(Yes)



Harran thinks. "Well the biggest thing will be the animated brass armor... Then, um, there's bound to be some clerics of the old gods, and for all I know, their miracles will still work even in this modern age... there might be some military folks running around, though if it's the last days of the Empire, those'll probably be spread pretty thin... then there may be, um, crocodiles... Er..." Harran frowns. "Um... if I came with you... do you two think you could keep me safe...?"

"We would love to have you along. You could gain more knowledge of the place and we should be able to keep you safe !" Evan says with some confidence.

Harran gets excited. "I really want to do this. It'll be the learning experience of a lifetime-- and if I can help you, I can try to help make sure that history remains history. I'm going to trust you two to keep me safe-- you just feel like experienced professional adventurers to me..."

(When you're ready to leave this fig-grove-lunching-area, Harran will come with you.)

In reply to The Sage Harran (msg # 44):

Myra nods as Harran starts his descriptions; then, when he asks about keeping him safe, her face freezes. At Evan's confident response, however, she suddenly nods in agreement. And, when Harran says that they feel like experienced professional adventurers, her nodding somehow becomes even more enthusiastic, almost to the point of threatening to send her head sailing from her shoulders.

"Of course!" she adds enthusiastically, and strikes another majestic pose as her cape flutters in the (non-existent) breeze behind her. "We ARE experienced professional adventurers! And with your knowledge and wisdom, this will be our most compelling adventure series yet!"

She lets the image soak in for a moment or two, before grinning at Harran. "Great! And we can tell you all about our previous adventures on the way!"

OOC: I'm ready to move on! And if Harran isn't impressed with the Tale of the Dread Pirate Harkaway, Myra is not above making up additional adventures that are suitably impressive.

Evan adds to Myra's tales with a bit of magic to add to the impressiveness of it.

Crashes of thunder, a flash of lightning or two, and his own additions seemingly having as much fun as an entertainer as an adventurer.

Harran is suitably impressed. Near the end of the Harkaway tale he even gets out a little notebook and starts taking notes.

(Just let me know when it's time to move on. No rush tho.)

"Well we can talk more along the way. We can gather some of the fruit here to help us out with food stuffs." Evan starts helping pack up letting Harran write his notes.

You move on... Harran rides on the lizard behind Myra.

You don't see anything unusual until you come to a large (25 or 30 feet, or somewhere in-between) wicker effigy of a horse.

"Slow down, slow down," says Harran. "Just a moment, this is important..."

Myra looks at the wicker horse with suspicion.

"Are there people inside? I heard a story once about how an army tricked a city by gifting them a huge horse with people inside..."

"People, inside that ? Nah that's crazy."

Evan looks to Myra.

"No no-- this was made in the past... or by people who've come here from the past... but it would be empty.

The nomad tribes around here-- in the present, I mean-- don't make such things... this was made by followers of one of the ancient gods... Rashida, the Eternal, goddess of silence. See that turquoise dye around the hooves? Rashida was honored by meditating at the front feet of such horses. I... would like to try it. 20 minutes should be enough to appease... anyone... watching. I'm not saying I believe Rashida is watching... but I wonder if the people who made this horse might be nearby, observing..." Harran eyes the foothills around you. You don't see anyone... but maybe that's because they don't want to be seen...?

Joins Harran in his harmless activity.

In reply to The Sage Harran (msg # 52):

Myra nods, and begins looking around the area carefully.

"Ok, you all do that, and I'll keep an eye out. And when you're done, maybe I'll go next, and you all can watch over me. You know, just in case."

"You got it Myra." Evan gives her a thumbs up.

Harran goes and sits at the foot of the horse... he sort of sways back and forth...

This goes on for ten minutes... fifteen... tw--

Uh-oh.

A hawk suddenly flies down from the sky, diving straight for Harran.

Except this is no ordinary hawk-- this one is made of brass. It's some sort of magical creation.

Well, for now, the point is, it has sharp claws, and it's about to attack Harran...

(Either of you can run over and get there in time, if you wish. Or for all I remember you have missile weapons or magic that you could maybe use. Whatever!)

Evan was right there with Harran so he wants to use a burst of lightning on the brass falcon to knock it away.


14:26, Today: Evan rolled 3 using 2d4 with rolls of 1,2.  Lightning Zap.

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Evan zaps the hawk strongly... but it crashes into Evan.

Evan's bracers magically protect Evan... BUT... Evan is traumatized... Evan starts having flashbacks of one of the scariest moments of the ship graveyard... (Which moment, Evan?)


(GM rolls die: Evan's Charming stat is reduced to 1 for now...)

(Also: Later, Evan finds that the magical Healing Pill is now lost...)

At least Harran is safe and the brass hawk is defeated...?

That shark seal thing he was pretty scared of that so flash backs of what could have happened with that. The Hawks talons like the sharks teeth mix in his mind.

He stays where he is arms above him trembling forgetting to ask if Harran is ok.

In reply to Evan (msg # 59):

Myra had not been paying much attention after so much time had passed in such a boring manner, so she's caught by surprise when the bird appears out of nowhere. It takes her a moment to dismount from the lizard, and by the time she's down it's all over. She rushes over to check on the duo.

"Are you ok? What happened?" She looks back and forth between Evan and Harran in surprise and worry.... especially since Evan does not seem to be responding. She notices him trembling in fear, and wraps an arm around him. "It's gone, you're safe, it's ok...." she whispers to him. "It's broken; it can't hurt you anymore... you're safe."


OOC: Attempting to Console Evan by being Insightful.
19:34, Today: Myra rolled 6 using 2d4 ((3,3)).

Ooof. So... let's get rid of the Trauma penalty, but deal with an attack!

(Evan's trauma is fixed!

That's the good news!)

"Look out!" says Harran, pointing behind you (as he backs up even farther away from what's behind you).

(GM rolls dice on his secret list of encounters...)

A thing like a jellyfish-- two-foot pink semi-transparent glob, four-foot trailing tentacles-- is floating in the air near you. It's silent, so it snuck up on you...

The tentacles reach out for you...

(Time for more violence!)

"Huh what ? Yeah yeah thanks Myra." Shakes his head.

"What is THAT."

Looks at the jellyfish.

Evan tries to make up for zoning out and tries to slash at it with his scimitar.


19:24, Today: Evan rolled 7 using 2d4 with rolls of 4,3.  Forceful attacks on Jelly.

OOC: Not sure if this is separate or an assist, but here goes!

At Harran's warning, Myra springs to her feet, and her eyes grow wide at the sudden appearance of the creature that almost snuck up on them.

"Nevermore!" she says as she draws her rapier, and with it she executes three quick thrusts into the creature's center of mass.

OOC:
Get Violent (Agile):
23:29, Today: Myra rolled 5 using 2d6 ((4,1)).

(Evan went first, and got a 4, so Evan got it.

In future, though, Myra-- it's d4s, not d6s. But no harm no foul this time!

Anyway, Evan:

--On a roll of 4, you defeat the enemy. Narrate how this happens!)

The jelly fish thing keeps getting closer and closer and Evan keeps chopping each slice reducing the Jelly by bits till the dry sand is covered in shiney quivering bits of jelly and things that had been floating in the creature's tummy.

(Well-done! You may now Loot The Area if you like... also, Harran has a special thing to point out (when you're ready, just let me know).)