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This side session occured simultaneously to [[ARW/Session 1|Session 1]], ending just prior to when the Destroyer Wyrm revealed itself. | This side session occured simultaneously to [[ARW/Session 1|Session 1]], ending just prior to when the Destroyer Wyrm revealed itself. | ||
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' Capture was not pleasant. While the caretakers, as they'd called themselves, had treated the children with care and dignity, if not much love, it was a far cry from the subject slavery that Aileen had found herself in. She had been kept awake for two days now, chained to the floor of this - this vessel, whatever it was. Captured from what had once been her home, these - 'True Freecasters' as she'd heard them calling themselves, had brought her first to one place - keeping her under guard, hands locked up and gagged. While they could not stop the whisphered voices or those items moving around her, the little spirits that constantly surrounded her were of little help here, more intent on playing about jangling her chains than freeing her. And once she'd been chained down securely, here, Aileen had been kept awake by the constant ritual being cast around her. While she was no longer gagged, the solemn, grey-faced men and women had ignored her attempts to talk, only feeding her like a child. Only the bare minimum was given for privacy, the strange spells cast around, and through her, and the wooden walls did not block out all the wind - suffice to say - it was not a pleasant experience at all. | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' has long since given up on struggling and continues to lie there just as she was chained, her mind hazy from the situation she was brough into, simply trying to escape even if it had to do so without her body. Occasionaly Aileen weakly tries to move away from any particularly unpleasant sensation, despite the futility of even trying. For most of the time her eyes stare at the ceiling without focus, only regaining a faint resemble of vibrancy when she is being fed. | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' has long since given up on trying to meet these grim faces eyes and no longer tries to plead for help, or for mercy. How long has this been going on now? She does not know anymore, all feeling of time lost. | |
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' The floor, at least, was warm. The wooden structure itself was built upon something else - it moved with an unnatural feeling of weightlessness, and her hands were pressed firmly to it by the chains. Days, perhaps? It had been... several meals worth, at least. Not bad fare, fortunately. | |
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' "What's wrong?" The voices sometimes asked things of her. Childish, playful, occasionally mischevious, they were at least some company that she could talk to. Too innumerous to name individually, they neverthless were something other than the blank stares of her captors. "You're being boring not moving like this..." Her chains jangle again. | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' thinks about these questions, having little else to do. Her voice is weak, when she tries to respond, her unresponsive captors long since having become something like lifeless moving statues in her mind. "Can .. can someone forget how to move?" The little spirits were sometimes mean, often unhelpful, even harmful from time to time, but never outright malicious or nefarious. Strange how they were her only company now. Were they holding and keeping her bound to this world as well? | |
| − | (Roll was not passed) | + | |
| − | + | '''* Aileen''' ponders the question, but her mind drifts off and loses track again. "Do you think that ... ? I wish I could have some juice, or a fruit once in a while. I think my legs are hurting again." She tries to stretch it out weakly, but it only marginally helps her feel better and she soon gives up again, deciding to simply bear it, hoping for it to pass over not too slowly. | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' sighs. "I should be sorry for being boring, ... should I?" She counts her breathing. Seven. Is that a nice number? Maybe nine is better. "I'm sorry .. I'm sorry for being boring." She weakly moves her hand, curling her fingers in and out. "I wish .. I had someone to hold my hand. Would that make me feel better? Would I like them, or would I hate them?" | |
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' "We can always move things for you, if you ask nicely! And wiggle your fingers all around!" It was pretty hard to remember the right words - there were certain incantations the spirits would respond to, but could she about manage it? Some of the guards had left some food nearby for the chanters, though it lay uneven - could she perhaps try to snag it with magic? | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' stares at the ceiling and thinks about the offer. Was she hungry? Thirsty? The bound girl weakly turns her head - rather more allowing it to flop to the side than actually turning it - and tries to look at the food, taking a few moments to refocus her eyes to do so. "Is that some bread over there? I wish it was warm. You promised did you? Or are you only teasing me again?" | |
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' (Make a concentration roll in ooc - d20+caster level+charisma ability score. You need to pass 15.) | |
| − | (Roll was passed) | + | |
| − | + | <p class"ednote">(Roll was not passed)</p> | |
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| − | + | '''* Aileen''' tries to move her fingers, curling them open and closed a few more times and her arm begins to tremble slightly with the effort, feeling so weak without any exercise at all. But moving when chained down like this .. it is so unpleasant, a small torture in itself, a reminder that she was bound. Painful, one more bleak moment. She closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them again, she begs the spirits for their help. ".. bread .. could I have some of that bread please?" | |
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| − | + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' The spirits go silent a bit, and there is blessed quiet for the moment. Something is dragged into view - a piece of chalk? Then... an oil flask. -Perhaps not quite what she asked for. "...What's bread?" | |
