Garyth's Response; Restarting 8/1?
Subject: restarting the game
I am caught up at work. Is anyone interested in restarting the game on august 1st rather than sept 1st?
From: Karl
Subject: Re: restarting the game
I'm ready when you are.
From: Raja
Subject: Re: restarting the game
I won't be around on August 1st, but August 2nd would be quite agreeable. :P
From: Karl
Subject: Re: restarting the game
Well that just blows the whole month now, doesn't it? We might as well wait until September.
;-)
From: Scott
Subject: Re: restarting the game
I'm going to be out of touch from Aug 13-21; otherwise, I'd be fine to start the game up on 8/1.
From: Mike
Subject: Re: restarting the game
It's pretty likely that I'm going to be working 12+ hours shifts every day from now until 8/7, so I can't guarantee I'd be very reliable about turns until after that.
From: Mark
Subject: Re: restarting the game
Aug. 1-3 I am going to be out at Cub scout camp with my youngest. I am also going to be in the office working since the lady I work with will be out on vacation that week so I will be doing my job and hers in only 6 hours a day and then heading back out to the camp. After Wednesday would be good for me.
Of course a lot has to happen before we get caught up with Melani.
Mark
From: Mike
Subject: Re: Pensive and Garyth
Garyth stares out into the woods, brooding over the day's events. The battle with the halfling archers keeps replaying in his mind. What if he had done this instead? Or this? What could he have done differently to ensure a better outcome? Was there anything?
Pensive's approach breaks his reverie. Garyth nearly snarls a rebuke--can't the elf see that he wants to be alone?--but restrains himself when he sees the bandages in Pensive's hands and the apprehension on his face. It's not his fault, and Garyth shouldn't take it out on him. Wordlessly, he acquiesces to the elf's ministrations.
Pensive works quickly and efficiently. It's clear he knows what he's doing. Garyth says nothing, but can't help wincing from time to time as the needle tugs at his wounds. Such weakness. Do you think you're a soldier, Garyth? When you can't even bear a tiny pinprick? He pushes the invading thoughts from his head, concentrating on the small pain that comes with every stroke of Pensive's needle. It helps, somewhat--the pain a small penance, a tiny fire into which he can feed his anger, his guilt, his shame. It's not enough--not nearly enough--but Garyth finds at least a little calm by the time Pensive speaks.
"You. . . travelled with Mission, then?" the elf asks. "I taught him when he was a child in Bannock's Ire, you know. He was a quick study. Impulsive, a bit. He was apprenticed to an older member of our order, I believe. Penance was her name." Penance. Is it merely a coincidence that brought the word to the elf's lips in the midst of Garyth contemplating his own sins? He closes his eyes briefly, remembering the terror that filled him when he saw the lich that had been Mission's lover. He shudders involuntarily, jerking the thread in Pensive's hands.
"Can you tell me of Mission?" Pensive's voice cracks. "And the Kaishin? How did he come to be? How was he born? What--" He breaks off. The anticipation in his voice is obvious, and why not? Such a thing happens once in an age; who wouldn't be eager to hear of it?
Garyth looks up at Pensive. "Mission was . . ." What to say? What did the elf even want to know? "He was a good comrade. Strong in will, quick to smile or tell a joke. And his son?" Garyth pauses, remembering. "There has never been a child like that one" Softly, he recounts the events of Promise's birth to Pensive. So strange to have felt the hands of the gods upon himself and his companions, and how lost he felt now. He lets out a heavy breath. "That boy . . . He was truly a wonder," he finishes.
From: Jake
Subject: Re: restarting the game
I'd be up for that.