Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Amaja is sitting amidst the campfire with her satchel in her lap, sitting on one of the stumps amongst the site. She glanced around momentarily to see everyone walking around mentioning her name as if she was lost, taking one of the bits of rations from her satchel and nibbling quietly. Confused to why they would want to go looking for her when she was sitting in front of them the whole time. Sighing to herself a sweat drop forms over her head at all of the people being oblivious to her presence. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be so quiet all the time.

((Fuck all of you, seriously.))

Paulson smiles as he sees the Tabby sitting quietly by the fire and decides to go visit her.

Hey there Amaja! Did you get any rest last night? Man was that a crazy day. He notices her nibbling on some food and a wave of hunger hits him. He smiles sheepishly at her.

Would you mind sharing some of that? I honestly can’t remember the last time I ate!

Staring at the distant-gazing Theresa, Susanna’s ear twitches. Putting a hand on the rogue’s shoulder, she turns. Through a small gap over a fallen pine, their current location offers a clear view over the camp. And sat calmly, quietly in the centre…

Susanna puts her hand over her face and groans. “Let’s just find McCardell, ‘kay?”

Keith stands to start his search for Amaja, who is unaware of her obvious presence in the camp.

Ok, let me just go get my pole-arm, it might come in handy, who knows what we might find out there.

He walks to the place where he was meditating, only to trip with the person he was looking for. He accidentally knocks her food out of her hands. Keith falls to the ground.

Oh damn… I’m sorry.

Listening to Paulson speak, he learns that it was Amaja who he tripped with.

I finally find you. It’s hard to find someone like this. Anyways… Amaja, could I speak with you for a while?

Paulson snickered when Keith tripped over Amaja and he busted out into full on laughter at his last question. Well you can ask all you want but she won’t do much speaking, I can tell you that.

Amaja had broken off a half for Paulson and was in the middle of handing it to him when Keith stumbled into her knocking the half from her hand to plop into the moist ground from the morning dew. She looked down at it momentarily, feeling guilty that she let the food go to waste that an ally could have used themselves. Thinking for a moment, Amaja hands the ration half she still had to Paulson and took up the one from the ground. Brushing it off with her sleeve she turned it over and looked to see if there was anything to looked to be amiss with it before taking a small bite looking up to the two standing before her. Her ears drooping slightly with Keith asking to speak with her till Paulson made mention he wouldn’t get a response from her. At least some people understood the kind of person she was.

((P.S. Still fuck you commie and your shit about not getting your food, and fuck you Keith for trying to TALK TO AMAJA….. I’mma kick your ass :I))

(jasmina comes and trips over amaja and accidently smashes the food)

Jasmina finnally appears at the camp and see’s paulson and keith gathered around amaja for some reason;she decides to walk over to them.

(best post ever,i was laaaaazy)

((Haha I know XP And after all your bitching about no one knowing how to communicate with Amaja I asked you yes and no questions. We’re even Bitch.))

Paulson happily started to take the food but as it dropped to the ground, he was crest fallen. When Amaja took her clean half and handed to the sad archer, taking the dirty half for herself, he was amazed at her generosity. He looked at it for a moment before offering her the clean part and sitting down beside Amaja. Thanks honey, but I can survive with a little dirt. He said with a wink which would no doubt earn a blush from the Tabby.

She pulls away from Makar’s embrace, her face beaming with delight. Looking to the the rest of the group who seem to be grouped around Amaja and her rations, then to Mollith, the young girl happily talking to her doll.
As much as I would love for us to remain like this Makar, I think the rest are feeling peckish for poor Amaja’s rations. “Mr.Ardanious” ate today but Mollith is probably getting hungry too. Perhaps you could go find some game while I keep the girl from getting into any trouble.
She kisses Makar again before sending him on his way to hunt. Taking a seat next to Mollith, she listens to the girl talk about her games with Mr.Ardanious while deep in thought.
You can hate me, harm me, despise me, even think I am a monster too Makar, but I’ll love you through it all too. That’s why I was so upset…

((Commie, get on skype, You’ve got some splainin to do.))

