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Lidda Hilltopple — Ghostwise Halfling Rune Carver Druid 1

Andraste seems to wake up to life, but she is clearly still shaken. How recent was the attack that took her family? Elves live for a long while. For all Lidda knows, it could be last month, last year, or last decade. The only thing she knows for certain is that she can't ask about it. The emotional wounds Andraste carries have just been brutally opened. Maybe they weren't closed in the first place.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"You were right, I think...the mission is to save lives...I cannot do that if I'm dead...or...more importantly, sometimes...overzealous. Fire can either raze a house to the ground or" nodding at the fireplace, "keep the ones inside warm...the fire itself has not changed its destructive nature, it only needs a little...restraint."

That sounds a bit reassuring. Will she actually be able to reign in her emotions in a heated situation? That's a question impossible to answer until such a situation arises, so Lidda keeps it to herself.

She doesn't miss the elf's look towards Thordin. It is slightly concerning, but at least it doesn't look like she's about to murder him immediately.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"I am ready. Do tell me more of your mentor," she says to Lidda with a smile.

Lidda was intending to change the topic herself, so this is perfect.

"My mentor, Torberra Stonescale, is an old rune crafter. Old as in 392 years, and she spent at least the last 300 of them mastering her craft. She tutored me for a year, teaching me all I know about runes."

The halfling holds up her pendant. "She taught me how to carve runes into gemstones such as this. And also how to prepare the gems, and craft them into jewelry."

She turns the gemstone, showing a rune she has carved on the backside before returning the pendant to her chest.

"Torberra also taught me the Giant's language, which you heard me use when talking to the big fellow over there," she says and nods towards Thordin. "I don't know if you're aware of it, but they were the original creators of the runes of power."

She leans back, feeling a bit thirsty. But no, that would be a bad idea. She doesn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene.

"But if you want to know more about how my mentor is as a person..." Lidda grimaces. "She is strict. Very strict, but fair. If she believes you are not doing your very best, she will discipline you. But, as I said, she is fair. She will not punish you for a honest mistake, as long as it's the first time you make it. If you repeat the same mistake... well, that can be very painful."

She can almost feel a phantom pain on her butt.

"Apart from that, she loves her brew. Not to the point that she walks around sloshed, she's more of a steady drinker. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her completely sober."

Is there anything else important to mention that could stand the light of the day?

"Oh, and she can use her runes to turn into a giant bear. But she doesn't do it often; she doesn't like displaying her power. She hates politics, says it is poison for the soul. I've never dared debate her on that."

There was a lot more Lidda could say, but a lot of it involves her own predicament. She is grateful to the old dwarf for her teachings, less so about being treated like a child all the time. It was annoying at best, humiliating at worst. Especially when Torberra suffered bouts of dementia and treated Lidda like a baby. She would prefer never to speak of it ever again.

"If you're feeling a bit better, how about we return to one of the tables and socialize a bit with the others, too?"

Lidda Hilltopple — Ghostwise Halfling Rune Carver Druid 1

Andraste seems to wake up to life, but she is clearly still shaken. How recent was the attack that took her family? Elves live for a long while. For all Lidda knows, it could be last month, last year, or last decade. The only thing she knows for certain is that she can't ask about it. The emotional wounds Andraste carries have just been brutally opened. Maybe they weren't closed in the first place.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"You were right, I think...the mission is to save lives...I cannot do that if I'm dead...or...more importantly, sometimes...overzealous. Fire can either raze a house to the ground or" nodding at the fireplace, "keep the ones inside warm...the fire itself has not changed its destructive nature, it only needs a little...restraint."

That sounds a bit reassuring. Will she actually be able to reign in her emotions in a heated situation? That's a question impossible to answer until such a situation arises, so Lidda keeps it to herself.

She doesn't miss the elf's look towards Thordin. It is slightly concerning, but at least it doesn't look like she's about to murder him immediately.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"I am ready. Do tell me more of your mentor," she says to Lidda with a smile.

Lidda was intending to change the topic herself, so this is perfect.

"My mentor, Torberra Stonescale, is an old rune crafter. Old as in 392 years, and she spent at least the last 300 of them mastering her craft. She tutored me for a year, teaching me all I know about runes."

The halfling holds up her pendant. "She taught me how to carve runes into gemstones such as this. And also how to prepare the gems, and craft them into jewelry."

She turns the gemstone, showing a rune she has carved on the backside before returning the pendant to her chest.

"Torberra also taught me the Giant's language, which you heard me use when talking to the big fellow over there," she says and nods towards Thordin. "I don't know if you're aware of it, but they were the original creators of the runes of power."

She leans back, feeling a bit thirsty. But no, that would be a bad idea. She doesn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene.

"But if you want to know more about how my mentor is as a person..." Lidda grimaces. "She is strict. Very strict, but fair. If she believes you are not doing your very best, she will discipline you. But, as I said, she is fair. She will not punish you for a honest mistake, as long as it's the first time you make it. If you repeat the same mistake... well, that can be very painful."

