Reflections from the Night Before

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J-Dawg

my bro from another ho

Puck

Did you get the name of that naiad last night?

J-Dawg

Are you fucking kidding me? I should punch you in the junk rn. My M O T H E R is livid

Puck

Oh, that explains a few things.

Puck

Uh, can you get someone with fire magic to come and help me de-ice the walls?

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You wake up a little bleary-eyed and fuzzy-minded. It's strange. You don't really remembering overindulging last night, and yet here you are with the distinct sense that somehow you weren't making the best decisions. Faerie magic is funny like that.

But it's probably fine. It's not like you made any really poor life decisions, right? Like drunk-mirroring your fellow Faewild guests?

Oh. Oh no.

Better check your messages, and see what's in your Reflections from the Night Before.




All right, dears, you know the drill. Your characters have found themselves firing off (perhaps) ill-advised texts. Choose from the horrifying archive of text based debauchery or craft your own bespoke messages.

All threads in this post may be considered canon if all parties involved agree. All threads may be counted for Activity Check as well as Rewards.

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[valsharess]

Do not ask about the hairballs--

[ This Cleric of Shar is the mom friend, but she is also not afraid to make it so that you never want to get near any plant with teeth. ] My friend Briggsy made the mistake, however he is undead so-- maybe that is what caused the indigestion?

[unwisely]

So I am normally not one to pass up doing a don't ask, but I think this one time I will take the good advice.

[And wince. Oh he's wincing.]

That seems a bit... insult to injury, for your friend and his ah, little Briggsy, undead or not.

[valsharess]

You do not have to worry too much, his 'Little Briggsy'.. [ She hates that she knows he'd call it that ] It was alright in the end and our druid managed to sew it back on.

It was a cationary tale.

[unwisely]

Consider me extremely cautioned.

And oh that is... good?

Did it, you know, still function?

[valsharess]

[ that was not something that she had ever truly thought about, if it worked or not. ]

I am uncertain? I did not inquire as to his state of erection as that was not my air of expertise. Though I am sure there are many who think that as far as an undead crocodile goes, he's very attractive-- I do not know however.

It appears you are very good at asking the hard hitting questions?

[unwisely]

My friends say my mouth moves faster than my brain, and I suppose they're not wrong. But you've been very, horrifyingly, forthcoming.

I'm Will, by the way. Will Harper. Don't think I caught your name, just your undead re-membered friend's.

[valsharess]

It is fine, I do not mind such ways of making friends-- and I have had to be the voice of reason and wisdom for my party, my name is Lethica Nightborne.. it is a pleasure to meet you, and I am sure that Briggsy will be delighted that someone remembered him and his ah.. his willy, as he would call it. Not to be confused with yourself, of course.

[unwisely]

Bein the voice of reason is a burden I have never been tasked to bear. My fiancé is skilled at it though.

[See he loves that word right there don't mind him.]

A pleasure indeed, Miss Nightborne. And yes, let's not confuse those two. I'm a Willow, technically, if that helps with the distinction.

[valsharess]

It is a very beautiful name and it suits you and the personality that has come through this humble medium of hand-mirrors.

[ It is a good thing that Kris will never have to worry about Willow like Lethica has to worry about her own party members. It's the bad thing about being the only top in a party of bottoms. ]

Is there anything interesting you can tell me about this place that I've found myself in?