked over, ruby red lips down turning into a
scowl. “Take off that ridiculous body.
It’s disgusting.”

She stopped smiling. “Mummy—”

“Take it off.”

They stared up at her.
The world swam through unshed tears. “Yes, Mummy.”

--

He stumbled over the lip of the rug, teetered, caught
himself.  He grinned widely as he kept on
running, bare feet slapping on the wood eagerly. “Mummy!” he called out as he
skidded around a corner, nearly falling again.

“What?”

He found her in her study.
She was always in her study.  He
didn’t know what she did there.  She said
it was work, but he wasn’t old enough to know what work was yet.  One day he would.  When he was older.

She looked up at him with her cold, emotionless eyes.  They were blue like the sky.  And pretty.
Like she was. He wanted to be pretty like that one day. “Take off that ridiculous body.”

“But –“ He thought she’d like it.  It wasn’t like his other body.

“It’s disgusting.
Take it off.”

Their smile vanished. “Yes, Mummy.”
Gavriella of the Sacharet Tribe

Gavi is a female orc paladin played by Abby.

After realizing she had cancer, and that she couldn't find a cure, Gavi left her orc tribe and began wandering around. She ran into the Runners and overheard them talking about how they were going to go fight some people, and invited herself along.

She then invited herself to stay in the castle, broke Goro's fingers, and then got chased out of the castle by Hansel.

She has since managed to re-build some bridges and sort-of gets along with the party at large.

Gavi is a half-sister to Bloodgrut and Griffin's aunt. She also has a son still back at home, Timur.

## Testimonials

"I'm a paladin, I'm the punchy type of religious." -- Gavi

"Gavi is here for a good time, not a long time" --Izzy

## Vignettes

* My Brother's Keeper: Gavi and Bloodgrut through the years.
* Love and Loyalty: Gavi struggles with what to do after Raef is captured.
* Three's a Crowd: Gavi asks Timur's father, Josiah, to marry her so she has someone to leave behind. He agrees.
Dragonsnatching

The gang did some investigating in the warehouse district to find where Gabriel Melaine was being held. After they narrowed it down to a particular warehouse, Goro turned himself invisible and scouted the interior to make sure they had the right location. He was nearly sniffed out by Amren, but managed to escape unharmed.

After some rest and regrouping, Goro went in invisible again, this time with Truesight activated from his Staff of Eyes, and Larkin as backup. The goal was to uncover any Amren-created illusions, but Goro didn't see anything useful before he caused a racket by falling off the catwalk onto some crates. Two archers and a mind-controlled Gabriel were alerted to his and Larkin's presence, and began to attack. The rest of the gang burst into the warehouse, but the group was scattered and combat was tricky.

Jasper, Raef, and Roddy took on the archers, while Larkin punched the snot out of Gabriel. Goro made repeated attempts to dispel the magic controlling Gabriel, but each time he was counterspelled by an unseen Amren. Finally, just as Gabriel went down, Goro spotted Amren: he was hiding on the ceiling.

When things were looking particularly dire, Vaala Stonecrusher arrived to offer support to the Runners. They took out the archers and attacked Amren, who made a break for it. But before he could get away, Roddy used his Flame Rod to cast Immolation. Roddy intended to just knock Amren out, but ended up... well, immolating him. Roddy begged Goro to use his Crystalline Wand to cast Revivify and save Amren's life. Goro refused, because that was a damn expensive wand, and fuck Amren. But when Roddy agreed to pay for a replacement wand, Goro relented, bringing Amren back from the dead. The gang then knocked Amren out and stabilized him to take back to the castle dungeon.
Coyote Notes

Making some IC notes for myself so I can keep IC knowledge and OOC knowledge straight.

Mishka knows the following information about Goro and Hansel's relationship:

* Goro and Hansel have slept together.
* Hansel appears smitten with Goro.
* Mishka is in favor of this because he feels he, personally, is a horrible romantic partner for Hansel. He believes that Goro should eventually replace him.
* Several months ago, when Mishka and Goro first met, Mishka told Goro the following information: He and Hansel were married. Mishka stole the ship, robbed the crew blind, and asked Hansel to come with him, but Hansel refused. Later, the ship shipwrecked, and Mishka believed Hansel was dead. After a while, however, Mishka discovered Hansel was alive and in Skyport. Hansel appeared catatonic and refused to talk to Mishka. Later, Kheman came to Mishka and told Mishka that Hansel murdered and ate his entire crew. Mishka told Goro "Hansel should hang for what he has done." Mishka appeared angry and disgusted when he said this.
* Goro has never mentioned this conversation to Mishka again.
* Goro knows Mishka was hostile towards Hansel and tried to extort him in order to gain the blueprints.

