Recent content by Yavamaya

My counter suggestion would be to open a plot ticket and pursue this IG. It would involve more players this way, and give weight to it if it does happen.

This seems like a lot of effort for little reward aside from being a nuisance and deterrent from players interacting. Being force slept doesn't feel good, particularly as suggested. As a druid player but not an elf, who approaches the wealdath from any which way, this would put me off of...

It is difficult to overstate the importance of oases to the spiritualism of the Bedine. Within, no blood may be shed. An ultimate sacrifice for a people eternally warring amongst themselves. This is not to say that oases are a place of safety. Instead of the passive threat posed by Kozeh, At'ar...

Fiiris had been wounded in body and spirit before fleeing south through alien terrain - Titanic redwoods rising to meet Kozah's own peaks, crested and ridden down into Cormyr. Physical misery was of no consequence to Fiiris, as ritual and herb wrought her body back into a healthful shape...

[What follows is written in the tight, Midani script. Almost certainly in Fiiris' own hand. As cold and calculated as her speech. As always, the perspective is of an outsider looking in. Even when describing herself.] Fiiris. A name chosen by her mother and honored by her father. Bint Kessrin...

I've got many thoughts on the matter, but the only one I have a fully-formed opinion on currently is the idea of making it a "community issue". It already is. In fact, while avoiding full spoilers - there is a very expensive ongoing player-oriented plotline that has grown from the idea of magic...

MITHRAL

JOY

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

PREFACE

Kudos to my Starspire Accord fellows! I'm sure there are more of you out there than just Elim and Lila, but the two of you have been incredible in depicting your character's perspectives on a really hard topic. Also a kudos to the Lower Boroughs players who are taking effort to make things...

TODAY She stopped promptly on the other side of the felled man, her tone becoming at once abrupt as some magic worked through her voice. "I am Elowen Strandholme; Champion of the Divine Right, seeking my purpose in Murann. A single daughter raised by a village and a kind father. Now you know...

A Memory: Oaths "What's got you smiling, eh? Liked that, did you?" Thom was too drunk to properly sneer. He settled on a cocky pose halfway between swagger and stagger. Elowen worked her jaw to stop it from locking up. Taking a moment, she surveyed the group and judged them - they didn't have...

A Memory: Humility They swept through the common room, the earthquake of their stumbling feet rattling the dishes and their shouts drawing more than one wince from the few patrons already present. "Thom, that's quite enough. You know you're supposed to start your drink here, not finish it."...