{"id":1673,"date":"2016-04-27T08:46:09","date_gmt":"2016-04-27T12:46:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1673"},"modified":"2016-03-09T02:50:51","modified_gmt":"2016-03-09T06:50:51","slug":"rhiallis-logistics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2016\/04\/rhiallis-logistics\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Logistics"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cLogistics\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n      \u201cHot Pies! Get your hot pies here! Fresh, hot, and only two silver! Hot pies! Get your hot pies here!\u201d
\n      Rhiallis snagged one from the vendor. She bore a tray marked with the Appletree Inn sigil and wore a colorful sprig of flowers behind her ear. \u201cThank you!\u201d
\n      The envelope of pastry was crisp and flaky; the filling rich and buttery with chunks of beef and carrot and peas. Rhiallis detected a note of sweetness and wondered if some of the bits of potato were actually apple. That\u2019s brilliant,<\/em> she thought. Leave it to Mira to come up with something so tasty and such a good advertisement.<\/em>
\n      The Valorous Order of the Golden Sword met, as usual, to discuss their next steps. So many things came up at once – the group that had gone out in search of Niro\u2019s corpse had returned empty handed, the cleric was still missing, and there were reports of barbarians and a dragon disrupting all the trade routes to the southwest.
\n      \u201cSo, we\u2019re in agreement then?\u201d Celeste asked, wiping a bit of foam from her lips.
\n      \u201cAye,\u201d Cole nodded.
\n      \u201cYes.\u201d
\n      Mira and Sadie spoke in unison. \u201cYup.\u201d
\n      Aimsley seemed less certain, but gave her assent as well.
\n      \u201cIt does seem prudent, following the more urgent matter first.\u201d Rhiallis shifted in her seat. It was awkward, sitting here with her wings trailing onto the floorboards. On either side of her, Mira and Sadie were stroking the feathers they had \u201caccidentally\u201d plucked. She was certain one or both of them would be wearing their trophy in a hatband or braided into their hair soon enough.
\n      \u201cWe should teleport – if Aimsley is willing – right back to that cave, where we had to leave our mounts.\u201d
\n      \t\u201cI\u2019m willing,\u201d she shifted positions, her face a mask of calm but her disposition revealing her anxiety. \u201cBut we all remember what happened this morning. And the time before that. I\u2019m feeling a lot more confident – I\u2019ve been studying the incantation – but there is always a chance\u2026\u201d
\n      \tAimsley trailed off and gave a small shrug.
\n      \tCeleste cleared her throat. \u201cWell, we have every confidence in you, Aimsley. So – two trips, as before?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cI wanna go first!\u201d Sadie volunteered, hastily swallowing a mouthful of food.
\n      \t\u201cAnd me.\u201d
\n      \tRhiallis could not help but grin, seeing how close the two had become since being reunited.
\n      \t\u201cI\u2019ll take Sadie, Mira, and Korael the first time. Celeste, Rhiallis, and Cole – second. Is that a plan?\u201d
\n      \tIt was agreed.
\n      \tA few minutes later, the four them vanished in a haze of esoteric gestures and magic energies.
\n      \tCeleste busied herself honing Snowblood – unnecessary, for the weapon was always ready for battle – and Cole checked over his gear one last time. Rhiallis finished the pie and sighed happily. Though she no longer required food, sometimes, she just relished the flavors and scents and textures on her tongue. Mira\u2019s Hot Pie night was one of those times. Much as you may want another, Rhiallis, <\/em>she told herself, wiping her hands on a napkin, if you gain another ounce you\u2019ll never get any lift with these new wings. <\/em>
\n      \tThe minutes dragged on. And on.
\n      \tThough no one spoke, they all began to suspect that something had gone awry. Again. Rhiallis wondered if they had stumbled into another dreary inn in Ustalav, directly in the shadow of the Gallowspire. Or perhaps Sadie was running in circles atop the Lake of Mists and Veils again, while Mira tred water and Korael sank. Iomedae forfend! What if it is something worse still? What if they\u2019ve been sucked into some Abyssal rift?<\/em>
\n      \t\u201cYou know-\u201d she began.
\n      \tBefore a third syllable crossed her lips the four of them appeared in a swirl of magic. Their faces spoke volumes; tears stained several cheeks, eyes were hollow, expressions were blank.
\n      \t\u201cWhat- what happened?\u201d Celeste came forward, her hand on Snowblood\u2019s hilt. \u201cWhere did you end up?\u201d
\n      \t\u201cWe found the cave.\u201d Aimsley said.
\n      \tRhiallis\u2019 heart dropped. Her elven friend made eye contact, her brow furrowed. She shook her head ever so slightly.
\n      \tOf all her friends in the Valorous Order, Mira was the one she had known the longest. Mira was the one who knew how much she treasured Emerald, who had been a gift from her lover and had been with her for years.
\n      \tWhen Mira touched her elbow and led her away from the others, Rhiallis knew already the words that were about to spill from her mouth.
\n      \t\u201c…there was nothing\u2026\u201d She was saying. \u201c…collateral damage, really, when two forces met\u2026\u201d
\n      \tOnly a few phrases registered.
\n      \tEmerald – along with all the other mounts – was dead. Slaughtered brutally by unknowable assailants who in all likelyhood, had been fighting each other and given not a single thought to the poor horses left alone in the Worldwound.
\n      \t\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Rhi,\u201d Mira said softly, patting her arm. \u201cReally sorry.\u201d
\n      \tWarm, salty tears slipped down her cheeks. \u201cThanks, Mira. I- I need a minute.\u201d
\n      \tBehind her, the Order began discussing logistics. They needed to set out again, as soon as possible, but first they had to locate new mounts. At least the saddles and bridles had been salvageable – so she overheard, as someone dumped them out of an enchanted sack.
\n      \tHer heart ached. One of the last tangible connections to Viggo was gone. She wiped her eyes and straightened her shoulders. Now was not the time to grieve – not even over a beast who had been friend and companion for years. There were plans to make and work to do.
\n      \tViggo would have to forgive her for losing Emerald.
\n      \tHe would have to forgive her for a lot of things.<\/p>\n

– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n\"Signed,
\nNote: Image is “King Jagiello Statue Central” by (Mulligand) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cLogistics\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       \u201cHot Pies! Get your hot pies… <\/p>\n

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