She can almost feel a phantom pain on her butt.

"Apart from that, she loves her brew. Not to the point that she walks around sloshed, she's more of a steady drinker. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her completely sober."

Was there anything else important to mention that could stand the light of the day?

"Oh, and she can use her runes to turn into a giant bear. But she doesn't do it often; she doesn't like displaying her power. She hates politics, says it is poison for the soul. I've never dared debate her on that."

There was a lot more Lidda could say, but a lot of it involved her own predicament. She was grateful to the old dwarf for her teachings, but less so about being treated like a child all the time. It had been annoying at best, humiliating at worst. Especially when Torberra suffered bouts of dementia and treated Lidda like a baby. She would prefer never to speak of it ever again.

"If you're feeling a bit better, how about we return to one of the tables and socialize a bit with the others, too?"

Lidda Hilltopple — Ghostwise Halfling Rune Carver Druid 1

Andraste seems to wake up to life, but she is clearly still shaken. How recent was the attack that took her family? Elves live for a long while. For all Lidda knows, it could be last month, last year, or last decade. The only thing she knows for certain is that she can't ask about it. The emotional wounds Andraste carries have just been brutally opened. Maybe they weren't closed in the first place.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"You were right, I think...the mission is to save lives...I cannot do that if I'm dead...or...more importantly, sometimes...overzealous. Fire can either raze a house to the ground or" nodding at the fireplace, "keep the ones inside warm...the fire itself has not changed its destructive nature, it only needs a little...restraint."

That sounds a bit reassuring. Will she actually be able to reign in her emotions in a heated situation? That's a question impossible to answer until such a situation arises, so Lidda keeps it to herself.

She doesn't miss the elf's look towards Thordin. It is slightly concerning, but at least it doesn't look like she's about to murder him immediately.

10 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"I am ready. Do tell me more of your mentor," she says to Lidda with a smile.

Lidda was intending to change the topic herself, so this is perfect.

"My mentor, Torberra Stonescale, is an old rune crafter. Old as in 392 years, and she spent at least the last 300 of them mastering her craft. She tutored me for a year, teaching me all I know about runes."

The halfling holds up her pendant. "She taught me how to carve runes into gemstones such as this. And also how to prepare the gems, and craft them into jewelry."

She turns the gemstone, showing a rune she has carved on the backside before returning the pendant to her chest.

"Torberra also taught me the Giant's language, which you heard me use when talking to the big fellow over there," she says and nods towards Thordin. "I don't know if you're aware of it, but they were the original creators of the runes of power."

She leans back, feeling a bit thirsty. But no, that would be a bad idea. She doesn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene.

"But if you want to know more about how my mentor is as a person..." Lidda grimaces. "She is strict. Very strict, but fair. If she believes you are not doing your very best, she will discipline you. But, as I said, she is fair. She will not punish you for a honest mistake, as long as it's the first time you make it. If you repeat the same mistake... well, that can be very painful."

She can almost feel a phantom pain on her butt.

"Apart from that, she loves her brew. Not to the point that she walks around sloshed, she's more of a steady drinker. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her completely sober."

Was there anything else important to mention that could stand the light of the day?

"Oh, and she can use her runes to turn into a giant bear. But she doesn't do it often; she doesn't like displaying her power. She hates politics, says it is poison for the soul. I've never dared debate her on that."

There was a lot more Lidda could say, but a lot of it involved her own predicament. She was grateful to the old dwarf for her teachings, but less so about being treated like a child all the time. It had been annoying at best, humiliating at worst. Especially when Torberra suffered bouts of dementia and treated Lidda like a baby. She would prefer never to speak of it ever again.

"If you're feeling a bit better, how about we return to one of the tables and socialize a bit with the others, too?"

Lidda Hilltopple — Ghostwise Halfling Rune Carver Druid 1

Andraste seems to wake up to life, but she is clearly still shaken. How recent was the attack that took her family? Elves live for a long while. For all Lidda knows, it could be last month, last year, or last decade. The only thing she knows for certain is that she can't ask about it. The emotional wounds Andraste carries have just been brutally opened. Maybe they weren't closed in the first place.

6 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"You were right, I think...the mission is to save lives...I cannot do that if I'm dead...or...more importantly, sometimes...overzealous. Fire can either raze a house to the ground or" nodding at the fireplace, "keep the ones inside warm...the fire itself has not changed its destructive nature, it only needs a little...restraint."

That sounds a bit reassuring. But will she actually be able to reign in her emotions in a heated situation? That's a question impossible to answer until such a situation arises, so Lidda keeps it to herself.

She doesn't miss the elf's look towards Thordin. It is slightly concerning, but at least it doesn't look like she's about to murder him immediately.

6 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"I am ready. Do tell me more of your mentor," she says to Lidda with a smile.