Mishka does not know:

* Mishka is completely unaware that Hansel has started trusting Goro with the full cannibalism story.
* Mishka does not know Hansel told Goro about the "voice in the storm."
* Mishka has no clue Goro knows about the whole "something compelled Hansel to kill and eat the crew" problem.
* Mishka is unaware that Goro knows about the hate-notes. He will likely assume Hansel told him.
Elitash: How Come?

**ELITASH KERACHDAM**

Her parents were both half orc, half human, which Eli decided meant she was both completely orc and completely human.

“That … that isn’t how it works, motek,” her dad told her.

“How come?”

“You can't be all two different things. Then you’d be two people.”

Eli frowned and scowled and studied math so she could prove him wrong, and of course, ended up figuring out that he was right. She got really good at math along the way, though.

While her dad was patiently teaching her sums, her mom taught her to fight.

“Kerachdam Clan,” she said, and pounded her chest. “Blood of ice, Eli. Killers.”

“How come?”

“Uh. ‘Cause it’s what my momma did, me’at ahuvi. It’s in our blood.”

Eli shrugged. She didn’t get it, but she was really good at wrestling, because it was fun. She could beat all the other kids by the time she was nine, and then when she was thirteen, her parents told her that she was so smart and strong that she was going to marry a boy from the neighboring clan.

“How come?”

“That way we can stop fighting.”

“Yeah, but.” She felt like she was getting punished for being good at things. “I don’t wanna marry anyone.”

“It won’t be right away, sweetheart,” her dad assured her. “Another year or two.”

Damn straight it wouldn’t be right away, Eli thought. Huffing, she packed up all her things in the night, bundled up in her coat, and stomped off into the snowstorm. Her mother tracked her down shivering under a tree, blocked in by the drifts.

“Sweet Luthic,” she swore. “Fine. All right, my little love. You don’t have to marry anyone.”

Elitash knew the drifts would trap her in, and that her mom was the best tracker in the village. She knew her mom was reasonable, too. She knew what she was doing.

Come summer, she left home anyway. She figured the mountains had taught her everything they could. Maybe she’d go find out what the sea had to offer.
Rieka

Rieka is a female human warlock played by Abby

She had a happy childhood, growing up on a small but prosperous farm. During her late adolescence she ran away with her fiance, Liam, to find adventure.

They were attacked by bandits shortly after and rescued. Their rescuer took them back to her camp, where they were recruited into an army.

The leader of the army was proficient in mind manipulation and used Rieka and Liam to do terrible things, until Liam broke free and tried to help Rieka break free too.

She killed him, which triggered her realizing what Liam said was true.

Rieka left, and spent the next while trying to drink herself to death. At some point she gained a warlock patron, and friends in Ensign and Flag.

### Rieka Timeline

* Born in a small village. Family are farmers.
* At 21, ran away with her fiance Liam. Shortly afterwards meets up with an unknown group and they are both charmed into sticking around and joining them.
* At 24, kills Liam and breaks the control. In that order. Flees from the group and begins drinking heavily.
* At 25, meets her patron.
* At 28, gets in a barfight, kills people, and ends up in prison. After some months there, she escapes.
* At 32, meets Ensign and Flag for the first time.
* At 34, meets the Runners.
Lyra Deleon

A cursebreaker who lived in an isolated part of Grimwood Forest, minding her own business, until the B-Team showed up and ruined her entire thing at the behest of Robin. Luckily, she forgave them and took it out on Robin. She now runs Custom Uncursed Curios, where she both uncurses magical items, and custom-makes, fixes, and alters magical items.

Her character sheet is here.

She promised to do some research on necromancy for Abel and get back to him at some point. She is not, however, a necromancer herself, which she initially appeared to be -- she just likes spooky stuff.

In fact, she is an artillerist artificer and general tinker and nerd. She enjoys the Runners, particularly Goro and Mishka, who ask her for interesting, weird stuff, and Raef, who has been a loyal customer. She's also pals with Ombre, a fellow nerd.

She aided in the Battle of Sanctuary.

She has a sister named Lara, who is a cleric of Tymora and whose home is on the back of a large sea turtle.
Kitty Rescue

Maxwell, Handsome, and Maurice found themselves locked up on a cell. Quicksilver the Grey looked on as his lazy self while they escaped this horrible, horrible place. There was no food or water. It was awful.

Once they escaped they followed a nice smell that led them to the body of a woman named Susie. Handsome and Maxwell agreed she tasted very good. After a brief snack, a finger was brought back to a large orc person who followed the cats to the cell. Joan was alerted. She took over body duty.

