JarrinVorgik said:
The Fort enough said!
Seeing pc's faces when they looked in my stone. Sorry meg didn't mean to make you cry.
least favorite thing was my perm but I will be ok.
Bite me.... lol. I love the NH people! Thank you guys so much for an epic closer of a lifetime! 'specialy because I had missed so much in between.
No order at all:
Sleeping Sat night due to terrible OOG sickness, only to hear Matt (IG alexander) SCREAMING my name as he thunders into the cabin, having him help me dress, blushing all the while, being told about Jarrin running into the dark, AGAIN, after somthing attacking Lanna, and finally getting out there all to........find them all sitting by the fire in the tavern. I turned to Alex.
Dell: "Really? THIS is your, "we have to save jarrin's life" huh?" *eyebrow lift*
Alex: *shrugs* "sorry?"
Jarrin's Perm. Lanna had come to Dell, asking for help to reach Jarrin to save him. Keeping Lanna from running strait into Emilio (sean was literally 3 feet away from us), not seeing the opening until the last second, and mad-dashing past a spell-casting dead somethingoranother to reach the body. Flinging Jarrin into Amar's arms, only to watch the life spell bounce off Jame's shoulder three seconds after he dissipated.
The oog conclusion in my head not to cry, not to freak out, but to be with one who got everything taken care of. Scooping up and cinching onto my waist Jarrin's belt, and fighting the rest of the battle. Walking Lanna to the circle, Trying to stop Alexander from blaming and killing himself to no avail, and getting yelled at for it. And the ultimate holding Lanna has she fell apart in my arms. Never felt like more of the "cold hearted adventurer" then when people realized I wasn't crying like Lanna or Alex.
Getting abducted but Squid-thing to be "questioned and numbered". Sean you rock my socks.
Sean: Go to NPC camp and ask for a number and a story
Me: What?
Sean: Go. You'll see. *evil grin*
Then rifting into the tavern, not realizing I was laying RIGHT NEXT TO SEAN as another huge NPC scaryness thing.
All things the Fort. I've never felt so immersed in a battle until I was stuck in the doorway with some big bed REALLY SCARY NPC staring me down. All I could think of was the old loony-toons with the little sign that's held up and reads: HELP ME.
And, as always, thank you so much NPC's for sticking it out in some nasty-*** weather. We were all cold and wet, but no one was mean or sullen, and everyone kept the plotlines epic right to the end. Not everyone can do that. Hells ya NH NPC's!!!