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| − | </ | + | '''* Aileen''' coughs a little. Why did she try to speak again? Ah, to have someone to talk to .. and maybe some nice bread. That would be nice. What she gets instead is ... is that chalk? And a flask of oil. At least they were trying. Were they? It could be on purpose after all. She closes her eyes and tries to focus on a good thought. Was there a reason to try though? Still .. it was better than nothing .. probably. How long had she been in here? She did not know anymore, everything a bit of grey. There was something .. she had been asked. "I like warm, especially warm bread. It tastes good with butter and some cheese. Or mashed apples with cinnamon." |
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| + | '''* Aileen''' opens her eyes again, trying to see if there was some bread she could ask the spirits haunting her for. Or point it out to them. "It smells good when it was just freshly pulled out of the oven. Do you think I will get to enjoy that smell again some time?" | ||
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| + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' "Nice smells are good... but oh hey this smells odd!" The oil isn't quite.. odd, but it was distinctive. "Is cinnamon good to eat?" Around Aileen, circles of runes surround the girl, concentric rings - chalk outlines, enmeshed with her chain outlines. "Do you remember Tanny? She was very annoying, but was funny to smell. Was that what cinnamon smells like?" Tanny - one of the girls at the monastery. That seemed so long ago. | ||
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| + | '''<Aileen>''' "I think .. I would like to smell something good now. The wind is not so nice in here. I wish I had something warmer to wear. It is cold." She opens her eyes a little, blinking, and looks at the oil flask. Was it cooking oil? Oil for a lamp? Some other kind of oil? What does cinnamon have to do with oil? .. oh .. "It is .. but not on it's own .. it makes some food taste even better .. like apples. When was the last time I did have a nice cooked apple? Or a baked apple .. with honey .. and cinnamon. I'm tired. Why don't they let me sleep? I'm tired .. " | ||
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| + | '''* Aileen''' stares at the chalk circle, but the lines swim before her eyes when she tries to concentrate. "Do you think .. they will wake me again? If I try to sleep now? I wish they were nicer about it. Tanny was just always loud, not really annoying. She only wanted the attention. She really was older than me, but so immature .. when was her birthday again? I don't think she smelled that funny ... did she?" The memories were so hazy and fuzzy .. why wouldn't they let her sleep? | ||
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| + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' Another pause. Aileen could feel her hair being braided back, a soft touch toying with her locks. "You should relax, you're no fun like this... We could scare them away if you want to sleep!" "Yeah!" It's a quiet, yet happy voice, this one, a single cheerful thing in this captivity. | ||
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| + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' (If you want to try to get to sleep, make another concentration roll) | ||
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| + | <p class"ednote">(Roll was passed)</p> | ||
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| + | '''<Aileen>''' A small glimmer of hope ... sleep sounded so nice right now, could it be true? She would be punished for it later, she was sure, but the thought of sleep was enticing her. When was the last time she had slept? She curls the fingers of her left hand, weak from misuse, and let them fall open again. It hurt a little, she does not understand why. Being held unable to move in these cold constraints was hurting her limbs, but there was nothing she could do. "I wonder ... are you really spirits, or just a part of me? I don't suppose you would like to give me a clear answer on this now, do you?" She sighs and for the first time .. in she does not know how many hours .. or was it days? .. she takes another look at the grey-faced shapes holding her captive and bound. Why did they even remove her gag? Although .. no matter how small .. it was a favour at least. Aileen sighs, the fuzziness of sleep deprivation made thinking so much more difficult .. and painful .. and hazy. | ||
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| + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' The spirits whisper encouragingly - whirling about her with slight winds, buffeting her with soothing winds. Slowly, very slowly, sleep is within grasp. | ||
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| + | '''<Aileen>''' "Do you really think that would work? Scaring them away?" What could the spirits do to scare those grey-faced .. who or what were they anyway and why did they do this to her? Why didn't she get that bread? That would have been nice. Even without the butter and cheese .. or the mashed apples and cinnamon. "I wish the chains weren't so freezing cold .. or at least wrapped in something .. I think my left wrist hurts more than my right. Should I try to even it out? I guess that would be a stupid thing to do." | ||
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| + | '''<Aileen>''' "I'm so tired .. tired ... please, whatever you can do .. I just want to sleep." | ||
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| + | '''* Aileen''' lets out a deep sigh and closes her eyes, too tired to go on trying desperately to stay awake, in order to avoid anymore punishment. Her exhaustion overcomes the small girl quickly and - unless woken up ... again - she finally drifts off to sleep. | ||
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| + | '''<Remnant_GM>''' And, with just a bare rumble of noise, sleep comes to take her away. | ||
| + | </div> | ||
Revision as of 06:17, 10 April 2016
| Campaign | Remnant Wings |
| Arc | Act 1.1: the Truthseekers and the Destroyer Wyrm |
| Date | Saturday, 27 Oct 2012 |
| Game Master | Lily Fae |
| Players | Youmu (as Aileen) |
This side session occured simultaneously to Session 1, ending just prior to when the Destroyer Wyrm revealed itself.
