"Ugh, theyre probably smarter then thw lot that i sent off running around lookint for a ring." Nicote muttered. "Just peachy. So, do we bluff our way or do you happen to have connectipns?"

(Welp time to look for the old ring of tahite thing)

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=186#1856 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/19/2021 at 11:25 AM (Pff, this is definitely how getting snowed in works :P) The tent material is cold to the touch - as you apply pressure, you feel the barrier give. Some snow falls into the tent, making Crimson bark in surprise. The rest you manage to push out of the way. Overnight, the snow surrounded your tent thickly. It lies on the ground, roughly a quarter of a metre of the freezing stuff. Upon opening the tent flaps, all of the warm air inside the tent escapes and the chill of the morning replaces it. "I take it back," Crimson growls. "I've decided I hate snow."

"So do I," Asteria muttered, "Let's get going though, the faster we get Shootingstar home the faster we can leave the snow behind us."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=186#1859 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/19/2021 at 11:54 AM A fireball dimly sparks into life in your palm. With a little more concentration, it slowly bulges into an orb that illuminates your way. Summon element - magic strength successful Realising you're moving, Brazentalons moves to keep pace with you at your side with an embarrassed expression. Charisma just successful On closer inspection, you can tell its a centaur. He doesn't move a muscle as the leaf litter rustles under Brazentalons' and your footsteps. A squawk sounds by your side. Your familiar claws in the decaying leaves and extracts your Small Pick. His embarassment deepens as he realises he'd just stepped on your stolen tool. He quickly passes it back to you - the ring nowhere to be seen on its shaft. Small Pick added back to inventory Where it's gotten to becomes clear. The centaur's arm is outstretched from where he's collapsed, the dark ring glinting purple and red as it reflects your fireball.

"Is he still alive...?" I slowly kneel down next to the centaur, careful to keep an eye on where my fireball is so nothing accidentally catches on fire. I try to feel a pulse the main artery on his neck.

(Yeah... I actually had to take out an 's' by the way. Apparently Sylestia filters got tighter while I was away xD)

"Ring?" the orc looks down at you with a wide grin. "So you were behind that Onyx Moon Clan going crazy." He chuckles, but is careful to keep his voice low so as not to give away your position. "That funny story famous now."

His brow furrows as he looks across at the 'Pass guard from where you're both obscured by a scattering of boulders. "My clan ahead of us. If I had any connections before, certainly not now." He pauses for a second. "Bluffing could work... I always thought Phoenix Pass guards were thick. You sent to defend here if you really screw up."

As the two of you watch, a fight breaks out among a couple of the biggest orcs there. Few of the others pay much attention - this is obviously something they've all seen before.

Crimson nods, determined. The young creatures filter out of the tent, not looking happy at the thick snow. The two phoenix leap into the air as soon as they can, staying close by.

Numbat is up, not looking much more appreciative of the snow.

"Those of my kind that live in the northern territories stay in the deep caves for a reason," he says grimly, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to generate warmth. "Are we heading?"

Do you wish to fast travel with Shootingstar's lead?

At first, you can't find one. After a second its apparent that his pulse is just so slow it fooled you at first.

Stealth failure

The centaur reveals clearly that he is still alive as he jumps at your touch, yelping. His movements are sluggish as he flails in the leaf litter. It looks like he was trying to fend off or attack you, but he doesn't achieve much more than sitting up. His empty hand braces him unsteadily while his other, the one with the ring, he pulls protectively toward his chest.

"Wh-what..." he slurs, barely able to keep his eyes open. "So tired..."

The ring sparks with colour now that he's awake, red and purple pulsing along it.

By your side, Brazentalons' beak is wide open. "Did you see that?" he squawks. "He just... his hand passed through your fireball. But there's no sign of it at all."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=187#1866 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/21/2021 at 3:07 PM At first, you can't find one. After a second its apparent that his pulse is just so slow it fooled you at first. Stealth failure The centaur reveals clearly that he is still alive as he jumps at your touch, yelping. His movements are sluggish as he flails in the leaf litter. It looks like he was trying to fend off or attack you, but he doesn't achieve much more than sitting up. His empty hand braces him unsteadily while his other, the one with the ring, he pulls protectively toward his chest. "Wh-what..." he slurs, barely able to keep his eyes open. "So tired..." The ring sparks with colour now that he's awake, red and purple pulsing along it. By your side, Brazentalons' beak is wide open. "Did you see that?" he squawks. "He just... his hand passed through your fireball. But there's no sign of it at all."

"I didn't see it..," I say to Brazentalons. I turn to the centaur. "Sir...Please give me the very cursed and potentially very dangerous ring back. Unless you've been eating really funky grass lately, I think the ring might put you to sleep for longer later."

((My man be sitting like this

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=187#1865 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/21/2021 at 2:52 PM Crimson nods, determined. The young creatures filter out of the tent, not looking happy at the thick snow. The two phoenix leap into the air as soon as they can, staying close by. Numbat is up, not looking much more appreciative of the snow. "Those of my kind that live in the northern territories stay in the deep caves for a reason," he says grimly, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to generate warmth. "Are we heading?" Do you wish to fast travel with Shootingstar's lead?

(Yes please)

""Best not to question it. You never heard anything about that from me." Nicote replied, without taking his eyes off the guards. "Also dont expect me to put on another show, im not on ancestral grounds." He might as well play the part a little. Just in case. "Lets just bluff it."

Gues hes a member of a ficitonal clan now. Fun. At least he now shas the excuse of, "i cna only do that kind of atunt on my home turf". Which isnt even his home turf but screw details. Hes a bit interssted in what his little stunt became though.

(Also page 38 if u want cringe)