(HAHAHA, why..? Stahp, you're not supposed to think too deeply about the things I say >:P )

The centaur's eyes widen and he splutters: "Who told you about the gra-" They then narrow as he cuts himself off. "Oh, ha-ha. A comedian."

He looks at you warily. Convince - charisma partially successful. He scowls as he takes off the ring. The instant it leaves his finger, it dulls. He sighs like a great weight has just been lifted from his shoulders.

He shoots you another glance before pocketing the ring. "No. It's..." he twitches and you realise he's fighting back a yawn. "It's mine... now. Such powerful magic is only dangerous to the ignorant."

He gives you a pointed glance as Brazentalons turns to you. "Look who's talking," your griffin chirrups.

The centaur again attempts to rise, but demonstrates once more just how much energy the ring has drained from him as he fails. He growls as your familiar looks around with a cautious glance. "The damage is already done. He's not going to survive out here on his own," he murmurs.

The going's difficult, but you're on the last leg of your long journey. You've had time to build up just enough endurance for the snowy passes. Stamina just successful, +1/2 Stamina proficiency. Additionally, your winter boots keep the layer of snow from giving your feet frostbite.

Everyone on the ground besides Shootingstar is struggling as the steep mountain slope on one side of the mountain road drops away. The sunlight that hits you all gives little warmth, merely blinding you. After a second to adjust, you are confronted by a snow-swept valley.



Shootingstar whinnies excitedly, stretching out his wings and flapping them enthusiastically. As young as he is, they provide him no lift though.

(Hahah, nah that stuff's still pure gold. Can't believe it's almost a coupla hundred pages back though)

He nods with a grin. "Got it. Semantics. I still tell you what those crazies up to, later - when we break out your friends, I think they in need of good laugh."

The orc cracks his knuckles with an evil expression. "I be honest. Not so sure what bluffing means, but explain plan and I see where my fists can help."

(Honestly. That - *cough* - CRACKS me up.
...
Oh come on, I had to)

Skywhisper shrugs. "There are egg-care facilities in Elvenor. There might be something similar here, but I don't know. I wouldn't know who to trust with the egg in this city."

He mulls over the idea a bit longer. "Depends... if we got a safe place to stay, we could leave her there. I wouldn't want to leave her on her own for too long though."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=188#1873 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/22/2021 at 11:53 AM (Hahah, nah that stuff's still pure gold. Can't believe it's almost a coupla hundred pages back though) He nods with a grin. "Got it. Semantics. I still tell you what those crazies up to, later - when we break out your friends, I think they in need of good laugh." The orc cracks his knuckles with an evil expression. "I be honest. Not so sure what bluffing means, but explain plan and I see where my fists can help."

"Way most people see it, its like acting or atorytelling. Some mix between the two. Long as you base your story off facts, you cna usually get by. Gotta stick to your story though or it all falls apart." Nicote badly explained.

(Wow i was.....really vague with answers back then wth)

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=188#1875 Author: Larkian Time Posted: 1/22/2021 at 12:01 PM [quote=2449459] I know this isn't my reply but the watermark and random flags are killing me xD

Oof, okay fine that's on me. I did a better one >.>

(Aha. *Remains politely and tactfully silent* ^.^)

The orc's eyes widen. "So your story to Onyx Moon was based off truth?" he waves his hand. "Sorry, I not ask about it. Okay. So you give me story, I stick to. I not so good at making stories - telling them, I manage. What we telling to them then?" he gestures with a thumb to the brawling guards in the distance.

T'was also broken, so calm yourself >:c