Jun 11, 2024 2:47 am
"I know what healing word sounds like, and it doesn't hurt my head," Aiwë scoffs.
Last edited June 11, 2024 2:49 am
Rolls
History - (1d20)
(19) = 19
12. Silvershield Estate
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Jun 11, 2024 3:14 am
That single word of power left a hole in Aiwe's memories. As she becomes aware of it, feeling the edges of this strange hole, she comes to a gradual, simple, terrifying realization:
That's not the only hole in her memories.
And just like that, in her mind's eye, it's like the structure representing the last few months of her life is suddenly riddled with holes, some two-dozen mental itches that she can't scratch, because they don't exist.
She is missing an alarming amount of memory.
That's not the only hole in her memories.
And just like that, in her mind's eye, it's like the structure representing the last few months of her life is suddenly riddled with holes, some two-dozen mental itches that she can't scratch, because they don't exist.
She is missing an alarming amount of memory.
Jun 11, 2024 3:26 am
Aiwë's scoff fades. "My head." she whispers with growing pain. Her whisper turns into a panicked groan and she puts her face into her hands. "Stella, my head."
Jun 11, 2024 3:44 am
Stella's eyes widen and she stands, stepping over to Aiwë. "What? What's wrong?" She gently puts a hand on Aiwë's shoulder. "I'm so sorry—what did I do?!" She puts a hand to her mouth. "Let's lie you down," she says, guiding Aiwë over to Awie's bed, eye-stars a panicked icy blue somehow with a gentle violet mixed in.
Last edited June 11, 2024 3:45 am
Rolls
Medicine (+1 if Arcana applies instead) - (1d20+4)
(3) + 4 = 7
Jun 11, 2024 3:53 am
Her breath catches at Stella's fear.
Did her magic do this to me?
Don't let her even think that.
"No, no, sister-girl, you didn't do anything." She pats Stella's hand reassuringly. "I went too hard when Koveras and I were sparring earlier. I guess I missed the concussion signs and I stood up really fast just now." She hums a song as though using her healing magic and sits up straight.
"Are my pupils the same size, now?" she asks with a grin.
Did her magic do this to me?
Don't let her even think that.
"No, no, sister-girl, you didn't do anything." She pats Stella's hand reassuringly. "I went too hard when Koveras and I were sparring earlier. I guess I missed the concussion signs and I stood up really fast just now." She hums a song as though using her healing magic and sits up straight.
"Are my pupils the same size, now?" she asks with a grin.
Last edited June 11, 2024 3:54 am
Rolls
Just your resident meathead getting into fights (performance) - (1d20+9)
(5) + 9 = 14
Jun 11, 2024 4:16 am
"Oh." Stella relaxes and squints peering into each of Aiwë's eyes. "I...think so?"
She puffs a laugh. "You didn't accidentally run him through, did you?" she asks, in reference to Aiwë's parents' first spar.
She exhales and steps back, eye-stars settled on teal. "I'll have do some research into Uluemyn—Kossuth—tomorrow after the meeting. Maybe Duke Jannath knows about that too," she says, glancing at her open tome.
"Speaking of which, we better get some rest..." she says dully but forces a smile. "Thanks again."
She puffs a laugh. "You didn't accidentally run him through, did you?" she asks, in reference to Aiwë's parents' first spar.
She exhales and steps back, eye-stars settled on teal. "I'll have do some research into Uluemyn—Kossuth—tomorrow after the meeting. Maybe Duke Jannath knows about that too," she says, glancing at her open tome.
"Speaking of which, we better get some rest..." she says dully but forces a smile. "Thanks again."
Jun 11, 2024 4:24 am
"Of course not! I always let my opponent have the first move." She grins. "It spares me the embarrassment."
"You go head to bed, I'm going to see if I can sneak something from the kitchens. I'm starved."
Aiwë exits the room and stops just outside the door, feeling dizzy despite the pretend nature of her concussion.
What had she forgotten? What had she forgotten!
She takes off her belt knife and belt and carves a message to herself into the leather of its inner surface.
"What have you forgotten?"
"You go head to bed, I'm going to see if I can sneak something from the kitchens. I'm starved."
Aiwë exits the room and stops just outside the door, feeling dizzy despite the pretend nature of her concussion.
What had she forgotten? What had she forgotten!
She takes off her belt knife and belt and carves a message to herself into the leather of its inner surface.
"What have you forgotten?"
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