Re: Prelude - The Way In
"Kisses fade, you say. They do not, they linger...", murmured Artor, finally gathering himself to crouch beside the corpse, his robes and bandages concealing much of the movement itself. He studied it for a moment, even as the others spoke of tracks and steel and sacrifice. One hand snaked out, reaching for the sisk at his belt to carve off one of the creature's hands and place it in a pouch at that selfsame belt.
Wiping the weapon, he stood and cast around for his glaive before turning to the other two, "I will come with you to the sacred grove the aneen seeks"
22:13, Today: Artor rolled 5 using 1d6+2. Recovery. => Fully recovering his Might pool