While this went on, Maurice found Theo hiding in an attic. She was a sad girl.

After she was found safe and sound, the cats took on a gross doppelganger with Joan's help.

For a stunning, and well deserved feast, Maxwell took on a nasty raccoon and her babies. Handsome and Maurice soon joined in. They won!

Quicksilver the Grey was too busy being groomed.

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Raef: Aftermath

*The monster tore*
through the city, buildings crumbling to rubble and dust as elves scrambled for
shelter.  He remembered one that had dropped
to her knees near him, clutching her head while blood poured out from between
her fingers.  Her blue eyes were wide
with fright and pain before she pitched forward and was still.  His frightened gaze was only drawn away as
the pitch colored beast roared, and he ran.
He ran away…

…just as he had when his limbs could move after Roddy had
helped him.  Larkin had raced down stairs
and Roddy as well, but he had *run*.  He had limped over to Griffin, reaching out
to touch the half-orc.  He found himself
regretting not holding the half-orc when they had freed him from the dungeon,
regretting not kissing him then, regretting that he hadn’t done more.

In the dark, listening to the creaking of the ship and
Griffin’s soft breaths, Raef regretted a lot.
He hadn’t been able to splutter the words out to Griffin, the thief
intent on making him feel better and assuring him that everything was going to
be fine.   He hadn’t been able to tell
him how broken he felt, how *scared* he
had felt.  The panic still lingered at
the back of his mind, threatening to boil forth.

And he hated that he felt that panic.  He was past three hundred years now; he was no
longer a child.  He could take care of
himself, by himself, now.   Raef’s
fingers paused on Griffin’s side.

But did he have to take care of himself all alone now?

When Ripley had won the bet, forcing him to join the guild,
he had resented her and the others.  She
had denied helping him and still managed to drag him to work under her, to work
with people that could only be a liability.
Yet, at some point, that resentment started to melt away and he began to
like these strangers…these friends…he had…

…he had friends -- *"We*
got a kid together, remember? *--* hada *family.*

Raef propped himself up onto his elbow, looking down at Griffin.  He gently brushed back a strand of hair from
the half-orc’s forehead to place a soft kiss there.  Yes, he had friends, and he had a family.

And no one fucks with family.
Sam Obsidia

Sam Obsidia grew up as a street kid in Skyport. He, his childhood friend Corinne, who was a pickpocket, and her partner Ronan, who was a barkeep, all pooled their incomes to rent their own house. Sam's contribution to this was hawking snake oil he called Obsidia's Elixirs -- watered down, homeopathic versions of potions he learned how to make when he apprenticed for an apothecary as a younger man.

One day, on his way home, Sam came across a gold ring in a puddle. He was quick to scoop it up, and soon realized that it was visible only to him. Before he could attempt to sell it to a wizard or something, he had a dream vision of the demon Ba'alchem, and began to remember his past lives as Sharpness the tiefling and Sakin the orc, both of whom Ba'alchem had also interacted with. Sharpness -- or Nissa -- fell in love with Ba'alchem when he was on the mortal plane in the form of a tiefling calling himself Aziz, and Ba'alchem claimed to love Sam as well.

After a life of struggle and loneliness, Sam was overwhelmed by all of this apparent love and devotion and quickly agreed to make a deal with Ba'alchem. Upon waking, he was equally overcome by his new warlock powers, and inadvertently set fire to his house and burned his terrified housemates alive. Ba'alchem apologized for this and promised to not hurt him again. After this, they got to work on tearing the membrane separating Ba'alchem's plane from the mortal plane so they they could be together.

Sam has been so severely touched by demonic power that he's developed aberrant sorcerous powers in addition to his warlock abilities. He spends his dreams communing with Ba'alchem, and as such prefers to be asleep as he feels distanced from the mortal world and avoids making friendships with other mortals. He retains some vague memories of his previous lives as Sakin and Nissa, though he remembers them clearly in his dreams. He also only vaguely remembers the content of his dreams themselves after he wakes.

## Insightful Manipulator / Know Your Enemy

Morgan used her Insightful Manipulator ability on Sam in a dream. Hansel met him in person and used Know Your Enemy. This is what they learned.

* his INT is higher than -1
* his WIS is lower than +4
* his CHA is higher than +4
* his DEX is higher than -1
* his CON is higher than +3
* his AC is lower than 21
* his HP is higher than 112
* his rogue level is lower than 12
* his fighter level is lower than 8
* his total level is higher than 10

**history or personality trait:**

- Sam came from destitution. he's terrified of going back there

## Misc

In a text rp, Goro did ~175 damage to Sam and did not knock him unconscious.