…I see… it seems like she is the silent kind…

How am I even going to communicate with her if she can’t talk? I can’t even talk with her using body language or anything. Maybe If I try something else…

Well… you don’t have to talk to me, I just need to know about your powers. They are amazing, and I wanted to see if I could learn something from you.

May I… enter your mind instead? I might be able to find the answers that way.

Pound on the ground once for yes, twice for no.

what are you all doing?
she doesnt understand why keith is being so dumb

Amaja’s cheeks turn a deep red between both Paulson’s flirtation and Keith’s sudden question about, entering her mind? She looked at him completely baffled by the declaration. How does one enter the mind, it was not something she was familiar with and made her really nervous to even respond. She glanced over to Paulson quizzically with a shrug of her shoulders.

Hannibal looks over at Keith asking to enter Amaja’s mind.

My gods, this guy’s almost as bad as….me. Wait…

The archer understood what Amaja was asking and turned to Keith.
She doesn’t get what you’re asking her kid. Explain it a little more if you would.

Jasmina sighs,dissapointed and looks at paulson

I dont think she wants to talk,perhaps you should just leave her be.

Keith is disappointed that he couldn’t didn’t get any response at all.

…All right… I’ll leave her now. I just wanted to ask her about her powers, all I was able to do back then was to cower in fear as everyone fought to the left and right. I’ve already sunk too deep in all of this, I want to at least be able to help us get out.

Why her? Her powers were the only ones I couldn’t identify as either magic or PSI. It would have been very useful if I could learn from her, in the off chance that her powers are PSI based. And still, even if it was magic, it would have helped me to learn some basic spells.

Damn… I am so useless.

Keith lets out his frustration, of feeling like a burden and being unable to do anything about it.

A completely shaved dog runs through the camp screaming at the top of his lungs before jumping into the stream and swimming away.

Delilah walks over to Amaya, nibbling lightly on some dried fruits as she listens to the conversation. Seeing the mute cat blush, Delilah hangs back a little, trying to determine what is going on. Seeing Keith blunder off, she thinks that Paulson has told him off and walks up to the pair, the beads on her red outfit clicking quietly as she moves.

Are McCardell and Theresa still out scouting? I thought they’d be back by now…

As the pair of Susanna and Theresa are busy searching McCardell finds them first. He jumps down from another tree in front of the two

Ah, there we are. Theresa, I think it’s time for us to begin our scouting mission. We have spent too much time already looking for each other as opposed to our goal.

He notices Susanna looking slightly flustered but takes little consequence of it

Fine! Ignore me! See if I care!

The paladin really hasn’t been doing much, although lack of food has made him tired. He lazily drags himself to the camp to find Amaja and Paulson eating. His face brightening, he stumbles as fast as he can toward the fire.

“Is… is there any more left? I haven’t eaten since…”

He thinks back to the initial attack by the necromancer. His mind then jumps to the hallucination he had the other night, which makes him shiver.

“…since before the first attack.”

Icarus has a hard time staying upright, and begins to stumble a bit trying to maintain his balance.

Theresa is startled at first. If only she could be as stealthy as this little white dog…
Still, she nodded her head and her and the pair melded into the forest and left sight of Susanna quickly

It didn’t take as long as would be expected to reach these “resting grounds”. The two were thankful for this fact and began to search for any signs of imperial guards or other, more arcane, dangers

((I just have to add: LOL at everyone stealing from Amaja))

I guess no one brought any food..
The White mage sighs again as she goes to take a seat by amaja and begins to meditate.

Delilah shakes her head at all the “adventurers” who apparently didn’t bother to bring food for themselves.

Didn’t any of you pack anything but arrows and knives?

The pregnant cat sighs, sitting on a rock and crossing her legs as she pulls out a bit of jerky and chews on it slowly.

I hope this doesn’t take too long then… or that Paulson takes up doing something other than betting with Albert with his arrows. Its not really fair, anyway… he’s never going to beat you, but he’ll always take your bets.

She sticks out her tongue at the archer over her meal.

“Uh.. heheh… funny story… I left my bag at the inn. All I have with me is my shield, sword, and armor.”

