((I'm sorry! I didn't click edit, I thought I did Instead I clicked reply at the bottom. I'm sorry!))
rolled 1d100 and got 59
Compatability Roll
((Lol rolling real quick.))
rolled 1d100 and got 32
For hilarity's sake. Just checking...
((Poor fella! I hope he gets better soon!))
Aranel was dressed in her own nightgown, loose and pale and seethrough had she not worn that white slip. She took her time and would often take off her glasses if she neared a window. She discovered that seeing the clouds and ground below in such detail contributed to her motion sickness. Otherwise she felt a bit queasy but never really got sick like before.
As said before, she took her time and browsed the area in lonesome silence, though that much was not disliked. It had been a while since she was alone and little beaks like these, the quiet moments alone, really helped her mind clear out and mellow. These breaks brought her a subdued happiness she couldn't quite explain. Aranel avoided the area she was in before retiring to her suite, but not without peeking inside first. The Butler wasn't present there (as far as she could see) so she continued until, at long last, she approached the area he was present in. She stood behind him, listening, waiting. Eventually she cleared her throat very softly in an attempt to distract him.
"Excuse me.... Not that I don't appreciate your help from before, but on behalf of my new acquaintances, I have to ask! Um... How are you here...? I thought you were dead the whole time...," she spoke, her voice soft and barely normal volume.
((I'm sorry if there are mistakes! I wrote this on mobile. C: ))
Aranel was dressed in her own nightgown, loose and pale and seethrough had she not worn that white slip. She took her time and would often take off her glasses if she neared a window. She discovered that seeing the clouds and ground below in such detail contributed to her motion sickness. Otherwise she felt a bit queasy but never really got sick like before.
As said before, she took her time and browsed the area in lonesome silence, though that much was not disliked. It had been a while since she was alone and little beaks like these, the quiet moments alone, really helped her mind clear out and mellow. These breaks brought her a subdued happiness she couldn't quite explain. Aranel avoided the area she was in before retiring to her suite, but not without peeking inside first. The Butler wasn't present there (as far as she could see) so she continued until, at long last, she approached the area he was present in. She stood behind him, listening, waiting. Eventually she cleared her throat very softly in an attempt to distract him.
"Excuse me.... Not that I don't appreciate your help from before, but on behalf of my new acquaintances, I have to ask! Um... How are you here...? I thought you were dead the whole time...," she spoke, her voice soft and barely normal volume.
((I'm sorry if there are mistakes! I wrote this on mobile. C: ))
((It's purely internet related I believe. Most of the time during a post my connection disappears without me noticing, and by the time that connection is fixed, my post is gone. I might need a better router or something like that.))
Aearion raised a brow. At least he had tried to get along with her. Clearly she had no care in the world about the Mer, but still he believes he had scorned her somehow."Well of course we are. You've been hating my guts ever since I laid my eyes upon you. I've done nothing to threaten you, so clearly I've wronged you with my words somehow. But fine. No ceasefire. See me give a damn." He sighed as he rubbed his temples.
Crow's question got the Mer pondering for a little while. What did that letter say again?"According to the letter, these people are possibly brooding to go to war. But these men of tradition are hardly any threat to automized steel. My guess is that the Gentleman fears these people have some sort of secret weapon. Some sort of hidden magic, perhaps, that could turn the tide of battle during war. Why else task us to interrogate a general for information that isn't even specified?" He offered as answer.
The ruckus next door became apparent to Aearion now."What in the blazes is going on over there..." Good. A reason to leave this room of awkward hostility.
As he walked out, he noticed Aranel walk away."Hey, you okay?" Aearion would ask her as he walked for the doorway into the 'brother and sister's' room. Regardless of whether an answer was given, the Mer's eyes widened as he noticed a known figure on the ground. He had seen that way of praying before, that same fear and desperation seemed have to returned."Zaida!?" He'd call out her name, almost gasping."You're alive?! By Melora, I wasn't sure whether I was to cherish hope or grieve! What is going on here?"
The room seemed busy, but a strange shape took Aearion's attention. These rooms were so very empty regarding decorations that anything out of place seemed to stand out to the Mer. With a sudden spike of interest he picked the little black marble up and keep it close to his eyes, seemingly examining it.
((PS: sad Aranel makes me shed manly tears :'c ))
Aearion raised a brow. At least he had tried to get along with her. Clearly she had no care in the world about the Mer, but still he believes he had scorned her somehow."Well of course we are. You've been hating my guts ever since I laid my eyes upon you. I've done nothing to threaten you, so clearly I've wronged you with my words somehow. But fine. No ceasefire. See me give a damn." He sighed as he rubbed his temples.
Crow's question got the Mer pondering for a little while. What did that letter say again?"According to the letter, these people are possibly brooding to go to war. But these men of tradition are hardly any threat to automized steel. My guess is that the Gentleman fears these people have some sort of secret weapon. Some sort of hidden magic, perhaps, that could turn the tide of battle during war. Why else task us to interrogate a general for information that isn't even specified?" He offered as answer.
The ruckus next door became apparent to Aearion now."What in the blazes is going on over there..." Good. A reason to leave this room of awkward hostility.
As he walked out, he noticed Aranel walk away."Hey, you okay?" Aearion would ask her as he walked for the doorway into the 'brother and sister's' room. Regardless of whether an answer was given, the Mer's eyes widened as he noticed a known figure on the ground. He had seen that way of praying before, that same fear and desperation seemed have to returned."Zaida!?" He'd call out her name, almost gasping."You're alive?! By Melora, I wasn't sure whether I was to cherish hope or grieve! What is going on here?"
The room seemed busy, but a strange shape took Aearion's attention. These rooms were so very empty regarding decorations that anything out of place seemed to stand out to the Mer. With a sudden spike of interest he picked the little black marble up and keep it close to his eyes, seemingly examining it.
((PS: sad Aranel makes me shed manly tears :'c ))
rolled 1d20 and got 18
Quest: notice the marble 15 - 20 equals succes.
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