** Participated in Sunken Isle Seneschal fight - firing many a carefully placed aimed shot from Ironarmour'sHickery and Mithril Crossbow that was lended out to her for the fight. During the fight, managed to shoot Alfred on accident - though she did provide first aid after combat along with some sentimental words. The fight in general was exhausting and stressful - having had to push themselves mentally to go on with assistance from Dacius Rose.
Edit: ** Was gifted Hickery and Mithril Crossbow | 40 Lethality by Ironarmour.
Edit: ** Accompanied looting party on their RNG quest through the dungeon. Attacked by Tormented Dunecrawler and forced to fight, being thrown across the dungeon and yet again screeched at by the huge fuck. Used a potion because weak.
** After finally coming into contact with a replacement writing implement and small pot of ink, begins to maintain a journal in the remains of their old ships Captains Log - both for managing thoughts and as a writing/reading exercise.
**Viridis reaches over to her hip, tugging away at the straps to a larger leather pouch. Retrieving out a mostly empty journal of sorts, she flicks to the next free page marked by a quill. Going over her kit once more, she pulls free a corked inkwell, twisting the cork some to open it up. Dabbing the end of the short quill away into the pot of ink, she begins to write across the page.
Edit: Added Journal but because meta you can't read it unless you read it IC - it's a document I'll personally maintain.
Last Edit: Jun 2, 2018 23:03:45 GMT by Valentia: i get to write things for my characters ic writing because roleplay
** Viridis participated in an event defending from a hellgate-thing then the incursion into hell. Helped murder a powerful demon to retrieve Dacius soul-gem. Took the time after during looting phase to instead write and reflect in her journal.
**Viridis takes a seat on the stairs in the meantime while the rest of the group goes off on their looting spree. She unhandles her journal and quill, beginning to write literally on some stairs in some form of hell.
**Viridis chuckles quietly to herself, striding on off beside the Oasis. Taking a seat beside it resting against the exterior rocks, she goes over her kit - unlocking a leather clad set of strewn together pages. It looks like a captains log. She'd pinch a small pot of ink from her hip, freeing it of its simple string bindings before making a little reservoir for it to sit upright in the sand. She pops the top, retrieves the quil resting amongst the latest page and dips it inside the inkwell, starting to write.
**Viridis scribbles along the page further and further, occaisionally dipping her quil into the inkwell seated amongst the sand. After a few good minutes of thought and reflection, she closes the journal back up and stocks it back away. "That's that."
Last Edit: Jun 3, 2018 21:39:39 GMT by Valentia: moar