Wish away

[Anastasia]

Sure thing. More.

Sleep comes. You rest deeply, at peace that your Guild is safe once more. You awaken in the morning to a yawn, hearing soft footsteps in the next room. Probably Lorathana, setting up breakfast. You can smell eggs and sausage, you think. Onions too, it may be an omelet.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa rolls over, muttering a simple Prestidigitation to clean herself up for the morning before really getting up and getting sorted for the day, following the smell of food.

[Anastasia]

Lorithana is there, smiling...before she stumbles forward, clutching her stomach. Red blossoms around her arms, followed by her falling forward as Brannold stands behind her, sword impaling her. He looks on at you - you can't dodge, you can't do anything as you feel his blade slide into your chest and your body go num-

AH! You awaken into the darkness of the pre-dawn, heart beating fast and body sweaty.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sits up, trying to control her breath shakily before making her way out to the balcony to let the ocean breeze cool her down.

'Well, about time it all hit me. The stress is getting to me.'

She takes a few minutes to think things through and consider the people in her life. 'I think it's about time to get my family here, where I can watch them... Need more space for it first, though.'

[Anastasia]

You shiver. A moment. Home.

Bodies. Blood. So much blood. A soft, mocking woman's laugh. So much blood, so many bodies at home.

You shudder. You feel the ocean breeze, like a soft balm against your feverish skin.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa narrows her eyes for a moment, then tries to examine the magic on herself. That assassin had the blessings of Shar, perhaps... a curse? Never hurts to be safe, before jumping to the conclusion of wild portents of the future and paranoia.

[Anastasia]

Gimme the craft. Spellcraft that is.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+45 Spellcraft
<Kobot> Iddy rolled 1d20+45 Spellcraft --> [ 1d20=7 ]{52}

[Anastasia]

You don't detect anything around you untold.

[Iron Dragoon]

'Just stress then, I suppose.'

Alyssa sighs. Not getting back to sleep right now anyway. Time to wander a bit, check over the Order and members.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Iddy rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=99 ]{99}

[Anastasia]

Oh shit, you subtabled. Gimme a second d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Iddy rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=39 ]{39}

[Anastasia]

You go and walk. You're outside, walking as the first light of dawn hits the horizon - and you hear a footstep behind you. A spike of panic, heart racing, before you corral it in. "Alyssa?" Jarem's voice, "You alright?"