Reflections from the Night Before

[faewildmods]

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?

code

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.

Comments

[valsharess]

Some will say that is the most nutritional part of the cereal, but I say that it is the most unfortunate, also taking 1 point of scrapping damage-- you would be surprised how painful that can be.

My condolences.

[makingmyway]

Exactly. It’s not even very good cereal, just dry and disgusting.

[valsharess]

Perhaps at this point in time, I should mention that I am probably not the intended recipient for this message as I do not recognize this number in this strange mirror that I just recieved.

[makingmyway]

Oh…Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!

I did sort of wonder, the responses were a bit too wordy to be Orym…not that wordy is a bad thing! Just…

I’ll stop now.

[valsharess]

You do not have to worry about it, I have been on the receiving end of many sendings not meant for me. And I tend to be highly wordy, it is my job as the party communicator.

[ Party mom, party healer, party good-sense-maker; that sort of thing. ]

Please do not stop nor hide, the shadows does have pockets reserved specifically for light to exist. [ Not just said because her loser love interest is a Paladin of Lathander ]

[makingmyway]

There's certainly nothing wrong with being wordy. I didn't mean it as an insult or anything. As a bard, I understand the power that words can have.

Still, I'm sorry for the strange messages. I imagine it must have been a bit confusing, but thank you for indulging me. I suppose I should introduce myself since I'm not speaking to who I thought I was. My name is Dorian Storm.

[valsharess]

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

My name is Lethica Nightbourne, a Missionary Cleric of Shar. It is my duty to spread the word of the mercy of the Dark Lady for all who desire succor from grief, to all those who need and require rest both mental, emotional and physical.

[makingmyway]

It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Lethica. I've never heard of the Dark Lady before, although I suppose she might be someone unique to your world. Still, she sounds quite remarkable.

[ And he might know a certain someone who could benefit from all that she offers. ]

[valsharess]

[ Well, Lethica would be happy to assist in any way that she can. ]

Most think she is an evil goddess, that is not necessarily the case; she has her dark side but then I've come to determine that all gods do, it is the nature of gods.

I am sure that in your world you have a similar diety.

[ The Raven Queen would be very similar to Shar. ]

[makingmyway]

There likely is. I can think of a certain one that comes to mind.

[ Just based on that description, he did immediately think of the Raven Queen. ]