Amaja looks over to Delilah momentarily and raises her shoulders slightly as she shook her head, having not seen Susanna since before the fight with the zombies. She thought about it for a moment and jumped to her feet in a panic, shoving her satchel into Icarus’ chest. She looked around the camp briefly with no sign of Susanna in the immediate area, fearful if something may have happened to her friend. She plopped back down onto the stump and wrapper her sleeved around around herself and looked up to Delilah, an expression of concern on her face.

Paulson smiles at Delilah and shrugs. I can’t help it if your husband is a lousy gambler. But fine if everyone is dieing of starvation, I guess it is up to your faithful archer to go hunting.

He stands up and heads for the woods with a smile on his face. I hope you can all survive until I return.

Hannibal’s head perks up at Paulson’s words.

Hunting? I want to go hunting!

Hannibal links arms with Paulson and they do a manly skip into the wilderness to bring back food.

He’s scouting.

Like a scout

Paulson smiles brightly to Hannibal and joins in the Manly Skip. Wonderful! Let’s go find a deer or a large bear to kill! They continue their Manly Skip way from camp.

“OOF!”

Icarus stumbles a little as the satchel is pressed into his chest.

“You… you mean I can have some?
THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

He sifts through the satchel for food. Upon finding it, he starts to devour a ration’s worth. However, about halfway through, he stops to save same for later.

“I thank you gr-”

He hesitates slightly, noticing the geomancer glancing around.

“Are you looking for something?”

Delilah tilts her head at Amaja, looking around herself before looking back to the geomancer.

Who are you looking for?

The dancer pauses in her eating, furrowing her brow as she thinks. She brightens.

Are you looking for Susanna? I saw her last night… she’s been skulking around the camp. She’s probably hiding using her magic again…

She peers around for an out of place shadow, but sees no sign of the feline writer.

(Auto play,Konar can hunt with someone,talk with someone or just sit still on the stump tree looking at the group alone,he fight when is a battle so night.)

As Paulson and Hannibal skip like real men through they forest, the come upon a large black and white bear. They freeze in mid-skip and quickly duck behind a fallen log. They observe as it stands on it’s hind-legs and eats from a bamboo patch.

What is that?Paulson whispers to Hannibal.

And how are we going to kill it?

Amaja’s ears perk up when the ragamuffin mentions she’d seen Susanna before. Letting out a sigh of relief knowing she was at the very least okay. She looked back to Icarus momentarily now that her panic settled and swiped her satchel back, having seen him almost devour a whole ration in such a short time. She looked in her satchel momentarily to see she still had four rations left, two filled water skins, a two-tone orb painted red and white with a button in the center, and a picture of Susanna. Flipping the flap back over to cover the contents she through the strap over her head to hang onto her shoulder. She looked over to Delilah and gave her a soft gentle smile feeling much better now.

Both McCardell and Theresa feel a chill as they gaze upon the resting grounds. The area is barren and devoid of life apart from the occasional roaming patrols of guards. A Regiment of the Royal Guards of Siilitie circle a large hill, but apart from this single line of defense there are few obstacles. Tents can be seen near the top of the hill, though nobody can be seen moving around the camp. It is unnerving to see so few defenses in an area that is forbidden to all. As McCardell takes notes of these details, Theresa twitches her ears, trying to make out a faint whisper lost in the wind. The assassin looks up to his partner, curious brow raised at her actions. She stares back at him, cupping her ears, it is deathly silent apart from the distant guards. McCardell hastily finishes his notes, a foreboding presence emanating from the Resting Ground, neither of the two wish to remain there for long. As they leave, they both hear faint whispers in the wind.

Hannibal, with a fire in his eyes, looks over at Paulson.

Just follow my lead.

Hannibal rushes the panda, his blades at his sides. Paulson pops out of cover and fires an arrow into the panda’s side. Hannibal then plants one of his blades into the bear’s right shoulder. Hannibal then hamstrings the thing’s hind legs before a paw swipe knocks Hannibal into a tree. The bear slowly lumbers over to Hannibal, now dazed on the ground. Just before he is torn to shreds, Paulson flies from the air and curb stomps the panda, caving in its skull. The two high five, then pick up the panda and bring it back to camp.

Delilah returns her smile, the cat beaming at her friend before going back to her meal, tearing at the tough meat with her teeth.