Sam implied having been in as asylum, where this method was used to weaken him before sedating him.

On occasion, he uses White Sky to help himself sleep, but doesn't like doing it or drinking because Aziz says it's bad for him.

His mother, Esme Obsidia, abandoned him when he was seven or eight years old because she wasn't able to feed them both. She picked herself.

## Vignettes

* Sakincha: The Demon's Knife
* Bee: A Dangerous Man
Azriel Khole

Azriel Khole is a male tiefling NE bard played by Izzy. He is 5'5", ~130 lbs, and 26 years old. His right horn is broken and he has limited vision in his right eye. He's from Moorland.

In a text rp, his brother Abel let slip that their mother is Jade Melaine, criminal overlord of Moorland.

## Allies? Friends? Siblings, mostly?

Abel -- oldest brother, evasive motherfucker

Gabriel -- older brother, probably a murderer

Jasper -- younger sister, definitely a Paladin of Eldath

Amethyst -- youngest sister, general hooligan

Ba'ob -- a good wolf boy. new baby brother acquired

Wolf -- soft and nice actually. weirdly reasonable

Gwydion -- kind of cute. fucked off, though

Larkin -- terrifying yet impossible to look away from

## Spells and Songs

Minor Illusion -- Lost Woods

Prestidigitation -- Witchy Woman

Thaumaturgy -- Boy Satan, Voodoo

Vicious Mockery -- Don't You Know What You Are?

Healing Word -- 13 Ghosts

Cure Wounds -- Greensleeves

Disguise Self -- Pink Panther Theme

~~Heroism -- Holding Out For A Hero~~

Sleep -- Hush Little Baby

Darkness -- One

Invisibility --

Shatter --

Enhance Ability -- We're In This Together Now

~~Bestow Curse -- God's Gonna Cut You Down~~

Fear -- Shark Attack

Fireball --

Dispel Magic --

Counterspell --

## Vignettes

* Obey Thy Mother
* Doing Unto Others
Roddy: Letter to the Firnashes

Dear Esran and Arynis,

It’s Roddy. Which you probably already know, and all. So. By now you’d have heard about what happened. Or at least some of it. I know you’re not interested but this is my letter so I’m going to tell you my side of the story anyway.

Amren framed me for murder. He asked me for my lute back, the one I fished out of the back of the wagon remember? The one nobody cared about, nobody bothered to try to teach me, the one I figured out on my own and that I got really good at, the one that wasn’t a big deal until you guys came into my town and then suddenly it was a ‘family heirloom’ and ‘grandma’s lute’ and everything else.

That was Amren, if you didn’t know. I figured he was lying but my team thought it was a good idea to give him the lute anyway so I did. The lute that I also carved my name into, by the way. That’s relevant.

So I gave it back, wandered around a bit, met an interesting magic lady, and then we wandered back out and the guard tried to arrest me. Of course we happened to have saved the town- by the way that’s the second town I’ve saved, I’ve gotten really good at this adventurer thing since you kicked me out- so they let me run around trying to prove I didn’t do it for a while before.

So, long story short: we gathered enough evidence to show that Amren could have leapt up (he had a Ring of Jumping, did you know that?) and bashed Moria over the head, then slit her throat while she was down. And then ran out using whatever shapeshifty magic he had to look like a tortle. And well, Arynis you provided the motive. So thanks, I guess, for that.

Arynis. I don’t know why you were so helpful. I’m- glad, I guess? I’m not sorry about getting your son arrested. He did it and he tried to pin it on me. I’m not sorry about any of it. Maybe I’m a bit sorry I didn’t have the nerve to say this to your face.

I think it’d be nice if you didn’t come back to Glimmerton. Goodbye.
Mishka: Slow Burn (NSFW)

NSFW (saucy pining)

Set after The Dwarven Ruins, Part 2.

Hansel fell asleep on his couch in the library.

It wasn't intentional. Hansel just sort've laid down during their conversation, then dozed off. He looked exhausted. He probably hadn't slept in a while. Hansel's head lolled to the side. Hansel was still fully armed and fully clothed, his boots resting on the couch cushions like the uncivilized heathen he was.

Fuck. Mishka *wanted* him.

The way Hansel sprawled on his couch, still armed to the teeth...

Fuck.

He still thought about kissing Hansel all the time, now. It was impossible not to. It burned him up inside. The kiss down in the cargo hold just made it worse, way worse.

It'd feel so fucking good to kiss him again. It'd feel so good to fucking... fuck him again. He still remembered the exact shape of Hansel’s body— still remembered the exact way Hansel used touched him, so carefully and delicately, like Mishka might break if mishandled.