Log Contents
<Remnant_GM> Capture was not pleasant. While the caretakers, as they'd called themselves, had treated the children with care and dignity, if not much love, it was a far cry from the subject slavery that Aileen had found herself in. She had been kept awake for two days now, chained to the floor of this - this vessel, whatever it was. Captured from what had once been her home, these - 'True Freecasters' as she'd heard them calling themselves, had brought her first to one place - keeping her under guard, hands locked up and gagged. While they could not stop the whisphered voices or those items moving around her, the little spirits that constantly surrounded her were of little help here, more intent on playing about jangling her chains than freeing her. And once she'd been chained down securely, here, Aileen had been kept awake by the constant ritual being cast around her. While she was no longer gagged, the solemn, grey-faced men and women had ignored her attempts to talk, only feeding her like a child. Only the bare minimum was given for privacy, the strange spells cast around, and through her, and the wooden walls did not block out all the wind - suffice to say - it was not a pleasant experience at all.
* Aileen has long since given up on struggling and continues to lie there just as she was chained, her mind hazy from the situation she was brough into, simply trying to escape even if it had to do so without her body. Occasionaly Aileen weakly tries to move away from any particularly unpleasant sensation, despite the futility of even trying. For most of the time her eyes stare at the ceiling without focus, only regaining a faint resemble of vibrancy when she is being fed.
* Aileen has long since given up on trying to meet these grim faces eyes and no longer tries to plead for help, or for mercy. How long has this been going on now? She does not know anymore, all feeling of time lost.
<Remnant_GM> The floor, at least, was warm. The wooden structure itself was built upon something else - it moved with an unnatural feeling of weightlessness, and her hands were pressed firmly to it by the chains. Days, perhaps? It had been... several meals worth, at least. Not bad fare, fortunately.
<Remnant_GM> "What's wrong?" The voices sometimes asked things of her. Childish, playful, occasionally mischevious, they were at least some company that she could talk to. Too innumerous to name individually, they neverthless were something other than the blank stares of her captors. "You're being boring not moving like this..." Her chains jangle again.
* Aileen thinks about these questions, having little else to do. Her voice is weak, when she tries to respond, her unresponsive captors long since having become something like lifeless moving statues in her mind. "Can .. can someone forget how to move?" The little spirits were sometimes mean, often unhelpful, even harmful from time to time, but never outright malicious or nefarious. Strange how they were her only company now. Were they holding and keeping her bound to this world as well?
* Aileen ponders the question, but her mind drifts off and loses track again. "Do you think that ... ? I wish I could have some juice, or a fruit once in a while. I think my legs are hurting again." She tries to stretch it out weakly, but it only marginally helps her feel better and she soon gives up again, deciding to simply bear it, hoping for it to pass over not too slowly.
* Aileen sighs. "I should be sorry for being boring, ... should I?" She counts her breathing. Seven. Is that a nice number? Maybe nine is better. "I'm sorry .. I'm sorry for being boring." She weakly moves her hand, curling her fingers in and out. "I wish .. I had someone to hold my hand. Would that make me feel better? Would I like them, or would I hate them?"
<Remnant_GM> "We can always move things for you, if you ask nicely! And wiggle your fingers all around!" It was pretty hard to remember the right words - there were certain incantations the spirits would respond to, but could she about manage it? Some of the guards had left some food nearby for the chanters, though it lay uneven - could she perhaps try to snag it with magic?
* Aileen stares at the ceiling and thinks about the offer. Was she hungry? Thirsty? The bound girl weakly turns her head - rather more allowing it to flop to the side than actually turning it - and tries to look at the food, taking a few moments to refocus her eyes to do so. "Is that some bread over there? I wish it was warm. You promised did you? Or are you only teasing me again?"
<Remnant_GM> (Make a concentration roll in ooc - d20+caster level+charisma ability score. You need to pass 15.)
(Roll was not passed)
* Aileen tries to move her fingers, curling them open and closed a few more times and her arm begins to tremble slightly with the effort, feeling so weak without any exercise at all. But moving when chained down like this .. it is so unpleasant, a small torture in itself, a reminder that she was bound. Painful, one more bleak moment. She closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them again, she begs the spirits for their help. ".. bread .. could I have some of that bread please?"
