We have our missing lunatic back! Which means we are once again:
Celyn Bettws: fairy-touched lunatic rogue/cleric of the god of (to pick the things relevant to this) hope, madness, things out of season, chaos, luck, risktakers, theatre people, fate.
Viepuck: orphan child bard/warlock lunatic with an eldritch flying octopus familiar, survivor of an orphan-sacrificing scheme.
Izgil Moonseeker: dwarven moon sorceror lunatic who is collecting relevant vibes.
Robin of Abenfyrd, of the Order of the Charitable Wanderer: the paladin. (Of the god of travel, trade, hospitality, charity, outsiders.)
Writing this up mostly as a service to the GM and for the entertainment of the friends who listen to me natter. ;)
To bridge between last session and this one we did a bunch of stuff in email at various points in the timeline. This produced ( many results )
Then we had play today:
( And more things happened. )
Now we are off to figure out wtf is up with the baroness.
After we broke up we got (in email) a missive from the town we'd sent the familiar to, in which a local captain reported that a purple octopus popped out of the fireplace, covered his secretary in ink, scrawled 'IDA CLEENSEAU NEWS NOW' on the desk, turned into a dog, licked his hand, and loped out with tail-wagging cheerfulness.
So now we know what the familiar thinks of as a job well done.
Celyn Bettws: fairy-touched lunatic rogue/cleric of the god of (to pick the things relevant to this) hope, madness, things out of season, chaos, luck, risktakers, theatre people, fate.
Viepuck: orphan child bard/warlock lunatic with an eldritch flying octopus familiar, survivor of an orphan-sacrificing scheme.
Izgil Moonseeker: dwarven moon sorceror lunatic who is collecting relevant vibes.
Robin of Abenfyrd, of the Order of the Charitable Wanderer: the paladin. (Of the god of travel, trade, hospitality, charity, outsiders.)
Writing this up mostly as a service to the GM and for the entertainment of the friends who listen to me natter. ;)
To bridge between last session and this one we did a bunch of stuff in email at various points in the timeline. This produced ( many results )
Then we had play today:
( And more things happened. )
Now we are off to figure out wtf is up with the baroness.
After we broke up we got (in email) a missive from the town we'd sent the familiar to, in which a local captain reported that a purple octopus popped out of the fireplace, covered his secretary in ink, scrawled 'IDA CLEENSEAU NEWS NOW' on the desk, turned into a dog, licked his hand, and loped out with tail-wagging cheerfulness.
So now we know what the familiar thinks of as a job well done.