Mishka's jaw clenched tight.

But sometimes it’d get rougher. Mishka preferred that. He didn’t want gentle. He wanted Hansel to bend him in half and break him. So he'd whisper the filthiest things he could think of, trying to goad Hansel into going harder, trying to goad Hansel into getting rough.

Sometimes that worked.

But mostly, it didn’t. Hansel would hush him, and tell him no, and tell him to calm down... and sometimes— if Mishka wanted it bad enough— Mishka would break down and beg.

That never worked either.

Hansel pretty much did as he pleased. Hard to talk him out of it. Mishka missed it.

Mishka swallowed, eyes still shut.

They were not together, Mishka reminded himself. Hansel was asleep on his couch. This was already way more than he deserved. Way more than he was allowed to have. The very idea of Hansel ever wanting to kiss him again, to lie in bed with him again, to touch him again, was ludicrous.

It felt like he'd been dying of thirst in a desert for the past two years. He missed the feeling of hands on skin.

He could wake Hansel up and ask him. Could kiss Hansel awake and see what he’d do— but— Mishka just spent the last few months emotionally torturing him. And it’d worked. *It'd be easier if you just fucking killed me,* Hansel had said. Hansel looked dead, like he hadn’t slept in days.

Mishka let out a breath.

He could wait.

Well. He really didn't have much of a choice.
Lykaos: Daddy

Content Warning: Mild gender dysphoria.

“Come on.”

“Where’re we going, Daddy?”

Daddy smiled.  He was
handsome when he smiled.  One day they’d
be like him. “You’ll see.”

They smiled back, taking quicker steps to catch up.  Daddy was so tall with long, strong strides
that made it hard to keep up with him, but they tried.  All they had to was take quicker steps that
pitter-pattered on the wood floor.
Before they even reached the room they knew where they were going.  Daddy’s study was down this hall.  They’d never gotten to go into Daddy’s study
before.

Daddy chuckled. “Careful so you don’t fall, sweetie.”

“I won’t fall,” they promised.  They stopped with Daddy in front of the
door.  Their heart fluttered wildly with
their excitement and they couldn’t keep the smile off their face as Daddy
reached for the door handle.

The door swung open.

--

She turned the blade over in her hand, watching the candlelight
glint off of the silver metal. “This one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled up at him.  She held up the curved weapon for Daddy to
inspect. “Please?”

Daddy smiled again.
He was always smiling.  She liked
it when he smiled.  One day she’d look
like him.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?”  She
rocked up on her toes before stamping her feet in her eagerness.

“Of course, sweetie.
Remember to take care of it.”

“I will, Daddy!
Promise!”

--

“Daddy…”

“Yes, sweetie?”

He sat down heavily in front of Daddy, tucking his feet
under him on the soft carpet of Daddy’s study. “Why does Mummy hate me?”

The smile Daddy always wore was gone.  “She doesn’t hate you, sweetie.”

“Yes she does.” He fiddled with a loose string. “She said
so.”

Daddy smiled – a small one.
Tiny, but he was still handsome.
One day he’d look like him. “No, she doesn’t hate you.”

“But –“

Daddy held up a finger. “She’s scared of you.”
Samael

Played by Mink, but isn't Mink.

Half-elf I Cleric I Ilmater

## Background

Samael was born in a small village dedicated to the goddess of Loviatar, the Maiden of Pain. He learned from a young age how to use beauty and intelligence to bring about the best form of pain according to Loviatar. He engaged in the appropriate rituals as well, leading to multiple scars on his back, feet, and ankles.

When he was a child, he began to have dreams of a red rope and at 15 he followed those dreams to the abbey of Skyport. There he met Sister Amari who helped him as he struggled to overcome the teachings of Loviatar. At the age of 16 he learned the man in his dreams was Ilmater and he became an acolyte dedicated him though he kept it a secret until he left the abbey several years later.

Despite the teachings of Ilmater, Samael does not believe that the law is wholly good and does not always work within the law. He also believes that sometimes you have to engage in dubious acts in order to further to do good, but he refrains from engaging in those acts unless it has been deemed absolutely necessary.

## Notable Markings

### Tattoos

* Between his shoulder blades rests the mark of Loviatar.

* On his wrists, he has two tattoos that form one when he brings his wrists together. On his left wrist is a right hand bound in red rope, on his right wrists is a left hand bound in red rope. This is the mark of Ilmater.

### Scars

* Several scars from whips cross over his back.
* Scars also mark the undersides, tops of his feet, and his ankles.

## Friends

### Sister Amari

Sister Amari was one of the first clerics he spoke with and she was kind enough to give him advice and not judge him on his past. He adores her.