[OOC: Glad you're enjoying it
it's a lot nicer when the game doesn't die off after a week or two
For the main campaign I have more pcs than we needm so if we lose a few we can easily keep going. I also have npcs on standby if it drops off to even 1 player, but I don't expect that to happen]
As they are settling down, Pyros makes his comment to Znot. The goblin looks a bit shocked, then laughs.
Not bad kid. Not bad. Although most goblins would be trail rations for old Crag too... he winks at the kender, then rolls over to go to sleep.
Pyros lays back, ready for sleep. He is a little exhausted from his long travel and the emotional excitement of the game. His mind wanders in countless, unpredictable directions as his eyes slowly close.
Hehheehe, get up, silly! A familiar female voice giggles and calls to him. He rolls over in his comfy linen sheets and pulls his pillow over his head, mumbling something incomprehensible about sleeping. His brain feebly tries to identify the speaker...
so familiar...
A bright white light fills the room...
she must have opened the curtains... he thinks drowsily. Stuffing the corners of the pillow further around his face, he seeks to shut out the light.
C'mon, she calls, growing just a little impatient.
You'll sleep the whole day away... Pyros tosses fitfully and moans in protest.
Pyro... the delicate voice is thick with genuine concern
can't you help me? The plea hangs unnaturally in the air, and a red light replaces the white. A sudden chill breeze blows in with the scent of copper in the air.
The kender discards the pillow around his head, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright light. Streams of white peek through the red-stained linen curtains, as if someone had splashed a bucket of red dye on them.
Is Tendrow redecorating...? Turning to the source of the voice he saw his beautiful young bride... her dress matched the curtains and she had her delicate hands pressed to her middle, while red dye spilled out onto her pale yellow sundress.
If you hold the dye sponge like that your dress... he began, but his words died on his tongue as he took in her pale and pained face.
Tendrow! He cried with concern, moving to her. She stepped rapidly away from him, towards the window.
Why didn't you help me? she pleaded, heartbroken.
Where were you? I needed you! she began to cry pitifully, leaning against the open window.
Pyros began to move to comfort her, but she threw up one red-stained hand and shouted
Stay back! Shimmering tears welled up in her bloodshot eyes...
You should have saved me... she whispered. Slowly, like sap seeping down a tree, she fell forward out the treehouse window.
Without thought, Pyros dove after her into the misty morn. The fall seemed to take forever, and an ever increasing fog obscured his falling bride from his sight. The cold wind rushed by him, causing a shiver down to his soul. He vaguely wondered when they would hit the ground, and then he saw her. Her body lay broken on a jagged granite stone, eyes starting blankly up at him in disappointment. He rushed to meet her, and the stone embraced them both.
Starting awake, Pyros shook off the sleep with some effort. He lay in a pallet made of his blankets and clothes, his head on his pack. Working a stiff shoulder, he discovered he had been sleeping on rock that was not quite flat. Cold, damp morning dew penetrated his clothes as his blanket had been fitfully cast aside during the night. The fog from the night before seems to have lifted somewhat.
[Pyros gains 1 stp. Typically I award xp after sleeping, but since it was such a short 'day' I'll roll it over to the next one]