Lidda was intending to change the topic herself, so this is perfect.

"My mentor, Torberra Stonescale, is an old rune crafter. Old as in 392 years, and she spent at least the last 300 of them mastering her craft. She tutored me for a year, teaching me all I know about runes."

The halfling holds up her pendant. "She taught me how to carve runes into gemstones such as this. And also how to prepare the gems, and craft them into jewelry like this."

She turns the gemstone, showing a rune she has carved on the backside before returning the pendant to her chest.

"Torberra also taught me the Giant's language, which you heard me use when talking to the big fellow over there," she says and nods towards Thordin. "I don't know if you're aware of it, but they were the original creators of the runes of power."

She leans back, feeling a bit thirsty. But no, that would be a bad idea. She doesn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene.

"But if you want to know more about how my mentor is as a person..." Lidda grimaces. "She is strict. Very strict, but fair. If she believes you are not doing your very best, she will discipline you. But, as I said, she is fair. She will not punish you for a honest mistake, as long as it's the first time you make it. If you repeat the same mistake... well, that can be very painful."

She can almost feel a phantom pain on her butt.

"Apart from that, she loves her brew. Not to the point that she walks around sloshed, she's more of a steady drinker. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her completely sober."

Was there anything else important to mention that could stand the light of the day?

"Oh, and she can use her runes to turn into a giant bear. But she doesn't do it often; she doesn't like displaying her power. She hates politics, says it is poison for the soul. I've never dared debate her on that."

There was a lot more Lidda could say, but a lot of it involved her own predicament. She was grateful to the old dwarf for her teachings, but less so about being treated like a child all the time. It had been annoying at best, humiliating at worst. Especially when Torberra suffered bouts of dementia and treated Lidda like a baby. She would prefer never to speak of it ever again.

"If you're feeling a bit better, how about we return to one of the tables and socialize a bit with the others, too?"

Lidda Hilltopple — Ghostwise Halfling Rune Carver Druid 1

Andraste seems to wake up to life, but she is clearly still shaken. How recent was the attack that took her family? Elves live for a long while. For all Lidda knows, it could be last month, last year, or last decade. The only thing she knows for certain is that she can't ask about it. The emotional wounds Andraste carries have just been brutally opened. Maybe they weren't closed in the first place.

5 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"You were right, I think...the mission is to save lives...I cannot do that if I'm dead...or...more importantly, sometimes...overzealous. Fire can either raze a house to the ground or" nodding at the fireplace, "keep the ones inside warm...the fire itself has not changed its destructive nature, it only needs a little...restraint."

That sounds a bit reassuring. But will she actually be able to reign in her emotions in a heated situation? That's a question impossible to answer until such a situation arises, so Lidda keeps it to herself.

She doesn't miss the elf's look towards Thordin. It is slightly concerning, but at least it doesn't look like she's about to murder him immediately.

5 hours ago, ArtamenaV said:

"I am ready. Do tell me more of your mentor," she says to Lidda with a smile.

Lidda was intending to change the topic herself, so this is perfect.

"My mentor, Torberra Stonescale, is an old rune crafter. Old as in 392 years, and she spent at least the last 300 of them mastering her craft. She tutored me for a year, teaching me all I know about runes."

The halfling holds up her pendant. "She taught me how to carve runes into gemstones such as this. And also how to prepare the gems, and craft them into jewelry like this."

She turns the gemstone, showing a rune she has carved on the backside before returning the pendant to her chest.

"Torberra also taught me the Giant's language, which you heard me use when talking to the big fellow over there," she says and nods towards Thordin. "I don't know if you're aware of it, but they were the original creators of the runes of power."

She leans back, feeling a bit thirsty. But no, that would be a bad idea. She doesn't want to make a scene. Well, more of a scene.

"But if you want to know more about how my mentor is as a person..." Lidda grimaces. "She is strict. Very strict, but fair. If she believes you are not doing your very best, she will discipline you. But, as I said, she is fair. She will not punish you for a honest mistake, as long as it's the first time you make it. If you repeat the same mistake... well, that can be very painful."

She can almost feel the phantom pain on her butt.

"Apart from that, she loves her brew. Not to the point that she walks around sloshed, she's more of a steady drinker. I'm not sure if I've ever seen her completely sober."

Was there anything else important to mention that could stand the light of the day?

"Oh, and she can use her runes to turn into a giant bear. But she doesn't do it often; she doesn't like displaying her power. She hates politics, says it is poison for the soul. I've never dared debate her on that."

There was a lot more Lidda could say, but a lot of it involved her own predicament. She was grateful to the old dwarf for her teachings, but less so about being treated like a child all the time. It had been annoying at best, humiliating at worst. Especially when Torberra suffered bouts of dementia and treated Lidda like a baby. She would prefer never to speak of it ever again.

"If you're feeling a bit better, how about we return to one of the tables and socialize a bit with the others, too?"