<Remnant_GM> The spirits go silent a bit, and there is blessed quiet for the moment. Something is dragged into view - a piece of chalk? Then... an oil flask. -Perhaps not quite what she asked for. "...What's bread?"
* Aileen coughs a little. Why did she try to speak again? Ah, to have someone to talk to .. and maybe some nice bread. That would be nice. What she gets instead is ... is that chalk? And a flask of oil. At least they were trying. Were they? It could be on purpose after all. She closes her eyes and tries to focus on a good thought. Was there a reason to try though? Still .. it was better than nothing .. probably. How long had she been in here? She did not know anymore, everything a bit of grey. There was something .. she had been asked. "I like warm, especially warm bread. It tastes good with butter and some cheese. Or mashed apples with cinnamon."
* Aileen opens her eyes again, trying to see if there was some bread she could ask the spirits haunting her for. Or point it out to them. "It smells good when it was just freshly pulled out of the oven. Do you think I will get to enjoy that smell again some time?"
<Remnant_GM> "Nice smells are good... but oh hey this smells odd!" The oil isn't quite.. odd, but it was distinctive. "Is cinnamon good to eat?" Around Aileen, circles of runes surround the girl, concentric rings - chalk outlines, enmeshed with her chain outlines. "Do you remember Tanny? She was very annoying, but was funny to smell. Was that what cinnamon smells like?" Tanny - one of the girls at the monastery. That seemed so long ago.
<Aileen> "I think .. I would like to smell something good now. The wind is not so nice in here. I wish I had something warmer to wear. It is cold." She opens her eyes a little, blinking, and looks at the oil flask. Was it cooking oil? Oil for a lamp? Some other kind of oil? What does cinnamon have to do with oil? .. oh .. "It is .. but not on it's own .. it makes some food taste even better .. like apples. When was the last time I did have a nice cooked apple? Or a baked apple .. with honey .. and cinnamon. I'm tired. Why don't they let me sleep? I'm tired .. "
* Aileen stares at the chalk circle, but the lines swim before her eyes when she tries to concentrate. "Do you think .. they will wake me again? If I try to sleep now? I wish they were nicer about it. Tanny was just always loud, not really annoying. She only wanted the attention. She really was older than me, but so immature .. when was her birthday again? I don't think she smelled that funny ... did she?" The memories were so hazy and fuzzy .. why wouldn't they let her sleep?
<Remnant_GM> Another pause. Aileen could feel her hair being braided back, a soft touch toying with her locks. "You should relax, you're no fun like this... We could scare them away if you want to sleep!" "Yeah!" It's a quiet, yet happy voice, this one, a single cheerful thing in this captivity.
<Remnant_GM> (If you want to try to get to sleep, make another concentration roll)
(Roll was passed)
<Aileen> A small glimmer of hope ... sleep sounded so nice right now, could it be true? She would be punished for it later, she was sure, but the thought of sleep was enticing her. When was the last time she had slept? She curls the fingers of her left hand, weak from misuse, and let them fall open again. It hurt a little, she does not understand why. Being held unable to move in these cold constraints was hurting her limbs, but there was nothing she could do. "I wonder ... are you really spirits, or just a part of me? I don't suppose you would like to give me a clear answer on this now, do you?" She sighs and for the first time .. in she does not know how many hours .. or was it days? .. she takes another look at the grey-faced shapes holding her captive and bound. Why did they even remove her gag? Although .. no matter how small .. it was a favour at least. Aileen sighs, the fuzziness of sleep deprivation made thinking so much more difficult .. and painful .. and hazy.
<Remnant_GM> The spirits whisper encouragingly - whirling about her with slight winds, buffeting her with soothing winds. Slowly, very slowly, sleep is within grasp.
<Aileen> "Do you really think that would work? Scaring them away?" What could the spirits do to scare those grey-faced .. who or what were they anyway and why did they do this to her? Why didn't she get that bread? That would have been nice. Even without the butter and cheese .. or the mashed apples and cinnamon. "I wish the chains weren't so freezing cold .. or at least wrapped in something .. I think my left wrist hurts more than my right. Should I try to even it out? I guess that would be a stupid thing to do."
<Aileen> "I'm so tired .. tired ... please, whatever you can do .. I just want to sleep."
* Aileen lets out a deep sigh and closes her eyes, too tired to go on trying desperately to stay awake, in order to avoid anymore punishment. Her exhaustion overcomes the small girl quickly and - unless woken up ... again - she finally drifts off to sleep.
<Remnant_GM> And, with just a bare rumble of noise, sleep comes to take her away.