“Albert…” the dancer murmurs, shaking her head at his choice of tough foods to bring along.

Paulson and Hannibal use their own brute strength to carry the panda back to camp. While skipping back to camp, Paulson smiles and says.

Everyone calm down! There is no need for pandemonium! Cause I think we have enough food here feed a small undead army.

She notices Delilah eating her meal and decides to check on her;She makes her way over to Delilah.

How’re you and Albert? She takes a seat besides Delilah and views her surroundings

I wasn’t here for the past day or so and missed anything that could’ve happened,could you fill me in? She looks at Delilah

Working quickly, Hannibal skins the panda’s carcass, cleans it, and fashions a cloak out of the pelt. How? Because of the amazing abilities of Hannibal and Paulson are unstoppable!

And while you two were busy hunting a rare and vanishing species of this land, we were scouting out our destination…

At this, McCardell and Theresa enter from another clearing in the woods and convene to the rest of the party.

Oh, and if you plan on wearing that their is 50% chance that you will be targeted specifically for defiling one of their beloved animals. Or they’ll be afraid of you. Either way, its your peril.

Quickly they find people of repute (lily, lieselotte, or Makar) and tell their tale of the scouting trip. Whispers and all.

Delilah smiles at the white mage happily ad scoots over a bit to give her a warm seat, the pregnant cat beaming brightly, seeming very full of life today - though the healer knows that well.

Oh, we’re well! We had a nice bath this morning in the stream, and he brushed my hair for me.

She purrs, rolling her shoulders then wincing a little, her shoulder still aching somewhat.

But he’s well. He is worried about me… but very happy he is going to be a father.

As for what happened… you were here for the little girl, weren’t you? Not much has happened since… though Lily seems intent on us getting a start today towards the resting ground, danger or no.

She sighs. “And I was hoping it would be over… but something bad is going on there. I just hope it ends better than it did with Reinhild… I’ve had my fill of dark magic.”

As Paulson summons everyone to gather around the roasting panda, he announces; Guys, we need to come up with a plan to defeat our enemies.

Keith leaves the group and returns to his usual place, which is where his weapon rests.

Looks like I’m alone in this… now I know what it’s like to not have the support of anybody… and anyways, even if some of them wanted to help me, they wouldn’t be able to. I’ll have to work this out by myself.

The lonely cat begins meditating once again. This time it doesn’t take him that long to sense everyone’s presence, but he is still unable to identify any of them. One of those presences seems familiar to him. He decides to interact with that conscience.

Jasmina is imprinted this message:

Who are you?

That’s nice to hear i suppose,good to know you’re doing well.
And yes,i was here for that …Necromancer.


She was about to respond to Delilah again when she hears Keith;she immediatly stops in her tracks

This…Is Jasmina..Who are you?

From thin air, there suddenly burst a great bright light - bright enough to temporarily blind anyone looking directly at it, as well as a piercingly loud whirring sound. The dazzling ball of energy slowly lifted itself from the ground until it hit a bunch of tree branches, causing it to vibrate violently. The whir began to sputter and stutter before the light itself dimmed. Eventually, the ball itself was revealed to be an all-too-familiar box. It lifted one of its sides and practically spat out one of the most awkward-looking cats you could imagine, clothed in incredibly light armor. This cat yelped and flailed it arms until he finally hit solid ground on his back, the tiem masheen quickly following to bounce off his gut with a loud “Clank!”

“Ugh… what hit me?” He sounded dazed and nasal, apparently having no idea where he was.

(OH HAI GUYS GUESS I’LL BE IN HERE AFTER ALL WELP.)

(EDIT: This is supposed to be Carter, in case that wasn’t obvious enough.)

Delilah sighs, looking around the group. Paulson, the man who has never planned anything but how to flirt with the next woman. A blind shiphand. Makar, whose plans seem to consist of charging in with his sword of light. A mute mage. A white mage. A scout who ,the last time she went out, ended up drawing an entire village worth of ire. A quiet and blunt assassin. A drunk. A vampire who seems to be more involved with her newfound friend… though Delilah smiles at that last one, inconvenient as it may be to her personally. She sighs.

With so few guards, maybe we can create a big distraction and sneak in behind them without fighting?